Hell's Consort

Chapter 98 - Art Of Lovemaking*

The Vampire King pinned her down, his tongue wild against hers.

Luna didn't have the energy to protest against it even though her quim still quivered from the sensitivity.

Apollyon had no plans of stopping.

He had unveiled her open for him to worship, and she realized that her husband had made her the altar.

She was the pleasure he had sought after, and Apollyon knew where to find it by the way; his tongue moved inside her.

"Apollyon," Luna moaned as she lifted her head to see what her husband was up to.

Apollyon's blue eyes smouldered as he drank her in, his pupils dilating.

His fingers inched up her naked thighs and spread her for his view.

"Wet," he praised. "Pretty."

She didn't know how else to reply.

Luna gasped as one of his long, tapered fingers slid through her damp curls as he nudged her thighs apart.

Her thighs went limp as her middle finger stroked against the throbbing pearl at the crux of those curls.

She pretty much welcomed her ruin with open arms, or in her case, open thighs.

The Vampire King reached out his palms as he continued kneading her breasts, attacking her from every angle.

Apollyon licked, sucked, and nibbled at her, his wicked tongue flicking and circling a naughty rhythm she had experienced before.

The Blood Beast Ravin had also done this to her when they had that unexpected tryst at the corridors of the Vampire Castle.

They were almost caught in action by Cederic's soldiers but good thing they had reacted quickly.

Luna was so crazed with bloodlust that time that she had made some questionable decisions and allowed Ravin to do what he wanted with her body.

This time, it was the Vampire King's turn to please her.

Luna moaned at the sensations she felt.

Her mind was a heady mix of confusion, lust, and desire.

She was so out of control that she wanted it to end, but at the same time, she wished she could stay for a little while longer or perhaps, maybe forever.

Luna didn't want to let go and lose control, but she couldn't help it when Apollyon did that thing with his tongue again.

The Vampire King's teeth scraped her clitoris, and she groaned at the intoxicating pleasure.

It was like a drug running through her veins, making her weak and lethargic.

Her entire senses were focused on her body's nether region, specifically between her thighs, as she arched more to feel her husband's tongue.

Luna wasn't sure if she could lift one finger.

Ah!

Goddess, never mind.

It was all a lie.

It was too early to say something that final when her hands were in his hair before she could stop them as his tongue started to thrust against her damp folds.

Her flavour filled his mouth, drugging the Vampire King sinfully into the darkness of her passion.

Just then, Luna didn't care about the past, present, and future.

Right now, her husband was with her, taking her, kissing her, and touching her in all the right places.

Luna had hungered for this as if she had been without him for days, even if they had just started their sexual congress just hours before.

She was afraid that she would start to crave him until eternity.

Her husband would probably lose interest in her afterwards.

Apollyon wouldn't be able to help himself because that was just who he was.

He would forget the whole marriage thing after a hundred years, and then, so could Luna.

Apollyon's face swam in her wetness a moment later, his nose pressing into hers as his warm breath fanned over her quim.

Who owned this quim, wife?" Apollyon's voice was cool and crisp, but his eyes glittered with holy fire.

Luna was confused.

She raised her head to look at him as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

What did he expect her to say?

"You should answer me first, my King," Luna said in heavy pants, shaking her head in refusal to play his game while having sexual congress, a life-and-death situation. "Who do you belong to?"

"Luna." The Vampire King snarled, and his breath hot against her damp folds.

It was a warning.

His lips hovered over her clitoris, his warm breath teasing her as if he wouldn't give her greater contact unless she told him what he wanted to hear.

Luna pursed her lips, staying silent.

She almost wanted to laugh because she had no plans of giving in to his demands.

This must be another one of his power plays.

Her quim belonged to her and her alone.

Instead, Luna traced her fingers on the heated soft skin of his back, coaxing him to continue.

Luna squeezed her thighs around his neck as she planted her heels on his broad back.

"You should answer me first." Luna gazed up at him defiantly.

