Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Your wish is my command."

Apollyon's hand encircled the back of her nape, and his possessive touch was a searing brand.

His lips parted were like soft silk as he pressed them into Luna's mouth.

As his fingers tightened around her neck, Luna let out a low moan.

Arousal kicked him hard in the gut.

It was easy for Luna to melt his heart.

Apollyon's heart yearned to be reunited with her, and his wish to enjoy a blissful marriage together had finally come true.

After losing his wife for a long time through challenging circumstances, Apollyon craved for their love to deepen. 

"The more I restrained myself and retained my seed, my desire for you doubled," Apollyon murmured huskily in her skin as he landed a kiss on the curve of her shoulder.  "You drive me insane with lust."

Apollyon inhaled her, and he couldn't get enough of the scent of mint and vanilla mixed with her sweat.  "You smell great that I can't help myself." 

His arms wrapped around her as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. "The moment you returned in this Realm, your irresistible scent drives me insane—every day and every night, I want to devour you." 

"You wanted to drink more blood?" Luna said huskily, and Apollyon could hear the delight in her words.

Perhaps, Luna had missed the excitement of someone—specifically, her husband--drinking her blood for nourishment.

They had been apart for a long time, after all.

He thought that Luna wouldn't drink his blood anymore, and she could survive without it since she had already turned into an Archdemon.

Apollyon was worried about that, but luckily, Luna had proven that she was a vampire through and through, and they would still share similar vampire traits.

'No." Apollyon let out a burst of sensual laughter. His fingers crawl down her spine down to the small of her back. "I will eat you out until you are soaking wet."

Luna lifted her hands to knead the muscles on his broad shoulders before he unbuttoned the hook of his tunic, revealing more expanse of his magnificent chest.

She didn't hesitate to rub her palms against his chest and abdomen.

Her dilated pupils were fixed on his body, loving the texture of the small hairs on his flesh in contact with hers. "You know how to seduce me with those words, husband."

"It's you who seduce me so without effort, wife," Apollyon replied with a seductive grin. "You can seduce by leaving yourself open to seduction." 

He swallowed hard as he peered at her rounded breasts beneath his lashes. 

Apollyon moved her long silver strands behind her back so he could feast her breasts to his heart's content.

"Like, right now." He bent his head down and gave each of her nipples equal attention by taking turns--lapping, sucking, and gently nipping at them with his teeth.

Luna gasped, moaning, as her frantic hands flew at the back of his head, massaging his scalp and running her fingers on his raven locks.

He pulled back and observed her chest.

"You just have to stand before me naked, your breasts on full display." Apollyon's saliva on his wife's dark and swollen areolas glistened in the moonlight. "I can come simply by the wondrous sight in my vision." 

Apollyon wanted Luna to surrender her control if she desired to indulge in his favorite fantasies.

When he ordered her to part her legs, Apollyon expected her to bow her head with total obedience.

In reality, Apollyon's wife didn't want to submit, and her head was as stubborn as a bull, so he had to throw his flights of fancy out of the proverbial window…for now. 

"You are the greatest seducer, husband." Luna's lips curved as she caressed his cheeks, "You're going overboard with the compliments."

Apollyon gave her another kiss that would sweep her off her feet, their tongues dancing over each other. "A million compliments wouldn't be enough to describe your beauty, my love."

He can't imagine his long, stiff cock could get any harder than this, reminding him that he hadn't come yet, and it made him release his hold on Luna.

"There is no deeper meaning than what is obvious." Luna's hand lifted to his neck as a show of ownership, clasping them around his throat, "I am beautiful, husband."

She shrugged. "Facts are facts."

"Cheeky girl." Apollyon let his hands drop to the sides, only to settle them at the back of Luna's thighs.

He kissed her again in silent tenderness.

Apollyon must have missed her so much, seeing how he couldn't get his hands off his wife that she had let him touch her without lame excuses. "You know how much I would love to play with your body, don't you?"

Luna need not be told.

She inched closer to him as her trembling, eager hands began to strip him of his tunic, dropping them to the ground.

Luna landed pressed moist kisses on his collarbone.

Heat coursed through him, almost drowning into this gut-wrenching need to fuck…to claim… to possess his wife. His.

Apollyon brushed his fingers playfully at her buttocks before he lifted her legs with his strong, lethal hands.

He backed her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his and her ankles locked behind his ass.

It would be easy to pound her in this position as he increased his speed and deepened his thrusts.

Luna would scream at the pain and the pleasure.

Apollyon would marvel at how good he was at making his wife feel satisfied.

He stared at Luna with hunger when he smelled her arousal. 

"My hands are busy holding you up, beloved," Apollyon murmured as Luna watched his naked upper body with parted lips.

Her fangs had elongated once again when her eyes zeroed on his neck.

"Why don't you tug at my trousers and release my cock again?" Apollyon told her, gritting his teeth.

He couldn't wait to be inside her.

"You have done it with expertise earlier." Moving one hand to reach her inner thighs with his fingers, he rubbed against her wet quim, "I'm ready to penetrate you."