Hell's Consort

Chapter 132 - Scented Massage

*******************

The Empress Luna

*******************

"Do you want to have sexual congress with me then?"

The Vampire King's bold statement came out as a challenge to Luna.

His blue eyes wavered as his hand petted her inner thigh lazily.

She glanced down and brought her gaze back up.

Luna's lips parted out of their own accord when his fingers move to toy with the hem of her chemise.

She panted when his large hand grazed her naked skin as he clutched the thin cotton upward slowly, deliciously, patiently and all she wanted was for Apollyon to hurry up and ravage her.

Luna wasn't used to her husband, making her wait like this.

When they made love, Apollyon desired it fast, hard, and rough, and she was alright with it.

Luna swore these gentle, seductive caresses would be the death of her.

If he kept stalling for another minute, she would rip her chemise off herself.

Luna needed to forget what Ravin had done--what the Archdemon of Envy had done to the children—and if having sex with her husband was going to take her mind off the horror, then she would be ready for it.

She waited for him to do something more, to cross her boundaries, but he didn't proceed.

The Vampire King used to tell her what he was about to do to her in bed.

Sometimes he didn't.

He was a King who was accustomed to staking claims, pillaging, possessing what he thought that belonged to him—a primal instinct--and that included Luna, his wife.

Apollyon had put a spell on her, keeping her in suspense, and the effect was an intoxicating thrill that sent shivers down her spine.

His 'accidental caresses' on her bare skin made her want to close her eyes in pleasure.

Luna's eyes opened when the Vampire King's large hand went higher to her breasts, dragging the thin chemise upward at the same time.

He paused with his fondling when she didn't answer.

"You don't like it?" He murmured huskily in her face.

His wine-scented breath mixed with blood was warm on her face.

Luna swallowed at the idea of drinking Apollyon's blood again.

She didn't forget that before she crossed the Dream Realms to meet Ravin in his Kingdom, she had to endure her thirst for her husband's blood.

Apollyon had promised that he would feed her at his heart's content, even permitting to drain her, but only after the meeting with the Kings.

Surprisingly, Luna didn't feel that hungry anymore because she had seen how Apollyon had diligently fed her of his blood mixed with the vial Fei had probably concocted to sustain her unconscious body.

It was a surprise to know that she could rely on her husband in her time of need, watching her vulnerable body while she was gone.

"Wife. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want." Apollyon's deep voice made the inner muscles in her quim clench as if he had already placed his enormous cock inside her, attacking and retreating her walls like a warrior determined to breach the castle of her hidden pleasures.

Oh, if this were a battle, Luna would have surrendered the white flag easily just from his deep, husky voice alone.

They haven't even kissed yet, and he had already made her feel like a quivering mess.

Luna had her eyes closed when her husband had teased her nipples by squeezing them with his thumb and forefinger until they beaded towards his direction, like what sunflowers do when the sunbeams hit them.

She was so into it that she didn't even notice that Apollyon had stopped playing with her nipple.

Luna's eyes opened? to witness the Vampire King pulled her chemise down, covering her chest, stomach, and thighs.

He pulled the silky blankets and tucked them up to her neck like she was his child.

Shaking his head, he shut his eyes tight as if he was trying to avoid temptation. "I'm a changed man."

Luna was shocked at her husband's strange behavior that she didn't know what to make of it.

She didn't know what went happened next, refusing to take responsibility for it.

Luna's hand crawled towards his crotch, patting the front of his pants, groping for his cock like a fucking molester.

"It's still hard." She blurted out.

She just needed to check if her husband had still desired her because he acted like he didn't, for sure.

She cleared her throat, avoided eye contact, and whispered, "Do you want me to take care of this?"

Luna could see in her peripheral vision that Apollyon had stared at her like she was crazy.

He leaned back, lifted the counterpane, and glanced down at her offending gesture.

Her husband had frozen in silence.

Awkwardly, Luna decided it was best to remove her fingers off his member one by one.

