Hell's Consort

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The High Priestess

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She gulped when her touch stopped at his rock-hard abs.

Luna's eyes widened even more when the Vampire King's sex stood in attention.

She never really thought it was possible that it could get harder than before. "But promise me you wouldn't touch me?"

"I promise I wouldn't physically touch you for three nights if you sleep naked tonight." The Vampire King said softly as he sank his fangs in his lower lip, drawing a tiny drop of blood before licking it away as the puncture slowly healed.

The Vampire King's 'bedroom eyes' was so hypnotic that it made her feel languid as if she was seconds away from falling asleep with him.

Those sapphire orbs smouldered into glowing embers when she laid her conditions out. "What if you lose, Your Highness?"

Swallowing to alleviate the dryness in her parched throat, Luna continued as she stared into his eyes, blinking slowly, "What are you willing to bet if you lose?"

"Whatever you want, wife." Apollyon touched her hair with a fingertip, feeling the soft strands.

The Vampire King raised a hand to caress her cheek, but she had already retreated a step.

Luna lifted both palms to halt him and chuckled, "You aren't allowed to touch me, remember?"

Luna's lips curled into a smirk, and she couldn't wipe out the amusement in her face.

The Vampire King was going to lose the game if he kept this up.

She had to show Apollyon in this marriage which was really the one in control while it was still early.

"Hmm." Her gaze flicked to his before she lowered her lashes and gazed downwards.

Luna stroked her palms leisurely on the well-defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, brushing over them to feel the texture, pressing and checking how hard they were.

They were smooth and damp with his sweat.

Apollyon would have mistaken it as a shy gesture, but Luna was trying to shut down her expression so that he wouldn't figure out how delighted she was for having a husband who had a good physique.

All that sexual prowess would probably extend to bed sport, of course.

Luna had an entire lifetime to look forward to and enjoy the Vampire King, so there was no need to rush.

It would be fine to be a Virgin High Priestess for a few years until she felt secure enough to stay in the Vampire's Castle as Apollyon's Empress.

If she really thought about it for a moment, she was the luckiest girl in the Vampire Realm to make the Vampire King his husband.

Apollyon was a striking man, well-proportioned, and he was the richest vampire since he was the King.

What more could she ask for?

Luna slowly scanned his physique from head-to-toe.

The Vampire King was way taller than her, and his broad shoulders were muscled like a savage warrior from long ago.

He had high cheekbones, his nose was straight, and his lips were full, lush, and sensual.

Apollyon can have a cold, hard and calculated edge to his expression.

Sometimes, it turned much more sinister when he smirked as if he was secretly thinking about destroying someone quickly and efficiently.

He wore danger like a second skin: erotic and lethal.

It was the same expression people wore when one had seen the darkest life had to offer and had survived.

The Vampire King had survived the Blood Beast's curse, so it wasn't really far from the truth.

The Vampire King was a huge catch.

Like, very huge.

Why was she trying to break the Blood Bond when she couldn't do anything about it anymore?

Right.

Luna was stupid.

Good thing that it didn't actually work when she attempted to cut her cords with Apollyon.

Luna would have the regret of a lifetime.

Apollyon had stood in front of her as naked as on the day he was born, and her attention didn't even faze the bastard.

"You are touching me right now," Apollyon stated. "You aren't afraid anymore."

Luna didn't turn her gaze away from him as she accepted his silent challenge, returning the favour of what the Vampire King had done to her earlier.

"Yes." She examined him unabashedly like how he examined her, like a piece of meat dedicated for only her pleasure.

Apollyon's eyes glowed under lowered lids, his nostrils flaring, but he was still, otherwise.

The lines of his tendons ran down into his neck and the hills of his shoulders, smooth and taut.

She looked back to his bare chest.

He had small brown nipples perfect for licking, and it puckered like her own.

Luna touched one with a fingertip and then traced the bumpy ridge of the surrounding dark circle.

The Vampire King made a sound.

Mad with lust, Luna commanded as she tossed her long silver hair over her shoulder, bent her neck from side to side, stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles as if ready for a fight. "Get on the bed."

Luna met the Vampire King with her most seductive stare and purred, "Husband."

Narrowing his eyes at her for daring to order the King herself, Apollyon strode across the chamber and flung himself to his back unto the bed.

There were a few mysterious bumps and thumps, followed by an intriguing rustling, before he finally said, "I'm ready, wife."

The Vampire King scowled, but he still followed her orders like a good boy without much of a fuss.

