Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Have you fucked anyone in Hell aside from me?"

Apollyon knew that it would take a lot of courage for Luna to say' yes,' but it would also take a lot of strength to say 'no.'

He had asked Luna about this twice, but he still expected the same answer.

No.

Apollyon couldn't help it, and if he could, he would like to hear it again and again for reassurance.

It was like an obsession of his.

Every time doubt settled in his brain like a tick he couldn't get rid of, Apollyon was compelled to ask his wife this question so that he could narrow his eyes on her face and see her strange reaction again, trying to sense the lie despite her claiming that it as the absolute truth. 

"No." Instead of her usual reaction, Luna's eyes didn't ricochet away from him and brushed him off.

This time it wasn't different.

She exhaled a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eye, which was new, "I didn't let anyone touch me besides, you, Apollyon."1

"Hmm." Apollyon hummed as he gently wrapped her fingers around her throat, still not removing her gaze, "Are you sure that nothing else happened while you were there?"

His lips curled to form a cruel smile.

Luna remained as still as  prey who caught sight of a predator in an open field, "You weren't compelled or worse—raped—by one of those Archdemons?"

"You are the only man I want and will ever need." Luna swallowed hard, smiling in a sensual grace.

It made Apollyon forget how almost close he was to lashing out if his wife answered 'yes.

He would probably set these mushroom buildings on fire.

She repeated, "You are the only man I allowed inside me."  1

Nevertheless, Apollyon paused for a bit, skirting the edges of Luna's consciousness to spy on her, but he couldn't come in.

He gritted his teeth in frustration when the dark impenetrable walls of her mind cropped up when it sensed him near.

Archdemon Magic was strong and potent.

All the Realms were lucky that it fell into his wife's hands.

Rest assured that Luna wouldn't use them in immoral acts.

Out of all the creatures, Apollyon had met, Luna had a strong conviction always to do the right thing.

She had a strong sense of justice and a moral compass, even if it would put her life in jeopardy.

When his mental link with Luna scanned for lies in the words Luna uttered, Apollyon's heart and mind fought, telling him different things.

His heart told him to trust Luna, while his mind just refused to ignore her body language and her micro-expressions.

His mind had perceived a ring of truth in the subtle nuances of her voice, but the rest of her actions didn't match.

It drove him crazy the more he thought about it.

Apollyon's face scrunched up between rage and confusion. "I trust you that what you're telling me is the truth."

  Nodding in agreement, Luna looked up at him. "I told you I am capable of protecting myself. You know how I am." 

Luna gave him a slow smirk as she straightened with his thighs between her legs.

She wrapped her arms around her husband, enfolding him in her embrace. "I will always find a way that I will be victorious in the end."

  "I felt this awkward tension around us whenever the Archdemons are mentioned—I can't feel our mental connection." Apollyon tilted his head back as he stretched his neck from side to side in irritation.

How many times had he told Luna about this on repeat?

"I only hear static from your end when you answer my queries regarding your time in Hell." Apollyon didn't want to admit this, but he was close to sounding like a broken record, "I thought you were hiding something from me." 

"That's just your imagination, husband." Luna rubbed his broad back to soothe his concern. "Your conclusions are faulty. "

Clearing her throat, Luna tried to make out the dip and ridges of his corded muscles while pressing her bare chests on his pectorals at the same time.

It was the most delightful of sensations.

"It will make you act upon false assumptions." 

"Don't think too much," Luna whispered and he relaxed. "Everything will be alright."

Baring his teeth, Apollyon clenched his fists when his brain snatched a memory in the darkest corners of his mind. 

He looked at her with growing suspicion. "I am on edge when I sensed the slightest change on your aura whenever I asked you about your Archdemon husbands." 

"If I tell you something as important as this, you should take me at my word." Luna pulled back to get a good look at his face.

"I want the both of us to talk about this openly about how we feel so that we would clear up misunderstandings," Apollyon said. "This will strengthen our relationship and manage our conflicts."

"You are right." Luna sighed in resignation as both of her hands rested at the small of his back. "Now that I am carrying a child, these feelings and experiences are new for the both of us, so it's normal to feel confused and unsure about what's going on." 

"Enough of that question. I don't want to hear them again." On her tip-toes, Luna pouted her lips a little to reach Apollyon's mouth. "Now, shut up and kiss me."

Eyes widening a little, Apollyon froze at the sudden shift in their conversation, and he unconsciously licked his lips before it kicked to a corner. 

When it came to Luna, he wasn't the type to stay mad for too long.

He was a simple man with simple desires.

Joy and relief rapidly squelched his anger whenever Apollyon felt the rising pleasure in his groin.

"How feisty." Why did Luna have to make his hunger for her less bearable when was this adorable? Apollyon's  hunger had quickly turned into a raw, violent craving when he was exposed to his wife's antics. "Your wish is my command." 

She told him a 'truth' thoStill, this statement could be interpreted as truth, so Luna wasn't lying in terms of the words alone.