Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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The birth attendant told them that they were very rare instances where the husband would experience this malady especially when his every waking thoughts and emotions were too involved in his wife's pregnancy.

The rest of the women reluctantly nodded their heads in agreement after Luna confirmed that they were mated with the blessing of the gods and goddesses.

Luna also mentioned the mind link as well which explained everything.

It supported the birth attendant's assumption and Luna believed it wholeheartedly.

Apollyon refused to drink her blood and the fact still wounded her.

Maybe, she did deserve to feel this miserable.

An eye for an eye.

Was this her husband's revenge for preferring Ravin's blood to his?

Luna wondered if Apollyon had also arrived at the same conclusion based on how he acted as of late.

It seemed like her husband had gone a little cold after she started drinking from Ravin's flesh under his supervision.

Apollyon must have witnessed how her skin had flushed with warmth, her tongue darting out to lick the blood trickling down the corner of her lips while she watched Apollyon with a heavy-lidded gaze.

Didn't her husband notice how her eyes had shone, glossing over and softening with desire as her fangs sunk into Ravin's wrist?

How all of her muscles suddenly lost its tension while her legs parted without meaning to?

Was Apollyon mad at her or mad at himself for their circumstances?

Luna wasn't certain and she was also afraid to ask and risk Apollyon's ire.

Her husband refused to talk about the subject but Luna knew he resented her for showing the kind of face she should only make in the presence of a lover. It was supposed to be reserved for the bedroom with him.

Unfortunately, the Archdemon had seen it even if the overwhelming desire she felt wasn't for his benefit but an unconscious reaction to the blood.

If Apollyon found out that she was truly aroused by Ravin himself and not just because of his demonic essence, that would only confirm the niggling suspicion he had.

Even if she convinced her husband that she never loved the Archdemon as his mate, Apollyon would, no doubt, treat it bitterly as an irrevocable truth.

He will take out his bitter frustrations on the Archdemon, attempting to beat him to a bloody pulp.

His outrage would sow discord in Hazelnut Manor and he wouldn't care if someone got hurt.

Head will roll and hot tempers would rise.

But, broken furnitures and holes in the walls that their builders tried so hard to repair still wouldn't change the fact that the Archdemon Familiar was his mate.

Luna should know better than to give a reaction of any kind to this new sustenance or her husband might use that against her and accused her of cheating.

His possessiveness will lead to aggression but he wouldn't really aim it at her but towards the Demon Kind.

'Apollyon would never hurt her. His behavior would most likely lean towards 'protective' but she wouldn't like to test that assumption if someone challenged her of its validity.'

She pondered with resolution as she slightly leaned her weight to her maids' forearm when she offered to help her stand, clasping her elbows firmly in her grip so that they could start with the dress-up.

Apollyon already warned her that her pregnancy might increase his territorial tendencies than normal so she must be prepared of what her husband might be willing to do.

'I would kill and die for you.' These words remained unspoken but she knew deep in her gut that Apollyon meant it.

Her maidservant's soft, bewildered voice interrupted her from her reverie, asking if she had done something wrong or did her fingers held her arms too tightly that Luna had paled from the hurt.

Luna shook her head and quickly reassured the girl with a shaky laugh that nothing was amiss.

As her husband, Apollyon found no other choice but to agree with this arrangement since Ravin's blood was the only thing that would stop her Archdemon soul from knocking at the gates of Hell.

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Aside from celebrating the good harvest which will hopefully encourage the goddess of luck to bestow them with fortune and victory over their enemies, titled ladies and gentlemen will scamper, frolic and dance around the Great Hall tonight, each raising a goblet of wine over their heads and engaging in flirty banters with Faeries of the opposite sex.

Their new Household would celebrate the first ice wine harvest with the ruling nobilities which Queen Morgan and her Cadre would attend.

The Council and the Autumn Militia will remain in the Autumn Palace to protect the heart of the Kingdom.

Despite the siege that had happened two months ago including the mini-attacks in the area that had brought minimal casualties, their own servants had adorned Hazelnut Manor with style and it didn't escape Apollyon's watchful eye.

He ordered his butler to gather all the people who helped with the decoration in the kitchen and he didn't hold back in giving them well-deserved compliments. Luna wasn't there with him while he praised everyone for their impeccable taste.

She had heard the story from one of her maidservants who assisted her with the white gown that showed off too much cleavage as she would have liked every time she straightened her posture.

The edge of the bodice was just one inch away from exposing her tits.

Sadly, the simple act of exhalation was a chore for it made her breasts bounce, bringing more attention to the area that she wished to cover.

Frowning at her provocative decolletage, Luna wouldn't think that her husband would approve.

If he saw her like this, he will have an apoplectic fit or… she could ask him to simply ignore it after a passing comment or two.

If Apollyon didn't find it strange in the first place, the guests would follow suit.

In addition to that, she had also worn gowns that were more provocative than this.