Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For the Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Don't." A shake in the head. "I'll do something about this," Luna told him as she tugged the bodice of her dress upwards to cover her tits.

Apollyon frowned at her delicate collarbones before his gaze went back to her determined countenance.

Would this be the last time he would ever see those twin… pink rosebuds?

The blue fabric barely clung to the valley of her breasts that Luna had to press her palm over them all the time to avoid more exposure.

Apollyon gave his wife an apologetic look after destroying such a lovely gown.

Oh, well.

He would rather take that regret back.

It wasn't like this was the first time he had done this.

His wife didn't complain until his ears fell off, so he took that as a positive sign.

The only difference was that his wife had one less decent clothing throughout their journey while the Archdemons were around.

That was the problem.

"I made the fire, so I will be the one who is going to put it out."

If Summer Faeries had witnessed this from down below, it would appear like a floating bonfire in the inky darkness of the mountain forest.

Luna made Archdemon Magic look so easy she put out the growing fire from the tall tree.

She only had to close her eyes in silence.

With a simple flick of her hand, she summoned formless water spirits from the cascades falling unto the pool who threw themselves to the crown of the tree, raining freshwater droplets around them. At least, they weren't close enough to get. Apollyon couldn't tell what type of Archdemon spell was used since he wasn't one of their kind.

The only thing he could do was watch her naked spine playing peek-a-boo with her long silver hair--from her nape down to the small of her back—in fascination rather than thinking about how to become an Archdemon in the quickest way possible.

Apollyon was a hopeless husband.

It was either he was too enamored by his wife that he started to wonder if Luna had put a spell on him aside from the mating bond, or he desired to be seen as more powerful than her by turning into one of their Kind.

After his wife finished dealing with the incident, she spun around and walked towards him with a satisfied smile.

When she stood in front of him, he asked with eyes feigned with innocence, "Did you come?"

Caught off guard, Luna's eyes widened from his query before they narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her lips as if he should know the answer to that.

"You want me to—"

His wife cut him off with a heavy sigh as she hugged herself, trying to keep her tattered blue gown together.

"It will take a lot of work and—" She peered at him beneath her lashes, "-- I had lost my mood from the fire."

Apollyon's smile grew. "You must be underestimating my skills, wife."

"The fire just reminded me of what I was supposed to do here, and that isn't…." Luna stuttered, blushing, "—that isn't—" She shook her head, "This isn't it."

"Are  you still angry about the Goddess?"

"No." Luna's gaze went past his face to look behind him--straight to the waterfalls. "We should return to the rock shelter before Ravin does something crazy to Xerxes and Princess Sapphire."

"What if I don't want to?"  Apollyon tilted his head in a challenge.  "And why do you always care about what the Archdemon would do when you aren't around?"

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ravin and Sloth aren't going anywhere. They wouldn't hurt anyone." He told her, but he wasn't really certain what those two can do with their master's spoken boundaries.

Never mind.

It was time to distract his wife from finishing their playtime.

"I want to be inside you," Apollyon said boldly, making it known that he didn't like that it was cut short. "I apologize about earlier if I hurt you."

"I was not in the right state of mind." He traced her arm with his fingertips and murmured, "I will be gentle."

She acted like she didn't want more, but she leaned closer to him, "You didn't hurt me, but right now, your face doesn't look like you are going to be gentle."

Apollyon let out a good-natured chuckle. "What's with my face?"

"You look like a rogue vampire plagued with blood lust that you might as well be an uncouth young male with  his tongue lolled out, stalking a young female in heat  in mating season."

For a moment, Apollyon stopped to think her implication.

Did his countenance make him look like a rogue vampire ridden with blood lust?

That's….

That's…

His wife will be the first and the last woman who can insult him like this.

"I don't want to hurt you and the baby, Luna." He said, offended. "What kind of father and husband do you think I am?"

He cared about her more than that… Archdemon bastard!

"Are you still hungry for blood?"

"No, but I'm hungry for something else." He cleared his throat and puffed his chest out while placing both hands behind his back, "Sexual congress will put you in a good mood, so it's also good for the baby."

Luna shook her head, and her expression looked like she was trying hard not to burst out laughing, "Are you sure that you didn't faint with just hunger, Apollyon? Because your words aren't convincing me enough."

"It's not like I am desperate to do it, wife, believe me." He refused to meet her penetrating gaze as he continued explaining, " It's some sexual medicine. I don't know how to explain this, but I had a discussion with Prince Aspen about this before."

"Prince Aspen?"

"Yes. The subject came up, and I forgot the reason." Apollyon lied. This time he was confident enough to give eye contact, "He must be asking other men so that he could apply the knowledge in case Lady Clarence bore him a child by accident."

"Right." Luna nodded slowly.  "If you really insist, I can make you feel good."