Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Luna closed her eyes and murmured in a rasp. "Trust me when I tell you that being an Archdemon isn't good, husband."

Apollyon's fingers glided along Luna's skin in a slow caress, giving her face three good licks as the tip of his tongue lingered on the cuts before it completely sealed shut.

He rolled the taste of her blood in his tongue as if he was drinking wine, savoring it. "It's just a wish, wife." He raised his head to meet those emerald eyes of hers as she blinked lazily with desire, "It didn't mean I'll move heaven and hell to make it come true.

"Why do every time I see you, you became more desirable in my eyes that I couldn't help myself?" Luna swayed in her feet as her legs threatened to give out from Apollyon's confession.

He stepped closer towards her, and Luna stepped backward until her buttocks bumped the table.

Apollyon's quick reflexes saved his precious flowers from falling to the ground.

He caught it with a single hand and pushed it back to the table surface.

Apollyon sighed with relief when the bouquet of hydrangeas and gluxianas he brought in today didn't suffer the same fate as the ones adorning this room.

"You can't be up and about, always moving all the time." Frown lines marred her forehead at the reprimand.

Apollyon still held on to his temper by a thin thread when she realized that she was still standing on glass shards barefoot.

He gripped her hips with both hands and lifted her, depositing Luna in his broad shoulders.

She gasped when he carried her like a sack of potatoes, but she didn't protest.

Apollyon stalked towards the bed and dropped her there with the sleeping black cat he had tasked to watch over Luna.

The black cat didn't give flying fucks that his ward was hurting. 

"You need to take some time off for your own good and our baby." He stared at the animal icily before shifting his gaze to his wife's wide, curious eyes. "I will deal with the mess."

Apollyon stood at the center of the room, shut his eyes, faced his palms on the floor, and slowly raised them upwards, leveling them to his chest.

The glittering silver fragments glinted when the sunlight hit them.

In an instant, Apollyon pressed his hands together in a loud clap, and it clumped into a glass orb—a crystal ball—with thin swirls of blood-forming on the inside.

It was a cool trick that produced a beautiful creation, trapping Luna's genetic code for as long as it took.

  Her wife green eyes twinkled with excitement, impressed, and that was enough for Apollyon. 

  A wife's happiness and safety were a husband's responsibility.

"Why did you leave me earlier, husband? "Allowing the glass orb to float in the air for a few seconds, Apollyon raised a finger and pointed the table, directing the globe to settle inside the bouquet. "Where did you go?" Luna crawled on all fours as if she wanted to get out of bed to get the bouquet from the table. "I was angry--" 

"Is that why you are throwing the glass vases with the flowers I picked for you every day?" Apollyon folded his arms and gave her a glacial stare. "Because you couldn't see me when you woke up?" 

Apollyon wanted her to stay on the bed, and she understood.

She halted in her tracks, dangled her legs in a sitting position, and faced him shyly. "I miss you." 

  Apollyon's lips curved in amusement.

He carefully picked the bouquet from the table and handed them over to his wife. "The witch doctor told me you would be waking up today, so I went down the mountain to fetch some fresh blue poppies to give you."

"Is that why you are carrying all those flowers?"

As she inhaled its delicate scent, Luna smiled at him, "They are beautiful, Apollyon."

Apollyon lifted her chin with a finger. "As beautiful as you, wife."

Luna blushed, and she glanced down at her feet. "Thank you." 

"You distract me when you blush." Giving her a mischievous grin, Apollyon pulled the bouquet from her grasp to place it back to the table, but she clung unto it like a lifeline.

"What do I do?" Luna's striking green eyes with golden streaks were wide with concern, cradling the blue poppies like it was her own child. "Where do I put your gifts if I destroyed all the glass vases?"

"Later," Apollyon said, grabbing at the bouquet a little stronger.

Luna released her hold with a soft exhale.

"We will think about them later." Apollyon placed the flowers gently back to the table and started taking off his jacket, throwing it aside. "I should tend your wounds first."

Luna's eyes devoured him as she bit her lip, staring at his nipples. 

"You're not healing quickly as you should be."

She swallowed hard and brought her gaze to his lips then to his eyes.

"I want to lick you all over."

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"I want to lick you all over."

Speechless, Luna stiffened as she met Apollyon's eyes, recalling the time Ravin licked the Archangel's Dust off her skin.

What if Apollyon sensed that the Archdemon of Gluttony did this to her before?

Heartbeat racing, Luna drew out her power to cloak her thoughts so that Apollyon wouldn't have access to that memory.

Apollyon stepped closer to her, settling between her legs as he stood. "You're hiding something from me again.

"Your thoughts—" Apollyon's blue eyes were hard as steel, yet his voice was polite. "I wasn't probing your mind at all, but the way you abruptly blocked me made it even more suspicious."

Guilt ate her from the inside out. "I—"

Apollyon deserved to know the truth.

Luna couldn't live peacefully when her secrets keep piling up.

Her jaws clenched as she prepared herself.

It's time.

Clearing her throat, Luna said quietly. "I have something to tell you, husband."

  "Shh." Apollyon didn't want to hear her excuses.

Putting his hands on her shoulders, Apollyon pushed her down the bed and pinned her with his body.

"Let's just accept the way things are now and give yourself some time to relax."  As he nuzzled her neck, Apollyon growled low, "Wife."