Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"You have to stop this." Apollyon felt the familiar pain in his balls every time his wife attempted seduction—whether it was innocent or a planned one.

All the blood from his body rushing towards Apollyon's cock gave him a massive erection. 

The experience became more frequent and ever since her wife's return.

She didn't realize how easy it was for her to stimulate him.

By merely catching just the whiff of her scent, he can make himself aroused for a prolonged period of time without relief.

Circling his hand on her delicate wrist, he raised her arm upward, far away from his groin. "I thought that you wanted me to investigate Princess Ourania."

"I apologize, Vampire King." Luna's eyes squinted as she displayed a wide grin, her eyes lit with an inner glow of mischief.  "I just can't help myself but touch it when it moved."

He clenched his jaw, "Now, you are playing innocent."

  She might be a virgin at first, but his wife wasn't that innocent in his eyes.

Apollyon knew that she was a goddess capable of dominating him in the bedroom despite the lack of experience compared to his Harem girls at the Consortium.

Luna wasn't the best when it came to sexual techniques and positions, but who cared?

She tasted, smelled, and felt so good.

Luna was his mate, and he enjoyed every second that he was with her.

That was the only thing that mattered. 

She made it up with her enthusiasm to please her husband, and that was enough for him.

If Luna kept teasing him and stroking his cock with her fingers, he would come right then and there in front of his peers like an uncouth young man in his puberty.

Sadly, there was no release in sight yet. 

He was so close to orgasm if she continued this heavy petting, getting him all hot and bothered.

He knew she would stop as soon as she realized she was going overboard, never finishing the job.

Apollyon must endure.

"What's wrong, Apollyon? Don't want to talk?" Giving her a coy glance, Luna guided his large hand to her breast, and he pulled his hand away before it could even land on those soft, bouncy flesh. "Want to have sexual congress with me?"

He grounded his teeth.

This must be her revenge for his random touches earlier.

He must have affected her in some way, but that wasn't enough to make her lose.

The heavy ache gave him immense discomfort that he couldn't perform the dance steps properly. His limbs were all tensed up.

Of course, Apollyon knew that the only cure was either to fuck his wife.

But that might make him lose the game.

The other choice was to excuse himself from the celebration and find a secret place to masturbate in the early afternoon—in broad daylight--but that would mean that he had to leave Luna behind.

That was out of the question.

The more Apollyon became more aroused, the more he would suffer from the wrath of his blue balls. 

He needed to get rid of this, so he imagined naked old women dancing around them in the ballroom.

Miraculously, it alleviated some of the mild pain.

His mind had cleared enough to continue their conversation as if nothing happened.

Clearing his throat, he began, "Luna. I don't want  you to smile and be as grumpy as possible when talking to the men, do you understand?" 

This was a great concern of his ever since her wife proposed that idea, so he might also get the idea out there.

She tilted her head and smirked, "Husband. How can I gather information with that?"

Her tone was closer to a breathy moan which reminded him of the hot, steamy nights Apollyon spent with her as she murmured, "The moment they see me scowl, the gentlemen would run away and they wouldn't dance with me."

Did she desire their attention?

It made his eyes narrow at her even more. "Then why don't you sit down on a chair and rest while I seek for the information you need among these women?"

"What?" Chuckling, Luna dropped her hand from his shoulder and moved them down his leg, caressing them. It was a miracle that his wife wasn't mad at his suggestion but found them amusing instead. "You want me to be alone, sitting in the corner, watching you dance with the ladies?"

"You might get tired carrying the baby in your stomach while you dance and twirl your skirts around for the gentlemen." He replied as he rubbed his jaw against her temple.

Of course, it made sense.

He wasn't the jealous type at all when it came to His Consortium, allowing the guests to use whichever women they liked, but when it came to his mate, he was very possessive of her.

"Apollyon. If you are afraid of me dancing and flirting with the gentlemen in the Summer Courts, there is no need to worry. No one will dare flirt or steal a woman who already have a baby bump." Luna reassured him as her good-natured smile remained. "Do you understand?"

"No."

She belonged to him, and Luna understood that perfectly. But she didn't want her to have any contact with the gentlemen. The scar in his heart regarding the male Archdemon who raped her was still fresh.

Apollyon wouldn't like that to happen again.

Well, his wife was a powerful Archdemon, so it wasn't like someone could steal her under his nose, but what was wrong with being worried about his wife's safety in the company of strangers even if they were just in the same room?

She snorted. "If you still aren't married, would you flirt with a pregnant lady?"

Biting his lip, Apollyon paused for a few seconds to think about his response. "I could banter if she was someone I am interested. But that would be the most I can do."

"See?"

"Alright." Closing his eyes, Apollyon exhaled a heavy sigh."Your wish is my command."

When Apollyon opened his eyes, he openly stared at her green ones. "How many times tonight?"

"Pardon?"

"Sex." He shrugged. "The information I will gather for you had a different reward."