Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For  Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Three loud knocks hit the door, and they both halted from fucking like rabbits cooped up in their burrows.

Shocked, she shut her mouth so that she didn't make a sound.

It was fortunate that the force of their knocking wasn't hard enough to destroy the door itself.

Luna curled her fingers on the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles.

Her husband's long-sleeved jacket was still on. Yet, the first few buttons were unclasped.

The fabric near his stomach was ripped into shreds while she was in a hurry to unbuckle his pants to expose his manhood, mindlessly riding him like he was her warhorse.

If someone would ask her what took them so long in the chamber to wear the armor suit, she could use that as an excuse that she was practicing for the upcoming duel—well, just in case the judges (the Summer Monarchs) and the spectators would demand to see a joust between the duelists.

After giving Apollyon a small nod, she slowly turned her head in the direction of the door.

The simple movement made her wince, feeling full from her husband's immense size that she felt like he was everywhere.

Nevertheless, Luna didn't expect Apollyon to stop ramming his cock inside her inner walls.

She thought he would go on and on, regardless if other creatures were aware of their deeds.

"Our five minutes is done." Her husband whispered.

She returned her gaze to peek at him, "I don't hear any further knocks."

His hand adjusted from her waist and settled to the underside of her breasts.

Her core was wet and aching, still hungry for her husband's seed to spill inside her.

She bit her lip and cursed in her mind.

It had been too long for them.

Why were they experiencing constant interruption during the sexual congress?

Luna wanted to shout her query to the world.

Will a reasonable explanation would come back to her?

If she heard another knock on the other side of this chamber, she swore she would go ballistic and kill whoever it was if she couldn't come at this moment.

They would become her first victim before her duel with Princess Ourania.

Blinking in silence, she waited as she scowled at the entrance.

"Are you still there, Your Highnesses?"

Her mind blanked as her mind processed that familiar voice, and she muttered in relief.

Thank the goddess. It's not Ravin or Sloth.

Maybe, Sloth wasn't finished with putting on the armor suit.

Ravin must be helping him since he is slow to figure it out.

The Archdemon didn't need to wear the armor.

"He got the wrong timing," Apollyon muttered as his hand trailed upwards to cup one breast.

"Leave the Fae sentinel be." Luna replied, "Just focus on making me come, or you will be my second victim for strangulation next to the sentinel."

That same wandering hand of his wrapped around the sides of her neck, and it wasn't tight enough to choke.

"My mate is a savage." His Prussian Blue eyes glittered like diamonds in the dim light.  "I like that."

Apollyon smirked, and she mirrored the same.

The Faerie Sentinel must have heard their conversation that he felt the need to speak again when nobody answered him. "Your Highnesses. Princess Ourania and Sir Tristan already ascended from the underground. They are waiting for you there to show up with the other Prince. You can feel that the hypogeum's ground is shaking right now from the massive crowd seated on the colosseum." Luna could sense the inaudible panic in his tone.

"I predict they are more than a thousand of Summer Faerie had gathered here to watch since women's duels were extremely rare in this Realm."

'Thousands, huh?' She thought to herself as her husband caressed her throat up and down, similar to how she would pump his cock with her fingers if given a chance.

"Sentinel. It's not the ground that is quaking for my wife and me but the cot." He ground his teeth as he growled,  "Give us some privacy if you don't want me cut you into pieces and feed you to the tigers I saw in its cell on the way here--"

Finally, the Summer Fae got the idea as he responded in a panic voice.  "Yes, Your Highness. I will tell the rest of the duelists to wait a bit more—"

The sound of heavy footsteps became lighter in her ears as they scampered away from the small chamber as per the Vampire King's command.

"If I hear another interruption, I'm going to kill that someone. No questions asked." His tone was sharp with sexual frustration. If she weren't frustrated too, she would have laughed at his serious countenance. "It might be rude for me to ask you this, but five minutes wouldn't be enough. I need thirty minutes."

Letting out a short gasp, her eyes widened in shock when he declared, "Let them wait like the way they treated us."

Her mouth opened to respond, but Apollyon began to move already as he continued to shove his cock into her--up and down.

Luna caught the primitive rhythm in an instant as she impaled herself over and over.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Every fiber of her being was so tight and hot—especially her quim, and her nether lips clung to his hard shaft for dear life as he went in and out.  In and out. "Apollyon! Ahh." She couldn't take it anymore. " I— I'm going to—"

Apollyon was picking up speed, and her pleasure was gaining momentum.

His teeth were gritted as he grunted from the exertion.

"Oh, goddess." Luna hissed.

Their heartbeat drummed alongside their quickened breaths.

Brows furrowed from concentration; she felt like she was about to scream.

She squeezed her eyes shut and cried, "AH!"

Her tensed muscles relaxed when both of them reached their orgasm.

Apollyon shot jets of semen inside her.

It was warm.

"Mmm." The chocolate scent of his cum wrapped around her like a cloak that she felt like she had bathed in a tub full of his seed.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Yes." Smiling from ear to ear,  Luna allowed herself to collapse on top of him as she murmured, "You are my lucky charm."