Luna knew that her husband was never to obey like her.

They have that same stubborn trait, which she didn't know was a good thing or a bad thing.

Apollyon lowered his head and licked her agonizingly slow that it hurt every time his tongue left her wet folds.

She cried out, her back arching, hips shooting straight into his face.

"This tastes better than blood," The Vampire King said as he stopped licking, his voice tickling her insides.

That was a statement so ridiculous that it went past her head.

The Vampire King sank his tongue back against her with a groan of surrender.

"Hurry, Apollyon." Luna moaned as an open invitation for her husband to resume this carnal feast.

Without warning, Apollyon sank his fangs into her left inner thigh close to her quim as he lifted her leg higher, making the blood flow to her folds so wet with her essences.

"Please, Apollyon," Luna said in a broken whisper, not even sure what she was begging him to give her. "Oh, please."

The instant her husband started to devour her aggressively while he licked the trickles of blood flowing from the wound to her quim non-stop, Luna knew she had gone to both heaven and hell, then back.

She climaxed.

Pinpricks of white lightning exploded behind her eyelids.

Every muscle in her body clenched and unclenched on her bones.

It was an orgasmic experience, a mix of pleasure and pain.

Pure.

Perfect.

Shattering.

Still trembling with convulsive aftershocks, Luna clung to him, her breath coming in broken sobs.

Writhing and whimpering, Luna tugged at his hair until a solid flick of his tongue sent her soaring into the heavens, where she swore she could hear angels singing.

Or was it her moans?

Instead of trying to muffle her wail, Apollyon continued thrusting two of his long, aristocratic fingers deep inside of her.

"Oh… oh, my…" The words echoed through her heart came spilling from her lips before she could stop them.

It was never-ending torture.

Luna arched off the bed as scorching tongues of flame licked her higher and higher.

Apollyon caressed the rigid bud with the very tip of his tongue, then drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth and sucking hard.

Luna clamped her trembling thighs together, stunned by the ripples of sensation between them.

Luna could only gaze up at him in wonder yet still panting with desire after it was done.

She was limp and sated.

The Vampire King tore his mouth away from hers.

Breathing hard, Luna wounded one hand through his hair and tugged his head back, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"I ache for you." Luna didn't want to come to her senses and talk herself out of this, but she had to say it. "I want your cock pumping inside of me, deep and hard."

Apollyon's beautiful countenance was now tight with hunger as sweat gathered on his forehead.

He gazed deep into her eyes, and his powerful body was trembling with need, yet he held it in check. Her words surprised a helpless chuckle from him. "You have become a dirty little girl for me, wife."

The Vampire King reached down to hold his cock—so hot and smooth and utterly unyielding—and began to shake his head as if he was regretting its massive size before slipping into Luna's slender thighs.

Bracing his weight on his elbows, Apollyon started to lubricate himself in the copious nectar his skilful tongue had coaxed from her melting softness.

He slid up and down between those dew-slicked petals, creating exquisite friction that soon had her writhing and whimpering beneath him, poised on the very brink of madness.

All it took was a nudge to shove her over the edge.

Luna clung to him as she tumbled head over heels, borne on a quivering tide of rapture.

Its waves were still cresting in her womb when he rocked his hips upward once again, this time sliding deep inside of her.

Luna dug her nails into the smooth flesh of his back, biting back a cry.

She was still clinging to him, lost in a haze of delight when their bed-chamber door came thumping open, and a shrill voice raked across her tender nerves.

"Your Highness!" The voice trailed off.

Apollyon hurriedly tucked the sheet around Luna, covering her naked body.

He then rolled over to face the intruder.

It was Lady Catriona who burst from the door as she stood frozen with her eyes as big as saucers the moment she saw Luna having sex with the Vampire King.

Grinning like a cat that had caught the proverbial canary in his fangs, Cederic raised both of his hands as if in surrender before saying, "I tried to stop them from coming here, Your Highness, but the Concubines wanted to speak to you regarding the Consortium.'"