Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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She let out a delighted laugh before nuzzling at his neck. "At least I had a taste of you now."

One of Apollyon's hands rested on Luna's buttocks while the other circled her back to support her weight so she wouldn't fall.

As if reading his mind, Luna raised both of her legs to lock around his hips while her fingers rested on his nape.

After tearing his collar into pieces with her claws, Luna's tongue was a soft, moist stroke on his left shoulder as she lapped at the blood, nipping at the piercing with her fangs—so opposite from the electric aggression which made the hairs on his skin stand on its end.

Apollyon's entire body was hypersensitive to her touch and the texture of garments abrading his skin.

Now,  Apollyon was her prey, and she had set her sights on him with a one-track mind, almost tearing the skin of his ivory flesh overwhelmed by this primal instinct.

At first, doubts began to creep his thoughts regarding this woman's identity that he halted in his tracks, fighting the compulsion to rip the front of her emerald gown he chose at the dress shop because it matched the gorgeous color of her eyes.

He was petty with the dressmaker, but at least, he got it for his wife for free.

"Luna. Reassure me if this is still you. " He pulled her a mass of the thick silver hair, forcing her to face him. "Your eyes have turned black."

"Hm." She hummed as her lips curved in a playful smirk which made his fangs lengthen. "What if I tell you I'm Luna when I am not, husband. Would you catch on quickly?"

Lustful rage twisted in his gut, and his arousal hurt like a bitch, straining against his trousers. "Don't jest with something as serious as this or we would stop."

Tilting her head, she brushed her warm fingertips lightly against his nape.

The humid breeze coming from the open balcony overlooking the lake didn't cool the fever in his blood either.

"Your blackmail wouldn't work, Apollyon." Luna smiled as she let brushed the globes of her breasts against his firm pectorals. "I will make sure of that."

Luna dug her hands through his raven locks and pulled his mouth to slam against hers.

Apollyon loved the taste of her blood as he playfully nicked her lower lip to taste them.

Their tongues tangled, danced, licking, and sucking.

Her arousal mixed the scent of her blood, luscious citrus fruits, and the scent of rich pine cones permeating through the air, which made him harden even more as he gripped her wide hips.

Apollyon abruptly remembered their heiress when Luna's baby bump was pressed against his abdomen, and he wrenched his mouth from her in a low growl before adjusting his hold on her.

He needed to take it slow for her so that it wouldn't hurt their beloved Leo.

Lifting her, his big hands cradled her buttocks while she wrapped her legs around his waist tight.

Even if his need for his wife threatened to enslave him, Apollyon's consciousness tried reaching out to her, and he couldn't find any barriers put up against him, which was a surprise.

If he could, it could be easy for him to merge and take over her because she was vulnerable.

Too vulnerable.

It made Apollyon felt a pang in his heart but one that felt right.

There was a lightness in his limbs as happiness radiated through his chest.

Luna had destroyed the walls she established against his possible invasion of privacy, letting her guard down and surrendered to him—completely at his mercy.

If she kept this up without acting so defensive every time, the more Apollyon wanted to trust her and not interfere with her thoughts, digging her memories without consent so that he could figure out that the truth.

Luna didn't have anything to hide from him, and that made him back off from probing her memories in Hell.

He will accept this rightful closure—not opening the covered wound so that healing can progress faster no matter how slow, and he will partake in his wife's healing of the mind.

If Apollyon knew what's best for their relationship, he wouldn't dare open the 'Pandora's Box' so that the insidious Archdemons and her experiences in Hell wouldn't put a wedge between them.

Never again would he allow that.

No Archdemons can separate him from his true mate, especially the babe in his wife's stomach.

Their power dynamic was now reversed instantly, just from the change of her green eyes into midnight black with overly bright diamond sparkles.

Hissing with clenched teeth as his lust slammed into him like a sledgehammer, Apollyon stalked towards the bed with her in tow without effort.

