Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The Empress had chuckled as her golden eyes flicked a glance on his member.

"I need something bigger than that."

"I am not flexing my size in front of you, wife." Apollyon drawled as he removed his bath robe in front of the servants, dropping them to the floor. "This monster is for stretching you so wide until I hear you scream my name."

He didn't care about them because his attention were solely focused on the Empress' reaction—nothing else.

Apollyon's wife might have pretended that he wasn't impressed about his size but he can always rectify that.

He could remind her every single day and night by how large it was inside her, making her feel every inch of him.

Apollyon could easily adjust to the pace she desired whether it is rough, fast and hard or it could be painfully slow and gentle.

But when it comes to fucking, he would rarely let Luna call the shots because it was ingrained in his entire being to dominate and possess.

With his wife, though, he would be willing to compromise but it depends if he was in the mood.

The Empress had decided at that moment to avoid her gaze from dropping lower from the Vampire King's eyes but.

He had smirked at the way Luna had practically breathed through her mouth with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed red.

Her golden eyes had turned silver while her mouth became lusher and more cherry-red.

It didn't take a genius to know that his wife was very much aroused and was ready to jump his bones.

Clearing her throat, the Empress spoke in that sexy, low voice of hers with a sense of urgency in her tone that Apollyon had mistaken as desperation. "Apollyon."

"Wear your bathrobe again and lock the door before you decide to do anything to me, husband." Luna murmured while took a gander at the servants around them,

Squinting at her wife for he had hated to break the erotic spell between them, Apollyon swore to himself that he would give her a fantastic show for their failed attempts at seduction, which would have led to sexual congress if it wasn't for the goddamned Masquerade Ball.

She wasn't the only one who was on edge.

They just haven't found the right timing yet.

Apollyon had no choice but to obey Luna's requests.

Hands trembling with excitement, Apollyon didn't actually pick up his bathrobe on the floor.

He hurriedly erased the distance between him and the door and locked it.

Luna's eyes went wide before they dissolve into uncontrollable laughter the moment her husband returned to her. "Husband."

"I want you to lock the door after all the servants got out of our bedchamber." Luna slapped a palm on her forehead at the ridiculousness of it.

Luna continued to chuckle as she waded in the large hot tub in a butterfly stroke, clearly enjoying the warm water.

"Do you want them to watch us as they—" Luna gave the servants a sideways glance as they halted in their tracks with panic in their eyes when Apollyon had locked the exit, "-- continuously pour water over our heads?"

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The Empress Luna

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"Oh." Apollyon replied as he exchanged a knowing look with her, displaying a wide grin.

It was strange to see him walking around the room like there was only the two of them in the bedroom chamber.

Stars twinkled into his blue eyes in amusement as he growled in approval, "Like I said, I don't mind them watching."

It was pretty clear that Apollyon had no problem with his nudity.

Luna had a problem with nudity in front of so many people, well, except if she was wearing a mask.

Yes, she was bizarre like that.

Did that make sense?

"You are incorrigible, husband." Smiling to herself, Luna rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. "I want them gone because I most definitely would mind."

Luna lifted a beckoning finger and her husband had understood.

He walked closer to the wooden bath tub and bent his knees to listen.

She offered a bemused smile before whispering in his ear, "I wanted us to be the only person in the room so that I could lower my inhibitions and let my guard down. You want that, didn't you?"

The Vampire King mindlessly bobbed his head up and down in tiny repetitive nods as he straightened his spine.

Never in his life had he agreed to such a bold statement quite strongly.

If Luna wasn't so aroused that her moist skin had felt both hot and cold, she would have laughed out loud at the comical look on her husband's face.

Without saying anything, Apollyon snapped a finger and the servants as if it was some kind of a secret code.

The Vampire King didn't have to say anything as all the people scrambled out of the room, some of them carrying their jug of warm water which was filled to the brim and the others were now empty.

One minute was all it took for them to be gone.

When the last eunuch had departed and the door of their bedchamber had finally closed shut, Apollyon had continued to parade his naked body as he proceeded to pick up the jar which was placed on the table beside the wooden tub, pouring fresh flower petals and sweet green herbs.

He carried a pitcher with him, walked around the wooden bath tub and poured the water over her head without warning.

"Apollyon! What the—"Luna had to squeal at him as she wiped the rose water of her face. "You didn't even warn me."

"I am your servant tonight, my lady." The devil had said in a low chuckle as he sprinkled various herbs such as camomile, brewswort, mallow and brown fennel on the warm water. "You can use me however you see fit."

Never in her entire life would she imagine the Vampire King who was so into his role of 'acting-like-her-servant' that it had sent shivers down her spine.

"Apollyon."