Hell's Consort

Chapter 478 - Not In Broad Daylight, Please!

New Chapter in Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Arhcdemon Empress Luna

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"I don't want to tell this because you might find me strange, wife." Apollyon's blue eyes smouldered as he took a glimpse at her lips before it returned to her eyes.

She caressed the hard angle of his jaw with a hand as she glanced up at him, wearing a smile. "I already find you strange. Tell me what is it, then."

"It's not a fetish of mine."

She took an involuntary stepped backwards, and Apollyon noted her slight withdrawal.

He narrowed his gaze at her sandals, but he said nothing.

Apollyon shouldn't be surprised.

That line made it even more suspicious. Luna commented. "That sounds like a fetish."

"I like it when you sweat." Apollyon said bluntly as his attention moved to the torn aquamarine gown he gifted her when he finally had his money exchanged to the currency in the Summer Courts. "The smell is stronger in the Summer Realm since you are sweating a lot."

"Does it…" Luna dropped her hand from his face, all the while averting her gaze as her face warmed in chagrin. "Does it smell bad?"

"The scent of it…." Apollyon paused as if he was weighing his words carefully before he went on, "It's fragrant and addictive. The scent becomes sweeter. If I don't have any ounce of self-control I would be all over you."

He took a step forward and towered over her.

Bending his head, Apollyon leaned closer to inhale the crown of her head.? "I want to fuck all the time. Ever since we arrived here. I think it's your pheromones. The attraction gets stronger and the masculine mate is more affected by this. The urge to breed is strong especially when the female is pregnant."

"Oh my goddess!" Luna gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

It must be the damned pheromones attracting him to her.

It's because of the pregnancy that she was sore and worn out.

She couldn't explain it, but Apollyon's seductive words struck a chord in her, sending her into overdrive.

It was a kindle to the flames flowing through her bloodstreams, igniting the passions inside her, which made the tiny hairs on her skin stand on their end.

The sunshine was deep-seated into their bones, making their bright day even hotter and making her husband's chiselled perfection glow.

At the moment, his aura was gold, and it was the happiest colour she had ever seen today, so different from the darkness she had seen from Princess Ourania.

"No wonder you are acting like you are a sex-deprived maniac when I always give you when where and how you wanted it every single time. You are more intense than normal."

Apollyon's cheekbones were flushed.

"I apologize that I always tire you in the bedchamber." It was laughable how her husband had the nerve to feel embarrassed.

She saw Apollyon's brows knitted in determination.

Luna's gaze fell unto his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard.

One large hand cupped her nape possessively before his fingers caressed her scalp for a few seconds.

She loved the sensation of his nails scratching against the sensitive skin at the back of her skull.

He gently tugged her head with her thick silver locks between his fingers, and Luna was forced to glance up at him.

Apollyon's mouth swooped in and kissed her with expertise.

As sweat dripped down her back, Apollyon's heat coming out of his skin made her even hotter as he wrapped his arms around her.

Luna allowed her eyes to fell shut, reassuring herself that Apollyon's existence wasn't a dream.

This embrace was particularly unique. It calmed something inside her soul, making her more content to dwell in each passing moment.

As she lifted her arms to rest her hands on his broad shoulders, Luna swore she would treasure him with every second of her life that they were together.

Luna only felt joy when she was with her husband.

But, she suddenly remembered that they weren't alone.

A lot of Faerie Sentinels watched them.

Spies.

She pushed him away.

Luna shook her head to get a hold of herself.

With bared teeth, she said in a whisper-shout as she clutched his front tunic. "Apollyon,you really have no shame. You are jumping me in broad daylight on this bridge. I can sense Fae Archers' eyes watching us from the arrow slits behind the castle walls."

"We are just kissing out here." Apollyon told her with such cool arrogance that made her want to slap the back of his hand for rubbing lazily against her erect nipple.

He bit his moist lip as he gave her cleavage a quick furtive glance. "I'm not peeling off your bodice."

'Uh-huh.' Luna raised a curious eyebrow at him.

Apollyon was already taking her clothes off with his mischievous gaze, and his muscles were all bunched, which meant something was 'up'.

It wasn't like she didn't appreciate her husband's attention.

Luna folded her arms across her chest as her knowing gaze landed on his crotch area.

Tilting her head, she focused on him and murmured huskily, "--but I want you to."

Apollyon laughed.

It was the most glorious sound to hear a grumpy loved one laugh, and she was the only one who could do it, making her feel like you are flying high in the clouds.

"Shameless wife." Apollyon smirked as he took a step forward. "Come here."

"Please, don't." Giggling, Luna danced out of her husband's reach when he stretched his arm to lock his fingers on her wrist.

Apollyon was the epitome of dangerous temptation when he whispered, "I saw a large bush at the courtyard earlier."

Luna slapped him in the shoulder. "Stop jesting."

"I like the smell of your skin, the feel of your arms wrapped around my back. Your legs locked around my waist. You always give your husband what you want and I have no complaints. I am not searching for anyone else."