Hell’s Consort

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The Empress Luna

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  Luna didn't speak to the Faerie Prince no matter how much he had goaded her to reveal her secret.

Prince Aspen had turned his charms--his questions had started out as innocent--and the only response she allowed herself to give him was a pleasant smile.

He might as well extricate a response from a pine tree rather than her who had her lips sealed shut.

The Faerie Prince was too invasive and too familiar with them as a couple which was suspicious for someone who claimed that he was a long distant cousin.

The Faerie Prince had dropped his concern disguised as interrogation when it was very clear that the only response he could get from her was 'yes', 'no', 'hmm' and (…)

  The quadrille had ended and the Vampire King had whisked her away without any farewell from the other Kings.

She knew that the Kings from the other Realms were itching to be introduced to her as all of them left the dance floor, sitting on their thrones beside Apollyon to rest and leaving the rest of the women dancing with other royal vampires, their relatives and some blokes the other Kings' had invited from their envoys.

They had patiently waited for their turn to invite Luna to dance and get to know her more but the Vampire King didn't care at all.

They had stood with their mouth hanging open when Apollyon had clasped Luna's upper arm gently away from Prince Aspen as he guided her out from the dance floor, parting the crowd like how Moses had used his magic staff to pass through a huge body of water.

Her husband didn't even let the other Kings approach her.

Luna had witnessed the Werewolf King and King Panterra scrambling from their thrones when she was finally free from the Faerie Prince's clutches, hurriedly descending through the stairs. 

Luna's breath had hitched as she kept up with her husband's long-legged pace.

A flush of adrenaline tingled through her body as she sensed Apollyon's static power hummed in the atmosphere.

Even if she had anticipated this, Luna was still surprised when in the middle of her step, the dancing couples had vanished.

She gasped when the dinner tables, the ceilings, the orchestra, the candelabras and the golden thrones also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The last thing she had witnessed was the shock in the royal guests' faces when she and Apollyon had finally dematerialize into thin air only to splash directly into the water.

  A sudden coldness had hit her in their core and she flapped her arms outward trying to break free to the surface.

The moment her head was finally above the water, Luna had coughed and sputtered the warm water out of her lungs and gulped mouthfuls of air.

She shut her eyes tight as she pressed her fingers on her temples, giving herself a few seconds to banish her disorientation.

Luna wiped the water out of her face as the fabric of her paper-thin gown floated into the surface.

When she opened her eyes, Luna realized she was in a wooden hot tub while eunuchs after eunuchs brought jugs and pot of hot water to fill them.

Scraping her hand unto her wet hair, Luna's eyes ricocheted around into their marriage bedchamber searching where her husband had gone off to.

Luna saw the Vampire King emerge from the floral patterned dressing screen at the far corner of their large bedchamber.

She hadn't noticed her husband was there, changing his suit into a fluffy red bath robe which showcased his well-defined chest and half of his sculpted eight pack abs.

Luna bit her lip when he noticed that it was tied loosely around the waist.

She swam towards the front of the bath tub and gave her husband a slow smile, wanting to be as near to Apollyon as it would allow--similar to a moth that was attracted by the flame.

"Ah, there you are!" Luna sighed with relief as she released a shaky laughter, sagging against the hot tub as the eunuchs continued to pour warm water over her. "I couldn't find you in a minute and it made me anxious---" 

All of her sweet words talking about how she had quickly missed Apollyon flew out of the window when the Vampire King's hands settled on his bathrobe.

He untied the knot, showing her his large, veiny cock which had stood proud and erect.

It was rather nice to know that she was the reason that she had this powerful effect on his husband when she was all wet in the bath tub and Luna hadn't even taken off her clothes yet.

If she wanted to stroke her ego, Luna would just had to think that she solely have the power to make Apollyon weak and come apart. 

She could destroy him with sex if she was his weakness, indeed.

Luna's mind had turned blank as she swallowed the saliva which had formed on the sides of her mouth, coating her growing fangs.

"That surprise attack wasn't fair, husband." Luna murmured as she covered her mouth, praying that her husband had understand what she said because it was getting difficult to speak clearly with these long and sharp fangs which she tried so hard to retract.

They were still surrounded by servants.

They weren't supposed to know that she was a turned vampire of an ancient pureblood. 

"All is fair in love and war, beloved." The Vampire King uttered in a teasing sigh.

Apollyon was like the fire to her candle, inevitably melting into his intense gaze. 

  Luna had learned to love her husband and of course, there would be no more disloyalty and betrayal now that she had experienced the extent of how a Vampire King could love so hard if the lady had gained his trust.

  Apollyon only had his eyes on Luna and she was the same too.

Despite that realization, she couldn't help but throw a jest at him as she playfully stroked the rim of the wooden bath tub.

Unfortunately, it can't be a surrogate for the object of her desire.

"I need something bigger than that."