Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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

"Fancy a threesome, Amare?" The deep baritone rumbled out of his chest as he whispered in her ear.

She tensed for a second before she experienced uncontrollable tremors all over her body.

Why was the Archdemon of Gluttony on top of her and the bed of all places?

Why were they two pairs of hands reaching for her, pulling and grabbing her clothes until she was naked?

Was she back in Hell with them when Apollyon successfully brought her soul back to the Faerie Realm?

Why?

Was her reunion with her husband a mere imagination?

No, Luna had returned to the Faerie Realm and reunited with him.

Was it because the blood sacrifice of the faeries was a failure?

Shaking her head in denial, she chanted in her thoughts. 'No, no, no, no.'

The blood sacrifice wasn't entirely a failure.

The only downside to this was that Lilith was still trapped somewhere in Luna's consciousness after forcing herself to eat the Demons' souls to save the Spring Courts.

This was a dream--a manifestation of her fears in her subconscious, inducing these nightmares haunting her in her sleep.

Her emotions were all over the place, going overdrive, paranoid that the Archdemons were only after her, chasing her from Hell and beyond.

Luna needed to get out of here even if she had to run far away buck-naked, not caring about the people who will see her.

She can clearly remember her memories at the Faerie Realm—the demonic attacks at Krinoniapolis were the reality—and these Archdemons violating her right now was simply a nightmare.

Luna was tempted to laugh out loud like a maniac because these hallucinations—all her emotions and her trauma—were akin to real torture.

Her facial muscles crunched up in a grimace as she forced her eyes to open to check if the man in front of her was Ravin because who else would call him Amare if it wasn't him?

Unfortunately, Luna still couldn't open her eyes after numerous attempts.

She bared her teeth at the man as she groaned in frustration, her hands wandering around the feel of the man's physique and the corded muscles around his neck and shoulders, still not giving up with her inquiry.

Luna might be blind as the time she was trapped in the dark prison made by the demonic faeries at Ostara and when she was blindfolded in Ravin's Pleasure Room, but she was sure that the man who had the outrageous audacity to take liberties upon her person wasn't her husband—even in her wildest dreams she knew the shape of him.

Beads of sweat trickled from the side of her forehead to her long silver hair fanning on the bed.

How will she be able to escape this place without her sense of sight if she was truly back in Hell?

Her legs muscled tightened as if preparing for an escape.

She was pinned under a heavy weight as if she was a monarch butterfly captured for them to play with, plucking its beautiful orange wings piece by piece.

Luna's heart hammered as another realization of hers sunk in.

Should she be a little glad that she didn't return to Satan's dungeon and suffer from the Grand Torturer's never-ending torment?

Now that he knew that Ravin was the owner of this big body up against her abdomen and settled his hips over hers, who owned the rest of these hands stimulating her flesh unless it belonged to another creature hovering above her?

The desire which made her muscles lose tension, parting both of her lips and legs were unwarranted.

There wasn't any use in glancing up when she couldn't see.

Who was this other man?

Her ears perked up in interest, patiently waiting for them to speak so that she could listen to their voices.

As if they know what she was up to, both turned eerily quiet as a tomb except for the soft rustles of the silk sheets with every discreet move of their bodies, their rasping breaths of need, and her soft whimpers echoing in this room.

Luna's brows knitted in confusion as she focused on the pair of hands kneading her breasts under her bodice as well as the hard muscle of forearms caressing the skin of her arms, feeling the level of smoothness between both skins to compare the two.

Luna didn't think they belong to the same person.

Also, her gut feeling told her that the hands on her breasts had long, slender fingers and fewer calluses on his palms than the previous one, and he was far better at kneading her, bringing her to the peak of her pleasure.

Biting her lip to curb her soft 'aahs,' Luna contemplated if the adept hands on her breasts belonged to a lady based on how elegant it moved as it glided across her chests, spreading the saliva on her areolas Ravin had left when he licked and sucked her there.

Luna cried out when he abruptly pinched her nipples so hard after lulling her in a force relaxation.

She parted her lips to demand what they were doing to her body, yet no sound came out of her throat.

Swallowing hard, Luna tried once again as she writhed under the man's bulky physique with her small hands sliding over his pectoral muscles to shove him off her.

Luna couldn't talk, and her breath caught in her throat in a panic.

She could only moan and groan to express pain and pleasure but never with her righteous anger.

Her forceful actions made it worse because the more she attempted wriggling as if she was a worm bathed in salt, the more the man's erection buried itself in her sensitive mound.

"I find it unfair that you have fucked Luxen when you wouldn't even let me touch you, Amare," Ravin said in a strained voice.

'What was unfair?' Luna thought angrily.

'She didn't consent Luxen pretending to be her husband just so that she could fall right into his sick, twisted game!'

Ravin circled a hand at the nape of her neck possessively as he brought her closer towards him.

He grazed his lips against hers. and murmured, "I miss you, Amare."

As he burrowed his nose at the crook of her neck, Ravin licked the sweat of her skin as she whimpered, afraid of what she will do to her.

Baring her teeth in anger, Luna wanted to kick Ravin, but with her legs pinned under his muscular thighs, it wouldn't do any good.

It would make her stretch and open her legs all the more, giving Ravin wide access to her wet quim, the tip of his prick leaking with pre-cum pushing and sliding against her clitoris.