Chapter 313 - Sex Magic Ritual

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the Second Circle of Hell

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Lilith didn't respond to Luxen's smug declaration.

It made him narrow his gaze at her, tapping his foot with impatience.

Lilith always had this habit of ignoring men, believing that she was above them and other men were beneath her.

Luxen was fast enough to catch this cat and mouse game, and he wasn't playing.

She was just a little girl who was insecure deep inside. 

There was potent generative energy around them that stirred his insides, making him feel antsy and impatient. 

Neither did Lilith glance up at him to bestow him a gracious smile for their successful plans, nor did she make a single gesture to congratulate him for a job well done.

'Wait a minute. He didn't need any 'congratulations.' Luxen paused and placed his foot down, smirking.

He knew it himself that he had done a good job making his Domina come all over his large, pulsating cock.

It had stretched her so wide she probably couldn't walk properly around Ravin's Castle.

'Of course, Luxen had done a good job!'

His attention moved back to the magic circle, noticing something he hadn't seen before the first time he had stepped inside the 'Magicarium'.

Resting his hands on his knees, he bent down to squint, making sure if they were what they were.

Stepping backwards, Luxen almost jumped in surprise when he figured out two snakes were slithering inside the fiery orange pyramid, which was inscribed on Lilith's circle.

The snakes were protecting the pink flower at the centre of the triangle--like it was their egg.

Hmm, it must be a pre-requisite for Lilith's ritual. 

Luxen never gave Lilith the satisfaction to feel like she was a princess seated on her throne, and he was her knight waiting for her commands just because she was the most beautiful Archdemon in Hell next to his wife.

He will continue sharing his conquest, pretending that the Archdemon Priestess had heard him. "The coupling might have been shorter than I have expected, so I wasn't able to initiate the blood bond again."

"You don't need to drink her blood and for her to drink, yours, Luxen." Lilith raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him with the elegance only a seductive woman can pull off.

Nevertheless, despite Luxen admiring the delicate curve of her neck, her signature arrogance was back into full force. "If you tried initiating the blood bond again, the wench would figure out that you are an impostor."

"We still don't know if our souls could be tied together again after an Archangel had it cut off." Crossing his arms, Luxen gave her a cruel smile. "I could do it and trick her into exchanging blood with me."

"Give credits to the wench, Luxen, because even I know she wasn't that stupid but, suit yourself. We are still young Archdemons in terms of Demon Age, but you do you', Luxen." Lilith tilted her head in a warning. "If the Archangel gets a hold of you by trying to connect the string, then you are pretty much done for."

"Marking her body with my seed had calmed me down, but it wasn't enough. Like there was a gaping hole inside where my Archdemon heart should be." Luxen forced himself to look away from Lilith in recollection." I can sense where Domina's presence should be, but I'm getting used to this emptiness."

His hands fell to the sides as he continued, "It can be bearable sometimes, making me doubt the existence of our connection, and it rallied my attention from time to time—sometimes it's too strong that it felt like he would explode and sometimes it was just a dull chronic ache on my chest cavity."

Luxen shook his head as if that would make him forget how it felt. "My mind sometimes filled me up with memories of her again and again until it overflowed, bleeding out of my brain, and then I just want to lose myself inside someone to distract myself and run away from my thoughts."

There was a dullness in his chest as Luxen felt another wave of heaviness he wanted to get rid of. "It's like an addiction that I had lost my grip with—

"Enough, Luxen." Lilith was expressionless at first until Luxen saw her classic pretty face redden as if she had held her breath.

Her grey eyes darkened with an intensity that made him nervous.

"You, of all people, know how much it triggered me!" Breathing hard, Lilith finally snapped, but it didn't have the same intimidation if they were eye-to-eye because she was still seated primly on her little chair. 

Her fingers clenched on the edges of the mirror so hard her knuckles whitened.

She snarled. "Why do you even have to talk about that girl when your connection didn't exist anymore?"

He shrugged with nonchalance. "I'm just wallowing in regret because our soul tie was cut before we even get to the good part." Luxen's eyebrows gathered in a scowl,"—and now the good part had ended as quickly as it began."

Lilith threw her head back and laughed mockingly. "That's the withdrawal of your addiction talking."

"Trust me." Lilith relaxed, and her anger over Luxen's longing with Luna had dissipated in a snap of a finger. "You don't even want her anymore."

"Of course, I do,"  Luxen replied. "I want to be with her because she didn't give in to me so easily as other Archdemons do."

Lilith couldn't have stood up so quickly that she threw her rectangular mirror to the side and stomped her foot towards him, leaving her little chair that had turned upside down in her wake.

Baring her teeth in anger, Lilith poked an accusing finger at him, "You are delusional!"

"Same, sister, same. "Glancing down at her, Luxen pressed his lips together into a small smile. "You are doing all of this for the Vampire King who didn't know you—both the literal and in a biblical sense." 

"The truth sometimes soothes, but sometimes it burns." Luxen's tone was matter-of-fact. "It's a shame I couldn't enjoy the best quim I had felt in my entire life as an Archdemon ever since Aphrodite had cursed me."

A shadow crossed over her face.

How easily Luxen could trigger Lilith with comparisons.

"I'm not interested in what you do, and neither am I interested if she was wetter for you or not." Closing her eyes, Lilith exhaled a heavy sigh.

She always did this when she caught herself arguing with him for such nonsense, and Luxen found it amusing.

Lilith narrowed her eyes at him. "Luxen, it's time for you to do what I have asked of you in exchange for saving you from the severance of your mating bond with the wench."

"Your request for me to insert my seed inside my Amare's womb in which I enjoyed in immense pleasure wasn't enough, then," Luxen murmured, tucking stray red strands behind her ear. "That didn't end there. That was why you told me to come here, hmm?"

"The end is near, and it is present in the beginning," Lilith whispered, lifting a hand to rest on his broad shoulders. "Luxen, I want you to stand inside this triangle and jerk your seed off on the pink flower while I start with the ritual."