Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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In an instant, Apollyon's limbs felt heavy for no reason.

He felt like someone had struck an ax behind his head and cracked his skull into two.

His muscles weakened, his heartbeat slowed, and time seemed to stop.

The left side of his cranium throbbed than the right side, and the waves the pain made him stagger forward into his wife's arms.

Luna let out a gasp as she tried to shake him awake.

God's blood!

Apollyon lost his consciousness for a second there. 

"Husband," Luna whispered urgently, and her voice broke as if she was about to tear up. "Are you alright?" 

Tiny black and green orbs danced around the corners of his vision, and he blinked them away.

Luna tried to soften her shrill cries in his ear, but she failed miserably. 

He swallowed hard, and his lips parted to accommodate his short, harsh breaths.

Apollyon winced as he tried to keep his eyes open.

She knew his beloved was worried about his sudden collapse, but he would have preferred her husky moans and little whimpers in his ear as he pounded his cock inside her. 

Why was he having inappropriate thoughts about his pregnant wife when he just fainted?

His lips curved slightly upward when he realized this was a blessing in disguise. 

At least, his wife had stopped shedding tears over her perceived betrayal over the Goddess Hecate and focused on him instead.

"Apollyon." She asked uncertainly, rubbing his back to soothe him, "What are you amused about?"

Luna had an idea of what he was feeling right now, but she failed to know what he thought.

Apollyon was getting better at controlling the mind link of their mating bond compared to before. 

Honestly, if it were smart for a Vampire King to feign sickness all the time to get his wife's full attention in the presence of other males in the rock shelter, he would do it. 

Yet, those Archdemon bastards might taunt him for being delicate as a flower. 

His small smile halted before it could form into a smirk.

That can't be good. 

His nostrils flared as he picked up a delectable scent in the atmosphere—so sexual and intoxicating—that it sent his hunger into overdrive.

Ah.

He could almost taste the musk of his woman.

But why was he feeling like this out of nowhere? 

Apollyon tried to get himself together.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time to fuck the wife, but the devil in him reasoned out that he was a healthy sexual vampire in his prime despite living for millennia, and he needed to prove that. Apollyon always showed his mate his best self and how strong and fine he was as a husband so that the stubborn lass would rely on him instead of those Archdemons. He clenched his fists. If he only showed Luna his finest attributes, she wouldn't have to pay attention to other men.

Luna's question abruptly echoed in his mind, 'Why do you want to prove yourself to me when I already chose you?'

The truth was he wasn't really proving himself to Luna.

He was proving himself to Ravin and crush that Familiar's arrogance.

Why did it have to be a man's nature to compete for his woman for no reason?

Was there even a competition, or was he falling for the Blood Beast's trap to make him miserable?

How weak…

Groaning, Apollyon's eyelids fell shut as his long, bulky arms hung over Luna's slender ones. 

"Do you want to sleep from exhaustion? Are you hurt anywhere?"

  Luna tried to help him stay upright by wrapping her arms around his hard torso as she allowed him to settle his chin on her shoulder.

Eyes closed, Apollyon reveled in the sensation of her slender fingers stroking his oblique muscles.

It made his warm body more heated—and it had nothing to do with Luna setting the nearby tree on fire— as the hair on his nape stood on its end.

Was it Luna's touch that made him hot like he caught a fever, or was there something else? 

His stomach growled.

He was vaguely aware of his claws growing longer and his fangs elongating of their own accord.

As he returned his weight to the balls of his feet, Apollyon pulled back slightly and made sure that she saw her lick his lips,  "I am hungry." He peered at her with half-hooded eyes. "I'm so close to devouring you." 

Luna's voice turned smaller, "You fed on me yesterday."

"Not enough for me," Apollyon whispered with gritted teeth. "I'm angry at Ravin, goading me every chance he got."

He couldn't do anything about it because he is her Familiar.

"His presence made me anxious. I would have preferred the other one. Sloth." Apollyon dragged one sharp claw downward in a painstakingly slow motion, ripping the button of the shirt he let her borrow. Luna froze as she held her breath. " I am certain that he was less of a threat that we should have dropped Ravin in the first place."

"He was able to recognize Archangel Ariel in the painting too," Apollyon added thoughtfully. "That one is intelligent."

"Don't allow Sloth's appearance to fool you because that's what he wanted you to believe in the first place," Luna replied."You don't know him." 

"And you do?"

Luna narrowed her eyes at him, but she didn't release him, "Don't hate Ravin too much, or you will lose the battle of wits."

"Wife. I didn't like it…."  Apollyon separated the shirt she wore and pulled down the bodice of her blue dress to expose her breasts, "when I offered you to drink my blood, and you refuse it.  I'm extremely offended that you don't need me anymore to give you strength." It was painful to admit the truth that he had to spat out the words. "I loved to drink from you all the time, but I tried to stop myself from doing so to prove that I  am strong and disciplined."

"I apologize for making you feel that way." 

"If you are really sorry, then let me do whatever I wanted to do to you tonight."