Hell's Consort

Chapter 672 - Fifty Shades Of Pregnancy

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon said in a low voice as he moved closer to erased their distance. "If you are really sorry, then let me do whatever I wanted to do to you tonight."

Luna's emerald eyes were filled with heat as if she desired to take him on his offer.

The erotic fantasies he had in mind made his fingers tremble in bittersweet anticipation.

He was too aroused that he originally planned to find a secluded corner to stroke himself before sleeping with his wife.

They were too many people inside the rock shelter—including his half-sister— and it would be strange to attempt something naughty in the girl's presence.

In addition to that, he had no plans to have sexual congress with his wife while the Archdemons watch them.

Apollyon wanted them to be jealous, yes, but that would be too f*cked up!

He was voyeuristic in the past, but his mate had changed him entirely that Apollyon would rather gouge their eyes out.

Apollyon jaws clenched before he opened his mouth and sank his fangs to her neck.

She released a long, pleasured moan as he drank the blood in huge gulps as it flowed from the wounds.

The addictive scent of her blood was an exhilarating blend that he craved.

Lips parting, he slurped her scarlet essence as if he would run out of them.

Whenever the torn skin sealed itself shut because of her quick healing abilities, Apollyon just had to bite her over and over again.

He was sure that his wife would never protest because she loved it whenever he rubbed the tip of his tongue in a circular motion in any of her slits, whether he caused it or not.? His precious tongue contained the vampire's saliva, which can drive his mate crazy, especially when he used it to taste the sweet and tart ambrosia between her legs most of the time--to bring his Archdemon wife to Heaven. At least she would get a taste of it since entering that Realm was out of the question.

After drinking an ample portion of blood on her neck, Apollyon retracted his fangs a bit just in case he hurt her for that unexpected bite.

Luna panted as she subconsciously thrust out her chest to rub her nipples against his.

When his voracious appetite was finally satisfied,? Apollyon's tongue lowered to the lush ripeness of her upper breast just below the Mark of the Triple Moon Goddess before he bit her flesh hard. Apollyon's sexual need grew more intense that one muscled knee of his parted her legs.

The primal part of his brain compelled him to rip her clothes off and bury his shaft between the warm, wet spot of her core as her inner walls squeezed him, milked him until her slit gushed with cream from her orgasm, and then he would pour his seed into her.

He held her close.

He had no plans of releasing her, even if she told him no.

Apollyon thought he wouldn't have another chance for a sexual congress with her Archdemon Familiars following them around.

This was his chance to make his dreams turn into reality.

His hands were too tight on each side of her hips that he loosened his grip a little so as not to frighten his wife by his wild lust.

He was glad that she stayed still and didn't wriggle out of his grasp like a good obedient wife... which Luna rarely was.

His lips quirked in an amused smile as it hovered lightly on her torn skin like a butterfly before he slightly disengaged to look at her from head to toe.

It took him a few minutes to give her curves the attention it needed before he was satisfied.

His gaze returned to her upper body, and he realized that the ribbons of blood dripping on the punctured holes on her neck were larger than her upper pearl-smooth breasts.

Apollyon's eyes widened.

Apollyon must have bitten his wife a little too hard.

He gave her an anxious glance, worried that his wife wouldn't respond to his mating call because of his recklessness.

He then noticed that Luna had pressed against the defined muscles forming a ladder on his abdomen and desired to grind her body against him. Still, she couldn't act on her arousal because of the baby bump. Nevertheless, it dispelled his fears and made his tense shoulders relax.

He was determined to make her experience better.

Apollyon didn't want Luna to think that carrying his heiress wouldn't be a nuisance.

He looked over his shoulder and scanned the forest as a precaution, just in case someone was watching them have sexual congress at night.

Of course, no one from the Summer Militia would dare come back if the Faerie Sentinel didn't want to be returned headless to his family like their General.

He couldn't detect any movement or disturbance, so he proceeded with his initial plan.

Smirking, he peeled his shirt jacket off her completely, and she acquiesced as her little tongue darted out to lick her lips.

Apollyon exposed the damp blue dress underneath that shirt, which he already pulled down to her hips to expose her chest to his gaze, which only had the privilege to witness.

His heated eyes scanned all over her bare chest.

Apollyon could tell that Luna approved his seduction as she squeezed her own breasts in anticipation.

Soft pink flushed her cheeks as silver hair curtained her lovely heart-shaped face.

He finally acquired the reassurance he was craving from Luna that she was still his.

As he lifted her chin with a finger, Apollyon smiled as he stared into her dilated emerald eyes full of passion as it reflected his dishevelled image. It made him think that his Empress' love was only dedicated to him and no one else.

Both of them just had to get away from a crowd and go to a place where nobody knew them and treat them like Monarchs—a safe sanctuary where only the two of them existed as husband and wife. After that, the world would all away, and Apollyon will stop caring about other people's opinions. Except hers.

"Do you want me as I want you now?"