Hell's Consort

Chapter 109 - Ownership*

Chapter 109 - Ownership*

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Vampire King

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Apollyon had to do a double-take to make sure about what he had witnessed.

He narrowed his eyes, squinting at the commotion at the back.

There was rising tension between the Sea King Phorcys and his concubine along with one of her Harem girls and Panterra, the King of the Feline Kingdom was having a stand-off with the Sea King for the woman in question.

He ignored it at first, but there was this niggling feeling at the back of his mind that he couldn't comprehend.

Apollyon wondered if he had picked up his wife's emotions instead of his but why would the Empress feel horror rising like a tidal wave when she was alone in her bedroom chamber just like what he had told her to do?

He had witnessed the familiar long silver hair flashing under the night lights when Phorcys had moved, showing Apollyon a view of Luna with the silky white mane tugged backwards while the Sea King had placed one insolent hand on her breasts.

The Sea King had forcefully taken the hood of the woman's cloak without his notice, and that answered his question.

The King of the Feline Realm had arrived at the scene, staking claims on his Empress as he protected her from the Sea King and his concubine.

Panterra had intimidated Phorcys and forced him to let go of her.

He and his concubine stepped backward, looking for another consort, never looking back.

If Apollyon was the Vampire King he used to be--while the Blood Beast had still possessed him and without his, Empress to anchor him through the Blood Bond---he would have brought her past Empresses to a gathering like this.

He would want other men to look at her Empresses as a trophy wife, showing her naked body to the other Kings to boost his male ego.

Apollyon wanted the crowd to envy him—that he could get any girl he wanted and pleasure her until she couldn't walk.

He would like everyone to know how good he can be in bed sport.

He was stupid back then.

Apollyon was proud when his amazing sexual prowess would be the most talked-about gossip in the entire Realms.

Would let the six Kings—his friends and allegiances from the other Realms--watch them have sex and would have encouraged them to join in on the fun.

Apollyon couldn't remember how many times he had hosted orgies wit himself and the other Kings if they were so keen on being adventurous in their sexual escapades.

They would have dressed similarly to Luna with only a cloak settled around her shoulders.

Those Empresses weren't important to him.

Her naked body was open and on full display, a fruit so ripe she would be so easy to pick and eaten right then and there.

The King of the Feline Realm would dangerously eat Luna, and he would never allow that.

Apollyon wanted to kill everyone who touched his Empress or just even a second glance.

Growling low in his throat, Apollyon thought about ways on how to get his wife without causing a ruckus.

He didn't like how the Kings had looked at her and how his wife had allowed them when she wouldn't even let him touch her that easily on their Honeymoon.

He had promised himself.

The Empress was his.

She was his wife.

Luna broke her promises, escaping the bedroom chamber.

She didn't even wait for him to come back and went on her own, instead.

The Empress couldn't be trusted.

Now, his Empress was in the lion's den because of her own doing.

Apollyon was seriously screwed up.

He had no intention to kill a critical man tonight such as the Sea King or the Feline King or the three Realms could go to war just because of one mischievous female--a disobedient queen of the Vampire Realm.

It might be a silly reason for others, but now he was willing to kill Panterra if he didn't detach his claws from his wife's hips soon.

He teleported in front of Luna, and here he was, facing her naked wife and the Feline King behind her.

Apollyon stared into those familiar mismatched eyes, pouring all of his anger and hatred in his gaze.

"Let go of that escort, Panterra," Apollyon said coldly, examining her nude body like she was a useless, forgettable concubine he could fuck for fun like a toy and then discard her after one night. "That escort is a sexual fledgeling in my Consortium. That girl does not know how to pleasure a man, so you better stay away from her. "I could give you a Harem lady of much higher value."

The Vampire King didn't miss the hurt in her eyes, and he wished he could take the words back.

He heard the Empress inhaled sharply like she couldn't breathe.

Luna abruptly glanced down at the floor, as if she had much more interest in the red carpet of the Salon rather than what he had to say next.

She swallowed audibly and clenched her fists, moving her wrists restlessly as if she wanted to break free from the manacles but couldn't.

As if she wanted to escape—anywhere but here.

Her Empress was in distress and grief, curbing the hiccup rising from her throat and trying to hold back tears.

Apollyon felt like clawing his own heart because of the pain he had felt.

It was flipping between someone squeezing his heart until they burst and piercing them with a thousand needles with no sign of relief.

The Empress must have felt that from the offensive statement, somehow.

In his mind's eye, Apollyon was shown a thin silver thread like it was about to stretch and snap--while his ears rang from high-pitched screams of agonizing pain and torture.

Apollyon's Empress didn't show any indication from her outside appearance that it felt like her heart and mind was about to shatter from all those haunted screams.

Then the piercing screeches in his head subsided.

Apollyon would never forget how it made him feel.

Luna was too calm.

She was too calm but dead inside that it scared him.

"Oh, if she was fledging in the art of lovemaking, then I could teach her to learn how to please me." Panterra grinned, but he didn't obey at Apollyon's demands." As long as this lady is eager to learn and be a good disciple, then we would have no problems. Right, Silver Hair?"

Luna didn't answer and just nodded quietly, without lifting her gaze back to Apollyon.

"For starters, escort, do you know how to suck a cock?" Feline King Panterra had grabbed her waist and pulled the globes of her butt towards his erection, rubbing at his Empress as if it was his God-given right.

"You can teach me if you want, Panterra," Luna responded flatly as if she didn't even care about the repercussions of calling the Feline King by his first name.

By this point, Apollyon was sure that she wanted to die, committing social suicide.

That wouldn't matter to the Feline King if Luna had called him by his name when she was introduced as the Vampire Realm's Empress, but she was an Escort right now.

Disrespecting a King from another Realm was suicide, but he noticed Panterra didn't care that much when he was enjoying himself, touching his wife inappropriately.

Dread also coursed through Apollyon's veins, Luna's warning echoed through his mind.

'I don't have anything to compare it to.'

What if she decided to fuck someone else out of curiosity?

Apollyon wouldn't let that happen.

"Release the Escort, Panterra," Apollyon growled as he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her small waist and tugged the Empress in front of him, forcing the Feline King to release her Empress.

Had Apollyon been desperate to prove to everyone in the Salon that Luna was hers, he might have unclasped her wrists from the chains, snatched her up, ripped that cloak off her and pushed her against the wall, pounding inside the sweetness of her quim while all the other Kings watch them do it.

Apollyon couldn't help himself.

He needed to feel her, to know she was here and that she wasn't leaving him.

Yet.

He placed his palm under her cloak so no one could see, and grazed his claws over her lower back hard enough to make it bleed, marking her completely to remind Luna of the pleasure they had shared.

Luna wriggled out of his grasp, jerking backwards and gasped in disbelief at his poor attempts to mark a vampire who could heal in a heartbeat.

"Let go of me." The Empress said sharply, and Apollyon stilled at her tone.

Luna had disrespected him in front of another King.

He wouldn't let her leave with Panterra for this impudence.

The Feline King's brows knitted together at the Vampire King as he regarded him with a new light.

Panterra was no longer smiling and radiating good humour.

"What is this all about then, Vampire King?" Panterra growled as the tension inside the Salon escalated, catching the attention of the other people in the room. "Are you letting this Escort join the Acquaintance Affairs, and you wouldn't even let me pick her up?"

Apollyon was sure that the whispers were about him.

"Is this some kind of a cosmic joke?"

Low whispers rose from the masses until it became loud murmurs.

The King of the Feline Realm asked out loud in a lofty tone. "Are you showing all of these delicious women to us but you never intended to give them away?"