Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Her husband didn't like it when she was just merely followed specific etiquette rules that Apollyon's new Fae valet informed them follow—to make small talk to the man at her left side.

A man that wasn't her husband.

Was Apollyon never tired that she was the only woman he would pay attention to—see and talk to—from the moment he woke up in the morning and fall asleep at almost midnight?

Because of her pregnancy, she had lived like a hermit and forgot how to socialize.

Here comes her husband, ruining her every attempt of her practice.

This was the first time in a long while where she was out and introduced to society, her stomach as large and round as a full moon in the night sky.

"Wife." Apollyon whispered and she felt his lip brush against her ear while his chin rested on the crook of her neck, sending delightful shivers down her spine.

Her eyes widened and she was as surprised at her husband's behavior as the duke.

Apollyon seemed to have twisted his entire body so that he could lean and drape the warmth of his broad chest on her upper back that was a little bare because it was cut too low similar to the front.

She wore no sleeves.

Her large breasts and the ribbon circling around her abdomen was the only thing that had fastened the gown together.

Luna smirked.

It seemed like Apollyon was bored shitless, acting like a jealous little child trying to steal all of her attention.

It wasn't like she was his favorite toy that had been taken away by a playmate.

It seemed like he didn't give her much of a choice when he interrupted their conversation by calling her name over and over again.

Tilting his head, the old, silver-haired duke's wrinkled face reflected discomfiture as her husband began to pepper her shoulders with nibbles.

As he flicked his gaze at him and returned to her face, he hinted to end their conversation about… goddess!

Her thoughts were in turmoil.

She couldn't remember.

Not when her husband's hand went under the table and squeezed her inner thigh.

Turning her back on the other man, Luna looked at Apollyon helplessly.

"What do you want now?" Luna asked crisply but she already knew what he was doing.

Apollyon had seduced her with in public but he had no guts to follow his actions through in private.

Such a cruel libertine!

"You are wearing something indecent." Her heart was beat was wild and anxious as Apollyon's scrutiny fluttered at her creamy white breasts before resting on the nape of her neck. His voice growled, adding, "I mulled it over twice but I can't let it slide that your bodice was cut too low and the duke seemed to be too focused on something other than your beautiful face.

"There, I said it. " A touch of red flushed his high cheekbones that was chiseled to perfection. "In addition to that, the white gown is as pale as you that I fear you have become transparent as a ghost." Luna frowned slightly for what he said was the exact opposite of the admiring gaze he was currently giving them.

Either, Apollyon was jesting or he was as domineering as ever, hating the fact that she was showing off her goods… or maybe, he just couldn't resist her charms.

One possessive arm rested on her armchair and he leaned in to stroke the snow globes of flesh with a forefinger. "Maybe, you should return to the royal bedchamber instead of welcoming our visitors, wife."

His hand drifted on her large stomach and Luna interrupted him before he could comment further, "Apollyon." Placing a palm over his mouth to quiet him earned her a scowl that drew his dark brows together over the scorching blue of his eyes. "No one is trying to seduce a pregnant woman…" She trailed off in a small voice, embarrassed.

How many times had she told him that no one else in interested in snagging her away except for Ravin, perhaps?

Focusing on her, Apollyon stared without remorse. "I will say what I must say or do to keep you safe. Don't test me. I will lock you inside the room if I have to." Her stomach plummeted when his muffled words reminded of something that happened in the past. " I did it once and I will do it again."

He had simply changed the setting of her confinement—from an ivory tower to a quiet country manor—and gave her a bit of freedom.

Did he have this strange fantasy of locking her in an empty room, tying her up in chains, working her up and then leaving her afterward to pine after him, wondering when he would come back and bring him to climax?

Luna shouldn't be shocked considering how he participated in those bed games as the Vampire King.

"Apollyon. " Her tensed muscles betrayed the lilting voice of laughter she faked for the peers when they started to glance at their table with invasive interest. "I thought you promised not to do that again, beloved!" She managed to say, reining her disappointment.

Luna withdrew her hand from his parted lips as if she was scalded by his statement but the problem was, her husband's moist tongue has pushed against her palm in a long lick, leaving a trail of wet fire in its wake.

Oh my goddess! Her husband had turned into a 'snake man.

Luna's posture straightened as she struggled to regain her composure.

Please no!

Maybe, he was feeling amorous tonight.

Her husband took advantage of her shock and laced their fingers together before he kissed the back of her hand.

His thumb stroke the side of her finger while he watched her drowsily.

He must have been possessed by the spirit of the debauchery like what the housemaid warned her about.

Luna frowned.

Since, they already figured out what usually occurs during Fae celebrations, these kind girls gave her a subtle advice about not taking her eyes off her husband.