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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"I'm ready to penetrate you."

Liquid heat bloomed at her core when Apollyon dug his long fingers on her inner thighs, his fingertips rubbing against her swollen nether lips.

Her cheeks flamed as her breathing raced, but Luna didn't move.

It hit different when Luna did that in her own free will compared to his husband's command.

"Luna." Apollyon's voice broke in a husky growl. "Don't make me wait." He bared his teeth as he focused on her tiny hard nipples, bent his neck forward, and give her one long lick at her sternum.

As he bit her lips to keep from moaning, Luna clenched her inner walls in anticipation as if she already had Apollyon's cock inside her.

The raw need in his voice made every hair on her body stand on end, "I want to be inside you."

She didn't want her husband to suffer anymore.

For the second time, she untied his belt's fabric, which kept his trousers together, allowing his pants to slip onto his strong, bulky thighs.

There was a soft rustle when it dropped to his ankles.

In this narrow alley, Apollyon was naked as the day as he was born while Luna had taken off her halter neck top and thrown it to the side.

She frowned.

What if somebody walking down the street saw them acting like savages, having sexual congress in the dark alleys?

The flowing light green skirts were the only clothing she had left, but it was as recognizable as tattered rags from how Apollyon tore them with his claws so he could touch her there.

The Vampire King and his Empress will appear homeless once they were done with the deed.

How would they search for appropriate clothes which would cover their privates?

Can the two of them return to Ostara and managed to look presentable in front of the King and Queen of the Spring Courts, or would they return home to finish the burning passion they have started, the hunger spreading like wildfire in their veins?

Oh my goddess, she just remembered!

"Apollyon." Covering a hand over her mouth in shock, she whispered urgently, "Apollyon." Luna slapped her husband's chest as her legs became restless. "I destroyed the clothes I borrowed from Lady Clarence."

"I don't care." Apollyon groaned with his head bowed down.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, busy trying to shove his straining hard cock pointing towards her quim.

Both of his hands were busy carrying her weight, and sadly, his husband didn't have three arms.

It was up to her to aid him, but she couldn't.

Luna was still bothered by Lady Clarence's clothes.

She had started to make friends with another female despite her awkwardness, and she couldn't afford to make a mistake.

Luna shifted in Apollyon's hold as she bit the inside of her cheek.

She had experienced a hundred betrayals in her life that her heart had shut off from other people, shielding her innermost thoughts and feelings from the world--except the one who mattered to her.

Luna had forgotten what friendship felt like, and she had blown off her chance to be close to Lady Clarence by granting her husband to destroy the dress she borrowed.

"Apollyon." Luna's head fell towards his shoulders just in case he hadn't heard her concerns correctly,

Frowning, she whispered, "Lady Clarence will hate me for destroying her clothes."

Apollyon sighed with a mix of surprise, amusement, and frustration. "I can replace it with a thousand gowns of the latest trends in the Faerie Realm." He paused to glance up at her while the tip of his prick probed at the hot moisture in her sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry about this." Apollyon groaned as if he was in unbearable pain. "She would be even gladder that I tore her skirts with my claws."

"The fragile foundation of our budding friendship—"

"You don't have to be friends with Lady Clarence." Apollyon raised her higher, shifting her position to align his cock better, analyzing which angle would hit her pleasure spot best. "Your husband is enough."

Jaws clenching, Apollyon pushed his thick shaft in her tight quim bit by bit.

But Luna was so tight—too tight—and he didn't know the cause of it.

Was she still anxious about the damned dress?

Ridiculous!

Was that important than their first coupling from her return from Hell?

Apollyon was compelled to withdraw.

Luna moaned for the loss of his shaft halfway on her tight sheath.

Apollyon leaned in to whisper in her ear. "The love I will offer you will surpass all those future friends of yours, including those fucking Archdemons—"

"But, husband—"

"I see you are still distracted by unimportant things," Apollyon said in a husky tone as he sucked her dusky nipples on one and then the other.

"You really have your priorities twisted, Luna." He bit hard on her areolas, and it bled.

Luna yelped and he soothed them with a moist lap of his tongue.

Apollyon had held her against the wall, pressing her back on the bricks in a sort of rough play.

He asked her, "What are we doing right now?"

Luna could barely keep her eyes open as she moaned, "S-sex?"

He gave her an evil smirk before pinching her inner thighs as a little punishment, "Why don't you stop talking and start moaning?"

Parting her legs as wide as he could, Apollyon's cock surged as he thrust himself deep into her.

Luna cried out as his stiff, throbbing member—forced, no demanded—its entry inside her kingdom without an apology of its size.

Memories of her last sexual encounter bombarded her with images of Apollyon in the Blood Beast's Pleasure Room.

Luna's skin tightened as if spiders were crawling into her flesh.

Nauseous, her stomach heaved in disgust, and she wanted Apollyon to stop and lower her to the ground.

She didn't know if she could go on fucking her husband without being traumatized by the image of Luxen haunting her at the back of her eyelids.

As if Apollyon had sensed that her mind wasn't in the present, Apollyon tilted his head to draw her mouth into his, parting her lips with his tongue.

A groan tore from him as he squeezed her thighs on each side of his hips.

As her sex tightened even more, Apollyon rocked his hips faster, and her moans grew louder.

'This is Apollyon.' Luna repeated this like a mantra. 'This is my real husband.'

It didn't long for Luna to cry out when she felt Apollyon's swollen shaft explode inside her.