Apollyon wasn't known for being extravagant for no reason.

The Vampire King's infamous orgies of excess usually consisted of females from the Consortium and other male guests held at the Vampire King's Castle.

Drunken guests are confronted with a dozen royal vampires and consorts smeared with blood and bounded wrists tied to the oversized king beds and couches.

Everything in the Vampire King's castle and the Apollyon's lair was covered in gold, adorned with jewels and mother-of-pearl.

Besides using the finest marble and decorations such as fine wall paintings and gilded colonnades, the Vampire King's Castle was also a technical marvel with soaring domes, revolving ceilings, ornamental fountains, and even waterfalls running down the walls.

Large areas of the ground floor were dedicated to the banquet rooms laid out in a surprising maze of rooms in all shapes and sizes—accompanying an array of sun-courts, sitting rooms, access corridors, and service room,

The chief banqueting room was circular, and it revolved in perpetual night and day, like the Heavens, imitating the motion of the celestial bodies.

There, non-vampire guests would dine on the most extraordinary delicacies.

Gorging on gallons of blood and wine, they retire only to enjoy sex between courses.

The dining room had ceilings of fretted ivory and panels which could slide back, letting a rain of flower petals and perfume from hidden pipes sprinkle down from above unto his guests.

The Blue Peacock room, which was one of the most opulent pleasure rooms in the Vampire King's lair, used to be where the Vampire King hosted one of his notoriously wild parties in private.

He was the only male in the room, pleasured by his many concubines.

It was octagonal-shaped with an oculus in the dome covered with stained glass mosaics where people can watch the sunlight streaming in through the hole or pretty constellations in the sky during the night time.

The octagonal hall led to rooms on five sides with waterfalls running each side down to the back of the wall.

The Vampire King walked to his pleasure room with a single-minded purpose, and that was to release his pent-up frustration.

He was sexually charged even after spilling his seed.

His wife's teasing once again aroused him.

Apollyon's desires for his mate were insatiable; his cock was like a phoenix rising through the ashes even after finishing his orgasm.

It didn't even give him a well-deserved break.

In his mind's eye, Apollyon could see his hands stroking the silky softness of Luna's skin, his lips brushing her cheek and murmuring all of the tender words Apollyon had been too proud—or too foolish—to say.

The images had faded away like a mirage in a desert.

Using his hand to pleasure himself wouldn't even be close to satisfaction.

Now, he had to spill this cum somewhere, preferably to some concubine's impersonal warm and wet mouth.

The more he suppressed his lust for the High Priestess inside him, the more he set himself on fire with arousal.

It wouldn't really matter if he used one concubine for tonight.

It can't be helped.

He just needed to get off, be back immediately to the bedroom, and sleep on the couch as if nothing happened.

People would expect the Vampire King's castle rooms would all be equally luxurious. Still, even by the standards of other Kings in other Realms, the Blue Peacock room was excessive even if it was located in his lair alone for privacy.

There were moonlit pool gardens outside and communal baths flowing with seawater and sulfur springs.

The Vampire King reclined at his fancy couch at the Blue Peacock Room as he waited for a concubine to attend to him.

This was the High Priestess' fault.

She didn't know that she was playing with fire.

Apollyon needed to dispel this boredom and melt the fatigue he felt from the sexual urge he can't seem to shake off.

The Vampire King wore nothing but a pair of loose-fitting trousers and an open black vest beneath his rippling crimson cloak, which showed his well-defined slabs of muscle in his broad chest and upper arms.

"Mates can be possessive." The Vampire King heard the soft words in his head, and he thought he had imagined it at first.

Apollyon was sure that didn't come from his mind alone.

If it wasn't his, then it was from the High Priestess.

Apollyon's eyebrows almost reached his hairline at the sudden development.

Did the High Priestess know that he could hear her?

The Vampire King smirked as he sat on a fancy chaise while waiting for the concubines to come into the pleasure room.

