Hell’s Consort

  "Are you going to remove this dagger in my shoulder or not?" Luna kept her tone casual and conversational but it was proven a difficult task the moment the knife was embedded on her shoulder.

She clenched her jaw and hissed, "Are you trying to kill me?"

Luna could only glance at her vampire blood spilling all over the bedsheets.

She hissed at the throbbing pain as her vampire skin forcibly knit itself together to heal the gash but it couldn't.

It could only close around the silver dagger lodged on her flesh.

"Killing you after we had cleared out our misunderstandings wasn't quite I had in mind, my wife but I guess this is the best punishment I could think of." There was a feral gleam of the Vampire King's eyes in the darkness and Luna could hear the savage despair in his voice. "It was pain mixed with pleasure."

Luna groaned from the relentless assault of his fingers on her quim, his sharp fangs sinking into the soft mounds on her breasts. "Apollyon—ah—please—don't. "

She gasped a quick orgasm brought by the Vampire King's skillful manipulation as he played her insides like an instrument.

Luna saw white, hot stars exploding behind her closed eyelids as she squirted cream in Apollyon's fingers.

The white stars bursting in her vision were slowly replaced by red and green dots when she opened her eyes to look into Apollyon's hard and concentrated gaze.

She screamed when Apollyon showed no signs of stopping.

Her mind went blank.

The moment she could sense the wave of pleasure inside her which threatened to build up to a climax, her soft moans turned to whimpers then rose to a crescendo of high-pitched cries of pleasure.

Luna's entire body shook and her knees weakened from the force of it.

Rising up to meet his thrusts, she had screamed her husband's name repeatedly as it echoed throughout the tower.

By the goddess, Luna could swear that the entire Vampire Castle could hear her including the Kings from the other Realms.

She thought she felt the world move with the strength of her orgasm as she creamed all over her husband's hand, squirting her wetness all over the bed as the Vampire King stabbed another silver dagger on her right thigh.

This time it was deeper.

Blood spurted out from her thigh as it leaked all over the bed.

Luna was bathed in her own blood as Apollyon watched her, his blue eyes smoldering with arousal.

  Luna's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her bones turning to jelly that she couldn't even lift a finger.

Breathing noisily with her mouth hanging open, she laid back on the bed with her head turned sideways, her tongue lolling out.

She wanted her husband to stop.

She hoped that would prevent her from dying of too much sexual pleasure.

Luna guessed her husband had enjoyed his control way too much.

The lights in her vision had winked out and she blinked hard.

Her ears had ringed as she tried to bring herself back to consciousness. 

Luna was too close to passing out from the pain of her stab wounds and the lack of blood.

The Vampire King had sucked her dry, drinking her blood from her breasts and stabbing her with his silver daggers at the same time.

She swallowed audibly and bit her lip, reminding herself of the taste of blood. 

'Any blood will not do.' Luna thought as she pried her eyes open. 

She felt like she would die anytime if she couldn't get hold of Apollyon's.

Luna swallowed audibly as her eyes zeroed on her husband's carotid. 

She couldn't even bring herself to speak because her throat was too dry from all that screaming,

Luna wetted her lips as if that would even alleviate her parched throat.

She needed to drink Apollyon's blood soon or she would die from starvation.

She might find herself in Hell along with Lux and Ravin.

Luna didn't want that.

  "Ah, I really shouldn't be hard on you, should I? It must have been quite distressing to learn that you had just wedded a person from the male species who cared about nothing for anyone but himself. History had portrayed Amazons like you as heartless, petty vindictive wenches."

The Vampire King's voice softened to a velvety rasp. "After all, a proud woman like you had suffered from the humiliation of being molested by the male species you had sworn to hate with me as an exception, of course. I'm your husband."

Who was this person in front of Luna?

This version of Apollyon—this Vampire King—didn't sound like his husband at all. 

Did he get too carried away from the power he had wielded against her just because Luna was tied down to the bed, splayed helplessly in front of him?

