Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon and Luna strolled leisurely to the edge of the wooden docks.

Luna allowed her husband to guide her—no, he had almost dragged her there from her turtle pace.

Honestly, she needed a little tugging since her legs were still weak, trembling from her husband's intense thrusts that she swore his massive prick had torn something important down there.

Luna winced with every step--limping--as if someone had beaten her up at the alley.

Now, the faeries they have encountered--especially the women with blue and green ribbons in their hair--ogled her and Apollyon with their large and dark almond eyes.

They paused at whatever they were doing to stare at her husband's corded muscles.

Luna glared at them and let out a sharp hiss.

Turning their heads in unison, all of them averted their insolent gazes from the Vampire King in fear of the Vampire Empress.

Apollyon had fucked her good, as promised.

He did a great job filling the throbbing ache in her core that she couldn't walk properly.

Still, she could feel his seed dripping in her inner thighs.

Nevertheless, Luna couldn't stop the foolish grin on her face because she had a taste of her husband's blood.

Still full from yesterday's feeding, Luna didn't drink a lot, simply nipping at his flesh to infuse her saliva on Apollyon's veins.

Apollyon wasn't joking when he told her that her wish is his command.

She wouldn't be shocked if her husband had almost entered her stomach and hurt their baby (but that would be an exaggeration).

Luna's mind suddenly flashed her an image of Luxen fucking her instead of her husband, and her giddiness shifted to nausea in a split second.

She sighed, grimacing.

She regretted her decision to be intimate with Apollyon tonight.

Her mind was a dangerous master.

Apollyon kept giving her a sideways glance and Luna could tell that he wanted to hear what she had to say.

While the faeries continued to dance in the sky in their flowing pink gowns, Apollyon halted at the edge of the docks and Luna did the same, listening to the song of the river currents.

It was blue.

"Apollyon," Luna whispered to her husband, who was beside her as he moved to stand behind her back.

Luna could feel his naked upper body as he wrapped an arm around her, his left hand resting on her stomach.

Eyes focused on the horizon, she said, "There are some things I don't understand about us."

Apollyon didn't say anything at first but after half a minute, he rested his chin on the spot between her neck and shoulders as he enveloped her in an embrace. "Things are exactly as they seem. Love didn't have to be logical." 

Her husband had told her to communicate, so Luna might as well get her concerns out there. "Sometimes, I wonder if we don't have other things in common aside from our blood bond and this mutual desire for each other's body."

Tension filled the air as Apollyon took his sweet time to respond, but he didn't sound angry when he did.

Luna raised an eyebrow in surprise because she had expected, well, frustration?

He sounded calm, instead, gentle. "Are you saying that we aren't compatible?"

Her stiff muscles relaxed as she answered, "No." 

Apollyon lifted his hand from her stomach and settled it on her chest as if he desired to feel her heartbeat. "Do you think I am coercing you to make this relationship work?"

"No." Luna shook her head and exhaled, "I'm looking for—"

"You will only find what you are looking for when you lose it," Apollyon said cryptically and her eyebrows knitted in confusion. What did he mean by that?

"We need to find our common ground." Luna said. "I don't want our differences to destroy us."

"The differences you see could be perception, but you know what they say that opposites attract. Why?" Apollyon tugged her into the curve of his form as if she was his treasure that should be protected at all cost. "Are you going to look for someone else if we don't match despite our blood bond?"

When Luna turned to look at him, Apollyon had already glanced down at her, his blue eyes glowing, "Perhaps, some other fishes in the sea such as one of your Archdemon husbands?"

"Why do you insert those Archdemons in our conversation?" Luna closed her eyes so that she could avoid his stare which said a thousand of unsaid things, "I hate them Apollyon."

Luna shook her head when she felt Luxen flickering in her mind again. "I don't want to talk about them. I want to talk about us."

She opened her eyes and added with a frown, "--and may I remind you, I only have Ravin's soul tie with me while I already cut the cords with Luxen. I just had to find a way to get rid of it of the Blood Beast for good."

"We will find a way, wife, and we wouldn't give up on that mission," Apollyon said with conviction. "There was no need to hurry unless you are in imminent danger."

"I shall not pressure you and dump more burdens on your shoulders." Stroking her silver hair with his fingers, Apollyon said, "I told you we are a team, did I?" 

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach,

Luna felt like she was weightless with joy, floating like those faeries above them.

She craned her neck towards him and smiled, "Thank you, husband."

"I care about you a lot, beloved. You are important to me, and sometimes, you might think otherwise. " He cleared his throat awkwardly, and Luna leaned deeper into him, thinking about how adorable he sounded with his open confession. "I love you very much."

She smiled.

Apollyon was anything but shy.

"It is my responsibility as your husband to make sure you eat well and rest more for the sake of your health. I want our baby to be born without complications and that you wouldn't get hurt. When our heiress grows in your tummy, I will assist you in everything."