Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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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.

It appeared like the Ladies of the Manor were infamous in scrutinizing new targets—men who had the misfortune to enter their peripheral vision--like how an eagle would prey on a chicken.

Well, Apollyon was usually the hawk in this kind of situation but he only had his eyes on one chicken and that would be her.

If she caught his gaze straying to other women's breasts or bottoms, then he would gouge his eyes out with just two fingers without warning.

Her mind painted an imaginary scenario and a giggle rose in her throat like champagne bubbles do in an aristocrat's flute.

This was the reason why she insisted on attending the Wine Tasting Ceremony to make sure that her husband wouldn't search for other women to fuck.

From her earlier observation at the staircase, Luna had considered it already as a fact.

Despite the lack of evidence, these purebred noblewomen who prided themselves with their extremely proper manners had examined her husband from head to toe, as if he was a good piece of meat in a butcher's shop.

It was a relief to realize that it wasn't paranoia and her attendants had called it as woman's intuition.

' The Lords were willing to turn a blind eye on their wife's affairs because they also had their own mistresses to deal with. Also, they relied the women to look the other way', her maidservants explained further and Luna's scowl had deepened.

'What had these supposedly civilized men and women turn into?

Autumn Faeries who dared to call them savages were a gaggle of bloody hypocrites!

IIf anyone made the mistake, she would ask for Queen Morgan's permission to hang them on a tree.

Not to tie them by the neck but to hang them upside down in for nine straight days and nights.

Hopefully, that would teach them a lesson.

"You weren't this pregnant at that time so that promise will have exceptions, of course."

'Apollyon and his wicked schemes', Luna clasped her fingers on his wrist.

He wanted to play 'devil's advocate' while she was determined to star the role of an angel, chained into this web of illusion.

Apollyon didn't have to tell her these threats.

Why didn't he just do it instead of waiting for his approval?

Was he waiting to be challenged?

Luna could speak the truth into power if she willed it to.

Nobody dared to confront a royalty like Apollyon because they couldn't speak freely to him because of his status.

As a creature of the night, Apollyon was more primal and barbaric compared to the vampire faeries in the Fall Courts.

Because of Lilith's curse, he was even more exposed to the dark side of sin and temptation which made her think that he would suit better as an Archdemon rather than her.

Specially now that in her eyes, he was acting like one.

"Do not place your will over another." Luna replied with gritted teeth when she didn't receive the consolation she expected from him. "Control yourself."

Motionless, Apollyon swallowed hard before stating gravely, "I will not control myself."

Silence fell on the two of them and the seconds ticking in the clock felt like an eternity.

Did the bastard just talk to her like a crude pirate who must get his wish?

Well, he might as well die trying if he never felt guilty or ashamed about it.

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Vampire King Apollyon

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When it came to Luna's safety, nothing shall stand in his way and he would resort to intimidation if he must.

He stared into the crowd and looked from one face to another, watching out for suspicious visitors instead of waiting for her reaction.

Of course, they could sense the Lady and the Lord of the manor weren't in a jovial mood.

"You had no right." Apollyon heard her whisper. When his cold, hard gaze returned to her, Luna shook her head and whisper-shouted. "Don't be controlled by your impulses, you domineering oaf!"

He blinked slowly before he unlaced their fingers, withdrew his hand where it wasn't appreciated and drove it through his long raven hair which made it even messier.

Apollyon felt like his authority in Hazelnut Manor and as a husband was being challenged by none other than his wife.

She had represented all he wanted in a woman and his wife was the sole source of his erotic pleasure. Apollyon can get easily get drunk from the sensual haze of unbridled desire she had evoked in him.

So far, it was the third of her best attributes next to being his female counterpart, her mate, her equal and the love of his life as well as being the mother of his child.

Later, he realized that it wasn't just that and the months both of them had endured during her pregnancy was the proof.

Seed retention was new to him but Apollyon managed to live day by day to keep his hands to himself, too damn literally.

She never forgot to bring that up every day and every night which caused him such intense arousal.

There were dawns when he had woken up from an almost wet dream just to deal with a hard cock.

He couldn't bring himself to allow Luna to touch him and make him come on her mouth if she couldn't get him inside her like she crazily suggested.

It was one of the subjects where she wouldn't dare drop.

Unfortunately, it was his obligation to put up with the mind fucking, witnessing a lovely feminine's body parts in bed that he absolutely like but not let himself to feel, kiss, stroke, fondle and lick every inch of her it out of fear.

Once he started, he would find it hard to stop.

Luna would oblige him to do more and might risk a miscarriage.

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