Hell's Consort

"You say it's a 'he'—" Apollyon stilled, and his following words were like ice when he argued, "What if 'he' is a 'she'?"

'Oh, my goddess.'

When the Vampire King used that tone, Luna had to turn her head to see what was wrong with her husband immediately.

She had to take the reins from the Vampire King's grip based on how tight he had clenched the rope.

Luna squeezed his hand hard when he didn't let go.

She had to let her husband calm down before he urged the horse to gallop away from the procession.

"I can't control the gender of our baby, Apollyon," Luna responded, rolling her eyes at how outrageous the Vampire King was acting.

As if Apollyon had understood, he sighed and unclenched his hand on the reins, releasing them.

"Why are we still talking about babies, husband?" Shaking her head, Luna exclaimed. "You said you don't want an heir."

"I don't want an heir, but I didn't say I didn't want an heiress," Apollyon replied.

Luna had craned her neck too much, talking to her husband face-to-face, so she examined the blue sky as she felt the breeze whipping her hair.

She reclined her back towards Apollyon's body and rested there for a while, settling her head on his shoulders.

She glanced up at him, "You wanted a girl?"

"I wanted a beautiful silver-haired girl who looks like you that I could pamper and treat her like my princess every second of my life." The Vampire King responded as if that was reason enough.

"What about me, then?" She asked, inhaling the clean, bright, and spicy scent of snow and pine trees on his clothes.

She could imagine the taste of Apollyon's blood lingering on her tongue.

"Hm."

"This is why I didn't want to have babies, too. I guess I also wanted you for myself." Luna pouted as she continued, "I felt like my moments with Your Highness are too short for my liking."

"Touche." He gave her a half-shrug. "I want you to be mine alone for a little while longer."

"Tell me why you didn't want an heir, Apollyon." Luna queried as she watched him seemingly upside down.  Glancing up at him,

Luna still rested her head on his shoulders as she traced her hand on her husband's brows, to his nose, then to his mouth. "I want to see a spitting image of you in another person."

"You don't need to see another spitting image of me, wife," Apollyon replied as he peered into her eyes, gripping her hips with his free hand.

He smirked. "I'm already yours."

She breathed, "I know."

"I thought you said you didn't want to be a mother," Apollyon noted.

Luna halted her caresses on Apollyon's cheekbones, which had stood out starkly against the smooth paleness of his vampire skin. He prompted her, "You just said earlier that you didn't want to be pregnant."

Luna dropped her hand and clutched the reins again, sitting up straight.

"What I meant was that I wasn't prepared to care for another being aside from you." She reminded him patiently. "I told you before that I am used to being alone."

"Let's take it one step at a time." He agreed, and Luna felt relief washing through her.

She whispered. "I can raise your heirs if I'm fully ready."

Apollyon's jaw clenched.

"Wife." He said quietly. "Nobody is really ready when it comes to pregnancy."

He just couldn't let go of the likelihood that she was pregnant.

Amused at Apollyon's affirmation, Luna smiled a smile that reached her eyes. "You sound like you speak from your experience."

"No, I personally don't like babies for us so soon, and I am cautious when it comes to fucking concubines in the past," Apollyon said with a tone of finality. "As a pureblood vampire, my seed is dead after I spilled it out of my cock."

He shrugged with nonchalance. "Technically, I can't have an heir if I didn't want it yet."

Luna snorted, "Then, why did you even ask me if I'm pregnant?"

"We are blood bonded, so there is a slight chance that my seed might be too potent."

Closing her eyes, Luna's breath caught in her throat as her mind flashed with snapshots of what had happened between her and Apollyon last night.

She had massaged his body to distract herself from Ravin and made her husband cum in her mouth.

"I—can't control myself around you. Remember the potion the High Priest had given us during our wedding?" Apollyon murmured huskily in her ear. "I just had a feeling that it was something that would increase fertility."

Her mind flashed again to the image of Apollyon's naked body, his muscled stomach and thighs, his—

"Your entire existence is an aphrodisiac. The scent of your blood is an intoxicating drug to my senses." Apollyon continued, and she felt her face warm while her quim was dripping wet with need. "Everything about you arouses me. Your mouth makes me want to shove my c—"

"Shh." Luna hushed him to keep him silent when she noticed her husband's voice had gone deeper, and his erotic words had turned explicit real quickly. "Don't talk dirty right now. There are too many people around us."

"I don't care." Smirking, Apollyon cocked his head as he stared directly into her eyes, "They can disintegrate from envy because I am desperate to have you this instant."

Her mouth fell open as she whispered in a reprimand, "Apollyon!"

Luna twisted her head to look left and right, glancing at the people behind them with suspicion.

The Kings on their warhorses seemed to be out of earshot.

Still, Luna wouldn't erase the possibility that they could hear what she and Apollyon had chattered about because of their sensitive ears or supernatural powers.

Honestly, Luna wouldn't be surprised if some of them knew, but they appeared as if they were busy with themselves, talking to the females they had acquired from the Consortium.

Luna shouldn't be that arrogant to assume that the Kings' worlds revolve around her.

"Have you tried fucking someone while riding on a horse?"