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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin regarded her with a sad smile as Luna gritted her teeth, exerting a powerful force to pull her handcuffs apart.

No matter how much Luna struggled with her freedom, if Amare didn't know how to harness her Archdemon Magic to one specific thing—in this case, the supernatural handcuffs—then it would it be futile.

Hands trembling with excitement, Ravin fiddled with the flogger in his hands.

"Luna. Stop." Shaking his head, he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I told you to stay still, didn't I?"

Ravin held the flogger's falls with his hand, gathered it into his palm, and gently tugging it with the other.

Without warning, Ravin gripped the hilt tightly and dropped his arm downward, abruptly releasing the falls with the other hand.

Mouth falling open, Luna choked out words she couldn't give voice to because she had a gag on her mouth.

Proceeding with caution, Ravin started to flog her lower legs, breasts, arms, and upper shoulders—lightly at first.

She flinched in surprise, followed by more twists and turns, sending her breasts to jiggle as well as incoherent words of fury.

He had no malicious intent to hurt Luna.

Ravin had this uncontrollable desire to play with Luna's body, giving her the ultimate pleasure.

This was to enhance the sensation of licking her sensitized skin to soothe them.

He can give it to him better than that pathetic Vampire King.

He repeatedly struck a specific area with accuracy as her adrenaline built up.

Luna gasped before letting out a prolonged husky moan, and the sound threatened to push him overboard.

He scented Luna's arousal, and his nostrils flared, lungs expanding to their fullest, deep, satisfying breaths.

"Ah." He gripped the hilt and let the falls hit. "Your whimpers are music to my ears."

Raising the flogger once again, he took hold of the tails and dropped its tips at her stomach, but this time, he increased his strikes' speed, hitting the same spot with dead accuracy.

Luna's lips quivered, and her entire form shuddered, her knees locking together.

Flogging wouldn't cause lasting damage.

It only gave a short stinging sensation with every quick hit.

He swore his cock had leaked pre-cum without the slightest physical provocation.

If he didn't stop himself, Ravin would have come right then there.

He aimed and hit again and again. "You like that?"

Luna hissed with pain, but her body was telling her brain otherwise.

Parting her legs, Luna planted the soles of her feet against the bed, meeting his every flail.

Looking at his Amare's face flushed with arousal made him growl with gratification.

Ravin did it with more force until he was satisfied with the red marks on her pale, ivory skin.

His breathing grew more labored as he asked her in a deeper, softer voice, "Does it hurt?"

A slow, disbelieving shake in the head.

There was an unnatural stiffness in Luna's posture as she swallowed hard.

Ravin carefully massaged her arms, her breasts, shoulders, thighs, and legs, rubbing the reddish spots of her body where he had flogged her with his palms to appease her tender flesh.

Ravin already knew the answer.

His flogger was made of brown suede, made of soft leather, and quite flexible. It delivered a nice thud with just a little sting, which could give his female a heavy massage on their skin rather than hurting them.

Now that he was done with flogging, he set it down beside her within grabbing distance and crawled to get the decanter of melted chocolate the imp had fetched from the cellar.

Ravin pulled the stopper of the antique crystal flask with adorned gemstones containing the melted chocolate mixed with cognac.

He straddled her defenseless body in a kneeling position without sitting on her stomach, careful not to crush Luna with his weight.

As he watched her nudity with open interest, Ravin's gaze can't help but stray to her naked breasts begging to be licked and sucked, jutting towards his mouth.

The sight had sent his lust into overdrive again, and he wanted to fuck her.

He shook his head as if that would eliminate his dirty thoughts.

"Stay still," Ravin told Luna as his fingers exerted a gentle pleasure around her throat.

It wasn't hard to choke but just enough to assert his control over her.

Luna drew loud breaths as a copious amount of saliva soaked the gag on her mouth, flooding through the corner of her lips.

He imagined those thick, moist lips moving up and down his cock as he clutched her hair, pushing and pulling, guiding her through the suction the way he liked it.

He wondered if Luna had experience with fellatio or did he have to teach her how to make him cum.

Will he whip her with the flogger if he didn't swallow his seed, or was it too early for his mind to wander that far off?

As he exhaled from his mouth, he sensed the slow-building heat ran through his veins until it felt like it burst into scorching flame. Ravin's heated blood had started pooling into the south.

It felt like a wyvern had breathed fire from his nape down to his spine as he stared her down.

Ravin's eyes lingered on the chocolate cognac, spilling over her bare skin, sticking unto the chains every time Luna writhed with the cold liquid cascading through her flesh.

He groaned at the erotic image before he grabbed her upper arms tightly as he latched his mouth unto her nipples, licking it in circling motion.

Slowly.

Gently.

The chocolate cognac had this unique flavor that he couldn't get enough.

He could barely discern the taste of the Angel Dust in his tongue as it exploded into a spicy, fruity, sweet, and bitter taste.

As he licked on her body further, the more he grew intoxicated by his Amare's exquisite aroma.

Ravin's eyes widened when he raised his head to look at her flushed neck and chests.