Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon placed one knee, then two on the stripped bed and crawled towards her with a dangerous glint in the vivid blue of his gaze. "You shouldn't have told them to go to their rooms if you wanted them here."

He had no idea what Luna was looking for as she stared back at him, searching his countenance with eyes that had a hundred things to say, but she never spoke about it.

She didn't dare avert her gaze, and he was relieved to see it.

If she couldn't look at him in the eye, Apollyon would accept that as guilt or shame around his accusations.  "I would gladly stay in another room while you fuck those two at the same time."

He never really meant it because his mind was totally the opposite, but he just wanted to test the waters and see his wife's reactions. 

Luna's response was a nervous laugh as she lightly punched her in the chest.

"What is wrong with you, husband?" Her voice was small as she constantly shifted and pushed her back against the headboard and merged with it. 

"Don't just ignore me and give too much attention to other men," Apollyon said bluntly, and she expected her utter compliance. "Do you understand me?"

She blinked for a few seconds as she let that sink into her mind. 

The moment she raised an eyebrow was when he figured out that she finally understood.

Taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh.

When Luna opened them again, she began, "Husband, let us get one thing clear as well. I have to put this out there."

The concern on her countenance felt like she wanted to change the subject to assuage his distrust.

"Be honest and tell me." She made it sound like he was harder to manage in the presence of her Archdemon Familiars.

Luna raised a hand to cup his cheek, and he leaned unto her touch. 

He couldn't help but place his hand over it and feel the lovely warmth emanating from her skin. "Have I given you any indication that I want Ravin and Sloth, Apollyon?"

"No," Apollyon replied with his jaws clenched.

His other large hand clutched the bodice of her light pink dress and yanked her closer to him, hating the distance between them while they discussed her Archdemon Familiars, "Why are they acting like they were familiar with you then? You sounded close to each other." He complained in a husky growl, "That Archdemon of Sloth. You never even told me about that bastard. He called you Lune. He even gave you a nickname as if the two of you have a relationship."

Apollyon wanted to know the truth behind the stranger's behavior so badly since Luna had never talked about him—not even once. And that Archdemon husband of hers…

"Don't even start with that bastard calling you Amare."

"Amare." She rolled that word in her tongue, and he frowned. "I don't know why he calls me that, but I don't give it much importance," Luna explained further. "You and I don't even know what it meant."

In his sensitive ears, the lilt in her voice sounded like it was an excuse.

It made his irritation flare into anger which can turn into a massive scale if left unchecked.

Yet, his cock suggested releasing all that intensity by pounding into her and making her come.

"I don't like the tone of familiarity he used. It sounded too intimate in my ears."

"It's just your imagination, husband." She sighed for the hundredth time ever since she summoned those Archdemon Familiars.

Why did his reptilian brain process that as denial?

"I am not neurotic to be friends with the same creatures who made my life Hell." 

Apollyon shook his head in frustration.

Yet, the hand on her chest already moved to caress her bare arm.

"Tell me what really happened in Hell." He whispered, playing with the thin strap of her light pink dress, moving it from side to side.

A rush of hot desire coursed through his veins as he swallowed hard when he examined the delicate wings of her collarbones.

His wife's curves of her neck, shoulders and waist never failed to fascinate him. "I just don't understand your dynamic from the short observation I have."

"Apollyon--"

"Explain to me so that I could sleep better tonight." He spoke, not caring if that sound pathetic for a Vampire King being all jealous.

"Nevermind." He couldn't help it. "I don't think we can sleep with what I'm planning to do tonight."

Well, she must have been wondering why he had taken off the bedsheets.

It was because Apollyon was planning to have bouts of lovemaking with his wife all night.

But only if she allowed him to.

He will not force her, but he will try his best to get her in the mood.

The temperature in the room turned heated as the sexual tension between them also rose.

Apollyon made his intentions known as he flicked a glance at her parted lips.

Her breathing became faster, and it made him want to gloat, knowing it was him who made her feel this way tonight.

Apollyon fought the urge to smile.

It wouldn't be so difficult to get what he desired. 

"Husband." Luna said, "I almost lost our baby early this morning if it wasn't for Caelano healing my physical vessel to help Lilith." 

As a future parent, Luna should be a gentle and fierce protector of her child's innocence, youthful awe and sense of wonder after her birth.

Before she had the privilege to do all those things, she needed to make sure that her baby would still be alive at that point. 

Not all mothers deserved a child, and Princess Ourania was an example of that.

"Alright. Give me one last kiss, and then we are just going to cuddle and talk." Apollyon thought his request was rational. "That's all we do recently, but I will be considerate and respect my wife's body as she wished. "So much had happened today, and you deserve to rest."