Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Sex. The information I will gather for you had a different reward." Apollyon shrugged as if he didn't say that a bit louder.

She just had to take took another glimpse around the ballroom.

The jester's brightly coloured clothes and eccentric hat immediately caught her gaze as she stood in front of the musicians, busy playing as a conductor.

Her eyes widened when the stranger winked at her, and she abruptly averted her gaze.

He had overlooked the jester, but he had this strange aura surrounding him that she couldn't explain in the few seconds their eyes met. 

Luna thought the jester must be tired of singing comedic arias about the hypocrisy of the aristocrats present in the ballroom.

Still, no one batted an eyelash or reacted strongly to the insults.

It must be because the jester can actually sing well, or they don't care since this skinny, flamboyant man had no credibility in the Summer Courts. 

"I see my husband is a good negotiator."  Her sweaty palm had slipped through his husband's shoulders in surprise that she had to lift them and rest them at his nape. 

As she felt the musical vibrations of the instruments, the melodious notes flowed like spring water in her bloodstreams—so pleasant and soothing.

Her limbs were relaxed, making her almost sluggish as she danced with Apollyon.

Brushing her breasts against her husband's chest might be capricious, making her nipples ache and her heart beat faster. "It's not like you would win my first challenge, Apollyon." Tiptoeing to reach his height while she performed the dance steps without thought, Luna brought her lips closer to his ear.

"You can't resist me." She whispered. "—and now you are asking for another reward from collecting intelligence from the guests?"

"I'll try to resist you, beloved." Apollyon's lips moved closer to her mouth, daring her.

Luna withdrew immediately.

When she realized too late that it was her chance to allow him to kiss her first, the bastard pulled back, smirking. "The game is still on." Her jaws clenched as she curbed a regretful groan. She shouldn't have.! That was her chance to win the game!  "I told you. If you are the first to initiate a kiss, you will be my sex slave tonight."

  "No. You will be mine." Luna tugged her hand from his grasp so she could prick her forefinger with her fangs and pressed it against her lips.

"I will use your cock wisely, Apollyon." She murmured. "I'm not wearing underwear right now."

A gentleman dancing with a pale summer faerie wearing a white gown heard that despite the loud, classical music.

His eyes huge in their direction, and the lady she was with only gave them a side-eye glance. Gripping her hips tight as if he expected her to run from him, the Vampire King let her blood seeped on his tongue when his lips parted.

Her lips curved upward.

Luna didn't want to behave as an Empress right now, and Apollyon's eyes were hard as he licked at her finger. "Don't start with the dirty stuff while my mind is on the mission, Luna." The rings of her Prussian Blue eyes glowed."Save it for the bedroom."

Luna was getting a little bored now and decided to stir up trouble and take offence at her husband's statement. 

Exhaling a long, deep sigh, she let her face relax to get rid of her amusement. 

Then, she feigned hurt by lowering her head, her shoulders hunched over.

"You are the one who started it the sex slave, Apollyon."

"Calm down, wife." Apollyon lost his concentration and almost stepped on her skirts.

Fighting back a smile, Luna pinched her lips together, thinking how he almost stumbled from, alarmed."It's not like you are going to be my sex slave forever. It's just 'role-play." His tone was both upset. "We are just pretending, alright?" 

"Hmph. I think  you have a fetish about your harem in your Consortium." 

"Here we go again. I'm not asking you to pretend to be another nameless, faceless, Harem girl of mine." Apollyon placed a finger under his chin and raised her gaze to his.

"I just want you to be my you—my Harem Girl for the night." He pleaded gently. Luna was so tempted to look away because she almost tore from laughter when her husband thought she was crying. It was unfortunate that Apollyon still didn't realize that it was all a jest. "I missed the chance when you decided to be the Vampire Realm's High Priestess." Suddenly, he stopped dancing, and she was forced to halt, as well. 

They awkwardly stood there at the ballroom with the rest of the couples, breaking the rules of etiquette.

Wait a moment!

Luna gasped when she recalled something from the book Apollyon had given her a long time ago about the golden rules royals must follow.

From the start, Both of them already broke the rules of the Ball Room when they started talking while dancing—talking dirty at that!

She had the urge to slap her forehead. 

"Are you mad?" 

"No. I think I misunderstood—that you wanted me to act as one of of your Harem Girls."

Luna didn't suppress her giggles of laughter at that point.

She could hear Apollyon sighed with relief.

"You are my Harem girl, wife. The one and only." He settled his powerful hands in her hips, not caring the strange looks of the people around them.  "I would never ask for more than one."

"Are you sure?"

She was just glad that they weren't standing at the centre where too many couples gather. 

"Yes." His husband's pure laughter quenched her soul.  It was the most beautiful thing. "I have a 'Luna fetish'."

Damn!

The Vampire King really know what to say to keep her attention.

"Alright. The rules have changed." Luna's knees quivered from the promise of ecstasy after their mission. "If you kiss me first, I will not deny you with what you want. But I will make you my slave, Apollyon."