Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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When they were far enough from guests, Luna wrapped her arm around his lower back, urging him to walk briskly.

Apollyon went along, covering his mischievous grin with his free hand.

'Ah!' Apollyon mused, 'Something was wrong with me.'

"This needs to be addressed." Luna glared at him sideways, her large green eyes almost protruding.

She gritted her teeth, "I want the answers now."

Why was he turned on seeing his wife mad with jealousy?

Apollyon shook his head, snapping out of it.

He didn't have any business feeling like this, and it wasn't his intention to make his wife jealous.

This was an evil trait that a kind and a caring husband should never own.

He didn't want to feel manipulated with jealousy, either.

It was a toxic behavior.

He couldn't help but relish in her intense emotions, which were close to bedevilment.

Not only did it feed his ego, but it was also an affirmation that his wife was possessive of him just like he was of her.

He didn't advise this tactic to check how much Luna valued him as a mate.

It was unethical, disturbing his conscience.

Nevertheless, deliberate or not, it was effective.

Luckily, the screaming had stopped, to which Apollyon sighed, relieved.

Both of them turned their heads in unison, looking over their shoulder to watch if Princess Alisabethe went after them.

Still, the spring princess had remained by the docks in picturesque background of rainbow flames blazing in the evening sky.

From afar, Apollyon could see that Princess Alisabethe's face was red, her short eyebrows knitting in a scowl.

With clenched fists, Alisabethe's nostrils flared as she widened her stance.

Apollyon and Luna were at the docks during midday.

How quickly it changed to nightfall when it was still five-thirty in the afternoon?

The rest of the faerie guests surrounded the youngest princess of the Spring Courts, whispering encouragement and comfort while they frowned at their direction—their glares were full of judgment that was specifically aimed at him.

Apollyon could still feel the faeries boring holes on his back with their large accusing eyes.

They returned their gazes to their path, forging ahead to where only Luna knew.

When they had walked far from the docks, the spring faeries disappeared from their view.

Luna's hand clasped Apollyon's, their fingers interlocking with each other.

They were in the capital city located at the heart of the Spring Courts called 'Krinoniapolis.'

Her adorable silver brows knitted in determination as they abruptly turned into a corner after passing twenty colorful mushroom-shaped buildings for the faeries that belonged to nobility and the higher classes.

They went inside a narrow alley that could only fit three people if they stood side by side, effectively hiding them from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.

Apollyon saw it was a dead-end.

A rectangular flower pot with thick bushes of white roses laid at the bottom of the wisteria blooms cascading all over the black walls, intoxicating them in a seductive fragrance.

From the way Luna had hauled him at the end of the alley, his wife must have thought it was the perfect spot to hide a husband's corpse.

Apollyon prepared himself as Luna pushed him back and locked him between her outstretched arms, slapping her palms fiercely against the wall.

It shook from her Archdemon strength.

He could feel the rough bricks beneath his tunic.

Despite exerting physical domination over him, Luna was the one breathing hard.

Apollyon caught a whiff of his wife's arousal, and his nostrils flared.

The sexual tension in the hot and humid air around them was as thick as butter sliced with a knife.

When his vampiric sense of smell, he knew that Luna was wet down there.

His fingers had itched to examine if her quim still dripped with sweet nectar as before--stretching, filling, and testing them for their elasticity and wetness.

Was she tight, and could she accommodate four of his digits?

Chills ran down his spine as blood pooled at the base of his cock, his shaft growing and the brazen tip poking against her lower belly.

Wrenching his raging lust and transforming it into self-control was like rolling a huge boulder uphill.

Apollyon managed by clenching his fists to his sides, or better yet, he crossed his arms over his chest.

His wife was unpredictable, so Apollyon had to observe her next move.

"How could you, Apollyon?" Luna snapped at him, and her pained stare would forever haunt him. "I am pregnant with your first heir."

She leaned forward, and her erect nipples in her lacy halter neck top brushed against his chest.

Luna's voice rose, trembling, as she breathed noisily, "You cheated on me with the Spring Princess just because I disappeared for years?"

Apollyon didn't want to explain much, but he only said a word that would halt his wife in her tracks,

"It was Lilith, Luna. I did not cheat." He licked his lips, and his eyes were fixed on those glowing green orbs, "You might think that I had led this girl on, but everything I do is with a purpose."

"What is this purpose, pray tell?" Luna pressed a hand over his bulge, and for a second there, Apollyon almost thought she was going to crush his family jewels—their future heirs and heiresses--with her fist.

Luna was feisty, and he missed this side of her, unafraid and without tears of guilt and shame.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, but it wasn't of fear.

It was of desire—a burning passion—to jump his wife's bones after an agonizing week of dealing with walking, breathing temptation.

"Speak before I render you impotent."

He need not be told twice.

"During my attendance on every Spring Gala held by Queen Gloriana and King Nuada, I brought the newly awakened Lilith with me to re-introduce you to the Spring Monarchs." Apollyon's eyes lingered at her sexy collarbone and her breasts straining against her top before shifting them to her lips. "This was one of the few times where I had no choice but to be in her presence after weeks of hunting the cult members of the demonic faeries."