Hell's Consort

Chapter 674 - Sneaky Little Snake

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Wife. Show me where you want my hands." Apollyon finally pulled her undergarment and let it slid down her legs, dropping it to the ground. "You have to tell me, or I would let you suffer and stop this."

He touched her sex and sensually massaged her entrance slowly with two of his fingers, tracing it with the pad of his fingers upward and downward.

Luna whimpered by how sensitive her body felt from the delicious thrill he made her feel.

"I would turn you on so much before we return to the cave, and you will spend the night tossing and turning, wishing that I have fucked you tonight." He growled with passion. "Accept my proposition,"

Apollyon swore that he could sense her pulse throbbing inside her core as her slick entrance clamped on his digits.

Her entrance might be less tight, but she was dripping wet down there.

Luna squirmed as he pushed her groin towards the heavenly motion of his fingers, finding treasure spots that would stimulate her better.

Whenever Apollyon slowed his thrusts down, the more her sexual appetites turned voracious, and she became desperate to ride him.

Luna was an open book, and every nuance of her expression made all the blood in his veins flowed to the south, engorging his cock.

Her salacious whimpers almost made his cock leak with pre-cum, but he held himself back. Apollyon slowed down as he summoned every ounce of self-control deep within him.

Her entire muscles tensed, and her breathing got faster as she held the back of his hand and pushed his fingers deeper. Her eyes? squeezed shut as she keened softly, "Here, Apollyon."

"You want them there?"

Luna moaned in pleasure as he slid his fingers upward and continued rubbing the hood of her clitoris in a circular motion.

Her skin was flushed, and the nipples on full breasts became erect. "Do you like when I insert my middle finger and rub at your little bud-like this?"

"Ah!"

His body was jolted out of their sexual play when his wife's concerning gasp pierced his eardrums.

He knew right away that it was far from the sound his wife usually made when she reached her climax.

Apollyon scanned her face if something was wrong—if his blunt digits were pumping too fast inside her inner walls, which caused abrasions--but then he quickly realized that it wasn't his three fingers inserted in her quim, which caused her distress.

Fiery twigs from the tall tree Luna used to call the Goddess fell to the crown of hair.

Apollyon glanced upon what should have been a tree canopy.

Now, it was reduced to a snag as the flames injured the living tissues out of its crown, foliage, branches down to its trunk.

His body still felt impossibly hot.

His carnal need was so potent that he couldn't even think straight.

He should have paid attention to his surroundings and stop acting like he couldn't care less. Apollyon had recognized the smoldering wood beforehand, but he expected the blaze to die down after Luna failed to call the Goddess of the Underworld.

Yet, the expectations didn't match the reality at all.

The flames were still there.

With his fast reflexes, Apollyon immediately grabbed his wife's elbow and distanced themselves from danger.

The moment Apollyon released her, her small hands flew to her hair as she patted at her hair in random spots, "Can you put out the flames? It's singeing my hair."

"I thought you are impervious to flames."? Apollyon reminded her.

Both of them were still sexually charged, standing on the edge of the precipice with imperceptible tingles on the expanse of their skin before they could finally let go.

"It doesn't hurt, but I want them gone." Face still red from his fingers, Luna's brows furrowed in concentration, "It felt heavy for some reason."

"It's not going away."

Apollyon gave his wife's hair a second glance, and his eyes widened in alarm.

He was mistaken.

It wasn't a burning twig on her hair but a snake with red eyes with fire on its dark green scales.

Apollyon had to snatch the slithering creature from on top of her head and threw it to the side with nonchalance.

"It was a snake, wife. It's gone now.' He raised his chin proudly. "I got rid of it."

Luna turned towards the thick shrubs as if she was about to look for the snake he discarded in the dark.

It turned out that his hunch was right.

When she stepped in that direction, Apollyon's fingers were like a manacle to her wrist.? "We need water for that for the poor thing."

His wife gave her a pleading look, and he shook his head no.

He even faked a flower for his stubborn wife for good measure.

"I had to put out the flames, too." She mused. "Maybe, a simple water spell will do since we are near a waterfall."

Apollyon just stood there in a daze, looking unperturbed, as he watched her decide the best course of action.

"Husband." Luna's frown of concentration turned into a pout.

As his cool gaze fell to her lips, he suddenly recalled what that thing could do—possibly better than magic.

Hopefully, he can test that again tonight.

"Husband. Apollyon." Luna repeated.

He was too distracted that it had come to the point that she had snapped her fingers in front of him to jolt him out of his sensual daydreams.

Nevertheless, he was grateful that his wife was also occupied reading his mind.

"You aren't doing anything except looking at me." Luna chided as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Right. I'm too distracted by that mouth." He leaned closer and pressed a kiss on his furrowed brow. "I'll make it rain in? this forest if? you kiss me twice." He murmured huskily, and Luna planted her palm on his chest.

"Don't. I'll do something about this. I made the fire, so I will be the one who is going to put it out."

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