Hell's Consort

Chapter 116 - Beloved

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The Vampire King knew he was done for the moment his large hand breached Luna's silky nether curls, his fingers moving inside her.

He had every intention of bedding her crudely and urgently as if she was nothing more but a Harem slave to use for his pleasure alone without regard to her desires.

Apollyon wanted to prioritize himself this time, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The feel of his wife's fragile, delicate body shivering beneath his own body had stirred some lingering remnant of decency in his soul.

The Vampire King settled for making her orgasm three times before he got his, instead.

He aspired to become a gentleman when it comes to his wife, but he was selfish when it comes to the other women in the past in the sense that Apollyon rarely gave his concubines their pleasure first.

He only pleasured them after spilling his seed inside their hot, wet, and tight quims.

In the past, Apollyon had satisfied himself with the warmth of their small, delicate mouths paired with their wet saliva as he increased his tempo, watching his cock move in and out of their red lips.

He had tortured the Empress with his fingers, priming her for his possession.

He bit back a groan when he discovered that the cup of her womb had already overflowed with nectar for him for the first time.

On the second time.

It was bittersweet when Luna squirted all over the bed for the third time, which Apollyon didn't think he had deserved.

By torturing her Empress, he was also torturing himself.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled the silver dagger he had embedded on her thigh and threw it to the wall so it wouldn't get in the way the moment his large and hard cock probed at her entrance.

He positioned his red cock at her quim, which had already burst with angry veins for prolonging his gratification, leaking with pre-cum.

He drove inside her without any warning.

Apollyon suckled her magnificent breasts until she writhed in pleasure beneath him.

"Husband, Ah---please," Luna moaned, her unshed tears on the verge of falling—whether it was due to pain and pleasure, he had no idea.

"Kiss me, Your Highness." Luna swallowed, biting her own lip sexily. "I want your lips against mine."

The Vampire King realized that his wife was the greatest temptress he had ever known.

He was so close to his breaking point, and he didn't want to lose control.

His wife had tempted him to part the tender petals of her lips with his tongue, but how long would it be before that tongue betrayed him again after this?

This was why he thought it was better to lock Luna inside the Tower for a month and skip her Coronation Night in itself, or he could choose to tell the Kings and advice them to take all the harlots they desired as an apology and go back to their respective Realms without any signed agreement for the meantime.

It was already useless when he did the Feline King dirty like that, stabbing the snow panther in one of its pleasure points on the neck, which nobody knew of.

He didn't kill the Feline King.

Apollyon just sent him to sleep.

The Empress had tempted him to murmur hot, kinky words huskily against her mouth, the curve of her throat, the satiny cream of her belly, of her wet quim like a love spell.

It wouldn't take long for him to change those with words of tenderness, words of love then, later on, it will become words of his doom.

Apollyon twined his fingers around the side of her neck, choking her, as his cock pistoned inside her, her honeypot scorching her like a red-hot brand.

Apollyon ruthlessly quenched every longing as he realized he was moving too fast, being inconsiderate of her wife when she yelped in pain with every movement.

Jerking the other silver dagger from her shoulder aside, he grabbed both of her manacled wrists, linking his fingers through hers, and pressed her hands back on each side of her head.

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The Empress

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Luna's fingers crumpled on the bedsheets as a bright lance of pain consumed her.

The Vampire King could have brought her to orgasm for hours on end with his mouth and fingers. However, she still hadn't prepared herself for this fulsome, pulsing cock inside of her when her insides had turned into jelly, so sensitive and achy from too much stimulation she thought she would die the moment Apollyon's cock entered her.

They had done this a lot of times, but the size of Apollyon's cock threatened to overwhelm her once again.

Luna felt like she couldn't breathe.

She was too full; his size was so massive she did not know how her body could contain her again, yet somehow, her quim had adjusted magically to welcome the length and girth of him into her melting core.

She couldn't even touch him like she wanted to.

