Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Do you know how easy it was to tear you apart with these claws?"  There was a burst of tinkling laughter which sounded almost cruel in her voice. It was eerily close to Lilith, or perhaps, Apollyon had imagined it. "Don't mess with an ancient, darling." 

Strawberry and vanilla scent pervaded his senses.

The hairs on Apollyon's nape rose, his nerves tingling as the cock in his trousers stirred.

Apollyon need not be primed for sex because he was ready to go.

Was Apollyon this thirsty and deprived of sexual contact because his wife had refused his advances ever since she returned from Hell?

He had no idea why his wife had initiated this bold overture.

Was she jealous of Princess Alisabethe that she staked her claims on him in public?

Well, his wife had nothing to worry about.

He was as loyal to the blood bond as a werewolf alpha.

"Easy there, wife." Apollyon noticed that his voice had turned languid and sensual as he uttered a gruff whisper in her ear. "Princess Alisabethe isn't a threat. Let's ignore her, and she will get bored and will leave us be."

Hurt was evident in Princess Alisabethe's gasp.

His large hands had wandered from his wife's hips to the globes of her ass.

He wasn't holding his wife back from attacking the princess.

No, that wasn't the purpose.

Apollyon didn't hesitate to molest his wife in a spring celebration.

Luna's face rested on Apollyon's shoulder, and she pulled back, searching his eyes in suspicion.

As he met her gaze head-on, Apollyon shifted them on her scarlet lips and lingered there. 

"We might be thankful for the hospitality of the Spring Courts, but that didn't mean she can bother us." Luna snapped at Apollyon, and her fangs elongated in her ire. "You don't know how much power I'm holding back because I don't want to create a scene."

His wife's attention abruptly shifted to Alisabethe.

"You there, little princess." Luna glowered at Alisabethe as she pushed him to the side, but Apollyon was as unmoveable as a boulder, "I'm going to ask you straight to the point."

"Do you want my husband for yourself?" Apollyon saw his wife flashed a cold smile, her sharp claws ready to swipe at the spring princess at any given moment,  "Are you interested in him just because you were paired by your mother when you knew he already had a wife?"

"Nobody can handle the Vampire King better than me, princess." Her pupils dilated in a split second, turning her emerald green eyes to black, "Continue dreaming because he will never be yours!"

"He led me on, Empress!" As she clutched Apollyon's tunic at his lower back, Princess Alisabethe had blurted out, "I want to tell you that the Vampire King, your husband, had led me on!"

"Shut up!" Scowling, Apollyon immediately figured out the spring princess' intentions.

Princess Alisabethe was there to reveal his past actions to make Lilith jealous!

"Your assumptions of my past conduct are wrong." Apollyon's jaws clenched as he clasped her wrists on his tunic.

Shaking his head, he couldn't accept this insolence.

It was only his Empress who was allowed to touch him.

Princess Alisabethe yelped when the bones on her wrists cracked from the pressure of Apollyon's fingers.

"You have read my kindness as flirtations." He wasn't worried because their royal witch doctors could fix it. Apollyon didn't know if they could fix the lady's pride after this humiliation, and nothing could change that. "I'm not interested in you because I had a wife."

"Why did you act like you are interested in me, then?" Apollyon's muscles stiffened when the Spring Princess cried; her piercing accusations rang into every guest's ears.  "I loved you like a fool!" 

"Husband!" Luna shrieked, and from the way her claws were positioned in front of his face, it felt like his wife planned to tear him to shreds.

Apollyon had wrapped his hands around his pregnant wife's waist, physically removing her from this explosive scene.

"What is this bitch talking about?" 

"You made me look stupid! When I knew that you already had a wife, I tried to be as courteous as possible, offering my assistance in the Faerie Realm, in case you needed it along with my older brother Prince Aspen." Princess Alisabethe followed behind them as she screamed, "I left you alone once your wife had awakened from her slumber. I minded my own business during the Spring Celebrations, but you always call me to join you and your wife at your tables—flirting with me and asking me questions about the Fair Folk while ignoring your own wife. Every one of these guests knew that you were smitten with me, and it's only a matter of time before you leave your wife and be with me."

"Oh, God's Blood!" Apollyon muttered to himself. "This is a mess."

He forgot that he had his wife with him and heard that.

"Is it true?" Luna demanded with gritted teeth as she punched him in the chest, "You led her on, Apollyon?"

"Let me explain but not here." He murmured as he placed one arm around her shoulder, dragging her to a secluded area away from the other Spring Faeries.

"You can't escape from this." Luna spat at him in contempt, and her green eyes watered in his perceived betrayal, "You can't possibly tell me that you will explain and talk about this later twice." 

The bright and full colors of the midday had morphed into soft hues of flame and heather as if the universe had decided to pour red, gold, and purple into the dark blue sky.

It would have been a romantic setting for reunited couples like them. 

Because of Princess Alisabethe's ruckus, Apollyon had overpassed the sun descending for the horizon.

Their first outdoor rendezvous was a failure, and now he was left to deal with an angry wife.

He would need all the luck in the world.