Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Another celebration we had no idea of?" With a small smile plastered into her lips, Luna inclined her head and raised an eyebrow at Apollyon, disregarding the guests staring in their direction as she and Apollyon made their way inside the Grand Hall. 

She exhaled a breath, a bit nervous that her simple, sheer gown would look out of place in this party.

Luna was afraid her simple presence would embarrass Apollyon's dignity as a King.

She came from a unique background no one else had, and she wasn't good at keeping up appearances.

Luna fell short from the sea of elaborate ball gowns of bright colours, exotic pieces of jewellery, and avian headdresses the Summer Fae wore from the glimpse of it.

Luna didn't even want to begin at their postures and the way they carry themselves because their elegant poise and perfection screamed 'aristocrats' while she, on the other hand—

Luna had to stop herself.

Sometimes, her mind got too caught up in the moment, especially when surrounded by strangers, worrying about irrelevant things. 

Did her silver hair look shiny and straight? Was her appearance in this celebration fit her image as a ruling nobility from another Realm?

Did she walk a true Monarch gracefully would, or would they gossip about how pretentious she was as they hide their condescending smirks on their plumed ostrich fans?

Her husband was right that she should rethink her priorities from time to time.

One of her arms snaked around Apollyon's as her fingers lightly held his wrist in a possessive manner—just in case, the other ladies might think that the Vampire King was a bachelor like what Spring Princess… Luna almost forgot the name.

Ah. Yes, that was Princess Alisabethe who thought Luna's husband still in the market.

Sometimes, a married lady just had to mark her territory with her tongue.

But that would be later if  Apollyon won from their bet.

His skin was hot and smooth to touch, and she loved how it felt.

For now, Luna would be satisfied with clinging unto her husband for the duration of the party while the other hand fiddled with the outer layer of her skirts. This kind of event made her remember that she was the Vampire Realm's Empress.

It made her self-conscious about not reaching the standards

It was bad for Luna to be all worked up for no reason and stop it.

She was tempted to click her tongue and frown at her behaviour, turning hypersensitive when she was too vigilant.

These thoughts pestered her as flies would on a basket of rotten fruits, and she had to 'shoo' them away.

In the few seconds she figured out the cure for her anxiety, Luna's lips curved upward as she glanced up at Apollyon's face.

She swallowed hard as her mouth turned moist from the increasing saliva.

Her husband had the ability to make her mouth water in just a single smile and the dazzling blue of his eyes.

Her cheeks must have been so pink in front of everyone.

"You know how all these Faeries work." Apollyon nudged her gently with his shoulder as they walked side to side. "They love their parties very much." 

  Everything around them began to fall apart magically.

In Luna's mind, only she and Apollyon existed.

The strangers in this party were brief.

The goddess knew if anyone in this Hall would ever meet again in their future.

Luna bet they wouldn't give a damn about them after they saw her once or twice, but Apollyon--

He kept her rooted in her current reality.

Every time she was with him, the winds of doubt could not sway who she was in his life.

His mate.

Who cared about what anyone's thoughts aside from herself?

The only opinion she should care about was the Vampire King because he was the only important thing to him.

He told her many times that she should feel more confident in her own skin.

He chose her to be his wife, after all.

"I thought the Summer Faes don't prepare celebrations everyday at their Castle like how the Spring Courts did."

"This looked like an official yet private celebration to me." Apollyon observed as his gaze swept across the venue. "Normal Summer Faes are practically non-existent in this Hall."

"Yes. I noticed."

"It made me wonder who we are waiting for."

"Doesn't matter who  we are waiting for when the Faes have all these sweet pastries displayed on the banquet and I can't even eat it." Luna sighed as she playfully squeezed his wrist. "I miss eating fruitcakes, Apollyon. The best thing I could do is just stare at them during  the Tea Party and commit each and every one of them in my memory. Before some Fae started slicing and shoving them in their mouths."

They continued walking through the crowd. 

"Beloved. Feast your eyes on the fairy cakes in this gathering and store them in your memory. Because all those cute things you have in your mind would vanish once I got you beneath me while I sink both my cock and my fangs unto your flesh."

Warmth flooded her core.

"Apollyon!" Gritting her teeth, she whispered,  "Quiet down."

"I will make you moan for me."

"Shhh!"

Apollyon bent his neck closer to her ear, and she pulled back to glare at him.

  "I will fuck you to oblivion—" A slow, cheeky smile. "--Your Highness." 

That made her speechless for a few seconds. "Stop it, Apollyon."

Luna pinched the back of his hand, and he didn't react.

"Don't make me search for a corner so that I could feast on your lips right now." She muttered. 

Apollyon turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow, "How easy you have forgotten, Empress. You aren't supposed to kiss me until sunset or there would be no sexual relations tonight."

Her mouth opened in shock.

Did he throw her challenge back to her face,  appearing so smug about Luna falling unwittingly in her own trap she had originally set for her husband?