Hell’s Consort

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High Priestess

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"I didn't come yesterday." 

Luna didn't dare to look him in the eye and risk letting him see just how broken she had felt over what had happened between them.

"What?" Apollyon appeared taken aback.

The Vampire King lifted her chin, forcing her to move her gaze back to him. 

The High Priestess glanced up at him as she swallowed audibly before her mismatched eyes shifted to his mouth. 

"Something is wrong with me," Luna repeated as she continued to scratch the corded muscles on Apollyon's shoulders.

The Vampire King frowned, scratching his jaw in confusion.

Apollyon didn't understand her words at first. 

It didn't make any sense that his wife hadn't come yesterday. 

It took a few seconds before the words sunk into his mind, hazy with lust.

"Why didn't you tell me?" The Vampire King breathed his wife's name into the honeyed chalice of her mouth, tangling his large hands in her silver silken hair.

Luna kissed him back with artless passion.

She wasn't that experienced, but she was a fast learner.

Her kisses never failed to arouse him.

Luna lifted her head, taking a break from the drowning sensation of the kiss to get herself under control. 

"I am defective," Luna said.

"I'm not blaming you for not coming with me, my Empress. A man of my station should have a better rein over his emotions and prioritize you first. I can assure you it won't happen again." 

Instead of relief from the Vampire King's assurance, Luna felt loss and regret.

"I'm not like one of your concubines."

"No, it's not you, wife. It would have helped if you had told me yesterday. It's my fault, and I apologize. We should change that right away." The Vampire King's response was something between a groan and a growl, sending a heady thrill through her. 

Apollyon's mouth dipped into hers, giving her a tender and erotic kiss, while his hand trailed from her chest to her stomach down to that raw silk between her thighs.

"I can't live with that mistake. I can't even do right by you." Apollyon muttered as a muscle twitched in his eye. 

He looked angry, but Luna was relieved to know that her husband had not blamed her for the mishap instead of saying rude things, nor did he ridicule her for her lack of response. "As punishment for finishing earlier than you, I should make you orgasm fifty times before myself today."

Luna gasped, not knowing how to react. "Your Highness, I don't think that's a good idea." 

Fifty times?

"That sounded scary.

  "Wife. Why are you scared?" Apollyon growled as if he couldn't bear the thought of his wife being afraid of him. 

She should feel safe and protected in his arms. "It wasn't like I was going to kill you fifty times. Don't worry. You will only feel pleasure."

'Pleasure?' 

Luna's confusion grew. 

Will she manage to feel that with her husband's help?

Maybe, there was nothing wrong with her then.

Perhaps, she couldn't achieve that climax alone, by herself.

For the first time, Luna realized she had her array of wiles as the Vampire King's wife—a power over him that did not require either experience or expertise.

  He will give her pleasure. 

That's the most important thing rather than wallowing over her perceived flaws when it comes to sexual congress.

Luna was a hopeless beginner in the art of making love, and she had to learn fast.

She had to be better at it—compared to those ugly concubines--so that her husband wouldn't leave her and choose other women to pleasure him.

Luna was determined that Apollyon must choose her every night now that she had given up her status as the High Priestess.

She wasn't the High Priestess anymore.

That wasn't her title.

Luna was the Vampire King's Empress.

Apollyon's one and only wife.

Anyone who tried to take over her status will be punished severely without thought.

  "We are not getting out of bed if I can't achieve that, wife," Apollyon told her with a determined expression on his face.

Giving her a smirk while caressing her cheek, he continued. "I want to make you so tired that you can't even talk. I want you to pass out with my sexual prowess that you are going to wake up next week."

"Apollyon."

That sounded like a threat.

Luna had never imagined that her husband could be so gentle and so ruthlessly persuasive all at the same time.

Apollyon pulled her thighs apart just as he had lured her lips apart, his fingers breaking--petting--through the softness of her nether lips with extra care.

It pleased the Vampire King very much to know that Luna was ready.

Her nether curls had turned wetter because of her essence.

Apollyon's powerful body tensed and shuddered as he dipped one finger between those tender petals.

Luna's fangs elongated. 

She moaned deep in her throat before she buried her face against his shoulder and sank her fangs into him, licking more of his blood as she felt a wondrous sensation that threatened to shatter her to oblivion.

  The pleasure was too familiar, but she found it hard to find a word that would perfectly describe it.

Luna felt intense bliss, agony, and desperate longing, all rolled into one specific emotion.

She felt like she couldn't wait for another second to reach the peak, whatever it is, yet Luna wanted it to go on and on forever.

"Apollyon, please," Luna whispered hoarsely. 

She didn't even know what she was asking for. 

Luna only knew that if she failed to get it this time, she might as well die.

Apollyon knew exactly what she wanted. 

His devilish fingers had spread and teased and stroked until she was squirming beneath his hand. 

Luna didn't know what Apollyon had turned her into.

She only knew that she yearned his touch as she raced for that pleasure so out of her reach, making her mad with lust.

