Hell's Consort

Chapter 356 - Ostara, The First Day Of Spring

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Luna never shied away from public displays of affection, but she had refused sexual congress with him behind closed doors.

Apollyon became worried that he had acquired a habit of biting his nails when his wife shared that she didn't feel like doing it when he seduced her at night, claiming that she was exhausted.

Once again, Apollyon respected her and didn't enforce his 'husbandly rights'.

He took her consent with a sincere heart.

He was just disturbed by this sudden absence of sexual intimacy, afraid that his wife had lost her physical connection with him.

Now that his wife was pregnant, Apollyon's urge for it became stronger, craving it more than blood.

Blood will always rank a bit higher to a vampire's needs compared to sex.

If? his brain began conditioning him this way, it would be dangerous if he couldn't satisfy this urge.

Luna and Apollyon didn't go back to the Vampire Realm yet.

His wife had insisted on travelling and seeing wonderful sights that the Faerie Realm can offer.

She told him of the whimsical faerie paintings she had seen lined up on the Vampire castle walls, created by Apollyon's mother, Empress Ourania, Princess of the Summer Courts.

At the same time, she was imprisoned in the Palace of Scleranthus by his father.

Apollyon wanted to humour his wife and give her whatever she wanted—spoil her and their unborn baby with his time, gifts, attention, and most especially his love.

If she showed a desire to stay in the Faerie Realms, he would allow her as long as he would be by her side.

At least, he had his wife all to himself and bond with her more during these moments.

This was the first time he had stepped into the Faerie Realms, so he was excited to travel too.

Apollyon also planned to kill two birds—no, four—because he would introduce her to each court's ruling nobility to gain their favour, making friends with their potential allies.

It would be not easy to convince the remaining Courts, but as long as Apollyon had his wife beside him, his chances would increase.

Nothing could resist his charming Empress if she turned on her charms and magnify them.

Apollyon and Luna will celebrate the 'Ostara'—the first day of the spring during the vernal equinox--with the Royal Family and the rest of the Spring Courts.

The Vernal Equinox was a special event because it was when the day and night were equal.

The Spring Courts never ran out of parties because the Royal Family loved these events.

As his insides flooded with warmth,? Apollyon couldn't wait to parade her Empress around—that she was awake, safe and alive—for all the Fair Folk to see.

It was so different from the past year when Luna laid in her flowerbed proceeding to the Spring Castle like her funeral.

There was a variety of food on their table—mostly fruits, cakes, and wine--which the servants had laden out to the early guests.

The sight and aroma of food were pleasant to his vampire senses, but unfortunately, they couldn't eat any of them.

That didn't stop the faerie servants from offering them, though.

They have settled in their respective seats reserved for the Vampire King and Queen at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The celebration will start at six o'clock, which was four hours from now, so they still had time to roam around the city docks overlooking the river, walking hand-in-hand and taking in the romantic view.

"Ah, husband," Luna whined softly as she leaned towards him at the table.

He could see the entire galaxy as he stared deep into her green eyes, sparkling like stars.

Luna raised one foot from under the table and caressed it from his ankle to his thigh, almost rubbing against his crotch.

Apollyon's spine straightened from his seat at the sudden contact.

Did she do this on purpose when she couldn't be bothered every night?

His rod began to harden when she moaned, "My feet hurt."

Apollyon swallowed hard and curbed his libido down, shoving them back to the deepest recesses of his dirty mind.

Clearing his throat, he let his stool drag on the wooden boards as he bent his head down to catch the errant foot that had seduced him.

His cheekbones flushed with warmth when he witnessed her inner thighs up close.

He blinked rapidly as he let his gaze travel to her shapely legs.

Her ivory legs were parted, and it was amusing to see his wife sit like him—as a man—in those feminine clothes, and at least, she had worn underwear beneath her transparent skirts.

Apollyon was the only man allowed to see her hidden secrets of pleasure.

That morning, Lady Clarence had let his wife borrow some clothes that she could wear for the 'Ostara', but all of them were of smaller size.

He preferred Luna's clothes to be tighter because they showcased her curves well.

When Luna wore a white laced halter-neck top, showing that her stomach already had a growing bump, everything she had worn was small and tight.

His wife was taller than other women.

Her light green skirts with multiple layers flowing around her like ripples of water should have left gorgeous trains at her back, only reached an inch above her ankles.

When he had grabbed her foot, he noticed that her Achilles heel was red and sore from the repeated scraping of her skin. "Why did you wear Lady Clarence's shoes if it didn't fit you?"

He scolded her in a growl, "I could have ordered someone to buy at the Market, or we could go together so that you can choose the one you liked."

"I don't want to waste money," Luna replied as Apollyon carefully removed her shoes and placed them close to each other under the table, leaving her momentarily barefoot just enough for her wound to heal and seal shut. "The floorboards are squeaky clean, so I might as well walk barefoot for now."