Chapter 292 - Not A Dream
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Archdemon Empress Luna
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Luna was jolted awake.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the thick blue and pink bed canopies.
She laid on her back with her head on the pillow, naked as a newborn babe, her legs and arms spread apart.
Blinking, Luna wasn't sure of the difference between fantasy and reality anymore.
It had been a long ti since she last dread of Hell.
Ever since she arrived here, her sleep consisted of just total darkness.
It was the sa feeling when Luna was knocked unconscious, and the world seed to fade away into nothingness.
Groaning, Luna felt sore.
She had lost her strength as if all her energy was zapped out of her.
Despite the heaviness in her limbs, Luna stirred to check if they were any traces of the dream she had just a minute ago.
The last thing she rembered in the dream was Apollyon rubbing that sticky, white substance all over her stomach and breasts.
She could feel no wetness all over her body, but when she inhaled, she swore she could sll the sweet and salty scent of sen and sweat in the air.
Mayhap, she was hallucinating.
She ran her sweaty palms slowly over her front as she lifted her hand to her face.
Luna found no traces of sen on her body.
For good asure, Luna let her fingers trail in her mounds to examine any discharge, but there was none.
She heaved a sigh, not knowing if it was of relief or regret that it was just a dream.
As she carefully rose from the bed, Luna made a ntal note of what she felt right off the bat.
Closing her eyes, she calmly expanded her awareness of her body for a few seconds before she found sothing shocking.
Grimacing, Luna squeezed her inner walls and found them deliciously throbbing and achy inside--that distinct, delicious sensation where one was thoroughly fucked.
It felt like sothing was shoved inside her quim for a long ti, then feeling empty afterward.
Luna shook her head in denial.
Now, she was confused.
Was her dream about Apollyon real, or was it rely a wet dream resulting from a lustful imagination?
She bit her nails anxiously as her mind raced with made-up scenarios.
Dreaming of her husband, Apollyon, managing to visit her in Hell, was a miracle in itself.
He was the Vampire King.
There was no way he could visit Hell on his own if he weren't an Archdemon.
If it was Apollyon's soul, then he might have sought help from a Goddess of the Underworld.
If it wasn't the Goddess, then he must have made a bargain with an Archdemon.
Hmm.
Impossible.
He had been possessed by an Archdemon and suffered the curse for a long ti, so that that decision wouldn't make sense at all.
Her husband might be misogynistic and stubborn, but he wasn't stupid.
He must hate the Demon Kind after what Lilith had put him through.
Will Apollyon hate her, too, after knowing she was an Archdemon?
There was a knot twisting in her belly as she tilted her head, ntally weighing her queries.
The Apollyon, in her dream, didn't have his priorities straight.
Isn't it suspicious that he didn't ask her about the Archdemon wings and just proceeded straight to the fucking?
He didn't even care about the possibility of her cheating with Ravin despite claiming he saw them, saying he was alright with it.
Sothing didn't add up here.
Was there a possibility that the man in her dream wasn't Apollyon?
Mayhap, Luna must have missed Apollyon so much that he showed up in her dream, demanding sex the mont they see each other because it was what she wanted.
Luna knew how dreams could be.
They can show their most wanted desires because it wouldn't happen in reality.
As she leaned her back to the headboard, Luna bent her knee and stared into space in recollection, daydreaming about the sex positions in her dream, chuckling to herself as warmth flooded her cheeks.
From the way Luna had received Apollyon's kisses in the dream, she knew at once that her husband was her salvation and downfall.
The magic of her imagination brought her imnse sha and decadent delight.
She didn't care.
She wasn't a maiden anymore.
When her husband had taken her virginity on the wedding night, it gave her a sense of confidence as a woman, making her feel powerful, enchanting, sensual, and full of vitality when it ca to mating.
Luna had fallen down the rabbit hole.
She had longed to be rescued, waiting for the Vampire King to break her from captivity in Hell if he could.
Her fantasy was abruptly suspended when the door to the 'Pleasure Room' slamd open.
Luna covered her private parts with her hands in desperation.
Unfortunately, she only had two of them.
The Archdemon of Gluttony stood by the door carrying a huge and heavy sword of tal with one hand while the other hand brought a flaming blue torch.
She was quick to pull the blankets on the edge of the King-sized bed and hurriedly wrapped it around her naked form.
Half-naked, Ravin displayed his chiseled warrior physique, not caring to wear a shirt in his own Castle.
This ti, the Archdemon had put on loose, crimson pants.
Ravin was breathing hard as when he arrived at the scene.
Luna frowned without knowing what got him in a panic.
"Where is he, imp?" Ravin stalked nearer towards the King-sized bed and wrenched the curtains to the side, fully exposing her.
He glanced at her then moved his gaze to the mattress for a long minute before he brought his attention to the imp who followed him.
The imp was ugly, and he looked familiar with that white-dotted eyes and shark teeth, including that greyish skin.
He flew around with his bat wings that were enough to carry his small height.
"I saw… I s-saw him e-earlier with the l-lady—"The imp stuttered, swallowing hard, "—he is g-gone, Prince Ravin."
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