Making her addicted to his body and his blood.

The Vampire King was like both an angel and a demon, determined to own her soul, relentlessly urging her towards both torture and paradise.

He gently flicked his thumb over that little bud, which settled inside her quim, and for one moment, Luna felt like she was over the edge of a cliff, suspended into that precipice of heaven and hell. 

A shattering wave of rhapsody broke over her, tumbling into the abyss of pleasure with only Apollyon's lips to quiet her soft broken cries as she reached orgasm.

The Vampire King was still ruthless with his pursuits, still inserting a finger inside her, in and out, stretching her, pushing her to the limit.

Her thighs shook as it shivered from Apollyon's onslaught.

Apollyon's lips danced over her, stroking her nipples with his free hand as they strained beneath his exquisite touch.

Luna wanted his mouth on her nipples--everywhere at once-- as his hands enjoyed her, playing her like an instrument.

Would that be too much to ask?

"Yes, yes, yes." She released her grip on his neck, and her hand moved, squeezing his butt and urging him to do more. "More, give me more." 

Apollyon did so, his one hand still kneading her breasts and the other one still pumping relentlessly inside her quim.

He inserted another finger, filling her up and propelling her higher. 

Things were different now, she realized. 

Before, when she and Apollyon had married each other, she hadn't truly pondered the idea of him with the Consortium because he hadn't mattered to her. 

His opinion hadn't mattered. 

She could have left him, but she couldn't.

Not when her soul was tied to him forever. 

Now, despite everything, despite what he had done, she still liked him. 

It was crazy despite the blatant disrespect and betrayal.

Why did she still want him?

Maybe it was the blood bond.

They couldn't live without each other.

  Her husband's erection was already swollen and long that it had reached over his stomach, which was deliciously corded with muscle.

Luna's mouth had watered as she watched how the Vampire King's hard and thick cock deliciously rubbed her thigh, and the picture made her even wetter and hotter.

Apollyon grabbed her knees and pried her thighs apart, jerking her forward while inserting himself in the V. 

"I was angry at myself that I couldn't even make you come the first time I had you." The Vampire King arched into her, his erection brushing against her core. "Do you know how I am going to get rid of this anger, wife?" 

She gasped but didn't pull away. 

"Please, Apollyon." She hated how breathless she sounded. 

How needy. 

Before she could say anything more, Apollyon's lips meshed into hers, and his large body moved on top of her a second later, mounting her and pushing her back to the bed.

"Apollyon," she repeated as she felt his cock probing at her entrance.

Her husband thrust deep, all the way inside.

Both of them moaned and panted at the rapture.

The Vampire King pulled out and sank even deeper.

  Luna clawed at his back when he pulled out again then sank his cock to the hilt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. 

Now, the disruptive thoughts had begun to circle like vultures preying on the carcass of her mind.

Did he prefer his women to keep their legs off him and opened wide as they settled on each side of him?

Should she drape her legs over his shoulders?

"Luna," Apollyon called out savagely as he cupped her cheeks, forcing her attention on him. "Are you trying to piss me off?" 

Luna shook her head, incapable of speech. 

What was his problem? 

She did give him pleasure, didn't she?

  Or maybe the way her legs were placed locked around her waist wasn't correct?

The Vampire King growled low in his throat, and Luna brought her focus back to his face. "Don't look away from me. This is an order." 

Luna nodded in agreement.

Apollyon had thrust forward again, but this time, it was a painfully, agonizingly slow.

  It was heaven. 

It was hell. 

It was everything and nothing at the same time because she needed more.

Luna had to have more of him.

Apollyon's eyes glowed, hypnotizing her, holding her captive. 

Luna cried out when he moved inside her, the sound echoing around the marriage chamber.

"You are so beautiful." The Vampire King said. "You are so wet for me."

Her husband's words were as electrifying as his caresses that Luna found herself drowning in him.

"Apollyon, Apollyon. Apollyon." she chanted. 

He released her jaw to grab onto her hips and squeezed her thighs so tightly her bones almost snapped as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

Just like that, Luna climaxed again, and this time the Vampire King shook as he joined her, jetting hot seed inside her.

Apollyon stilled and then collapsed on top of her. 

She lost her breath and would have complained about how heavy he was, but her husband had quickly rolled to the side, locking his arms around her so that she couldn't move away. 

"I finished at the same time. You did. Once I have you. I find it hard. To restrain myself." Apollyon said between heavy breaths. "I will give you one minute to relax. Because we are going to do it again."

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Luna felt like her soul had been catapulted out of her body from the orgasm she experienced from the Vampire King's thrusts.

It was a sensation so intense that she had passed out.

Her spirit had floated into a place she didn't recognize--a black hole--where the concept of time and space didn't exist.

Was it a dream, then?

Surprisingly, Luna didn't feel fear or panic as she let her body relax, embodying water movement as she rode its gentle waves.

She couldn't see in this pitch-black element even if her eyes were wide open. 

Her instincts were telling her to wait for the goddess.