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Vampire King Apollyon

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Your mouth on my quim." A finger caressed his lower lip, spreading the moisture of their shared saliva during the kiss.

She murmured in a slow blink, "Right. Now."

Apollyon's mouth fell open at how shameless his wife sounded, "Luna—"

"Shocked?" As if Apollyon's shock had given her courage, Luna jutted her chin in a dare, all the while her fingers trailed down his chest down to the bulge of his trousers without breaking eye contact.

After glancing around, her green eyes couldn't have been more than black as they returned to him.

She said in a breathy moan as she fondled at his lower lip, "Would you prefer I ride you or suck you with my mouth?"

Was this déjà vu?

It felt like this had happened before with Lilith, who was in Luna's body, except for the mad desperation.

"I d-don't know what's wrong with you, wife." Apollyon stuttered, and he cursed at how pathetic it sounded.

Squinting at her, warmth flushed across his cheekbones as he cursed in regret.

He couldn't live with this embarrassment.

Vampire Kings do not stutter in the presence of their beloved.

Clearing his throat, he unconsciously fidgeted in his position instead of pacing around.

He needed to release this pent-up frustration, but he had to wait it out. "You are Luna, right?"

He looked down at her with a scowl, "You are not Lilith?"

"I—I'm serious." Luna said, wearing a soft, sphinx-like smile as she fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, making his heart beat rapidly, "I wouldn't back off from this offer." What would she do next? "I want to—"

As he watched her with hooded eyes, Apollyon's face, neck, and ears were impossibly hot when Luna loosened the belt of his trousers.

Sweat gathered on his temples, dripping in his clenched jaw.

He just stood there with his back against the wall, frozen in place, his cock sprung into Luna's hands.

Apollyon parted his lips and groaned when she pumped it up and down without warning--once, twice--and now it was leaking with pre-cum.

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes fell close from the delicious friction, making his nerves tingle and his mind soar.

If Luna kept this up, he wouldn't last long.

With lids shut tight, Apollyon clenched his fists as he groaned his command even if the proof of his desire was against it.

"Luna, stop." A growl rumbled out of him.

A good wife that she was, Luna followed his order for the first time that he half-wondered if the fake Luna had taken over.

Luna stopped pumping him of his precious seed before it fell to the ground.

It was the sweetest torment when she didn't remove the grip on his rod.

Apollyon could feel the few calluses on her palms.

Glancing up at him as she watched the slightest nuance of his expression, Luna asked in a frown, "You don't like if I use my hand to make you come?"

He made the mistake of inhaling, and he became more obsessed with the scent of her arousal permeating in the air. "You aren't this aggressive---I mean… "He cleared his throat, "There is dominance in you, but not to this degree."

"What is your preference then?" Luna's brows knitted in confusion, bothered by Apollyon's doubt, "Had it changed from my disappearance?"

"You are still my wife, right?" Apollyon's hand covered Luna's hand that was on his shaft and squeezed, loving the feel of her hand on his prick, "Luna?"

"Yes, I'm still Luna." His wife's smoldering look and that diamond twinkle in her eye was a strike of lightning down his spine.

The zip of desire and excitement flooded his body with sluggish warmth.

"I felt detached from you for a while because of my uncontrollable jealousy with Princess Alisabethe, husband." Luna explained, and the scent of her arousal became stronger, "I want to be the one to make you lose control." Her words made his nipples bead and made his dick throb. "Fill me up and mark me with your seed."

Apollyon had glanced above them to deflect his lust which was a challenge he planned to win.

Night had fallen in Krinoniapolis like a whisper of ink-black over their heads, illuminated by the stars, which appeared like sprinkled pixie dust.

Blinking, Apollyon paused, rubbing his chin to examine his thoughts, and ignored Luna's indecent proposal.

He didn't like making his wife wait when it came to her pleasure, and he wasn't the patient type when it came to this, as well.

It was torture, but his patience would help him reach greater heights.

Sexual congress with the wife was his utmost priority, but he liked to tease Luna for a little bit as revenge for the blue balls for the past week.

Luna wore nothing but sultry underwear every night, claiming the weather was too hot and humid.

Luna was a vampire who was a cold-blooded creature, and Archdemons were accustomed to fire.

She laid next to him and did nothing but sleep in his embrace.

He didn't sleep a wink, cursing in his mind for Luna's self-imposed abstinence without explanation.

Apollyon couldn't even do something to alleviate his raging erection.

"Husband." Luna took a deep breath and sighed in annoyance. "You were asking for this for the past few weeks." Luna edged towards him in a tip-toe, urging him to look at her, but he shook his head in refusal.

She pleaded, "I'm primed and ready for penetration."

"Hmm." Apollyon's lips were pressed tight to keep himself from smiling.

Apollyon didn't forget how Luna had refused his sexual advances when she returned from Hell as if she didn't want anything to do with him.

His wife was fine with innocent touches and skin-to-skin contact, but if he attempted to escalate the act into foreplay, Luna was quick to pull away from him, cover her mouth in a yawn and retire to bed, claiming she was exhausted.

Now, his lonely nights would take a one-eighty degree turn.

There was something fishy going on.

Apollyon suggested, "Should we go home?"

Luna replied. "We can go back to the 'Ostara' and do it on the table."