Hell's Consort

Chapter 147 - Stocking Kink

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The Empress Luna

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The felicitations from the throng of people for Apollyon and Luna's victory from the challengers were never-ending as they followed through their procession back to the Vampire Castle.

Simultaneously, the real winners--champions from their respective realms--from the sword tournament trailed behind them.

Jon had materialized at the battle arena and placed a fancy royal cape over the Vampire King's broad shoulders after Apollyon had removed his armor one-by-one.

Apollyon cast his helm away at the ground, replacing it with his imperial crown Jon had handed to him.

After assisting the Vampire King, Jon also approached her, wrapping Luna in a similar cloak without looking into her eyes.

He did his job quickly without talking.

The man didn't even attempt to flirt with her just like he always used to do before.

Good riddance.

He wasn't suicidal anymore now that her husband was there with them.

Jon would be smart not to use his seductive scent on her in Apollyon's presence.

As she kept her silence, Luna ignored the awkwardness between them.

She just had to think that Jon was aware of his debts to her, and if he knew what was best for him, he just had to keep his mouth shut and scram.

Apollyon stepped forward, and his large hands settled on her waist, lifting her on his broad shoulders.

She didn't fight him for the first time as he carried her around like a sack of potatoes.

He called his dark stallion 'Nimbus,' and the warhorse trotted slowly in their direction.

Even the warhorse had turned into a show horse as one of Jon's manservants placed a green velvet blanket over the black stallion.

Apollyon deposited her into the saddle before placing his foot unto the stirrup and got on 'Nimbus.'

The Vampire King was now seated behind her.

Apollyon had ridden on his warhorse and brought Luna along with him.

Luna shifted her torn skirts to get comfortable so that it covered her naked ass properly.

The horse coat had felt weird on her butt cheeks the first time she sat on it.

Clenching her fists as she held the reins tight, she wanted to scream instead of just scowling at her stockings attached to Apollyon's sword exposed in broad daylight as if it was mocking her.

Laurels crowned Apollyon and Luna as they exited the battle arena, including his black stallion, while the other six Kings followed their lead.

Each King had their champions, their heroes, and the other creatures that were part of their envoys walk behind them, with King Panterra's envoy as the last one.

Luna made the mistake of looking over her shoulder and met King Panterra's light blue eyes full of hatred and bitterness while his hand clutched the bandage on his still bleeding thigh.

He must have secretly blamed his husband for defeating him and for killing his future queen.

Nobody was to blame because Catriona had brought it upon herself.

Luna watched his cold flinty gaze moved towards her husband's back, and she winked at Panterra.

Before Apollyon could see what's going on and turned his head to see what—who—she was looking at, Luna caressed her husband's nape and brought his head down for a quick open-mouthed kiss so that he wouldn't know she had peered into King Panterra's direction.

Her husband had growled low in his throat when she pulled back and faced straight ahead.

She smirked as she focused on their path.

Luna did not miss his hooded blue gaze on her mouth.

She licked her lips, savoring Apollyon's taste.

"Wife." His voice was deep and gruff.

The full effect of his sexy voice was so potent she had clenched the walls of her inner core with the need of his stiff rod.

Luna swore that her husband could smell the faint scent of her arousal because his other hand--which wasn't preoccupied with the sword—had already gripped her inner thighs full of longing.

His calloused fingers slowly caressed upwards towards her inner thighs, his blunt thumb dangerously close to her quim.

"Don't Apollyon," Luna whispered as she held his wrist and shoved it aside before he did something that would make her release a desperate moan in front of these people.

She flinched when the faeries blew their trumpets while the spectators showered them more flower petals and laurels as they walked past back to the Vampire Castle.

She shook her head to get a hold of herself.

This wasn't the time to feel aroused from her husband's wild kinks.

She kept a wary eye on Apollyon's hands, or they might plan something dirty again.

When it was clear that Apollyon wasn't attempting to touch her in her most private part anymore, Luna moved her gaze as she stared at the calming blue sky similar to her husband's indigo eyes.

Wow.

Even the sky didn't fail to remind her of her husband's magnificence.

The view towards the drawbridge was breath-taking.

They passed a few towns and villages.

Luna had sat in front of her husband, and she didn't bother turning her head around to check whatever he was doing as long as he made no attempts to seduce her.

Her eyes had shut on itself when it settled on the forests and meadows' greenery, keeping her in a relaxed state.

When she opened her eyes, Luna was more than embarrassed to see the Vampire King slashing his lance around while her gossamer stockings danced around as it flowed like water in the breeze.

Her blasted husband had waved his sword treating it like it was a magic wand.

His blue eyes twinkled with mirth as he stared at her stockings in adoration.

She had never seen Apollyon looked as proud as his face beamed in a glorious smile.

He whistled a happy tune as he turned his head towards the sky.

The ancient pureblood vampire had never appeared so young in Luna's eyes.

Apollyon looked like an ecstatic child that was given a new toy by his parents.

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