Hell's Consort

Chapter 290 - Size Matters

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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In that instant, Apollyon drove himself into her.

She gasped as her fingers clawed his broad back in distress despite how shockingly amazing it felt.

Lips parting, Luna curbed her moan by gritting her teeth.

Luna felt like all her breath was expelled from her lungs as she felt the full pressure of Apollyon's cock inside her.

It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that felt delicious—like every nerve was on fire.

Apollyon groaned after his thrust all the way in, and it was intense.

Luna thought that Apollyon was acting desperate--like he hadn't had sexual congress with someone for millennia, and it showed in his actions.

From Apollyon's small smile, he must have known that Luna had loved how he filled her ache.

"You are so tight and wet for me," Apollyon murmured as he clasped her upper arms, raising Luna's hands above her head, making her breasts look larger and fuller.

Her quim was dripping wet with arousal, and Luna thought it was probably enough for lubrication, easing Apollyon's massive size in her entrance.

As her inner walls clamped against her husband's member, it felt like a foreign thing.

The feel of it…

It felt right and wonderful, but at the same time, why did it feel like something was wrong?

Mayhap, it was the size!

He didn't fit perfectly as he used to!

It wasn't like her husband's dick had shrunk the last time she remembered it.

She felt the opposite—or was it her imagination?

What a strange thought!

Right now, Apollyon's cock was bigger—larger than life—stretching her more.

It felt nice, but she had to make sense of this change.

Her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Luna was a virgin and a loyal wife to Apollyon.

Her first and last penetration was her husband.

It wouldn't make sense that his cock had felt different all of a sudden.

Do faithful wives feel it if there was something wrong with their husbands' proportion, or should Luna have to feel grateful that Apollyon didn't shrink?

"Luna." Apollyon's large hand pawed her breasts and squeezed gently. "Is everything alright?"

Giving him a shy glance, Luna gave an imperceptible nod.

He was long and huge down there that it made her feel overly full every time his hard cock twitched inside her quim.

Apollyon saw no need to give her more time to adjust.

He was ready to go.

Nothing could stop him from thrusting inside her quim.

Luna felt empty when he withdrew without warning. Then, he pulled out completely before ramming his cock so hard, hitting that sweet spot.

Luna let her eyelids fall shut.

The sensation can make her see sparks and glitters over her closed lids.

It was even better than being filled up.

It hurt so bad, but it felt so good.

She parted her lips and let out a long, breathy moan.

Every time her husband hit her that deep spot with her long, rapid strokes, Luna felt electric shocks radiating all over her skin.

Giddy with lust, Luna couldn't think of anything else.

The initial pain had already subsided when her vaginal muscles had finally adjusted to him.

Apollyon pulled out from her again.

Luna saw herself gripping at his upper arms so that she could pull him back in, not letting him go.

She was about to burst into tears when he smashed exactly where Luna wanted it.

He did it again and again, increasing the pressure.

The intensity of his thrusts grew stronger, and instead of Luna screaming at how rough Apollyon had handled her, strangely enough, she could only feel relief.

If Apollyon made her beg for it just like he used to do, then they would get in trouble.

They weren't in the privacy of the Vampire Castle's bed chambers.

They were in Hell, in an Archdemon's Pleasure Room.

Luna and Apollyon shouldn't get caught.

They had to keep their moans under control, or else Ravin would find out.

Apollyon's tongue kisses fanned the sizzling embers inside her blazing into firestorms.

Every time Apollyon rammed his dick to the hilt, Luna's quim burned hotter, becoming wetter.

The desire was like a drug exploding into her brains and flooding into her bloodstreams when Apollyon whispered, "I love you." in her ear while his member moved in and out of her quim.

As if his body was infused with a rush of adrenaline and excitement, Apollyon grew longer and harder inside her, which made him go even deeper.

Luna felt like she was so close to the edge of her orgasm as Apollyon switched between fast, shallow thrusts and slow, deep thrusts with expertise.

She was a fool staying in a hurricane that was her husband, consuming her and eating her alive.

Her quim had swallowed him whole to the base, and her walls pulsated with the delicious friction of their sexes.

As Luna laid on her back, meeting her husband's thrusts in perfect harmony, Apollyon decided to grab and pull both of her legs up, resting them on his muscular shoulders.

With his hands on either side of her head as he knelt in front of her, Apollyon propelled her passion aloft.

Luna watched her husband's blue eyes darken while he winced in concentration, breathing noisily with every exertion.

Sweat dripped from Apollyon's forehead, and it landed on her chest. "You like that, Luna?"

When his vigorous thrusts became more urgent, Apollyon had changed his speed and rhythm, angle, and depth.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Luna chanted in a high-pitched whimper.

Closing her eyes shut, she savoured the feel of her husband's thrusts, hardness to softness, as she ground to meet every single one of them.

The rhythmic pounding was a primal act as old as time--deeply sensual and incredible.

Her husband combined his unpredictable thrusts with his hips moving in circles, giving her clit the extreme stimulation it deserved.

"Ahhh~" Luna moaned, losing herself in ecstasy.

Shivering from head to toe, her body was warm and tingly as the temperature was built slowly with every wave of sensations.

Her time had come.

The orgasm had hit her like a slap on the face.