The Vampire King was adamant in denying her the drug-like kisses she had craved no matter how much she begged him as a punishment.

Despite his refusal to give the loving caresses that would make her feel protected and safe, Apollyon had handled her so roughly—so desperately---like he was a traveler who had gone on days and nights without water in the middle of the dessert and finally caught sight of an oasis—not just a mirage.

His grip was too strong on her thighs that his sharp claws had dug to her flesh.

Luna didn't bleed as he drove his cock inside her as it did before.

It didn't hurt as much as the first time, either.

The delicious friction of the push-pull movements of his cock sent her tight quim weeping, almost driving her insane.

Even though the Vampire King was rough with her, driving himself mad with pleasure with the desperation to reach his orgasm.

He was greedy and selfish this time, but he wasn't brutal.

He spat on his palm before petting her quim and rubbing that sensitive little nub with his thumb, increasing the wetness.

Another finger joined his thumb as he stretched her folds as much as it could allow.

Luna's screams pierced the entire tower, but she still couldn't resist the urge to arch against his hand.

Apollyon was testing her capacity for pain—testing the limits of her pain threshold and endurance. Luna had married a sadist.

She wasn't a submissive, but why did it feel so good when it hurt so bad?

Luna clung to the Vampire King's strong hands because that was the only warm contact he could give her, providing her the sense of safety and warmth in their connection.

He wouldn't kiss her, so she would settle with anything she could get.

She almost swore that the Vampire King's eyes had turned to gold.

Terror threatened to overwhelm Luna that she had to remind herself that this was no stranger looming over her but Apollyon, her husband—big and warm and smelling of mint, of rain, of chocolates, of his delicious blood and the musk of his need.

She thought it was the Archdemon of Gluttony who had showed itself again in her husband's form, but it was just a sudden flash of lightning that illuminated the room, followed by a clap of crashing thunder.

Luna looked behind the Vampire King towards the small window of the tower.

Outside was a shadowy universe of torrential rain and howling winds.

Luna squeezed his hands until their palms were mated as tightly as their bodies.

The Vampire King had wedged himself so deep in her throbbing sheath.

Apollyon had grounded his hips against her own, then withdrawing to do it again.

It was painfully, agonizingly slow this time; she didn't know what had gotten into her husband's mind when he had switched from the faster pace he had done earlier like the Hell Hounds were after them.

Luna realized she hated slow.

"Faster, Apollyon." Luna pleaded as she matched his leisure pacing.

"Ram that cock harder as you did earlier." She urged but instead of following her orders; her husband had moved slower than slow that she wanted to scream in frustration.

"Apollyon, don't play with me this time. I—I ache for you. Please, do it."

The bastard just chuckled as he got rid of the chain tied to her left ankle and lifted her leg higher.

If only she could break these heavy chains tied to her wrists, Luna would have bitten her husband's neck while leaving deep scars behind his back full of deep scars and scratches from her claws.

She wanted to kill her husband for this.

"Maybe, your sexual prowess had weakened from fucking your concubines, Your Highness," Luna glowered at his hooded blue eyes, which had turned into blazing embers when her words had finally sunk in.

It was Luna's turn to smirk at his husband.

She couldn't keep her smirk for too long when his body continued to bludgeon her with waves of dark pleasure as he quickened and deepened his hip thrusts that she could hardly recognize the sound of her own voice.

With her left leg resting on his shoulder, Apollyon breathed harshly as he doubled the intensity and rhythm of his movement.

"Apollyon---please." Luna moaned brokenly until it rose to a hoarse whimper of different versions of the Vampire King's name. "Ah--- I can't."

Luna gasped when the Vampire King's powerful body went rigid as he buried his cock to the hilt in her like how he had stabbed her with his silver daggers.

Lightning sizzled through the tower, giving her a glimpse of Apollyon's savage beauty as he threw back his head in exultation, roaring her name in an incantation of pure ecstasy.