Hell's Consort

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The Empress Luna

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She narrowed her eyes at him as she faced him head-on. "I don't know if you have gone crazy or something, but perhaps, by any chance, have you eaten something weird?"

"You will be the only one I would be eating tonight, my lady." The Vampire King said with a sinister chuckle that rivalled those of an evil villain as he plucked the other scented vials from the racks beside him and sniffed the aromatic concoctions. "My Lady, why don't you move to the edge of the tub so that I could gather your hair and apply these things?"

There was a suspicious voice that whispered at the back of her mind but she thrust it aside and did what she was told.

"Alright, husband." She sighed in a response, angling her body near him.

Perhaps, her husband had just wanted to pamper her tonight because he had a lot of debts to pay where their fun times were interrupted on the way home and the dance at the balcony.

When she was within his reach, she immediately reclined her back to the wall.

Apollyon had grabbed a comfortable chair to sit on, letting her husband gather all her thick silver hair.

He randomly poured some random stuff on her head while she let her arms adrift into the surface of the water, inhaling the scent of the herbs and the calming lavender incense burning at the drawer besides their canopy bed.

Luna's disbelief about the Vampire King's ability to act like a servant was reinforced when she realized her husband had done a bad job at acting like it.

At first.

She knew her husband was acting cute so she wouldn't take it against him.

Then, Apollyon picked up a royal comb which had silver teeth further spaced apart so that Luna's messy and wavy hair wouldn't get stuck on them.

She didn't strike up a conversation first because her husband hadn't spoken, either.

Luna could just imagine how the Vampire King would have his eyebrows knitting in concentration as he combed her hair with the tiny thing.

Her husband had painstakingly combed every silver hair strands until it shined in the cosy candle light of their bed chamber.

The Vampire King—she couldn't quite believe that she would have first-hand experience of how a ruling sovereign could service someone as lowly as her who was just nobody.

She was just an escapee turned High Priestess from another Realm who became an Empress from out of nowhere.

People had a bad impression of the Vampire King and she couldn't deny that she had this sort of hate-like emotions for him in the beginning.

Every time she doubted Apollyon's love, she would remember this exact moment where Apollyon patiently disentangled, cleaned and arranged her hair, lowering his pride as a King to do this special act of service.

After that, Apollyon had ordered her to move forward a little towards the center so he could rinse her long hair in the water.

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon had stood from his seat to hover above her while she relaxed in the water.

He hadn't served a woman ever since he was born and this was the first time he had done this.

He had decided to gift her wife with something that couldn't be replaced—an experience—because as the King in the Vampire Realm, he had the ability to give her anything she wanted in the world when it came to riches and possessions.

Luna might be happy for a while from all the golden tiaras, diamond necklaces and the ball gowns but the Empress wasn't that type of woman similar to the Consortium.

She would really appreciate it if Apollyon would give her something that no other males around her could offer and that was his time, his love and affection—treating her like how an Empress should be treated and making her feel important.

Apollyon's wife would never forget that he had bathed and pampered her like she had owned him as her servant.

Perhaps, it would be a long time before he could do this ever again.

Apollyon was a dominant man full of masculine pride but if the Empress requested it, he would probably grumble and pout as a façade and then strike a perfect harmless bargain—just something both of them would enjoy.

He slightly parted his legs to accommodate himself when he had a peek of her wife's bosoms underneath her thin gown, her nipples hardening from the friction elicited by her fabric.

His voice had morphed into a baritone when he asked, "Does it make you feel good, my Lady?"

"Hm." Luna paused as if she had thought about her response for a long time.

Luna's cheeks had flushed red as she forced the words to admit, "You did well, servant."

There was a twisted amusement in her tone that had the corner of Apollyon's lips twitching when he realized how his wife was good at playing along.

Luna had inclined her head at the rim of the wooden tub, stretching her neck to peer at him.

She settled her lethargic gaze on him and demanded huskily, "Kiss me, husband."

Apollyon drew a long breath of air as he savoured the sweet scent of herbs and flowers on her wife's skin.

He swallowed hard when his eyes fell to her perfect cleavage and her sexy collarbones.

When her lips parted in an invitation, his hand clasped into her chin.

Apollyon dipped his head and swooped into her mouth, keeping those luscious lips captive.

He kissed her fierce and hard--all the pain and frustration and longing—as he kissed her again and again with a desperate groan.

Recalling about his mission to make Luna happy, Apollyon broke away even if Luna didn't show any indication to end the kiss, yet.

"We aren't done yet, my Lady." He grinned, rubbing his thumb over her lips before letting go.

The way his sharp nails had gently and deliciously massaged her scalp was so far better after he cascaded goat milk and licorice all over it.

Apollyon placed conditioner on her hair which consisted of grinded herb powders (nettles, mint and thyme)and  let it stay for another minute before he let a stream of rosewater pour all over her head.

He had kneaded, stroked and massaged her scalp until she smiled herself to sleep.

Apollyon never thought that that would be the last time Apollyon would ever see her wife again.