He gently placed her on the bed before he got out of his clothes, lifted her skirts, and brushed his hand against the damp curl between her thighs.

Apollyon came down on top of her, pinning her down.

Apollyon's lips crushed hers at the same time he shoved two digits inside her quim as he mimicked the sexual thrusts taking her higher… faster…harder before she screamed and broke apart.

Her inner muscles clenched so tight that Apollyon wished to replace his fingers with his cock inside her, dripping with her cum.

Luna's arms slipped around his back when he leaned closer, loving the sensation of her pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest.

As his mouth trailed kisses from her jawline to her ears, Apollyon could feel his spine lock as he pushed his cock in her quim, balls deep inside her.

Her quim clamped him so hard when Apollyon pushed both of her spread thighs to the lace coverlet made of spun in gold.

He could perceive her secret flesh pulsing like a drum against his shaft as their blood ran hot in through their veins while she milked him with her warm and wet juices.

He felt so good that all he can do was groan whenever the tip of his prick hit her cervix.

"I still love you. And not even the end of the world can stop me from doing that." Apollyon growled while his noisy breaths matching his every thrust. "Don't you ever think that you have become dirty just because that bastard touched you through his deception.You are not!"

"You are still mine and that wouldn't change. " He bared his teeth in righteous anger. "I will make sure that he will pay for what he did!"

Luna's hand on Apollyon's shoulder raised to trace his sharp cheekbones with his fingertips.

He kissed her once, twice… and it felt like it was never-ending.

"Thank you for loving me." She rubbed her nose against his. "I love you too."

Nostrils flaring, his cock hardened, even more, when her feminine musk wrapped around him like a drug, holding him prisoner as he pounded into her with such possessive fury that he was half-afraid that he would break the bed in this suite.

"Oh, Goddess!" Luna arched into him as she matched into the wild, rough rhythm Apollyon had set. He devoured her screams to keep her silent without alerting the whole tavern that they were making love.

A snarl tore from his gravelly throat, which was almost unrecognizable, and he spilled his seed into her.

Her ink-black eyes shifted into her normal emerald ones, and Apollyon exhaled, grateful that the change of his wife's eye color wasn't anything serious.

He would hate having sexual congress with Lilith without knowing it.

Luna didn't have to carry his weight, so he quickly rolled to the side when it was done and pulled her in his embrace.

Both of them were still breathing hard from the erotic exertion, and they stayed like that for a good five minutes to enjoy the afterglow, completely sated to the bones.

Sexual congress was a good stress reliever.

All the tension in his muscles loosened into relaxation, and it was the only highlight—the good part--of his bad day starting from the Spring Court's betrayal.

Having a wife by your side at all times was a blessing he wouldn't take for granted.

Apollyon's lids grew heavy until it fell shut.

As he slowly drifted into slumber, Luna's words woke him up, made him alert.

"When am I going to be free from all of this, husband?" Luna asked softly. "I mean, we…" She corrected as she held his hand, which hugged her waist. "When are we going to be free?"

A pregnant pause.

"We are free now." Apollyon murmured huskily as he trailed kisses at her nape and the pale skin on her upper back. "We aren't in the Spring Courts anymore."

"Mmm." Luna hummed in her throat, which sounded almost like a moan.

"Is there something else you aren't telling me about?"

She sighed. "No, nothing."

Apollyon glared at the back of her head when he felt a slight activity in her mental defenses as if she was inconspicuously hiding her thoughts from him.  "And then, the mental shields are back." He was happy and warm earlier, and now he felt cold--emotionally cold. "It's making me a bit suspicious when you do things like this that I became obsessed." Would she think she wouldn't notice? " It's harder to sleep at night."

"I apologize. It's like… It's like a defense mechanism." Luna made amends, alarmed when she sensed him pulling back as well. "I'll take them down."

"No need." Apollyon's hands were like iron manacles on her hips when she turned to face him, keeping her in place. "Do what you want."