Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"We can go back to the 'Ostara' and do it on the table,"  Luna replied as if this was the answer to the problem.

He couldn't have looked down at his smug wife fast enough, "What?"

Apollyon's muscles tensed when Luna tightened her hold in his prick without any prompt from him.

"Are you bothered about the food that we have left at the docks?" Tilting her head, Luna asked him, "We can just set them aside if you want."

"We are going to—"He shuddered when Luna rubbed the tip of his cock with her thumb. "—in front of those people?"

Luna got the upper hand in this narrow alley.

She could either make him climax, or she could snap his dick into two with just a word that would set her off.

"Well, it depends how much you wanted me." His wife's large dark eyes were fixed on him, still wearing that secret smile. "I want you now, Apollyon. Don't you want me to be shameless just like you?"

Apollyon exhaled a harsh breath when Luna had released his cock and settled her hands on her knees.

"How about you?"

"If they want a good show in Ostara by the way those faeries ogled us, we will give them a damn good show." He swallowed hard as he watched her bend forward with feminine grace, not missing the globes of her ass he wished to squeeze while he fucked her with her back on the wall. "I can do it in front of the spring faeries."

"Wife." Apollyon tried hard to tuck his erection back to his trousers while her mouth wasn't wrapped around his cock yet, or else...he would be finished.

Apollyon fumbled with his belt, only to fail miserably because of how stiff it was.

Giving up, Apollyon whipped it out in the open air once more.

There was nothing he could do about it.

"Is something wrong with you?" He glowered at her as he crossed his arms defensively over his chest, "What you are saying didn't make sense to me."

Blinking twice, his lips parted when he saw her kneeling on the ground, positioned in front of his hard cock.

He muttered a curse under his breath when she glanced up at him while she was on his knees.

"I want Princess Alisabethe to see us so that she wouldn't attempt to own you again."

"We don't have to do that to prove that we are together." Apollyon was surprised he was still capable of speech when his thoughts had scattered from his brain, "We are blood bonded, after all."

It was the most beautiful sight—his wife's submission of this battle of wills—that a groan escaped from his throat.

Biting his lower lip, Apollyon was going to explode right then and there from this visual stimulation.

"I want to throw our blood bond in her face," Luna said calmly as she tugged at the fabric of his trousers, lowering them for easy access. He almost lost the conversation before the words sank in.

Throwing the blood bond in Princess Alisabethe's face?

Did Luna want this, or was this for the sake of making a point—to execute her revenge for the Spring Princess due to jealousy?

Apollyon shook his head and gave her the benefit of the doubt.

'It must be the pregnancy hormones talking.' Apollyon thought.

"We can do it in private." Apollyon's nostrils flared as he settled his large hand at the back of her head, combing his fingers with the silver strands of her hair and kneading her scalp at the same time.

He emphasized each word, "Behind. Closed. Doors."

Vampire wives became clingy and obsessive with their husbands during the duration of a woman's pregnancy.

This wasn't new, so it was his responsibility as a husband to adjust and understand his wife.

"I want to show her who owns you, Apollyon." Gritting her teeth, Luna grabbed a fistful of his trousers, shaking him, "I hate that she couldn't even acknowledge that the man she's claiming is married!"

Apollyon's stomach dropped, and it took him a long minute to respond,

He closed his eyes and exhaled in disappointment.

"So it's not about your desire to have sexual congress with me." Apollyon kept his hands off her, letting her go.

He glanced at anything but her as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "You want to inflict pain on Princess Alisabethe for her insolence."

There was a deadly pause, and Apollyon's body flushed hot with suppressed anger mixed with lust.

"Luna." Clenching his hands into fists, he fought the greatest seducer by not touching himself and make himself come to get rid of the throbbing ache in his balls.

This felt like another déjà vu.

He was tempted, but he just had to make sure before they do it. "I don't wish to pressure you with my needs, but we needed to address the elephant in this narrow alley."

Sitting quietly on the ground, Luna folded her legs under her thighs while resting her buttocks at her heels.

"What elephant?" Luna asked, uncertain. "There is no elephant."

Realizing that he can't bear to look away, Apollyon gazed at her.

At the same time, his insides burned with passion, "When we are at home, you didn't want to mate with me while we are in bed together, and I respected your decision, content with the intimate touches you allow me."

"The moment my caresses became more intimate, you fake a yawn, tell me you are exhausted, and then we slept, and I let you, but you can't hide from me forever." Apollyon  scowled at her as he lifted her chin with a finger when Luna began to avert her gaze, bowing her head as if she would rather stare at the ground. "I was confused why you didn't crave me just like I craved you, and now you are telling me that you want to fuck me for all the spring faeries in 'Ostara' to witness?"

"For what purpose?" He demanded, "You are initiating sexual contact with me because you don't desire me right now." Luna flinched at his words. "You want to have your revenge with Princess Alisabethe!"