Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon collapsed against the Empress and wrapped his hand around her neck to tilt her head sideways so he could sink his fangs into them.

Curling his fingers in the damp silk of silver hair, he buried his face against her throat and drank her blood.

When he was satisfied, he rolled off of her without a word and adjusted his cock in his pants.

Ah, Apollyonm had used his Empress to achieve his sexual pleasure so well he didn't even have the time to remove his clothes or just even his shirt.

There was no need.

The Empress had that effect on him.

He seemed to be in a hurry when it came to having sexual congress with his wife.

Apollyon couldn't help that Luna was a temptation incarnate--a sex goddess.

The Vampire King stared down at her as he rubbed his chin, contemplating whether he should leave her on this ivory tower all trussed up as a punishment for her bad behaviour while he dealt with the Kings at the Acquaintance Affairs to fix the issue.

He speculated he wouldn't receive any backlash from the Kings especially, the Feline King Panterra since he had only put him to sleep.

He didn't actually kill him, and perhaps, that would let him off the hook.

He wouldn't be persecuted for his disrespect regarding Panterra or even for the other Kings from the other Realms.

They would not blame him once they found out that the silver-haired Escort the Sea King Phorcys and the Feline King Panterra fought over was the Empress-in-disguise.

If Apollyon truly lived up to his name as the most ruthless King in the whole Realm then he would have killed Panterra and Phorcys on the spot for even touching the naked flesh of his Empress, no questions asked.

The Empress laid there in the dark with her bare legs spread apart while her other foot was unchained, the torn pieces of her velvet cloak crumbling around her waist.

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The Empress Luna

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Luna inhaled deeply, and the entire room was surrounded with the aroma of that familiar chocolate scent, enfolding her skin.

"Where are you going?"  Luna asked huskily as she witnessed her sore body flooded with her own blood and the scalding bounty of her husband's seed.

"I will be gone for a while." He replied curtly.

Luna reached out for him, but the chains on her wrists stopped her from doing so. "You have to let me go and come with you."

The Vampire King's expression was a mask.  "No, I wouldn't let you ruin this for me again."

Luna had started to figure out his plans for her by that wicked gleam in his cold blue eyes,

She had had enough of her husband's selfishness.

Luna just wanted to help so why wouldn't he allow it?

She had the lead role in this ruckus so she would take responsibility for this mess.

Helping her husband how to solve this would be the right thing to do.

She began to fight again in earnest, jerking at the thick metal chains with wooden needle spikes attached to them as if that would miraculously set her free.

"Husband, I thought we already talked about this." She resisted, but he had completely ignored her spirited struggles. "Let me join you and let me slap the Sea king's face for molesting me."

Luna already told him she wouldn't cause any more trouble.

What more could he ask for?

"Now, that I remembered that fact," Apollyon said sharply. "I needed to punish the Sea King."

"Perhaps, you could ask for an unjust compensation for your Empress' dishonour?" Luna's eyebrow arched as she suggested, "Something impossible? Or we could ask for unfair agreements that are in our advantage. My presence in your meetings will help you greatly because I would provide the pressure to make him do anything you want." Luna continued further, "I will play with him."

"Enough, wife," Apollyon growled with menace. "I don't like that you are giving him attention when you should only focus on me."

"Apollyon, calm down." She whispered soothingly, curbing her urge to wrap her husband's body in a  warm embrace as an assurance that he will be the first and the last man she will adore. "It wasn't like I was professing my love to him."

"You have acquired a certain taste for the Sea King?" He narrowed his cold, blue eyes at her, still."Do you like him more than me then after our sexual congress? Or did you realize you liked that Feline King Panterra better when he ground his member against your ass?"

"No. I only like you and your big, fat cock." Luna aimed the sarcastic tone, but from Apollyon's smug grin, Luna thought he had taken the statement seriously.

"I will be back. Let me talk to the Kings and handle this alone. As the Empress, your presence alone could complicate things." He smiled as he gave her chest and her stomach one last stroke before he went.

"Just unchain me, and I will stay in this tower, as you said. I wouldn't attempt anything that would put us in danger." Luna insisted, but Apollyon just shook his head in dismissal.

He was busy glancing down at her naked body as they talked.

Apollyon couldn't even look at her in the eye as he watched her body struggle to break free from her cuffs.

Luna wasn't sure if he had paid attention to the entire conversation, either.

When that didn't work, Luna aimed a strong kick at the Vampire King's groin as he kneeled over her.

The bastard had caught her ankle and stretched her legs as far as he could before rubbing her clit lazily.

Luna screamed and flashed him a glance full of hatred mixed with lust.

It wouldn't take another few minutes before they would be sucked back into another round of sexual congress.

She couldn't do this again every time they fight.

Luna shouldn't let him even if he dared.

Not all problems could be solved with sex.

Her husband was still horny despite doing all that.

Oh, how she yearned to pummel his broad back with her fists and claw the pale skin of his arms and his chest muscles, leaving a mark on him.

But the Vampire King would remain as impervious to her blows like a stone golem, not only when she had already lost her High Priestess magic, but also Luna had lacked vampire strength when she was so thirsty of her husband's blood—so damn thirsty.

"At least, give me a drink." Luna moaned as she licked her dry lips and eased her parched throat.

"Maybe, when I get back, beloved." He murmured huskily as he stroke her cheek gently. "You just have to stay put and wait for me."

"I couldn't wait for you any longer." She sobbed, but then she recovered her earlier spunk. "I would die without your blood and turn to ashes but if you find it alright for your soul to perish along with me then I guess, it's up to you."

"You'll survive." He grinned evilly.

"I'll kill you, Apollyon." She groaned. "Come back here."

"I'll take my chances."

"Apollyon---"

"Maybe, I could give you three drops just enough for you to survive." He replied.

She said angrily. "Fuck you, Apollyon."

"I know you want to." The Vampire King pricked his forefinger with one fang and squeezed it over Luna's open mouth, dribbling a minuscule amount of blood than what Luna would have liked.

It landed on her upper lip, and she ran her tongue over her mouth so that she could have a taste.

After three drops, the tiny puncture had healed.

"No more." Apollyon grinned.

Damn. The Vampire King was too good at torturing her that she wanted to scream.

"Apollyon, it's not enough," Luna whined.

"It's enough for now." Apollyon shrugged with nonchalance as his blue eyes twinkled with mirth.

Then he brought that same hand on his patrician nose, inhaled his fingers and murmured, "You smelled divine as always."

The Vampire King smirked, his sharp fangs flashing as he got out of the bed. "I couldn't wait to fuck you again when I get back. Tying you to the bedpost was the best thing that I ever witnessed tonight." He continued in a husky whisper. "Just wait for me and be a good little girl as you wait for me to get back."

Apollyon had probably wondered why Luna had struggled to escape him and this time; she had pleaded with him not to go and not to leave her alone inside the ivory tower.

Luna's curses rose to a frantic scream as anxiety and annoyance seized her, so dark and consuming that it verged on insanity.

She begged for Apollyon shamelessly, despising herself for lowering down her pride just so he could let her go, promising him a lot of things as long as he wouldn't lock her away in this terrible place.

It was an ivory tower with no doors.

It was so high up.

The only way to get out of here was to jump to her death if she could fit herself into the small window or take back her ability of teleportation from Hecate.

Both seemed impossible, especially if she was all trussed up in the bed.

With one last effort, Luna tried to wrap her free leg around her husband's torso, clinging to him despite being chained but he grasped her ankle and tethered it back to the bedpost.

The Vampire King paced on the parapet restlessly as if he was escaping legions of demons nipping at his heels, strode out to the window and disappeared into thin air.