Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"I ache for you, Vampire King." Lilith said in a low, seductive voice.

Apollyon would rather be deaf again than hear the Archdemon of Envy made use of her wife's voice to get to him, compelling him to sin.

As her palms slid from his shoulders to rest on his pectoral muscles, Lilith leaned unto him and lifted her hips and sat on his member, rubbing against him in a motion that felt good for his manhood but not for him.

"Ah~ I like this position so much. I can see that you can make a woman happy with just the shape and length of your member, Apollyon. I can feel it." Lilith continued moving on top of him. Her long silver hair curtained her blushing face as she murmured in a breathy moan. "How much more will it grow if you became rock-hard after I stimulated you enough?"

He would not let this bitch think that he was consumed by her sensual stimulations just because she owned Luna's body at the moment.

It will never work.

Lilith was never the source of a carnal desire, and he would show that through action.

He didn't need to say much.

Even if he almost reached his peak, he will force himself not to come at all.

Nevertheless, the silky thin skirts of Luna's dress glided over his abdomen, and the delicious friction on the fly of his breeches was something he absolutely hated.

Yet, his erection told him otherwise, and the sensation even made the hair rise on his arms and nape. 

He didn't wish any of these things, and he made that known as he tried to keep his face expressionless—as if it didn't affect him. 

There was no point in telling an Archdemon to stop since they would only do the opposite. So Apollyon laid on his back and pretended he was a dead log. 

Feeling unclean, Apollyon gritted his teeth as she continued to tease him with his wife's body.

She raised sexual tension between them by positioning him between her legs, urging him to thrust back, but it wasn't something Apollyon would like to do with the enemy.

He was still in the right mind, and he will never betray his wife with another even if they had the same face or used the same body.

He made that mistake once, and Apollyon had paid the full price.

Biting back a groan, Apollyon kept his breathing even and closed his eyes to avoid ejaculation.

He quieted his mind when he realized the goal. 

'Focus.' Apollyon told himself.  'Think about bad thoughts that will never happen and will put a hamper on your arousal.'

Apollyon had witnessed many horrible things in his life, so he guessed this challenge was too easy if he thought about it.

  He, then, imagined himself numb from the waist down like what Sloth did to his mother at the duel, and he visualized how Luna's future death would be to distract himself from the present. 

One particular image burned at the back of his eyelids.

  It was a vision of his wife in Hell.

The sight of it made his fists clench so hard his knuckles must have turned white.

A long bridal veil with the color of blood covered her face and the length of her hair as it trailed behind her while she walked down the aisle.

It was the Archdemon of Gluttony who intercepted her at the end.

Ravin held out his hand, and Luna lifted hers to settle it into his open palm. 

Apollyon's vision clouded with red when he saw the Archdemon bend his neck towards his wife, cupped her jaw, and gently kissed her.

Without warning, Apollyon materialized behind Ravin and stabbed him multiple times until dark blood poured over the punctures he made with the knife in his grasp.

Where did he get this knife?

His eyes widened in surprise when Luna and Ravin suddenly vanished.

That was when he remembered that he was inside his imagination.

His made-up world began to spin before it slowed down.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was brought immediately returned to the present.

Breathing hard, Apollyon met Luna's emerald gaze, but the devilish glint in them screamed Lilith.

The Archdemon of Envy was still rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.

A man can sense a woman's desperation from a mile away.

He snorted. 'How pathetic.'

Apollyon realized that he could detach his emotions from this anytime and even mock Lilith in the throes of her passion—a passion that she only enjoyed.

He was an expert at that.

"Do you find this pleasurable, Lilith?" Apollyon felt the heaviness in his limbs, and he relaxed.

What was the point of struggling if he didn't care at all?

"Do you find pleasure in a sexual partner who doesn't want to engage and respond?" He deadpanned.  "From your actions I would think that you had an affinity for f*cking with corpses." 

"You should should know that you don't have to cooperate with me so that I can reach—"

Lilith couldn't finish her sentence when her body jerked forward as if she had been stabbed in the heart. 

Then, as she lost all the color from her face, her head swayed for a moment before she passed out, her body falling… falling into him.

At once, Apollyon's limbs broke free from the invisible shackles of Lilith's Archdemon Magic which kept him frozen while Lilith attempted sexual congress without consent.

He shot up from his makeshift bed to catch her and he allowed her to rest her chin on his shoulder.

Visible tremors coursed through his body from the force of using his power to break Lilith's control.

As the Vampire King, he realized this was the first time he was treated like an object.

This must be how the females in the Consortium felt when used by vampire aristocrats in the past.

It was truly fortunate that he listened to his wife's suggestion regarding the women.

It didn't feel good to be forced to pleasure someone. 

"Apollyon."