Apollyon looked disarmingly masculine, reclining there, taking up a lot of space among all lace-trimmed pillows and padded cushions.

Half of him was now tucked safely beneath the blankets.

In her bolder daydreams, Luna had never dared to imagine the Vampire King in their shared marriage bed--much less as her husband.

Apollyon rubbed his palm over his bare chest and his stomach.

There was a slow surge of desire rising at the back of her mind, and Luna could sense that the Vampire King was trying to calm himself down.

Was that the Vampire King, or was that her?

Apollyon leaned back against the headboard with the coverlet drawn up to his waist, a look perfectly suited to an Archangel.

Still, if the devilish gleam in his eyes hadn't already convinced her that he was no angel, his next words would. "Now it's your turn. Take off your clothes, wife."

Luna's heartbeat in her throat.

Apollyon's crooked smile was achingly tender as he carefully kept the sheet draped artfully across his lap. "Don't be shy, wife. Now, hurry up. I need to see your naked body."

Luna found a few buttons at the front, and her hands trembled as she popped them open one by one. Dragging her gown off her body, she continued to work the hooks at the back of her gown.

It gaped forward, and she removed her shift down.

The Vampire King's eyes trailed after her when Luna moved to the dressing table, pulled out her shredded garments, and placed them in a hanger.

She had the entire bodice off now.

Lastly, she undid her undergarment, slowly peeling it back while struggling to draw breath.

Luna bent over and pulled her heels one at a time before dropping them to the floor.

She was naked except for her stockings and garters.

Luna whirled around, feeling her face melt in a scalding rush of heat.

Struggling to keep her voice as cold as her cheeks were hot, she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

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The Vampire King

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The High Priestess turned to face him.

Her seemingly innocent eyes had been so green and silver at the same time and so wary of him, contradicting the temptation of her low neckline earlier.

Now, Luna's mismatched eyes were bright, uncertain, hopeful and as alluring as Eve herself.

"You're so beautiful." Apollyon's voice was guttural, deep and rasping.

He lifted his head and slowly--very slowly--perused her naked body.

Her breasts had seemed to glow in the moonlight.

The thought of her even now made his too-alert prick come to attention.

He frowned, disgusted at his own weakness.

It shocked him when his virgin High Priestess actually arched her back as if to display herself.

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High Priestess

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"Luna," He groaned, her name rolling from his tongue like music. "Could you turn around for me?"

"Let me see that ass," Apollyon asked after Luna had deposited her undergarments on the dressing table before pivoting towards him.

She stood there, in the silence, in the cool air, allowing him to examine every inch of her.

His blue eyes--heavy-lidded and burning sapphire--leisurely pursued her, lingering on her small but firm breasts, those bright pink pearling nipples and the tiny patch of hair between her slender thighs.

It gave her an odd shivery feeling to watch the Vampire King's strong, masculine hands handling his cock so roughly.

Luna watched the Vampire King take his own pleasure as she felt warm invisible hands gliding across her own skin, watching her nakedness.

Her heart pounded erratically in her chest as she breathed deeply.

Apollyon's scent was stronger than ever.

It wasn't fair.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

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Vampire King

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The High Priestess was forbidden fruit few men could ever resist.

Frozen in place and unable to breathe, he prayed for self-control, but he couldn't.

Apollyon's whole body tensed as he felt precisely what Luna was thinking about, his cock hardening at her reaction.

Folding one arm behind his head and crossing his feet at the ankle, Apollyon breathed heavily and groaned as he masturbated, gazing morosely up at the room's ceiling.

He watched his hand move up and down over his cock then Apollyon stared at her darkly, with his mouth shaped in a little 'O'.

His jaw slackened, and he licked his lips.

He was so close.

Apollyon inhaled sharply when his gaze fell to her lips, imagining it wrapped around his cock.

The Vampire King closed his eyes as he focused all his concentration on his climax, getting trapped between the pleasure of having his hand on his cock and the reality that he was flirting with disaster.

The vibration, the burning—it was all rising, called out of the darkest, most destructive core of him.

He inhaled through his teeth as he continued to stroke and palm himself, imagining the feel of her silky folds riding against his arousal.

Apollyon exploded, and he could scent the richly erotic, dark fragrance of his seed spilling all over the marriage bed.

It lasted, like, less than a minute.

He wished he could have poured all of his essences into his wife so that he could fully claim her without question.

When it was over, he realized the orgasm still felt empty, and it made him want sexual congress even more, but he couldn't do anything about it even if his desire were right in front of him.