Hell's Consort

<strong>Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)</strong>

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<strong>Vampire King Apollyon</strong>

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Luna tried to be stubborn but all that cool facade broke down as she squirmed his embrace, making him look like an uncouth marauder in the puzzled eyes of their peers.

It seemed like his wife was still seething and couldn't bring herself to kiss him back.

Annoyed, Apollyon released his hold on her and looked down at her expressionless face as she wished. But, the corner of her pursed lips curved into a slight frown.

Her cheeks were flushed.

It amused him that she was trying too hard not to be affected, not to give in to his charms. "You wound me, wife."  He tapped the tip of her nose and it crinkled from the slight touch. "You kissed me like a dead fish to prove such as idiotic point."Apollyon secretly confessed it was an adorable fish, though, and that made him smile despite being pissed off with her eye contact with Ravin, just minutes ago. "

"Wasn't the punishing kiss done to prove your point as well?" Luna asked, one sceptical eyebrow arched.

As if on cue, his cheekbones warmed guiltily while he thought of a plausible reason to counter that.

He cleared his throat and began, "Didn't you also do the same when we got inside one of those secret rooms? Don't  tell me you forgot about that?" Apollyon smirked.

While his wife was staring deeply into his eyes, he inconspicuously plucked one hand resting on her thigh to shape her fingers on the rigid, engorged length of his arousal. "I can't understand how  you can suck me and swallow every drop of my seed and then act like you don't even want to kiss me on the mouth?" Luna let out a gasp and quickly withdrew her hand as if she was electrified by the feel of him. "And don't give me a century-old reason that you don't want to make our guests in this party uncomfortable—"

Luna made a faint scuffing sound as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You know that I will not back down on my opinion, Apollyon. These insults you inflict on me will not only wound you but our heiress. You kissed me to establish your dominance in front of everyone. Admit it."

Leaning closer, Apollyon whispered brusquely in her ear as the loud chatter in the Wine Tasting Party returned to normal now that he became aware that they weren't the only people in this world. "There is no need for that. If you prefer Ravin over your husband, make him sit here and watch over you. Come on. Spite me if you want." He goaded her while he wore a derisive smile. "Make me angrier than what you have already done."

"No."

"You might think it's alright because I am used to it. But the time will come where you will go too far and I am at my limit--"

"I want you." Luna protested and a growing sense of unease plagued her and froze her fingertips. "What are you talking about?"

"Hmm."

Apollyon left it at that and he was back to observing the guests in silence.

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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Luna trailed behind her husband while a servant stood beside him, pouring him a glass of the wine he chose to taste first. Placing her hand on his hips, she asked, "Teach me how you taste wines with the rest of the guests, Apollyon."

Looking over his shoulder, Apollyon narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion, "I already told you that you aren't allowed  to drink, didn't I?"

"I am merely curious, husband." She explained as she moved closer to hug his back without squeezing the large bump on her stomach between them.  "It looks rather fancy the way the ladies hold the stem so delicately with their pinky fingers up—" Luna trailed off.

Turning around to face her, Apollyon drawled as the back of his fingers inconspicuously caressed her aching nipple until he dropped them. "Cupping a goblet the way an aroused male would test the weight of a woman's breast would smear fingerprints over all over the clean glass."

You described it so well that I have no excuse to misunderstand." She replied with sarcasm. "Explain to me what you are doing so that on the next Wine Tasting Party, I can do some testing on my own when we visit this Estate again."

Tonight, different bottles of wine were served brought by each of their guests so that they could compare vintages and unique varieties, creating such lively discussions between the invited lords and ladies living in the neighbouring Manors to show off their best wine from their century-old cellars.

All the wines that the visitors had brought to contribute to the wine tasting party were placed on a metal box full of ice the stable boys had picked from the frozen lake.

Magnificent crystal chandeliers and candelabras lit the long tables at the centre of the Great Hall and the lighting grew dimmer near the wall tapestries to keep the  Wine Tasting Party mysterious and moody yet still bright enough to see the wine.

Guests were refrained from wearing cloying perfumes or scented lotions so that it wouldn't compete with the wine's aromas just as how Apollyon avoided decorating the Hall with scented candles and aromatic flowers.

Some of the aristocrats were poured a small glass of bubbly to relax them before the Wine Tasting Party started with a light aperitif, carefully setting the vibe.

It was freezing cold in the mid-winter of January but they had assembled a diverse combination of wines to taste.

It would be a shame if these wines weren't chilled.

It was called an ice wine tasting for a reason.

Corkscrews and decanters of bubbles, light whites,  rich whites, roses, light reds, bold reds and dessert wines graced the fancy table specifically assigned for wine drinking as wine pourers and servants littered the Great Hall.

Everyone was happy at the moment, and she wasn't allowed to join in and drink since her husband forbade it too.