Hell’s Consort

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High Priestess

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Luna had leaned lower, her hair falling on his bare chest.

The Vampire King's hand trailed from her body.

"I want to take over." He rasped softly in a gruff rumble. "I want to be on top."

She stared down at the very masculine face as she hovered above him. "No."

Apollyon's hands slid along her arms to grasp her wrists, yanked them closer to him as loud growls tore from his throat.

The sound was surprising, so scary and vicious that it froze Luna with instant terror.

The Vampire King growled softly. "It's my turn."

Apollyon's nostrils flared as he inhaled, and a deep groan rumbled from his parted lips when Luna continued to gyrate her hips on top of him as if she hadn't heard his command.

His hand hesitated on the curve of her breast long enough to make her gasp before it flattened over her ribs, then inched lower to her hip. 

"You're the one I want to fuck so bad you make me ache." He growled at her. "I want to take over."

Apollyon tried to adjust and bring her underneath him, but the Luna had grabbed both his wrists and pinned them to the bed, holding them with each of her hands. "No. I don't want you to."

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Vampire King

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Apollyon grabbed Luna by her shoulders.

He wanted her flat on her back on the bed to where she belonged while he drove inside her while he stayed on top, pinning her down with his body to complete submission.

Luna shook her head in disapproval and even clamped her palm over his mouth before he could even protest further.

Luna pushed Apollyon's wrists back to the bed as if that simple act could prevent him from taking over.

"You shall stay on the bed, husband," Luna hissed in a warning.

  "Luna," Apollyon growled. "Then let me see your body."

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High Priestess

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Luna gasped when the Vampire King's hand slid between them and fisted her nightdress.

  Luna tried to pull it downwards, but Apollyon moved faster, yanking the material all the way up her body to her neck and pushed away from her frantic hands. 

The Vampire King's hips pumped fast, hard, and deep when he had successfully removed them.

Apollyon drove in and out of her quim with a wild abandon that drove her insane.

Pleasure notched higher, nearly unbearable, and she knew she was going to come.

Just him hammering his cock inside her was enough to draw a climax from her.

One hand moved to her chest and squeezed, sliding down her body then diving between her thighs.

Luna panted as she cried out, her vaginal muscles clenching around the thick shaft.

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Vampire King

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  Luna rode him until he felt the pressure at the back of his spine.

He was about to explode from the orgasm.

It wouldn't really take him much when his lust for his wife threatened to overwhelm him that he even thought about using a concubine.

The pain was turning into pleasure as Luna whimpered, chasing for that seemingly elusive peak.

She rode him so hard--moved up and down--as she placed her hand on his chest, clawing at his stomach.

  It didn't take long for the Vampire King to see stars around his vision when the climax began.

In a flash of lightning, Apollyon exploded, and the force of the release pitched him headlong into a void where only pulsing and white heat existed.

When he came back down from his orgasm, the High Priestess's heavy-lidded eyes were grave, her face tight and dark. 

Luna was like a total stranger, utterly removed from him.

The High Priestess rolled off of him and went back to her side of the bed. 

Just like that, Luna strived to bring herself under control. 

Her breathing was even as her body grew still.

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High Priestess

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Luna felt an answering rush of wetness between her legs as if the fragrance coming from the Vampire King's essence was similar to a touch or a kiss.

The Vampire King thrust more deeply as if this time, the urgency was much stronger.

He surged upward, and Luna arched up and down to the pleasure, letting the heat flow throughout her body. 

  The luscious scent coming from Apollyon's body intensified as he pumped until all Luna could see, smell, and touch was the Vampire King alone.

As Luna watched her husband's orgasm, Apollyon's brilliant blue eyes stared intensely between her legs and then shifted to her face.

After it was over, Apollyon called out her name in a hoarse question.

Apollyon had come apart so easily, his tongue sliding from between his kissable lips to swipe across his lower one.

The release shattered the Vampire King, but Luna tried to keep going. 

