Hell’s Consort

She would make sure her husband would get the best massage in his entire lifetime tonight.

Luna blinked slowly as she peered at him beneath her lashes, toying with the neck of the orange extract bottle and stroking it upwards then downwards.

She made sure her husband see it, imagining her hands on her cock, wishing her fingers were on him instead of the poor bottle as a demonstration.

The way his large blue eyes twinkled, darkening into a deeper indigo shade as he stared into her hand playing with the bottle, would be the death of her.

Luna was nervously ecstatic when she had elicited the reaction she needed from Apollyon.

She was so close to moaning just from the sight itself.

Luna felt her quim clench at something that should be inside her before it dampened with her juices.

How can her husband make her feel so wet by just staring at her with hunger? 

Luna's braies would be soaked before they even get to the good part.

She hadn't even laid her hands on him yet. 

"I hope you are telling the truth, husband," Luna murmured huskily as she felt her cheeks warm.

Her mouth was barely open when she spoke again, "You had been a very good boy, Apollyon." 

Honestly, Luna had felt awkward for suddenly acting out-of-character.

She was afraid that Apollyon would point that out, telling her that he hated her role-playing. 

Thankfully, Luna hadn't seen annoyance in his handsome face.

Her husband had decided to play along with her if his hooded gaze was any indication.

Luna bit her lip as she popped the stopper from the scented bottle and tossing it carelessly to the wall above the headboard, trying too hard to be sexy for her husband.

She realized she wasn't built to be a seductress when the cork bounced back and hit her in the face in a dull 'plop.' 

Oops.

That wasn't very pleasant.

She cleared her throat as she glanced at anywhere but the Vampire King.

"Yes, I'm a good boy," Apollyon responded, mimicking her lip-biting as if he couldn't wait to bite her lips either.

It was comical to witness how her husband had hastily popped the buttons of his sleeved shirt. 

Apollyon didn't even care about the blunders of her attempted seduction, which made her exhale in relief.

Good that her husband was more focused on taking his clothes off rather than her actions.

Apollyon rose from the bed in a sitting position, removing his clothes quickly, and threw them at the side of the bed as if he couldn't wait to be completely naked.

Luna inhaled sharply when he revealed that hard muscle on his chest and that defined ridges of his stomach, leading to his happy trail down, down to his twitching rod which was covered by his pants.

The tip of his cock had emerged from his pants as if it was a savage beast that couldn't wait to spring forth from its cage, ready to pounce on its prey.

"Luna," Apollyon murmured as he unbuttoned and lowered his pants down to his thighs, exposing his member to her.

It was half-erect earlier as it twitched around.

His angry cock had stood in attention, proud and stiff under her intense scrutiny.

'Angry' was the word Luna picked to describe it because of how red and veiny it was.

Luna was almost afraid to touch it.

She shouldn't let her face near it because it might poke her in the eye.

Luna kept herself together, mustering all the courage she could get. 

"Do you want me to reward you?" She asked calmly as if she had been used to having her husband for breakfast. "I have nothing better to do, to be honest."

She circled her hand with his cock and rubbed the tip with her thumb tentatively, gauging his reaction.

Apollyon leaned his back towards the headboard.

"Please." He whispered brokenly as he stretched the corded muscles on his neck, exposing his Adam's apple.

It was the hottest thing she had ever seen since she came back to the Vampire Realm.

"Please. I want more of this."

Luna's thumb was wet with pre-cum.

She withdrew her hand like she had been burned, not expecting that it had that kind of effect on Apollyon.

Now, she wasn't sure if she should do that again or not.

His inaudible groans made him sound like he was hurt, and she was afraid to lay her hand on his cock again. 

"Luna, that was—"He hissed as he closed his eyes, exhaling a breath as his palms caressed the hard ridges of his stomach and his chest with his large hand as if he was trying to calm himself down.

He raised his head a little to glance at her while she was settled between his thighs. 

Their eyes met and she had paused for a second before giving him a little smirk.

Apollyon gritted his teeth as he said in a commanding tone, "Do that again but this time you have to rub my cock with the oil."

Luna shook his head from left to right as she moved closer and settled between his muscled legs.

Luna tried to ignore Apollyon's erect cock which had kept on twitching, refusing to be ignored as it demanded her undivided attention.

She poured the oil carelessly to her torso, turning the bottle upside down until it was empty. 

Luna even had to slap the bottom of the upside-down bottle for good measure,

The oil had she had poured on his upper body had spilled to the side of the bedsheets.

Now, the room in this ivory tower had smelled like it was an orange orchard.

She didn't regret her decision, preferring its citrus scent. 

She hastened to catch the flowing oils back to her husband's slippery skin and rubbed them to her heart's content.

His broad shoulders, chest, and stomach were slick and warm with the oil as she started to massage him hard, kneading his tense muscles.

Apollyon must have been stressed when her soul had traveled to the Dream Realm, worrying about her absence.

As his wife, this was the perfect way to let him know that she cared as she soothed his tight muscles.

Luna had wondered why she could taste the orange extract when she was already a vampire and couldn't savor anything other than blood.

It was one of the High Priest's creations, for sure.

It tasted eerily the same as the one she had drunk during her and Apollyon's marriage ceremony, but this time, it had a specific flavor. 

Her nipples had suddenly hardened by its own accord, and her braies were now drenched with her juices.

Luna thought about taking advantage, wanting to play with her quim herself like what Apollyon had done so that she could get herself off fast without her husband's excruciating strokes.

His fingers had induced a pleasure so potent she wanted to scream.

Apollyon would have played with her whenever he liked, wanting to control her release.

She didn't want that right now. 

Running her hands over his body, Luna had assumed she was doing a great job when her husband had let out satisfied little grunts every time she placed more pressure on her fingers.

Apollyon hadn't complained that she had kneaded too hard, so she continued on his stomach.

Her husband's abdomen caved when Luna's hands descended to his cock, shifting the moisture over there. 

Luna didn't want Apollyon's cock to be left out from all this action, so she also worked with it, shifting it up and down, mimicking the movement of sex.

Apollyon's legs quivered whenever she squeezed too hard, her clenched fists moving his shaft upwards.

Luna did this repetitively, and her husband's growls had grown louder, and his hips had pistoned upwards as if he couldn't get enough.

She stopped because she was afraid that her husband was hurt.

Perhaps, he wasn't enjoying this anymore.

"Luna." Apollyon moaned.

Perhaps, her husband hadn't enjoyed her hands.

  Her hands were sore and tired from all that massaging.

No matter how much force she had applied to his massage, it wasn't effective.

"I saw that consort kneel in front of you as you unfastened your pants."

That thought suddenly crossed her mind.

It wasn't like Luna was still jealous of the Apollyon's concubine.

She was already insignificant at this point.

"Were you planning to put your cock into her mouth?"

Luna wanted to try something new with her husband.

She had no idea if that was appropriate in this situation.

Luna strived to be more adventurous in sexual congress to satisfy him.

He always knew how to make her feel good, make her cry out in pleasure.

Luna needed to return the favor.

If not now, then when?

Who knew when the Archdemon of Gluttony might take her away in the Dream Realm unless she never permitted herself to sleep again? 

Apollyon sat up again as he leaned both hands from the bed, supporting his weight.

"Where else would I put it if not in the mouth?" He glanced up at her in confusion.

Then he narrowed his eyes at her hands, wondering why she had stopped abruptly with her massage.

Luna noticed that Apollyon was disgruntled, so she brought both of her hands back on his member to appease him.

"I didn't know where the male race put their cock aside from the female's quim." Luna replied, amazed at what she had just learned from the concubine. "I hadn't seen that before, so I didn't know how it's done."