Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Her husband had heeded her request to focus on the stars, never placing his hands on her body where it shouldn't belong.

Luna sighed with relief.

Apollyon didn't put up a fight and respected her wishes to keep his hands to himself.

Sometimes,he contented himself with subtle touches here and there but only to  guide Luna while they watched the stars.

  It wasn't like her breasts, hips, and buttocks were magnets for Apollyon's hands. But maybe the Vampire King was obsessed by a woman's femininity.

He had a Consortium for the longest time.

Was that the reason or did she drive him crazy with her pheromones every  time she was near him like he told her this afternoon?

He had the uncontrollable urge to hold her and bury her nose, inhaling her scent.

She recalled how he confessed that she was his drug, which made her cheeks flush with warmth.

As her tense shoulders begin to relax, the knots twisting in her stomach out of nervousness would finally cease.

Swallowing hard, Luna clenched and unclenched her fists.

She was adamant about rejecting her husband's advances tonight.

Any seducing attempts would be shot down without remorse. Her brows knitted in determination.

She can't let herself anticipate sexual relations regarding the burned aristocrats who died in the Great Hall.

Luna saw the act of enjoying marital pleasures as disrespect when they should be mourning these strangers' deaths.

As usual, Apollyon advised her to untangle her emotions from the rest of the Summer Faeries and detach so that they could move with their life, unaffected by other people' affairs.

Apollyon stated that Luna was an autonomous individual who can do whatever she wanted whether these dead people approved it or not.

Luna narrowed her eyes at him every time he gave those suggestions. 

Whether having sexual congress when they should be mourning was respectful or not, Luna should not let the dead Fae's feelings control the actions of the living. 

Apollyon might be close to a psychopath but Archdemons in Hell were just a different breed.

She just had this inkling that he was teaching her how to desensitize herself from all these blood-curdling tragedies she had witnessed because, in a way, her husband did love her.

He would tell her  weird things he thought that it would make her feel better but it even made her worse because his suggestions would only work on someone like him.

Oh well, if she had desensitized herself enough by being exposed to repeated mass slaughter from time to time wherever they went when she wasn't under threat since she was an Archdemon, then her response would become less and less intense.

Was that what her husband hoped for her to accomplish, like how she had acquired a taste for blood when she turned into a Vampire? 

She was just afraid that she would go with little to no emotional disturbance and nothing but apathy to the victim throughout the years as Apollyon's mate.

This will surely make Luna stop helping others even if she was capable of saving them with Archdemon Magic if she could.

Needless to say, Luna needed to learn how to balance what worked for her and what will not.

Her husband's advice was welcome, but she had a mind of her own. 

Apollyon asked her to sit on the chair and wait for a while while he rotated the huge telescope in a specific area of the sky, claiming that he had a surprise for her.

Her husband was occupied with turning the clamps and focusing knobs to fine-tune the adjustments he desired to whatever surprise he had in store. 

Seeing Apollyon using the telescope with ease and confidence and so much expertise made him an impressive husband in her eyes.

What can't the Vampire King do?

He was intelligent, and his masculine feature was pleasing to the eyes.

Apollyon might act like he was a God's gift to women all the time but he was, indeed, God's gift among men and women.

He knew how to charm the ladies to take their clothes off by just taking their clothes off.

It was strange magic that compelled other creatures without actually using magic itself.

Luna wouldn't admit how much she wanted to smooth his tumbled midnight raven hair kiss his brow.

When she unfastened his tunic and spread them open, she recalled the wide expanse of his bare chest, desiring to caress his superb abdominal muscles with her fingertips.

She liked it when she was deliciously pinned beneath him like a butterfly.

She would squirm and thrash  while he circled his hands on either side of her wrists and then, he would rub his groin against hers.

"Wife. Whatever you are thinking, you have to stop." Apollyon growled a warning, "That's not stargazing."

She flinched. 

Oh, great! 

She was caught.

Apollyon knew what she was fantasizing about.

She wanted to slap herself mentally.

It was her mind's fault for unwittingly making her wet with arousal.

Her imagination was running wild and she couldn't believe that her husband was on it the whole time.

She had rejected her husband earlier only to desire him after a couple of minutes had passed.

Luna was a fickle, pregnant Empress.

"I'm sorry." She sputtered, and when  he protested, scowling, "Get out of my mind."

"I like it there."

"It would probably be best if you do." She glared at his eyes bright with mischief. "It's my privacy—"

"To fantasize about me?" He stepped forward and stood in front of her while his bulge was lower than her eye-level but her gaze was drawn to it, "You are giving me an erection and I can't do anything about it."

Luna had to glance up, up at him to meet his Prussian Blue eyes.

"Good."

"It's not comfortable."

"If it's still there after one hour, I would suck them for you." Luna got up from her chair and changed the subject. "Let me see your surprise in the telescope."