Hell's Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Just like earlier, her husband gathered all the pillows and positioned them behind her upper back. Then, he settled her gently into the pale salmon cushions, handling her with care as if she was his favorite rose.

It wasn't like she was a flower that would get damaged if her petals were handled roughly, but Apollyon was adamant that he treat her that way at all times.

After tucking her into the bed and covered her with the blankets up to her waist, Apollyon lifted one knee after another as he climbed next to her.

He was rubbing the strands of her silver hair with his thumb and forefinger, similar to what he would do to make her nipples pucker up, but she averted her gaze so that she could allow her dirty thoughts to fade away.

Luna should remember that she was tired!

"When will the time comes when you don't have to tell the truth without restraint?"

Luna almost flinched when her husband spoke abruptly after she had allowed her mind to focus on the crickets' lullaby.

Blinking slowly, Luna replied without looking at him.  "I don't know, husband. I am an Archdemon but a lot of restrictions were placed on me."

Then, Apollyon's hand right next to her lifted her head so that she could bury one arm beneath her. Luna's eyes slightly widened in understanding, and she used him as an arm pillow.

"I hated it when you think you have gone insane when you are not. You shouldn't care for what the mind says is real or not real." Apollyon murmured as his other hand closed over her to caress her baby bump,  "If you are insane then what am I?"

Luna had little energy to giggle at him, but she did.

Right.

If she were insane, Luna would hail her husband as the God of Insanity from how impulsive and rash he was--especially when another creature pissed him off.

He was prone to rage and selfishness in the past.

At least, Luna's husband was now aware of his weakness.

In turn, being with Apollyon also made her aware of her own faults.

They don't have to reject and push personal conflicts by dismissing them and shoving them under the rug.

They only have to be aware of their mistakes, acknowledge that they have hurt other people in the process, and do better.

Having negative emotions was normal since nobody here was perfect and flawless, but it was an individual's reaction to every situation that can make or break the character.

All creatures in the Material Realm had the right to develop their character if they desired to be the best person they can be.

Being married to Apollyon was a difficult challenge to handle in the early stages.

She was glad that her husband had been working on his patience from the moment he got married to Luna, and that was what mattered the most to her.

Even Luna, herself, had practiced self-control in the midst of provocation, and Apollyon's mother was an obstacle she wished she could eliminate.

Princess Ourania was a piece of work and a threat to her peace.

But, Apollyon was right when he said that they should not be bothered by her presence.

'Don't feed her with negativity and simply ignore.'

Apollyon's mother was proved to be a difficult dare to their composure.

"I don't want you to be dictated or controlled about anything."  His Prussian Blue eyes met hers when she turned to face him.

Luna stretched one arm around his large torso to return his warm embrace.

She couldn't help but notice how beautiful they were, especially if he regarded her with love and adoration.

Her heart hammered, and it seemed to rise to her throat.

She couldn't respond for a minute, speechless and overwhelmed by how much her husband cared about her.

He wasn't ashamed to tell her that he was worried despite his amusing sexual perversion.

Can she find another husband like this one in another life?

"It is what it is, Apollyon." Luna sighed in regret. She would have a lifetime and an afterlife full of regret if she would lose him and take him for granted, "I just have to accept this and wait until it's gone."

"Don't resist and take that memory seriously because it will turn out fine. Your mind is  just a monkey puppet on strings." Apollyon's tone was a bit hard, as if he was a military general telling her to get her shit together. However, Luna knew that he only meant well.  "It talks you into your fears and doubts when you could playfully dwell on our time together instead."

"My mood for you has been ruined twice," Luna told him.

He replied softly, 'I know you wouldn't be keen if I pull your heartstrings to bring happiness."

"You are still adorable to me. I apologize that I am like this," Luna bit her lower lip as she peered at him between her lashes, "I apologize that I am like this. Please understand that it had nothing to do with you."

"Then, you wouldn't play with me?" Apollyon's velvet black eyebrows were drawn together, and his blue eyes glowed almost close to silver.

In the blink of an eye, his icy silver-blue gaze smoldered, and his pupils dilated in an instant until the blue was nearly consumed in black.

"You don't want me to make you orgasm?" He asked, "Maybe, that will loosen up how tense you are."

She gasped.

"No. You probably wouldn't let me rest." Luna said softly, "I'm exhausted."

"I will make you more exhausted."

"Apollyon—"

"You don't have to do anything, beloved." His voice stopped her. " I will just make you come quickly before you fall asleep."

She brought her eyes back to his, "How about you? I can't serve you."

"As long as you will make it up to me tomorrow." Apollyon murmured as he stared at her lips,  "I will be alright."

Luna could feel Apollyon's hand moved lower between her thighs and lifted the thin layers of her turquoise skirts to her stomach, slipping through her underwear.