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Vampire King Apollyon

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Luna wasn't his wife if she wasn't teasing him every chance she got.

She even resisted spreading her legs as he told her to do.

In the end, when he attempted to part her thighs, she gave in.

Apollyon felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with the 'White Stag' injected through his bloodstreams made him sluggish yet aroused as all those warmth shoot down straight to his cock.

Devouring his wife was always his favourite part of the sexual congress.

Apollyon recalled how Luna had watched him earlier with a strange look on her face as she leaned her elbow on the mattress, cradling her head with a hand.

It was a striking and surprisingly seductive pose that indicated how relaxed she was now compared to the last few weeks hiding that secret.

She wasn't worried about their problems anymore, and he would prefer that it didn't happen in the first place.

He shook his head as he tried to forget what Luna told him this afternoon.

Out of sight.

Out of mind.

The alcohol was effective in numbing his pain, and he would like to keep it that way.

Apollyon wished he could see her in that pose all night, but they have more important things to do.

Her quim was so smooth, soft and wet that it felt like he was running his tongue inside his cheek.

He knew that Luna liked it whenever he went down on her, even if she didn't want to admit it.

Sometimes, Luna was bold and shameless, but there were times when she was shy and reluctant when it came to bed-sport.

Apollyon thought that it depended on her mood.

He wanted to make sure that both parties enjoyed the activity together, and Apollyon also liked the intimacy it brought to their relationship.

He desired to mark her by running his hands over her breasts, stomach, ass and thighs, envelop her into his embrace, reminding her over and over who she belonged to.

Apollyon spent a lifetime of experience pleasuring the women in his Consortium, so he knew what they preferred when it came to devouring them down there.

These encounters were only practices for the real deal--his mate.

It was time to put his tongue skills into good use and blow Luna's mind.

He will see if his wife can withstand the amazing things his tongue could do.

Apollyon applied what he had learned about Luna's preferences when it came to eating her quim.

Apollyon flicked his tongue as its rough bumps ran over her clitoris.

She moaned as her eyes fell shut.

Then, he moved his tongue up and down to her little nub before moving into circular motion, alternating from side to side.

When he wanted to bring her closer to the edge, Apollyon let the tip pulsate rapidly in her quim and hitting her clitoris at the same time.

She was getting more aroused, and more juices came out from her, and Apollyon licked them like he was a cat who got the cream—a cream which had a tangy scent.

It was the most potent drug he had ever tasted.

Apollyon not only used his tongue to drive her insane but also his nose as he immersed and dove deep in her quim with his face.

Luna made loud noises, and he smirked, knowing that it was him who can turn her into a trembling mess when it came to making love.

That, itself, was an affirmation that she liked what he was doing and that no words can say how much she was enjoying this.

He glanced at her, liking how her nipples perked in the cold air as she squirmed and angled her pelvis on his lips without inhibition.

She was a sensual creature.

"Husband." Luna tugged at his hair so that he could meet her gaze, and Apollyon gave her a mischievous grin. "Why are you stopping?"

A pause, "I'm catching a breath."

Luna squinted at him with suspicion before she rested her head back to the pillow. "Alright."

She waited, and Apollyon's mouth moved closer to blow air on her sensitive folds.

Luna shivered. "Husband!"

Apollyon raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Lifting her chin, Luna scowled at him, "What are you doing down there?"

He ignored her as he slightly inserted his finger without getting too deep as she needed.

"Such a pretty quim." Apollyon cooed, letting out an evil chuckle as he looked at her up close.

Face flushing in chagrin, Luna's hand flew to her mound as she tried to cover herself from his scrutiny.

"Don't cover this beauty right here." Apollyon swatted her hand away and clamped his fingers on her inner thighs to make her stay in place, wide open for his delectation. "I want to commit them into my memory while I still have the chance."

"Oh," Luna whispered as she pushed against his hand. "I thought you were sarcastic."

"No, I find it fascinating." He said in wonder. "It's different from the others."

"Are you comparing my quim to other women you have seen?"

"Hmm." Ignoring her jealousy, Apollyon gave her three deep and long licks before he replied, "You taste the best too."

"Well, at least I'm the best." Luna sighed as she played her breasts with her fingers as if she took the matter of arousal into her own hands. "Don't worry. I don't plan on going anywhere either." Luna pleaded, "Now stop teasing me and hurry up, husband."

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon brows knitted in determination as he began to take her to even greater heights.

The pleasure building up was more intense this time than before because he had teased and edged her.

Luna was having difficulty telling how she felt because all of her coherent thoughts have gone out of the window.

Even the lips of her numb mouth had gone dry.

Talking seemed futile as her entire body quivered with the force of her lust.

Apollyon set the rhythm, and he knew he found the right places to hit and linger when she gritted her teeth.

As her thighs spasmed from the onslaught, Luna could hear the beat of her heart throbbing on the same rhythm of the ache in her little bud of pleasure.

It wouldn't take long before she reached her climax.

Her whole body shook, and she was running out of breath.

She was as tight as a bowstring, and she could feel herself giving in.

Luna felt like her mind was drowning with the rapture he had evoked on her,

Her entire being was focused on that one tiny little bud of pleasure and the movements of her husband's tongue sucking and licking it.

Apollyon's hand was an anchor keeping her down on the mattress because she couldn't help but arch and grind against his mouth.

Breathing hard, her body had raged with the urge to climax that she would do anything to get it.

Eyebrows knitting in a scowl, Luna parted her lips, moaning.

Her body burned despite the storm outside.

Heavy liquid warmth settled at her core, growing… increasing… threatening to overwhelm her before a wave of tidal pleasure wash over her consciousness.

Her orgasm was massive.

She screamed his name when she came, gasping for breath while she clutched the sheets.

Luna wailed as tears leaked at the corner of her eyes, so weak and euphoric at the same time.

When he released her, Luna collapsed on the bed with her legs still shaking but her husband….

Her husband had fallen asleep with his face between her inner thighs.