Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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She didn't follow Apollyon's command right away.

Luna closed the cabin's window.

Their large, unmade bed was already drenched from the strong winds which carried the storm, including the intense chill that could penetrate bones and make a non-vampire's teeth chatter.

Luna also told her husband that she would only do his request to 'lie down and open her legs for him' after Apollyon did something about the space where the cabin door should have been.

She reasoned out that they can't be having sexual congress while the rainwater seeped into their cabin's floorboards and ruin them.

It's their temporary residence, so they have to take care of it before doing something else.

Crossing her arms, Luna watched her husband as she stood her ground, naked for his perusal, as she jutted her chin at the broken door, "If you want a piece of this, you have to fix what you destroyed. first."

After she said those words, the downpour turned heavier as the water pellets drummed the roof and the window.

As if on cue, sudden streaks of bold light flashed in the night, making her flinch.

No one, not even her, could fathom why her husband brought a bloody axe on his way home and decided to cut their own door with it.

It was especially adverse to do that at this time since there was a storm outside and the rainwater had flooded their large cabin.

Biting her lip in a mix of ire and mirth, Luna curbed the urge to scold her husband for this foolish error.

Apollyon narrowed his eyes at her command, claiming that Luna was manipulating him with sex because nothing would happen if he didn't fix the broken door first.

Apollyon looked too eager to get down on her from the start, but now, she wasn't sure if he was still interested.

Was it a terrible mistake to ruin his seductive mood?

She darted an awkward glance at her husband.

Was she successful in cock-blocking her husband without meaning to when she was only setting their priorities straight?

Nevertheless, Luna was looking forward to how her intoxicated husband could fix the broken door.

Even if they were husband and wife for quite a time, she still couldn't estimate the extent of Apollyon's magic.

Luna had seen him fix the glass shards from the broken vases and formed them into a crystal ball, so it should be easy for him to do the same to the door.

In a way, what Apollyon said might be true because she was using sex to get what she wanted so that he would follow through with his request.

That's what a wife does, right?

Without moving from his place, Apollyon turned around, stretching his hand with his palm facing the ceiling.

When he raised his hand in that position up to the door frame's level, the door's wooden parts, which broke into two, moved on their own and stood up and attached themselves to cover the door opening.

Apollyon's attention returned to her when it was done, reporting like how a soldier did to a commander, "The cracks and fissures from the playful strikes of my axe will still be visible, but it will do."

Playful strikes?

So, he did it for fun?

Luna almost got a heart attack when she saw him swinging the weapon!

She even thought it was a ploy to intimidate her at first.

A haze must have plagued Apollyon's mind.

"If you want to go out of the cabin without the heavy oak door falling on you, I suggest you try teleportation like what you did at Ostara, or you can jump out of the window. Better yet, don't go out of the cabin to avoid the spring faeries' persecution." He reached out to pinch her in the cheek with his fingertips. "Now lie on the bed, wife." Apollyon gestured to the bed. "I will not accept to be tortured on purpose any longer."

Luna didn't need to be told twice and climbed on top of the bed while her husband followed behind her on all fours.

As Luna manoeuvred to lay her head on the pillow, she leaned on her elbow, raising her head a little to see what Apollyon was up to.

Brows wrinkling his forehead, Apollyon held the right heel of her foot while his other hand gripped her knee to open her legs wide, and Luna resisted him with a straight face.

"Don't play with me, wife,"  Apollyon growled low as he glowered at her, and she bit her lip to hide her smirk.  She knew he knew what she was doing.

He clenched his fists. "This isn't the time to tease me."

Giving in, Luna slowly opened her legs, and Apollyon's lips curved upwards, satisfied at the view she had bestowed him.

He murmured silkily, "I'll make you pay for that."

"By making me feel good?" Luna gave her an innocent grin and shrugged. "Go ahead."

"Saucy wench." Grabbing her ankles, Apollyon pulled them apart and stuck his face down there.

While she planted her heels on the mattress, Apollyon stared at her quim in fascination for a good minute before he stuck out his tongue and began licking her folds, flicking and teasing her entrance.

Apollyon clamped his large hands on her waist to force her down when she began squirming and thrashing from the pleasure.

"Too hard." Luna gritted her teeth. "Apollyon!" She groaned when he was licking her clitoris too hard, and it started to hurt.  "Slow down."

Apollyon slowed down like she told him to and began treating her quim like it was her mouth, kissing it deep and lapping his tongue over her inner flesh while inserting his long digits in and out at the same time.

"There." Writhing and moaning, Luna guided his head in the directions where she wanted. "Right there, Apollyon."

"Apollyon~" He sucked her swollen clitoris, and Luna became more aroused that he almost pushed her over the edge.