Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (November 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Luna's ears had turned red as well, making him confused.

As he covered his naked body with the blankets, Apollyon laid sideways and faced her with his propped elbow while cradling his head.

Maybe, it's because her body was still adjusting to the cold by increasing her body heat even more… he didn't know.

What was she embarrassed about when he should be the one feeling ashamed for acting like the Archdemon of Lust?

He shouldn't go overboard with his sexual desires when his wife had only two months left to give birth to their child that might lead to her death.

It seemed like a heavy, thick fog had lurked over their heads as the awkward silence ensued.

It frustrated him that he couldn't read her mind at this moment.

Oh, right.

What were they talking about?

Ah, yes.

The silver hair she had that he loved from the first time he saw her.

Apollyon almost forgot since his thoughts had quickly scattered after that short, fervent kiss.

He combed his fingers through his dark hair, feeling relieved that his insatiable thirst didn't make him mistreat her—that his predatory vampire instinct didn't make him force himself on her.

"Your hair had created abrasions on your skin. It is time to cut it off." Apollyon said flatly. "Your neck bleeds and the texture of your hair isn't helping."

Luna sighed before she tried to face the wall of their royal bedchamber as she was able with her back slightly turned on him.

Every passing second made him drown in shame and regret, tempting him to curl into a fetal position as if that would make him disappear.

Apollyon stayed still and watched her back with a laser-like focus with a matching frown, willing her to turn.

Luna rasped in response, and he could sense that her mood had changed. "As? you wish, Vampire King." Her shoulders were hunched over in a kind of submission that alarmed him. "Do what you will." However, that alarm disintegrated into the ethers when she added, "Now that I have done your bidding, it is time for you to do to listen to my request. I want to go outside."

"You can't."

There was no reason for Luna to ask this because his response would always be no.

Apollyon had no idea what made him do this, but his hand clutched the back of his wife's hair and pulled them, wondering which length suited her.

"I want to see what is happening around the Material Realm." Luna's voice went smaller, as if she already knew that he would refuse no matter how many times he rephrased the question. "I feel good now that you are here."

At this moment, Apollyon had already scooted closer to her side of the bed so that he could wrap an arm over her chest. "No."

"Apollyon. Please. Just let me." Luna pleaded, but Apollyon didn't think that going outside was urgent for his pregnant wife.

Maybe, she was trying her luck on him so that she could feel in control of her life and surroundings.

It seemed like his wife was rebelling against him, being picky and unreasonable with her request. "It is my wish to see the world after being cooped up in this room for so long." He scowled with every soft word Luna uttered. "I want to see the sun shine."

"It's raining." Apollyon snapped.

He didn't lie, though.

Luna would figure out if he would take her to the close balcony and let her take a peek, but he wouldn't let her move that far while she was heavily pregnant.

"Perhaps, taking a bath will help improve your condition and invigorate your spirit." Apollyon suggested once he recalled what Queen Morgan told him.

She said that pregnant women felt like ripping their skin to shreds the moment their uterus began to expand and their stomach's skin stretched.

The Winter Season might persuade them to have hot baths, but that would be dangerous for his wife's womb.

Rubbing soothing oils to moisturize his wife's dry skin as she bathed in warm water would be better.

Apollyon made it his mission to let his wife enjoy every second of it.

To make up for the lost time he wasn't by her side due to their true mission in the Autumn Courts, he will see to it that his wife is pampered.

Luna took a long breath, then another, before her shoulders shivered. "It is too cold."

"I will tell the servants to use warm water. It should be quick." After dragging his raven hair that had fallen across his forehead to the back, Apollyon hugged her tighter. "I asked the birth attendant Queen Morgan had assigned to you told me? that this warm bath should be less than ten minutes so as not to harm the baby. Yet, I have heard that you still refused to let the water touch your skin. You don't have to do anything because I will carry you."

"If I take a bath, will you take me outside?"

Apollyon's shoulders tensed when she brought the subject up again.

Why did she keep on insisting?

Perhaps, he would have to find a way to fulfill the strangest yet impossible wishes of a pregnant wife.

"I can't take you outside the estate but I will accompany you to sit by the chair in the balcony and hold the umbrella for you." Finally, he gave in but maybe, he could divert into something else enough to give her some time to change her mind.

"I also had a gift for you." Releasing her from his hold, Apollyon turned to reach for the perfume bottle he had deposited on the bedside table after taking his clothes off and hopping on the bed. "It's from Queen Morgan."

"What is it?" She asked, and the stunning shade of her emerald eyes was replaced with dilating pupils.

His wife wasn't different from most women when it came to this.

It appeared like she liked receiving gifts and surprises just like them.