Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna didn't care about having sexual congress in a small empty chamber underneath the colosseum where she would fight to the death against her mother-in-law.

As her heart beat matched her every inhale and exhale, Luna held on to the back of her thighs and held unto her 'V' position so that her husband could enter her quim easily.

Her naked body started to cool from her sweat as she kept up with it.

She frowned when Apollyon wasn't doing anything in front of her.

"Husband." She raised her head a little to get a good look at him.

She scowled when she saw her Apollyon's dark hair as messy as a bird's nest. His jacket was all rumpled while one hand held his erect cock.

"What are you doing?'" She huffed in frustration.

He swallowed hard when he scanned her overall pose looked down at her quim before bringing his gaze back to her eyes. "Where is this five minutes you promised?"

He promised her five minutes, so she decided not to make it harder--no pun intended...

No.

She meant that her husband didn't need to work for it or make him beg.

She had a habit of teasing her husband and make it look like she didn't do it on purpose.

It was a secret Apollyon had no idea of.

"You are flexible." He stated the obvious.

That made her raise an eyebrow.

Luna curbed her burst of laughter and kept her face blank.

"You look great in this position that I can't take my eyes off you. Let me observe you some more." He said breathlessly as if he was praying to the goddess, staring at her growing breasts, her puckered nipples down to her belly and the delicate hairs forming a triangle on her quim.

Placing his palms on either side of her head, he gently settled on top of her so that he wouldn't harm the baby with his weight.

"You are a work of art, beloved. You are beautiful in my eyes. Always." He murmured as he watched her like a starving man in a banquet, taking her time to watch every inch of her. "I do not care much about what you wear. The most important thing is what's underneath them."

Sometimes, her feminine power can get to her head, making her think that she can gain control over her husband with sex instead of the other way around.

Her knowledge of her husband's weakness made her feel like a goddess.

Luna flushed in chagrin, but she can't help but tease him, "Want to hire a sculptor to preserve the image?"

"No." He pinched his lips together. "I don't want the bastard to see you naked--even for the sake of art."

Her smirked dropped when he fastened his pants back as if he didn't want to have sexual congress with her anymore.

"Apollyon." Alarmed, Luna propped herself up with a forearm, making the rickety cot creak as she grabbed her husband's wrist to bring him back to her. To cushion his hardness against her softness. "Where do you think you are going when we aren't done yet?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. "Five minutes is up. The Familiars will be back soon. I don't want them to see you like this." Apollyon rumbled as he glanced at the ground to pick up the black breastplate first. "I will help you with the armor."

Luna's lips parted in surprise.

"You are still hard." Her constant reminder of the time was supposed to be a jest! Apollyon took it seriously.

She began to panic when he set his feet to the ground as if he was about to stand and leave her with unbridled lust.

"Let me do something about it, husband."

If he left her hanging in the precipice of her orgasm, she might lose in the duel from loss of concentration.

Why was her husband doing this?

Ah.

The five-minute countdown was up.

True to his word, he dropped everything and stopped to assist her with putting the armor on.

She got the breastplate he picked up and set them aside.

"They aren't here yet." She whispered, convincing him even further, "We can do it in three minutes."

She reached for his prick in case that would help him get ready for action.

As she felt the stiff rod inside his pants like a small animal, she began rubbing her thumb on the tip, and Apollyon shivered in ecstasy.

Luna unfastened his pants, and he let her release his cock for the second time.

She didn't think it was physically possible that he would grow even harder, but she loved it when he started leaking with precum.

It wasn't long until he resurrected his desire to ravish her.

He was forced to lay down when she climbed on top of him and settled her quim above his erection.

She ripped his jacket open with her extended claws, ripping them to shreds.

Her claws retracted when he placed a palm over his heart.

Apollyon groaned when she started doing slow, suggestive gyrations against his hard cock, mimicking the motions of lovemaking. A dance that was as old as time itself.

Moaning, Luna's eyes fluttered shut from the delicious friction between their sexes.

He played with her taut breasts and stroked his thumbs over her puckered nipples.

Finally, she got a reaction from her husband!

"Oh goddess, please!" She gasped every time his shaft hit her clitoris perfectly. "Inside, Apollyon." Her teeth were clenched when she felt herself almost coming, but she wasn't there yet. Sweet, sweet torture. "I want you inside me. Now."

"Very imperial. Empress." It was a need so passionate she would die if he didn't take her. Her husband responded with a clenched jaw, "I want you too."

"Apollyon hoisted her up by the waist.

His hands trembled as he adjusted his cock to her slick entrance as if depriving him of sex made him hungry and nervous.

Both of them groaned when she sank to the hilt.

The walls inside her quim felt like pure fire when Apollyon started thrusting as if his life depended on it.

Their grunts and whimpers grew louder, echoing in the underground chambers.

She wanted to disappear out of embarrassment, but she needed to come first.

Three loud knocks banged the door.