Hell's Consort

Luna had told him that he could protect her better if his hands were free.

Apollyon nodded in agreement since her logic would make sense.

If she was honest with herself, Luna didn't want her husband to carry her all the way down to the mountains to the village.

Apollyon might tell her that she didn't weigh a ton or he had immense strength as a pureblood vampire so that she wouldn't feel bad while he carried her in his arms.

She knew that both of them were tired of using their own powers.

Trickles of sweat dropped from her husband's forehead as they walked under the heat of the sun, but that wasn't the only reason.

Even if his mind was in no position to use high-level magic from his ear-splitting headaches because of the alcohol he drank, Apollyon did it despite being exhausted from the aerial barriers he made to keep the militia of the Spring Courts at bay.

She repeatedly licked her lips as she wiped the sheen of sweat on her cheeks, chin and forehead that it became a habit.

Luna was also drained and dehydrated for using her own blood for her Archdemon Magic to create portals to different Realms.

Still, at least, she was now lying on the large wolf's back—who had the name Xerxes--while Apollyon's sister flew twenty feet above them using her head.

Lips parting in amazement, Luna stared at Apollyon's sister flying with the faerie wings on either side of her head where her ears should have been, her long chestnut hair fluttering along with the wind currents.

They were descending to the village at a slow pace, and the occasional blow of the hot breeze alleviated her discomfort.

At least, she wasn't exerting any effort anymore by walking and keeping herself upright when all she desired to do was lie down like this.

Earlier, when she slipped on a rock and tumbled downhill, Luna wished it could roll forever until she arrived at the foot of the mountains to the village without effort.

Unfortunately, she didn't think she had enough strength and gut to turn herself into a 'wheel' in fear of not returning into a human form again.

A slow smile crossed her face.

She was grateful that the wolf was massive enough that she could lie comfortably in its back.

Luna grabbed at the tufts of its silver fur whenever she was about to fall with every rough jump so that it could avoid sharp stones and boulders in their trails.

The sun was a brilliant lantern, casting a vivid, sharp glow that was almost blinding due to the absence of the tree canopies.

As she turned her head to the side to give her husband one last look before she rested, their eyes met.

Looking at his hypnotic Prussian blue eyes, she abruptly had a strong awareness of her own heartbeat, making her nervous.

As if her smug husband knew the full effect of his charms on her, Apollyon gave her a playful smirk while he gave her a firm eye contact which gave her no choice but to avert her gaze.

The more she ogled at her husband's eyes and lips then to his muscled shoulders visible under his thin shirt,  the more her mouth became moist with increased saliva—especially when her gaze drifted through Apollyon's carotid, which she couldn't wait to sink her fangs into.

Her breath quickened as she recalled what Apollyon did last night when he put his mouth on her quim before he fell asleep and—

Breathing hard, Luna flexed her fingers as her hands tingled with the need to touch.

As if on cue, her core flooded with warmth as her inner walls squeezed, waiting for something to fill it up.

Why was she feeling like this?

Biting her lip, she rested one hand over her lower belly as she presses her inner thighs together.

This wasn't the time to be aroused when Apollyon's sister was flying overhead!

Thank the goddess!

The girl couldn't read her mind.

She focused her attention on other things instead.

Apollyon carried the fat cat in his arms like his baby and stroked the animal's head.

Luna wished that it was her head he was petting instead of that stupid cat who wouldn't even let her touch its fur.

Why did that feline come to her only at night, sleeping on her stomach, without allowing her to lay her hands on it?

She narrowed her eyes at the cat.

As if it felt her watching her with malicious intent, it matched her scrutiny with its golden gaze.

"Are you alright there, beloved?" Apollyon glanced at her with concern as he watched his path at the same time, "If I did something wrong to offend you, you have to tell me now so that I can fix it."

Until now, Luna couldn't believe that the Vampire King was capable of being sweet and considerate of her feelings.

She also had to step up her game too.

From now on, she should be careful so that she wouldn't hurt her husband with her insensitivity and stubbornness when all he desired to do was to help her.

Luna was lucky to have Apollyon when he was willing to forgive her for her past mistakes and accept her wholeheartedly, trusting her enough not to do it again.

If that wasn't true love, then she didn't know what was.

Luna sighed. "No, nothing Is wrong."

'I was just aroused, hungry and exhausted at the same time.' She thought, but she stripped off the desperation so that Apollyon wouldn't detect them at the back of his mind.

Knowing him, he would probably suggest they hide behind a bush or something while they make his sister wait, and that shouldn't happen.

Better not to say anything.

"I will sleep, husband."  Luna settled a forearm over her eyes while her other hand stroked the wolf's thick fur on the side of its belly. "Wake me up when we get there."