Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna noticed that Apollyon's skin was throwing off a scent that Luna wasn't familiar with. 

She sniffed his neck, and he didn't smell the same anymore, or did her memory fail her?

Was he releasing some pheromones to lure her into having sex when she didn't feel like it because she had to straighten things up?

Mayhap, she had stayed in Hell for long, and her sense of smell had quickly adapted to Archdemons.

  Scenting vampires at once must have shocked her nose.

"I wouldn't stay long," Apollyon added as he chased for her lips again, distracting her.

What?

Where was her husband going?

'Were the devils on his heels for entering the gates of Hell?'

It broke her trains of thought, "Apollyon—"

His Prussian blue eyes shifted to the sky's color until they were closed to silver.

He leaned his weight unto her, crushing her chest.

Luna unconsciously trailed her fingers down his spine to soothe him.

Apollyon murmured huskily. "I just want to be inside you."

He shifted his grip on her neck as he caressed his thumb on her throat and collarbone.

Arching her back, Luna groaned as she reveled in the sensation. "Oh~."

But...wait.

"What?" Her brows knitted in confusion.

Luna didn't want to have sex with Apollyon, not when he had dismissed her as if her explanation wouldn't matter!

Her heartbeat raced, and the throbbing pain in her heart felt like somebody stabbed her with a wooden stake. 

Her willpower weakened every time she saw Apollyon's eyes, drowning her with his intense gaze.

Shaking her head, Luna shut her eyes tight, getting a hold of herself.

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When Luna told her husband she loved him, Apollyon didn't respond.

It bothered her because Apollyon would usually reply that he loved her back whenever she uttered those three words.

He would never hold back in his affections.

'Why was he acting like this?' Luna bit her lip. 'Did he hate her now?'

He didn't even know that Ravin had only tied her up and didn't do anything aside from licking her to get rid of the angel dust.

If he thought she was cheating on her, why was he acting like he didn't care?

She squinted at him.

Apollyon just refused to listen to her version of the story.

He would be assuming false things, and Luna didn't like that.

She balled her hands into fists and exhaled, 'Did he even have the right to be angry at Apollyon like this when she was the one who cheated?

Luna's jaws clenched.

Glaring at him, she finally decided to speak her truth. "I will let you have me if you listen to me."

There was a long awkward pause before he tilted his head and smirked.

"Oh, Luna." Without removing his gaze from hers, Apollyon rubbed his erection in circles, which made Luna's mouth parted in a silent moan. "There would be no talking if I am doing this to you."

Shutting her eyes tight, Luna was so tempted to release a keening whimper, but she contented herself with a hiss.

She was as tight as a bowstring.

If Apollyon kept this up, she would come, and there would be no more discussion.

Apollyon would vanish as he had appeared like magical wisps of smoke.

Luna was determined to keep him here.

"How long would this pathetic story take?"

Caught by surprise, it took her half a minute to decipher Apollyon's words.  "Pathetic?"

She was busily arching her back against Apollyon when he abruptly lifted his lower body away from her quim.

Huffing in frustration, Luna missed the delicious contact right away.

It was as clear as day that her husband was teasing her by letting her feel the sneak peek of paradise for a few seconds.

  Gritting her teeth, she rasped. "Are you. calling my words pathetic, Apollyon?"

Keeping his intense eye contact, Apollyon whispered while grinding against her again. "Do not be angry, Luna." 

Luna momentarily forgot what they were talking about in the first place.

"I will listen if you still want to tell me." He said.

"Now, you sound so reasonable about it as if you will do anything just to fuck." Narrowing her eyes, Luna leaned forward because it felt like they weren't close enough.

"Don't you feel the same, as well?" Apollyon let out a naughty chuckle.  "I know you don't want to talk, Luna." 

Her cheeks flushed, feeling embarrassed at how her words didn't match her actions.

Luna found it hard to resist the sexual heat of her husband, who had known her—in the biblical sense—inside and out.

Apollyon had kept her at bay every time she caressed the front of his bulge before pulling his pants down.

  "If you want to fuck other males, I would let you be." He growled, but he did the same thing as her, doing the exact opposite. "I want you now." 

He wanted to fuck, but every time Luna showed him with her body that she wanted it too, he would lessen the contact. 

'Just do it. Take me.' Luna wanted to scream in frustration. 'Stop teasing me and giving me a taste if you can't really deliver.'

Apollyon kissed her, deep and punishing, along with razor-sharp nips and licks.

Raising his head, he asked, "Don't you miss me?"

She wanted some action, but she will have to wait. 

Not yet.

Luna slid her arms around him. "I think something is wrong with you, Apollyon."

"Nothing is amiss." Apollyon had started being violent when she said that.

He grasped her thighs and parted her legs with the determination only to possess and conquer.

Luna gasped in shock.

"I just find it useless that you want to narrate every dirty wicked thing you did with the Archdemon to your husband." Luna swallowed hard as he pushed his large thumb on the hood of her clit.

"Are you purposely trying to make me jealous when it's been so long for me?"

Apollyon placed his palm on top of her sensitive, hot mound as he rubbed it hard, increasing the pressure and friction.