Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (December 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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After arguing with Luna over keeping her on the balcony rather than showing her the vineyards in the Estate during the first day of winter just like he promised earlier,  she finally gave in to his reasonable conditions.

Scowling at him, Luna jutted her chin proudly and stated that she had no intention of visiting the garden anymore because soaking in warm water made her want to sleep.

"Then, if you agreed with my decision, why do you have to pick a fight with me, beloved?" Exasperated, Apollyon folded his arms, pinning her with his speculative gaze. At the same time, the maidservants dressed her up efficiently in a long-sleeved gown with an empire waist to accommodate her enormous bump.

From the way she unconsciously cradled her stomach with both hands, Luna replied confidently that she had welcomed her uncontrollable urge to argue with him for argument's sake because she felt like it.

Apollyon's brows knitted in confusion when he asked her why but she just gave her a nonchalant shrug and caught each of her birth attendant s' eyes as if she expected them to side with her instead of him.

Wow.

And here he thought that his wife had finally gotten over this vexatious trait of her!

He sighed and rubbed a palm across his face.

Now, he had figured out that his wife was secretly playing games with him.

Queen Morgan had warned her about this—that pregnant women can be sometimes incorrigible.

Apollyon thought that Queen Morgan was giving these women a bad reputation, but he couldn't quite believe that there was an ounce of truth in it.

Sometimes, these overwhelming emotions might drown a pregnant woman's logic.

However, Apollyon must be understanding since the pregnancy was a challenging endeavour that people with cocks like him wouldn't comprehend.

There might be times where their request didn't make sense at all, and the only way to survive was to do what they said, no matter how ridiculous it was.

'As long as nobody was hurt.' He repeated that like a mantra in his head.

Was this what a pregnant woman usually do when she was resting on the bed for the whole week without her husband, and the instant he returned, he would have to deal with the result of her boredom?

Luna was well-aware that it was such awful behaviour since he didn't hold back from telling her what he thought of her excuse.

Still, she blamed her irritation on the pregnancy instead of informing him that the orgasm he had given her at the bathtub was pleasurable, but it made her breasts and quim too sensitive that it was almost painful.

Nevertheless, Luna told her that she had no plans on doing that again, and Apollyon agreed.

He used to be a voyeur with the harem girls from his Consortium, but he wouldn't attempt doing that with his wife in front of these strangers again.

It was fortunate that the maidservants he gathered in the royal bed-chamber were all women!

Now, two female Faeries inserted one green ribbon on the eyelets from her shoulder to her forearm on each bell-shaped sleeve and adjusted it accordingly so that they wouldn't come loose with just a tiny movement.

One maid dried Luna's short silver hair with a cloth and fashioned them to curl around her jawline with a comb, framing her face with elegance.

Not a single strand was out of place.

Despite the ache in her back, Luna straightened her spine as he watched her naked and ripe, feminine figure with a long and deliberate stare, hoping to unnerve her, but she stood there in front of him.

There was a subtle smugness in her countenance that made him smirk.

After what they had done earlier, she must have thrown her modesty out the window for her to act like this.

Her attitude made her appear like a snake shedding its old skin once in a while.

Hopefully, this beloved wife before him wasn't Lilith.

From how this provocative woman moved, Apollyon was sure this was his wife.

Luna.

His Vampire-Archdemon Empress had this wild chaos that excited her mind, body and soul.

No one else in this Realm could compare to his mate.

Other women seemed to fall away from his sight the instant he fixates on her and those pretty emerald greens, Apollyon knew he was done for.

Apollyon was not a Vampire Monarch in his beloved's company but simply a man with tunnel vision.

With sweat trickling down their forehead, the maidservants tended his wife's appearance to look perfect in his standards as if their lives were on the line.

Well, Apollyon might have turned into an Autumn Prince in this Kingdom, but he rarely cared about how he looked like in other creatures' eyes as a Monarch ever since he became married to his wife.

He had a crystal clear vision of what was important to him, and it was the safety of his future family.

The Vampire Realm came in second.

He only cared about what Luna thought of him, and he was confident that she was never concerned about other people's opinions.

She would follow her heart, and Apollyon was also her heart, wasn't he?

Even his Apollyon's face, whom she claimed she was so in love with, triggered her fight and flight response.

Now that the dust had settled, Apollyon carried her and stalked towards the rocking chair to let her sit there, and he ordered one birth attendant to fetch the umbrella at the corner of the fireplace since the snow had started to fall.

Blushing furiously,  she lowered her gaze as if the floor caught her interest more than him, acting as if it was a crime to look him in the eyes.

Apollyon couldn't blame her after what he and his wife had done in front of the maidservants.

He took the umbrella from her hands before she hurried back to the room with the rest of the attendants.