Apollyon had come undone, but he continued to thrust into her, biting his lip. 

There seemed to be no end to her focus until she grew tired when Apollyon had already taken his pleasure, and she hadn't.

Not yet.

Her outrage steamed out of her ears as she pictured him having sex with someone else.

Lashing out seemed like the only outlet for the kind of power surging through her body.

  She envisioned the hands of other women grabbing onto his shoulders as he fucked them stupid, just as she had. 

Luna's fatalistic thoughts had already invaded her mind, disrupting her climb to rapture.

How did she compare to all the other concubines?

Her excitement slowly died.

Did her quim felt as good as his other Harem girls?

Will she make him feel satisfied in sexual congress compared to the girls he had bedded then discarded?

Her other beautiful consorts who had experienced and tasted him?

Did she excite him as much as the others?

Now, she wasn't sure. 

Luna was self-conscious and unsure about her appeal.

She didn't like it at all.

Was The Vampire King really thinking about her as he reached his orgasm?

Wishing she were as violent or as sweet as someone else?

Her hips ceased their frantic gyrations.

Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

Maybe she should stop this and leave.

Did Apollyon's cock enjoy her, though?

Had he enjoyed other women more?

Softer women?

Lusher?

Her grip loosened the hottest flames of her passion cooling.

Why was she doing this to herself?

Why did she care what he thought?

Luna's control evaporated under a blast of fury so great she was rendered speechless.

Did he want her?

He didn't know her.

And he'd been with another concubine just earlier…

Luna imagined him pleasuring other bodies that belong to his Consortium, and her intense sexual drive from earlier dwindled.

In the aftermath, she was ashamed, and tears stung her eyes. 

She moved to get off his hips and realized she still hadn't come. 

Luna was in a daze when Apollyon had spilled his seed in her, but she felt nothing.

She hadn't reached the same heavenly experience as her husband.

  She only felt hurt and sore.

Hurt and embarrassed because she probably did something wrong.

  She detached herself from him with a blank expression on her face.

She didn't want to make it obvious that the sex didn't make her happy or made her drown in pleasure at all.

Was this the sex was all about?

It didn't seem fun when it was Ravin who did that to her.

Something was wrong with her.

She was too inexperienced that it was so embarrassing. 

Luna wanted to cry in humiliation, but she tried to hold it in.

She lay back down to the bed and closed her eyes, turning away from him that only Apollyon could see her back.

  She was a failure as a wife.

"Did you come?" Apollyon asked beside her as he caressed her elbow.

Luna flinched and moved away to the very edge of the mattress, and if some servant would have seen her, they could tell that she was about to fall off the bed.

"Yes." She said shortly—a little bit sharply—because she didn't know how to reply.

Luna's voice was soft, sad to the point of cracking. "It was…"

"How was it?"

"It was… fun." Luna thought it wasn't fun, and it hurt like a motherfucker, but she didn't want to let Apollyon know what a failure she was because she couldn't come like she was supposed to.

Like what a woman was supposed to.

  It was depressing.

She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

  "I want to sleep. I made you come." She breathed a deep sigh. "You were happy now, right?"

"Yes. I liked it very much when you dominate me, even if that was against the rules." The Vampire King stretched out next to her and smoothed her hair back.

"Vampire males, we didn't usually make women lead during sexual congress. But maybe, we could do it differently. Nobody was watching us anyway. It was only the two of us."

She could not rely on him to soothe her. 

Her life depended on her keeping it together.

Tears slid down her cheeks like a slippery slope.

"Right." Luna dismissed him as she recoiled from his touch, wiping her eyes. "I… I'm tired, Apollyon."

Luna thought she didn't want to do it anymore.

It was degrading for her, and she didn't want to talk with him any further either.

The rejection didn't even faze him. 

The Vampire King didn't know how to read the atmosphere. "Wife."

  "Just please shut up, Your Highness." Luna reached for the blanket to cover up with, figuring her transparent nightdress couldn't even do half the job. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired."