Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Amare." Ravin's silky, raven hair was a mess as the wisps stood, kinking out in random directions.

If he weren't an Archdemon of Hell, females would have found it adorable.

Ravin had noticed that she had spaced out, fixating on his hair.

He immediately caught on as he consciously tangled his fingers over his messy curls.

Clearing his throat, he reclined one hand to the cushions as he sat with his knees to the side.

The posture showed how relaxed he was after his orgasm.

He lifted his other hand as if to trace her sternum.

When his fingers ran perilously close to the soft rise of her breasts, Luna swatted that hand away and rose from the bed.

She also tamed her silver hair, which probably resembled a bird's nest.

'What would Apollyon think of her if he found out about this?' Luna thought it was a frantic obsession to make her head in a spin.

Luna can only sigh in regret.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see pieces of fabric from the sapphire robes Ravin had torn from her body with his claws on the edge of the large bed.

She remembered how Ravin had easily ripped her clothes off, massaged her back and rid her of Angel's Dust as well.

Like her husband, the Archdemon was an expert of removing clothes from a woman.

Luna's form had been exposed too often, consciously and unconsciously, and she felt extremely vulnerable under his perusal.

Crossing an arm to cover her breasts, Luna used her other arm to pull at the coverlet under them so that she could cover her naked body with it.

She still had a gag on her mouth.

Luna decided to remove the abomination after she hid her state of undress.

She threw a murderous look at the Ravin when he made no move of getting his heavy ass out of bed, preferring to watch her struggle with the blanket as he cradled his head with hands.

Luna meant Ravin's bigger head, not the one below.

The other head had physically powered down, his cock turning flaccid after his orgasm while Luna… well, her multiple orgasms felt kind of…empty.

She didn't want the Archdemon to do something about that, and she wouldn't tell her, either.

Luna wanted her real husband, Apollyon.

Not him.

Mayhap, only her husband, Apollyon, could make her feel sexually satisfied because their blood bond was stronger than the others.

Apollyon gave her a lot of attention in bed whenever she awoke or slept beside the Vampire King.

She clicked her tongue as she sighed in regret.

Moisture pooled at the corner of Luna's eyes.

She turned her head away from Ravin so that he couldn't see what was wrong with him.

As soon as her head swivelled to the right, she saw the flogger Ravin had used to flail her skin.

Her hand slowly reached out to its falls as she rubbed the texture with her fingers.

The brown tails were made of weighty leather made of suede, and the grip of the flogger was shaped similarly to a phallus.

Luna glanced down at her form to check for bruises, momentarily forgetting that she was both an Archdemon and a Vampire.

She might feel unbearable pain during physical blows, but she will heal as long as demon weapons, angel blades and Archdemon magic weren't used on her.

She was pretty much invisible, but she can't shake the embarrassment of her submission in such a helpless endeavour, tied up and flogged for sexual pleasure.

Luna desired to be in control.

It was her nature to be dominant.

Mayhap, Ravin would allow her to flog him to death in the future.

She would procure an angel blade from Luxen's heavenly bitches, break it into irregular shards and attach them to the flogger.

That would be such a cool weapon to own.

Luna can't help but smirk despite almost tearing up just a minute ago.

Shaking her head, Luna realized her mood swings were acting up again.

"Amare."

Ravin stared back at her with knitted brows and a little scowl, wondering why she was smiling to herself.

Of course, Luna would be ecstatic of plotting Ravin's downfall for coming unto her foot like a pervert.

Luna narrowed her eyes at him as they stared at each other, wondering what his problem was.

"You should lie back to the bed," Ravin said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed Luna back to the bed.

As he bent his head down, his lips were against her jaw as he whispered, "I need to clean you up."

Luna pulled at her gag to talk back, but Ravin swiftly moved her hands on her elbows, pinning her to the mattress.

Mouth opening in outrage, Luna pummelled at his firm chest so that he could let her go.

All she could do was groan some incoherent words.

She needed to untie the cloth on her mouth.

The moment Luna was set free, she should have attacked him like a wild cat first and throttle him before she searched for blankets.

"Relax, will you, Amare?" Ravin stilled beside her as he spoke in his silky smooth voice, cruel and sensual.

"I will not harm you." His rigid posture, along with the rising tension in the air was like the calm before the storm. "After cleaning you up, I shall cover you with the blankets."

The bastard said one thing then do the other thing.

He promised not to hurt her then proceeded to use the flogger.

It didn't hurt, though.

'I don't believe you anymore, Ravin.' As she poured all her hatred in her gaze, Luna screamed in her mind, hoping that Ravin heard them.

Ravin flinched as he covered his ears, suddenly taken aback.

Did the Archdemon of Gluttony hear her thoughts?

Was their blood bond getting stronger because of this physical connection?

Luna glared at him in accusation, and Ravin raised his hands in surrender as if that would prove his innocence.

Ravin shrugged with nonchalance,  "Look. If you are afraid I would do something bad, then I would cover myself."

As he picked the white towel hanging from the edge of the bed, Ravin wrapped it snugly around his waist.

The fluffy towel was considerably shorter, but at least, she couldn't see him walking around and interacting with her on the bed, naked.

She lifted her head to glance down at Ravin's lower half.

When his prick had proved that it wasn't a threat to her anymore, Luna relaxed back to the cushion in a light thump.

Reaching out, he clasped her fingers and brought them into his soft and warm lips. "You don't need to hide from me because I have seen it all."

Ravin plucked the blindfold from the side as he went on all fours, descending to her feet.

He wiped the sticky, white cum from her soles clean.

It wasn't only that.

Ravin had inspected the expanse of her ivory skin, as she searched for any more bruises.

He lifted her arms and legs, twisting her here and there.

He was careful and serious.

If Ravin noticed some minimal blood clots, he massaged them with his slender finger to increase the blood flow.