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THE VAMPIRE KING

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Apollyon desired for the Vampire Realm to be more united than before.

He vowed to be a good Emperor and consider his loyal subjects' hardships and help them alleviate it.

The Vampire Realm wasn't poor because the villagers can earn by mining gold, silver, diamonds, and other precious minerals.

Apollyon wanted to implement his past plans for the Vampire Realm before he got possessed by the Archdemon of Gluttony.

It left his political mind befuddled that the other Kings had no choice but to avoid this Kingdom after informing them, through sending messengers, that he would cut off their alliance for the meantime until he decided to resume them.

Because of the new High Priestess Luna, he finally understood the effects and complications of an Archdemon to the Vampire Realm's downfall.

They had shared his physical body, he and the Archdemon, and when it was time to gain his consciousness, he did his best to keep the Vampire Realm afloat, pacifying the Archdemon by increasing the number of her Harem Collection for sexual congress and making female criminals from his Realm and other Realms into blood slaves to feed its hunger.

The six Kings (Faerie, Feline, Shadow, Merfolk, Werewolves, Dragon) he had made alliances with in the past had visited the Vampire Realm right away when they received the news that he finally got rid of his curse.

He was ready to strengthen the friendship and sign agreements to develop their Realms, which they had sorted out for the last two weeks while his Empress was asleep.

Now that sword duels had ended, the people had resumed the rest of the afternoon until the evening to prepare for their own celebration, which was Vampire Realm's Night Festival.

In contrast, the royalties would resume their activities on the Masquerade Ball her wife had originally planned for her Coronation Ceremony.

Apollyon might have changed the flow of events a little, but he made it his soul's mission to fulfill the Empress' wishbut not all of them.

Closing his eyes, Apollyon remembered how his wife had moaned while he pleasured her, and he swore he could still smell the evidence in his fingers.

He clenched his fist, fighting the urge to place his fingers in his mouth so that he could taste her essence once again.

God, he couldn't wait to eat her out like she was his dinner after another one of these stifling royal court episodes.

Apollyon had been the Vampire King for a long time, and he had already attended a lot of royal balls that bored the fuck out of him.

Now that his stubborn, entertaining, and lovable wife was here?

He smirked as he shifted in his seat, 'Not anymore.'

Apollyon had pretended to cradle his head with his palm as his elbow rested in his armchair, but in actuality, he was daydreaming what will happen tonight.

He had it all planned out: the setting, the step-by-step process and the application of his knowledge of the Kama Sutra.

His mind had replayed repetitive scenes of him and his Empress in their bed-chamber as they prayed to the goddess—no, they would be no praying that would take place—but Luna could be if he stimulated her enough.

He noticed her favorite 'go-to statements' when she was on the verge of orgasm was to chant his name like a spell or to mumble 'oh my goddess' in fast forward.

Ah~ good times.

He was glad that his wife had been comfortable with his physical touches and his love languages.

The Empress seemed to have gotten used to him and his temperament, too, and that was good news!

Apollyon had tried his best to change his temperament to match hers.

It meant that their blood bond would get stronger.

Their communication styles had gotten clear and concise, and he loved that his wife had started to get adventurous to sexual congress, which was fine by him.

He wanted his innocent, virgin wife to love sex as much as he did without it being a taboo thing because it was a natural phenomenon between blood bonded pairs, and there was nothing to be ashamed about.

Fortunately, the vague part of their relationship had been cleared out like a cloud of smoke blown by a refreshing breeze.

This wasn't the time to fester misunderstandings now that Apollyon had been threatened by the manifestation of the Archdemon of Gluttony in Luna's life, based on her distinct golden eyes and the black-ink markings glowing gold around her body every time he touched her.

As Luna's husband and a possessive one at that, he had desired to lash out every time his gaze settled on the demonic runes all over her body.

Luna hadn't mentioned any effect of the tattoos, which indicated pain, but it scared Apollyon like a ticking time bomb.

Apollyon's mouth firmed as he shook his head, driving those useless thoughts away.

He forced his rigid muscles to listen and went back to lewd his wife in his mind for a while.

He remained seated on his golden chair in the throne room--along with the rest of the Kings--as they waited for the Empress's entrance and the rest of the women from the Consortium.

He had noticed he had unconsciously bitten his lip in expectation of the Luna's dress.

Apollyon's gaze had been fixed to the double doors of the ballroom, his eyes never leaving the knob until it turned.

He hooked one ankle over the other while his fingers tapped his armchair impatiently.

When the knob of the ballroom turned steadily, Apollyon felt like he had manifested the ladies by magic after staring intensely at the ballroom entrance, willing for his Empress to hurry up and enter.

They had parted for three hours to dress up for the masquerade ball after getting rid of the blood splattered all over their clothes and skin, but it felt like she had been gone for days.

How can he miss her so quickly when they were just together earlier?

He was dangerously obsessed with his wife, and he wouldn't know what to do if he lost her.

Instead of remaining seated with the Kings as they waited for them to approach their thrones like pretty walking gifts waiting to be unwrapped, Apollyon scrambled out of his seat and headed towards the door to greet Empress Luna and the Consortium.