Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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A single hand gently massaged one of Luna's breasts beneath the rough friction of her lace fabric.

As few moments went by, her nipple protruded from the onslaught of the rough callused palm, belonging to a masculine who clearly knew what he was doing.

He knew the best ways to bring out a woman's greatest pleasure, that's for sure.

Luna parted her lips in a long, breathy moan and wrapped one of her legs at the back of the man's thigh, inches away from his beefy ass.

When her Achilles heel caressed bare skin, Luna figured out that the man was naked as he leaned his heavy weight unto her as if he was turned on by her toes caressing him from behind.

She detected his large erection twitching between them, probing the seams of her nether lips with bold enthusiasm.

Her lips curving upward, Luna slowly raised her arms which were spread-eagled to each side of the bed and slid every inch of her skin unto his broad shoulders before resting them at the back of his neck.

When Luna pulled him closer, the man leaned his body towards her.

Luna could sense the dips and ridges of his abdominal muscles rubbing against the soft skin of her protruding belly, including the sensitive mound.

She swallowed hard.

It was so tantalizing and seductive that she could cry out from delight every time he moved as his warm skin glided against hers and their sexes stroking against each other down there.

The man pushed his erection against the hood of her quim, hitting her bundle of nerves.

Breathing hard, Luna saw no need to open her eyes yet because she wanted to savor the delicious sensation in the ink-black of her closed lids, letting her imagination run wild as it took over the scenario of her dreams.

It had been a long time since Luna last dreamed in her body, ever since her soul was taken in Hell.

Being in that godforsaken place was a living nightmare, and Luna hoped that everything that happened with Ravin, Luxen, Satan, and the Grand Torturer was just a figment of her imagination.

It was hard to explain to his husband that her constant astral travel from the Spirit Realm to the Worldly Realm made her insane.

She couldn't distinguish the fine line between reality and illusion as well as the clear boundaries between Hell and this Worldly Realm when she closed her eyes and sleep.

Was this a dream?

Was this reality or…

Was she back in Hell after swallowing the souls of the demonic faeries at Ostara and witnessing Lilith's soul slumber in the hidden confines of her consciousness?

Two Archdemons in a single Vampire body with a vampire baby and a possibility of an Archdemon child clinging unto her soul was asking for trouble.

Luxen might have spilled his seed inside her after pretending he was Apollyon, but that wouldn't guarantee that he was successful in making her pregnant with an Archdemon baby.

Her eyebrows knitted together in a scowl.

She would reject some of the ideas Sloth had injected into her mind.

Luna's tensed form relaxed bit by bit when the man pinched her areola with his long fingers before groping and squeezing them in lethargy, taking turns with the other without leaving one behind when it came to his lascivious attention.

Holding her breath in anticipation, Luna waited for the wet and moist mouth of a warm male to take in her red, swollen nipples, licking them a thousand times, sucking them hard, and grazing them with his teeth.

Just thinking about those dirty thoughts made her arch her back to push her breasts against his hand as liquid heat pooled between her legs.

Her entire body warmed up as his fingers kneaded over her chest, playing her like an instrument like an expert musician, and her task in the present was only to make a sound, singing his praises in a moaning crescendo.

Luna became slowly aware of the man's other hand as it entered the picture in her mind.

The man slightly lifted her waist and grasped the globes of her ass in a tight squeeze while the other continued to play with her breasts.

He massaged her chest and her ass for a while before moving his arms and place them on either side of her head.

Then, he buried his face on her neck, inhaling her scent.

What would he do next?

Luna moaned when he did what she had been waiting for.

He finally placed his lips on top of her nipples and sucked hard that she cried out, but her lips pressed tight in disappointment that her husband did it without removing her lacy top.

She yelped in surprise when he tore her bodice, peeling them with his teeth.

He buried his nose in her cleavage and took another deep breath as if he was obsessed with the smell of her sweat.

As he began trailing kisses along her jaw, Apollyon's short stubble burned a little when it came into contact with her flesh, and his every exhalation tickled the tiny hairs on her skin, making her shiver in suspense.

The burning sensation of that beard...

Luna paused as she bit her lip, deciding to open her eyes and check who she was with.

Her muscles tensed when she couldn't open her eyes as if someone used a dark thread to sew it shut.

Chills run down her spine at this revelation.

Luna could freely move her bare arms and legs as it grazed into the silk sheets, but she couldn't open her eyes?

She tried to guess where she was and whose bed her body had laid or which man did these mysterious hands massaging her belonged to.

Well, wait a minute…

Luna shouldn't be asking that question because who else would be touching her except her husband?

Of course, these large calloused palms and lips on her breasts belonged to Apollyon, right?

Chin trembling in panic, she noticed that the mattress above her head cave in as if someone else was there on the bed, hovering in front of her face.

Suddenly, two pairs of hands were touching her at once.

"Fancy a threesome, Amare?"