As an experiment, Apollyon projected his musings to deliver the message to his mate and piss her off. "They can be possessive, but that didn't mean they can't fuck other people with no strings attached--if they really tried--just to get rid of their sexual urges."

There was a pause, and Apollyon felt the High Priestess' withdrawal.

It felt like Luna wasn't there on the other side when Apollyon couldn't sense her emotions--like she had them hidden somewhere.

The High Priestess's consciousness was faint, but she had remained observant and watchful to him.

"I want you to perform any wifely duties I would require of you, but I guess there was no happy ending to that, wife." Apollyon murmured huskily, hoping that it would reach her and make her feel a little bit guilty for teasing him.

Nothing.

The concubine he had asked for had entered the room and the lock slid in with a click.

As the woman neared him, The Vampire King realized that she smelled like roses.

Her lush and curvaceous body was draped in a purple wraparound gown.

With the low, wide neckline of her gown, her large breasts were exposed as possible.

The girl had long, thick hair on the shades of crimson reaching up to her waist.

The concubine smiled and bowed. "Your Highness."

Apollyon should feel a surge of overwhelming lust and desire as he scanned the concubine's almost naked body, but unfortunately, he had none.

But maybe, he would be able to manage with magic.

Her lovely pale green lingered on Apollyon. "I am pleased to serve you, Your Highness."

As the concubine righted herself, her eyes travelled up to his form.

Knowing he would regret it in the endless days--and nights--to come but unable to stop himself, Apollyon reached down to stroke the shimmering strands of the concubine's hair, marvelling at its softness beneath his hand.

The Vampire King's palm glided over the downy curve of her cheek, the pad of his thumb skating dangerously near her lips.

A breathless laugh escaped her, and her voice deepened a husky octave. Her lashes even fluttered in a coy manner. "I am yours to use my King."

The Vampire King said in a satin drawl. "Alterno faciem, Luna."

Apollyon smiled, and his fangs had elongated when he saw the image of Luna in front of him in place of the concubine.

"Where would you like me?" The concubine with the face of his wife asked.

The Vampire King glanced around the room before focusing on the luxurious canopy bed. "There."

He took the High Priestess' hand and led her towards the bed.

Luna went over as told as the skirts of her silky dress twirled behind her.

She sat down on the satin coverlet, but when she shifted her legs up, Apollyon shook his head.

He went over to the woman as he stood on the edge of the bed. "Get out of the bed and kneel in front of me."

Luna sunk her knees in front of him obediently.

When her hands went to her gown as if she were going to undo it, Apollyon stopped her.

"Don't take off your clothes. You are only allowed to suck my cock, nothing more." Apollyon said. "You aren't allowed to touch me either, concubine."

Dismay played over Luna's features, widening her eyes.

This time, when the concubine inclined her head, it seemed out of shame, not deference.

"I apologize, Your Highness." The concubine said softly.

Her voice was high and pure, like a songbird's call, but it grated the Vampire King's nerves because it didn't belong to his wife even if he had changed the concubine's appearance into Luna's likeness.

"I will suck your cock now."

As the light of dawn extended over the Vampire Realm, the early morning quiet was shattered by a piercing scream. "Apollyon!"

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Luna had thrown a velvet shawl over her transparent nightgown and slipped out of their bedroom to chase after him.

She had teleported just outside the door to the Blue Peacock room and busted it down, running across the room to intercept him and the other Luna, her feet bare and her long silver hair streaming down her back like a child's.

Her pretty eyes had narrowed into slits, and a cold gust blew through the room, making the room grow colder with her in it.

Luna's anger was a tangible thing, and it reached out, brushing over his body like hands.

The Vampire King's face scrunched into a scowl as he stalked towards her, clenching his fists.

'Did any male saw her while she traipsed around his lair without wearing proper clothing?'

Luna had stumbled to a halt in front of him, lifting her stubborn little chin to an angle he recognized only too well.

Her big mismatched eyes had darkened with accusation as she blurted out the one question that was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. "How can you cheat on me with myself on our wedding night?"