Hell's Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Luna lay flat on her back, all trussed up, as he successfully tied her to submission.

Luna tugged at the chains that had locked her wrists which was also tied to the chains on her ankles.

The more she tried to pull her handcuffs apart, the more the chains around her ankles would tighten.

Luna would be forced to raise her legs, opening her thighs in display in front of him.

The movement exposed the delicious thin triangle of hair between those thick thighs.

He definitely liked what he saw so he let Luna struggle with the chains before realising that every time she moved and tried to get up by herself, he would see a glimpse of heaven.

Ravin concluded that Luna, with her wet silver strands fanning over the pillows, was sexier in a King-sized bed compared to the bathtub where he could only see her upper body her head, her flushed face, her thick red lips moistened with angel dust and his saliva, the curve of her neck to her shoulders and the stark collarbones which stood out.

Now, Ravin's wandering eyes could devour the plump, perky shape of her breasts and the secret spot between her legs which was covered with tiny bits of silver-blonde wisps.

He swallowed hard and licked his lips in anticipation.

An Archdemon can eat evil souls trapped in Hell, feeding on their dark energies, and fears of the creatures they came into contact with.

They also eat the hearts and the bones of their fallen enemies such as stronger Archdemons they had bested in the battle to acquire their power.

Archdemons can also devour raw meat if they chose to, but the only raw thing he would devour was the female Archdemon in front of him right now.

He couldn't think about anything else aside from pouring melted chocolate from her stomach to her thighs.

When he had possessed the body of the Vampire King, draining blood and sucking the souls out of the living creatures was the highlight of his day, but the taste of hot melted chocolate will always have a special place in his heart.

It was one of his obsessions when he arrived at the Second Circles of Hell.

Ravin had tasked his servants to gather anything from the corners of his Kingdom—from strange fruits to beans— grounding them into a fine powder and boiling them in the right temperature to recreate the same taste.

After months, one of his servants had proven successful and the first sip of the sweet, dark chocolate melting in his mouth.

He was in love.

That one fine morning had brought a state of bliss, spreading through his overwrought nerves during his separation with Luna.

"Imp." There was a fluttery, empty feeling in his stomach that was difficult to dismiss.

It felt like an urge—an addiction to spill the dark brown syrupy liquid glistening on Luna's milky skin--making his mouth water. "Get my favourite chocolate flask in the cellar."

"Yes. You're Highness." The imp replied in a strained, high-pitched voice as he lowered his head before he got out of the door quick to do Ravin's bidding like the devil was on his wobbly heels.

The servant was courteous enough to slam the door on his way out.

As he waited for her servant for the magic ingredient to make this event more memorable, Ravin climbed on top of her as he braced his hands on either side of her head.

With her eyes darting to him and the possible exits, Luna pushed herself back to the bed to avoid his lips from touching hers as he bent down.

He knew he wouldn't be able to hide the hunger in his eyes, and neither will he attempt to hide his raging hard erection.

Stroking her hair gently, Ravin chuckled. "You can still be safe even if you are tied."

There was angry vein pulsating at her right temple as her face reddened. "What is the purpose?!"

Ravin found her flaring nostrils cute.

He found her as frightening as a baby dragon.

"You told me to tie you up so that you wouldn't resist. I can lick you better without your interference, Amare." Ravin said a matter-of-factly. "It's a win-win situation. We will not finish the deed if you keep struggling."

Flexing her fingers, Luna pulled at the chains on her wrists. "I would prefer if you knock me out and just do it, Ravin."

"That would be unfortunate." He frowned. "I have a better idea than that."

"Let me think," Luna replied in sarcasm. "You want to bathe me in chocolate so that it would taste good for you?"

Ravin didn't care if he would spill melted chocolate all over the place.

That would be his demonic servant's problem.

They could change the sheets after having fun with his Amare.

"The Angel Dust is a little bitter, but it's nothing an Archdemon can't handle."

"I already tasted the Angel Dust, and it tasted vile." Luna glared at him. "I think you are bluffing about the taste."

"Alright." Ravin acquiesced. "That could be possibly one of the reasons I need flavour, so it's one of the pre-requisite about licking the poison off of you."

She lifted her chin. "Knock me out, then."

"There's no need."

Ravin rolled to the side and pulled the white fluffy towel clinging on to the edge of the King-sized bed.

He tore two thin strips lengthwise using both hands.

He moved beside her with leonine grace band blindfolded the striped cloth around her eyes.

"You can sleep better with this, Amare."

He placed the other strip of fabric over her mouth and rolled her over flat on her stomach, tying it at the back of her head.

Ravin had gagged her to prevent her from speaking or crying out.

He turned her back into her original position.

"You told me to hurry up and do what was promised." There would be no more distractions. "I shall continue my voyage on the remaining islands on your map I have not explored yet. With my tongue."