Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon pulled Luna, forcing her to turn around and face her again.

He remembered all the memories and the time they had spent together before her soul was abducted to Hell---how she tried her best to get rid of the Blood Beast's curse. 

She gasped when Apollyon pushed her to the wall, gripped the curve where her neck flowed into her shoulder and sank his fangs into her bare skin.

He had curbed these primal instincts for so long, only treating Luna with gentle care, but now this wild beast had clawed out of his being in victory, like how a warrior deciding to claim a village maiden as a spoil of war.

Luna didn't resist, nor did she fight back when Apollyon pinned her body and pressed one muscled leg of his at the juncture of her thighs.

Apollyon drank his wife's blood in gulps, and he felt like he was catapulted to the heavens the first time it touched its tongue.

The rich flavour and aroma made his body react, loving the taste of her with every swallow.

It didn't take long for his cock to awaken from its slumber twice.

Flames licked his senses until he broke out in a sweat.

Apollyon was surprised when Luna raised a hand, reaching at the nape of her neck, untying the ribbon of her halter top.

Her generous breasts spilt out of her bodice, and his mouth watered.

Luna's dark areolas beaded under Apollyon's scrutiny, and it protruded even more, when a cold spring breeze passed, making her shiver in delight.

Apollyon swallowed hard, fascinated by how it jiggled like delicious milk pudding from the slightest movement.

From this drastic change in his wife's behaviour, Apollyon was worried that it was Lilith since this had happened before.

The Archdemon of Envy was obsessed with sleeping with him and offering her blood when she occupied Luna's body.

Apollyon was satisfied with her answers, affirming that Luna was in front of him and not Lilith.

It wouldn't be hard to differentiate them if Apollyon let logic took over his heart.

"Fuck me good, husband," Luna whispered in his ear, and those naughty words made him more savage—almost drove him insane.

Both of his hands lowered to her hips, tearing the fabric of her long, flowing skirts to get access to her quim, playing with its soft, sensitive petals.

He stretched her and filled her with his digits bit by bit—a slow and pleasurable push and pull—which made her release a long, breathy moan. 

Apollyon continued to drink for another minute, releasing his saliva in Luna's skin. 

She moaned at the unexpected aphrodisiac, pushing her over the edge while his powerful fingers moved in and out of her.

He increased the speed and the angle of where it hit, switching between her inner walls and her little wet pearl.

Luna gritted her teeth when she was close, and her form bucked forward like a bow strung tight.

She let out a husky scream, and her body jerked in her climax.

Her limp body almost slid across the wall.

It was only Apollyon's leg between hers that kept her upright.

With his fingers soaking wet inside her, Apollyon abruptly pulled his fingers out and growled. "You are dangerous, wife, but I love this bold side of you, but the words you say  are…"

Hmm, delicious.

Luna tasted like honey. 

"What?" Breathing hard, Luna rasped with her eyes closed, "You don't like it?" 

"Never mind." Apollyon shook his head as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking her juices clean. "I'm just shocked by your---"

"—shamelessness?"

  "Of course, I want you, shameless, wife." Apollyon glanced down as he watched the vampire bite heal. "It's sad that it only comes out once in a blue moon."

"I know you weren't supposed to be like this before you went to Hell." As he locked his hands with Luna, he dragged her hands over her head to get a good view of her breasts.  "I am just confused about your behaviour."

When a woman is pregnant, her biological make-up changed a lot, causing lots of emotional ups and downs. Apollyon and Luna were in one of those days.

  "I thought you wanted me earlier." He smirked as he withdrew to look at her face, retracting his fangs. "How easy you have dismissed me as if I wasn't your husband."

Tilting his head to the side, he watched Luna's parted lips, still struggling to breathe.

  He rubbed his erection against her quim, and she cried out.

"My dick is still hard, and you already lost your libido?"

"Every time I expressed my needs, you accused me of being Lilith," Luna said firmly with her eyes still closed. "I don't want to be compared to that hag, Apollyon."

Apollyon was mesmerized at how his wife's closed lids looked like crescents from up close, and the silver lashes adorned them were so ethereal.

She looked like she wasn't from this world anymore. 

Luna will never look normal to him, and he liked it.

"There wasn't a time where Lilith hadn't taken measures to seduce me, desperate to ride my cock." 

Luna's eyes opened, and dilated pupils replaced her dark green eyes with glowing emerald specks scattered inside the rings. "Are you calling me desperate?" 

Apollyon's breath caught at how magnificent Luna's eyes were that he didn't notice that his wife had glowered at him in ire. 

"I'm just cautious for you, my beloved." Apollyon gave his wife a languid smile before he bent down and trailed loving kisses on her jaw. "I don't want to cheat with another woman. I expect you to do the same also."

"I noticed you act so defensive when I asked you about your other Archdemon husbands, but I just let it slide." Apollyon murmured, inhaling the exquisite scent of her bare skin and added, "It happened one too many times, and I'm starting to panic."

Luna's spine went as stiff as a board, and he wasn't surprised anymore.

"Now, tell me the truth, Luna." He withdrew back to meet those Archdemon eyes. "Have you fucked anyone in Hell aside from me?"