Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"I hadn't seen that before, so I didn't know how it was done."

"You—you didn't know?" Apollyon's eyes widened, and his jaws went slack in disbelief.

At a loss for words, he cleared his throat and recovered quickly.

"Of course, you don't." He scratched his jaw as he stated, "You were an innocent virgin."

The Empress had his hands on him, holding him and lightly squeezing his cock.

It was the hottest thing he had ever seen any minute by now; his wife would have the ability to set him on fire with passion, driving him crazy with lust.

"Not so innocent anymore." Luna's gaze was cold.

It was so in contrast with her smirk.

She shrugged, giving him a savage smile that flashed her fangs.

What was that supposed to mean?

His gaze settled on her as he laughed, "Sucking a man's cock is reserved for whores."

The primal part of Apollyon wanted his wife to suck his cock, his eyes burning into her wife's pink lips, but he told her otherwise, "It isn't my wish to disrespect you anymore."

"I am your whore, Apollyon." Luna said in a drowsy seductive voice as she whispered, "You made sure I knew that."

"I don't want you to do it." Apollyon swallowed at his wife's boldness.

Everything she had told him tonight sounds suspicious.

"It's alright." Returning his attention to the Empress through sheer force of will, he removed her hands from his member, replacing it with his as he jerked them up and down.

Perhaps, he could do it himself.

"I can handle it on my own." Apollyon lied.

"I can try." The Empress glanced down coyly, making her lashes appear like dark moon crescents against her pale creamy skin. "Perhaps, I can do a better job than those whores if you can teach me what you like."

"No need." He gritted his teeth, and it appeared like he was smiling sharply at her, "I don't want to take advantage of your weakness."

"I just have to act like my mouth is my quim, right?" Luna pushed his hands away as if he had no right to interrupt her plans of pleasuring him.

Apollyon wanted to fight her for the fun of it as they decide who had the right to touch him down there.

He groaned as if he was in pain from his wife's words instead of being wildly aroused.

Her sensual promise sent chills running down his sensitive body, making the hair on his skin prickle with anticipation.

He expected Luna to be angry, but she had let out an alluring chuckle, instead, "I promise I can do better than your concubines."

Apollyon was mentally in pain from the unwanted images flashing through his mind, making him feel guilty that he had almost used a concubine's mouth in their honeymoon.

Even if he had already repented from his past actions, he couldn't forget it, and neither would his wife.

Apollyon laid himself back to the bed and exhaled heavily, covering his eyes with an elbow. "I don't want to talk about my past sexual conquest anymore."

Luna responded with a soft hum of agreement.

Curiously, Apollyon had removed his elbow from his eyes for a little bit as he peeked at Luna's face.

He could sense an air of nonchalance about her like she didn't care anymore.

Her face was the epitome of calmness and serenity, so different from her reaction before she went to the Dream Realm.

When Luna had seen Apollyon with the concubine kneeling in front of him in the past, she was so furious with her jealousy before she suddenly went cold.

Luna's cold anger had radiated outwards. He decided that the dark energy aimed at him was actually scarier than her acting all wild, breaking the glass windows, and hurting the concubine.

As Apollyon saw the Empress' response, it seemed like she hadn't cared anymore if he had fucked other women or not in the past.

His mind had started to wander to the dark side, wondering what Luna had done with the Archdemon of Gluttony in the Dream Realms.

His wife was missing for the past two weeks, and many things could happen in that period.

The time frame from the Vampire Realm and the other Realms were different, and Apollyon hadn't attempted to travel to other dimensions to figure it out.

Apollyon removed his elbow from his gaze and stared straight into the Empress' golden eyes—the same eyes of that blasted Archdemon whom he wanted to kill.

How can you kill an Archdemon in Hell when he already belonged there in the first place--when his natural habitat was where evil souls reside?

Where would Archdemons go if Apollyon had ended his life?

If Ravin took his wife back to his Kingdom through the Dream Realms, Apollyon had to find a way to quickly break their connection before he claimed Luna for himself and never returned here again.

The Empress was his and his alone.

As the Vampire King, her blood mate, and her husband, it was never too late for Apollyon to ask this loaded question.

He was desperate for answers.

Apollyon made a slight growl in his throat. "Did you fuck the Archdemon of Gluttony in the Dream Realm?"

Luna flinched, blinking rapidly, not expecting the question at all.

As the silence went by and the cold breeze from the window sent shivers down her spine, Apollyon could feel the increasing sweat of Luna's still palms on his cock.

He flicked a glance at his erect member and sighed.

Why were they having this conversation in the middle of sexual congress?

God's blood!

They should be having fun.

He was such a cock-blocker to himself with his serious discussions.

The Empress should stay underneath him as he pounded her hard her whimpers would be heard from all over the Vampire Realm and praying his wife's cries of pleasure would reach Ravin's Kingdom to piss him off.