The Vampire King had the power to control and make her do what she wanted now that Luna had lost her magic as Hecate's High Priestess. 

Apollyon had wrapped a muscular arm around her waist, sinking her body further towards the bed.

He had parted her legs with the breadth of his hips as he lay on top of her weak, incapacitated body.

Luna could now feel the rigid heat pressed to the vulnerable hollow between her thighs. 

Would her husband enter her now?

"Husband." Luna whispered hoarsely as she moaned, "I'm hungry for you."

"You aren't allowed to drink from me yet." He murmured huskily.

Luna pulled at her the manacles on her wrists even if her whole body hurt.

She squirmed from under Apollyon's weight, trying to push him off her but it was futile.

Apollyon tangled one free hand in her silver strands as he bent her head back until his lips hovered above hers, just a sigh away from Luna to bite her husband's lips and suck his blood even if it was just a drop—just a taste.

Luna was so ravenous she would take anyway she could from the Vampire King, even if it was just a trickle of blood from his lip, oozing down, down, down his chin, dropping to her mouth.

She licked her lips once again as she focused on his bottom lip.

Each desperate catch of his breath and the sound of his blood flowing through his veins rushed through her ears.

She can't wait for her fangs to sink into them when he kissed her. 

The Vampire King's blood was the only thing that could sustain her.

It was nirvana.

"Kiss me, husband." Luna breathed softly, acting submissive. "Please, Your Highness."

Luna added the magic words to soften him up to her requests because she knew instinctively that her husband wouldn't kiss her.

Luna knew of his plans even as he wrapped his arm around her hips and lifted her to the bed.

The Vampire King was stubborn as fuck.

This was all about punishment and not giving her the pleasure she sought.

Apollyon was good at creating his torture devices.

Luna found out the hard way that there weren't reserved for his enemies alone.

He could also use his tactics against her, teasing her and taunting her about the things just in front of her beyond her reach.

When was this going to end?

Probably until her husband got tired of this game or until he wanted this to last.

Apollyon made it clear that he was the one in control here--just another one of his power-plays.

Should Luna provoke him to get a reaction out of him?

Her mind blanked once again when the Vampire King nudged her knees apart.

She longed to reach for him and caressed his jaw, thread her fingers through his raven hair and wrapped him in her embrace but she couldn't.

Apollyon had bonded her in cruelty for she was unfortunately chained to the bed.

The Vampire King had deprived both of them of enveloping each other in a warm embrace.

Closing her eyes shut, Luna shivered as she braced herself for the worst.

Her entire body convulsed when the Vampire King pulled the dagger abruptly from her thigh and threw it to the floor.

Luna's skin had struggled to stitch itself together.

It scared her when it didn't heal completely when she rose to look at it.

The wound didn't close.

She bit her lip once again, drawing her own blood and swallowing it.

Ah, It was useless since that wouldn't give her any nutrition unless she drank from her blood mate himself.

"I want you dripping wet before I come inside you." Her blood mate murmured as he parted the folds between her thighs with rapt attention.

Broken gasps escaped from between her clenched teeth when his big blunt middle finger burrowed once again inside her, making her ready to receive him.

This was never-ending torture.

Luna wanted her husband's cock and she wanted it inside her right now.

She didn't dare voice it out because she feared Apollyon's retribution.

Luna turned her face to the pillow as her husband continued his perversion.

She waited patiently until the Vampire King was satisfied with the wetness of her quim.

Devastating tingles of pleasure spread once again from his touch.

Luna knew that if she came for the third time she would pass out and her husband would liken it to humping his rod to a dead person because she was dead to the world.

She tried to keep herself awake but she was dangerously close to shutting down as she arched against his hand.

Their gazes locked for a brief eternity.

Then, Apollyon drove himself between her splayed legs with a guttural groan.

Luna's fingers crumpled on the bedsheets as a bright lance of pain consumed her.