Honestly, she wanted to curse herself and gape accusingly at her palms.

She wanted to talk to it, scold it for moving to her husband's cock out of its own accord.

Surprisingly, Apollyon had placed his hand over her hand over his hard phallus, which had twitched excitedly by the pressure and warmth it had felt.

"You can help me get off if you want." He said as he started to guide her fingers, teaching Luna how to stroke its shape to bring out more pleasure.

The more Luna followed his prompts, imitating the suggestive motion that he liked, the more his lips parted, grunting in a low voice.

His groans were music to her ears.

It made her feel more powerful and more in touch with her femininity, knowing that she had elicited this kind of reaction from her husband, who owned a Harem.

She realized she could do better than those women.

Luna wouldn't stop until she can prove to her husband that she was the best at lovemaking out of all the women he had tasted.

This wasn't the time to be green with jealousy about those trivial women from the Consortium.

This was the time to be better at lovemaking and keep her husband satisfied so that he wouldn't dare stray.

"There is natural oil at the side of the bed. It's an orange extract." Apollyon's eyes blazed chrome blue as he murmured, pointing at the drawer beside Luna.

She didn't have to be told twice.

Luna didn't want Apollyon to change his mind.

She removed her hand from the ridge of his member to reach for the scented orange bottle, but the Vampire King had clutched her hand back to his cock again, not wanting to break the spell.

He shook his head from left to right and protested, "You don't have to do it."

She was shocked that her demanding husband dared to say that in her face.

He was refusing to be pleasured, but his actions had told her otherwise.

His gaze was on her lips while his hand on her hand had directed her again, stroking, fondling, caressing.

Luna wouldn't bat an eye if he decided to unfasten his pants and touch him skin to skin, more sensitive from the bareness of it, providing more sensation.

Luna gave her husband a slow grin.

Apollyon actually did everything she had thought as if manifesting it to existence.

"It's fine," Luna replied, shrugging. "I couldn't sleep anyway."

"I bet you just wanted to touch me." He paused. "You look so tired."

"You look tired too." Luna lifted her hand from his cock, and this time, he let her go.

Luna rose from the bed in a sitting position as she rummaged for the scented bottles, opening every one of them, sniffing the lid, until she smelled the familiar citrus fruit.

"I couldn't sleep properly when I didn't know if your condition is going to improve or not."

Apollyon waited patiently on the bed as his hand cradled his head, facing her.

His gaze had tracked her movements so closely like she was his kill and he had no plans of letting her get away.

"Good." Luna looked into that perfect face, capable of echoing cruelty like Ravin. "I would kill you the moment I came back if you didn't even notice I was gone.

Her husband's intense gaze would have been uncomfortable and invasive if he wasn't her husband.

Apollyon was kind now, but who knew how long it would last?

Luna cleared her mind, not wanting to be controlled by these poisonous thoughts anymore.

"Trust me. Of course, I'm worried and very much bothered. I am your husband." Apollyon's jaw was a harsh line to her statement, which had turned into a serious discussion despite her teasing tone. "It was disconcerting to admit that I was anxious for the whole duration of your absence."

"Hmm," Luna said as her lips curved, emphasizing that she was making fun of him and there wasn't any reason to be defensive. She wasn't questioning his capabilities as her husband at all. "You don't look like you missed me that much."

When she found the orange elixir, Luna inhaled deeply.

From the scent itself, Luna had figured out it was indeed orange extract.

Luna licked the rim of the bottle, and it had proven her suspicions.

It was orange extract—orange juice.

Luna had no taste buds reserved for anything other than blood.

Why could she taste this when she was already a vampire?

Nevermind, that.

Luna found herself asking with feign nonchalance as she returned to the bed, hopping about like an excited bunny. "Did you use other females while I was gone?"

The Vampire King blew out a frustrated breath in response, "No. Never. I promised you I would never do that abomination."

All the better.

She would make sure her husband would get the best massage in his entire lifetime tonight.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!