Apollyon had tried to restrain the jealousy spreading into his bloodstream like poison.

He wouldn't intimidate his wife too much because he had already promised himself that he would change into a better husband.

Sudden bursts of anger aimed at his wife wouldn't do any good, but he couldn't help it.

The more he kept this radioactive jealousy inside his system, the more he needed an outlet to let it out through spilling his seed inside the Empress' quim and ravage her, reminding her of who she belonged to.

Apollyon shook his head as he dismissed the idea of the devil whispering in his ear, urging him to show her who was the one in control.

Never mind, I will let you fuck whoever you want. I will give you the freedom if that would make you stay with me." Apollyon replied calmly. " I had been ruthless to you in the past. If you want to exact revenge for that, I'll leave it to you. "

"Why would I do that?" Luna asked in a breathless reply, her brows knitting in confusion.

Apollyon exhaled a hiss, frustrated at Luna's stillness.

Apollyon just wanted to give up the issue so that they could move forward and get to the good part.

He didn't want to boss his wife around just when she got back from the Archdemon of Gluttony.

His wife didn't elaborate much, but from the look of her face, she had suffered in the hands of that bastard.

He had made her witness something deeply traumatic that she wanted to forget.

Honestly, Apollyon didn't even think that his wife would agree to have sexual congress with her when they had a misunderstanding before she went unconscious for two weeks.

He was glad she was back, but she didn't have to do it.

It was a lie.

He had wanted it so bad.

He clenched and unclenched his fists as he pushed his back to the bed, thrusting his hip towards her.

Apollyon desired to ram his member upwards, needing that delicious friction of her smooth palms, choking him.

Apollyon frowned, and his brows furrowed.

Was he being such an inconsiderate asshole for forcing her to have sex with him like what his male ancestors had done to their women?

His train of thoughts was cut off when the Empress had pressed it into her mouth.

"Luna, no," Apollyon said in alarm as he dug his fingers into her scalp, trying to get her mouth off his cock in panic. "It's—"

Too late.

Luna had already placed it in her mouth.

The moment her head had moved up and down his shaft as she tightened her hold on the base, Apollyon knew he was done for.

The Empress' mouth continued to work on his cock as she fondled his balls.

Luna had gagged when he shoved her mouth close to his balls, the tip of his cock, almost reaching her tonsils.

"I--- won't last long," Apollyon whispered between groans as he attempted to set the pace by pulling her hair and pushing her mouth to the base.  "I'm. Really. Horny."

"Too fast, Luna," Apollyon growled every time her mouth glided through his shaft so easily, her teeth almost grazing his skin. "Stop. Slow down."

His wife did the exact opposite.

She went faster.

The only thing he could do was go along with her rhythm, let her play, and take control.

"Please." Clenching his jaw, he pleaded between his grunts of pleasure. "God's blood, Luna."

As Luna's head bobbed up and down over his cock, Apollyon chanted her name in ruptured murmurs like he was praying to a Goddess.

Luna withdrew his mouth on his cock as her warm saliva smeared and coated his shaft with enough lubrication.

She gave him a smile of pure female charm before she returned to her sucking his stiff rod, licking the tip once in a while every time she pulled back.

Apollyon couldn't believe he could even get harder from that bewitching smile.

His leg jerked when he was about to reach his climax.

Apollyon's cock burst, spilling his seed everywhere.

He continued thrusting into her, his hand desperately guiding her mouth to bring him to the heavens until he was well-spent.

The Empress withdrew her mouth from his shaft, the evidence of his lust overflowing from her mouth as it spilled on his chin, dripping on her chest.

He etched the erotic scenes into his memory.

Their eyes met as he breathed heavily.

"It's done. It softened." Luna said, referring to his spent cock, which had softened, indeed.

Luna wiped his sticky cum from her mouth before licking it slowly with her tongue. "I already relieved you of your problem."

Apollyon noticed that her eyes were a vivid shimmering gold, a startling color against her silver hair.

"You were too fast." His hands followed her movements, and he swore if he continued watching her taste his seed, he would probably cum again, arousing him back to a fever pitch.

Apollyon continued as he tried to catch his breath. "I would have wanted to go slow and prolong it."

"I'm alright. You don't have to pleasure me." Another teasing smile. "I think you already did enough the last time when you chained me to the bed and stabbed me with your daggers."

"I—I apologize for that." He blushed, ashamed.

"The sex was good despite the daggers you embedded on my skin, Apollyon. But I'm telling you now. I don't want to be left out or being left behind." Luna said as she wiped his cum using the blankets beside her, cleaning his stomach, his cock, and her face.

"I don't want to be abandoned by my husband, even if it was for a short while. I wasn't even mad that you deprived me of blood. I knew that your purpose for keeping me weak was to make it hard for me to escape the chains and follow you to your meeting with the other Kings."