Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (December 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon, who was hailed as a Vampiric Faerie Prince in the Autumn Courts, for goddess-knew-why the Queen decided on it in the spur-of-the-moment, had challenged the status of the Queen's Cadre with the mere space he took in this Monarchy when he shouldn't have been in the first place.

From their snide behaviour and the slight change of their treatment with them when the Queen was around,  even Ravin could tell that Queen Morgan's most trusted Grand Knights—or mercenaries, perhaps?—had acted out of character from their usual portrayal to the rest of the Autumn Fair Folks. 

With an arrogant smirk, Ravin reminded Apollyon during their private discussion that he was a veteran in recognizing that dark urge inside some of the Ancient Fae Elders' and the Cadre Member's hearts to have some control over the Kingdom. 

Xerxes also agreed on this. 

Xerxes had spotted the special treatment while separated from Apollyon's Order of Knights to work the Kingdom's best trackers.

These Faerie 'trackers', whom Xerxes considered almost similar to spies,  were the shortest and the most agile out of all  Knights in the Militia.

These creatures were sent first due to their familiarity with the thick, wild forests in the Autumn Courts. In addition, they were predators in charge of chasing, hunting and trapping prey, especially those creatures who were on the run after managing to escape from the dungeons. 

The instant these Fae silent 'trackers', who excelled in cryptic colouration out of all the Faeries who tried to join this unique unit,  discovered that Xerxes was the infamous werewolf spy from the Summer Courts along with Princess Sapphire, they immediately made Xerxes as the leader to keep an eye out on what cool tricks he could do as well as criticize him behind his back. 

  At first, no one from the Autumn Militia knew about his true identity except for the Cadre and the Fae Elders during the Council Meeting, but for some reason, the secret was out. 

They figured out his identity, which Xerxes thought had put him at a major disadvantage. Nevertheless, they couldn't help but anticipate the kid to mess up like the rest of the Knights expected Apollyon to do.

As their group travelled with the Order of the Selcis, Xerxes donned his werewolf form to track the scents he picked up from Princess Ourania's paintings just in case it had given some clue. 

  These Fae Knights had acknowledged him as a vampire of noble blood and a new addition to the Fall Monarchs while Ravin stood as his second-in-command.

  Every Faerie Knights and Sentinels in the Autumn Militia had treated Apollyon's Order of the Selcis differently—reverently and grudgingly—as if they had this unseen and unspoken elevated status over the rest shining as bright as the sun rays behind them. 

These Faeries were resentful, but at least they tried so hard to repress out of sheer respect for Queen Morgan.

But, who knew how long this perceived unity would last with Apollyon and Luna's presence from another Kingdom whom they already considered as a threat to the throne? 

Apollyon shook his head to drive away from the plans their group had established along with the rest of the Autumn Fair folk from the Palace in search for the Garden of the Four Seasons lurking invisibly in the Fall Courts.

This wasn't the time to think too much of the future.

He can't believe that he allowed their mission to invade his private life again instead of focusing on the naked body of his lovely wife in the large tub. 

The butler led the pages to fetch the wooden tub and positioned it on the other side of the door while he used his Fae Magic to carry it inside.

Apollyon wouldn't let any man enter the royal bed-chamber and see his wife naked like this. 

The female attendants brought jugs and pots of warm water to fill them while one maidservant set the mood into a romantic one by setting the blue, orange, purple and green faerie lights loose in the dark room.

For some reason, the scent of the winter flowers on the vases emitted a stronger floral yet spicy scent that Apollyon liked.

  Luna had complained many times that her back ached a lot.

From the bed, Apollyon carried his beloved in his arms so that she didn't have to exert effort on walking or standing with the large baby bump she was lugging around.

The instant the tub was almost full, Apollyon had already placed his hand on the water to check the temperature himself, so he was confident to carefully put Luna down on the tent-like cloth on the bottom of the bath.

He knew that the bathwater felt great from the way Luna had moaned in pleasure once he straightened up.

"Goddess." Luna closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned against the wooden bathtub while her arms hang on the rim. "That felt good." 

Shifting from foot to foot in discomfort, Apollyon scratched his jaw awkwardly as a dirty thought crossed his mind. 

It sounded so close to the way she screamed his name when she was about to reach her climax. 

His hands clenched briefly and then released it after admonishing his hard cock to stop twitching with such a small sexual trigger.

Luna had no idea how her voice alone could seduce him like this in front of all these busy women in the room. 

Did she do this on purpose?

Clearing his throat, Apollyon's hand adjusted his cock, hiding underneath the blanket he wrapped around his waist, but the inconspicuous motion brought the maidservants' attention to his crotch instead.

It wasn't on purpose, but he brought this upon himself.

Was she trying to get him embarrassed and allow these female faeries to watch his male pride shatter and be thrown to the floor because of her sweet seduction, or was she showing off that he was hers?