Hell's Consort

Chapter 510 - Mischievous Afternoon



Chapter 510 - Mischievous Afternoon

Chapter 510 - Mischievous Afternoon

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Did he throw her challenge back to her face,? appearing so smug about Luna falling unwittingly in her own trap she had originally set for her husband?

"I take what I said back." Luna whispered grudgingly.

She forgot that the game had already begun, and she almost fell for Apollyon's flirtations.

The Vampire King had millennial experience on how to charm the ladies he wanted effortlessly.

Goddess, she was at a disadvantage here.

Luna was the one who proposed this game.

It wouldn't make sense if she lost now.

The rake had the nerve to be quite smug when he reminded her about the challenge.

"Tch." She scoffed.

That mischievous twinkle in his eyes would be the death of her.

Luna made the mistake of merging her consciousness with Apollyon's.

Alright.

Honestly, she did that on purpose to find what his plans were and cheat accordingly.

But, really. It turned out to be a huge blunder!

She could hear her own husky purrs echoing, bouncing from the corners of her mind as she moaned in her throat.

She saw an image of warm male hands grasped soft, feminine thighs as Apollyon pressed her against the wall, fucking her to oblivion as his mouth bit the soft mounds of her breasts, licking and sucking with his tongue over the wounds.

Closing her eyes, she let out a whimper as Luna shook her head to get rid of it from her thoughts.

He was successful in turning her on with just a few seconds of his wild imagination.

"Having fun reading my mind, Luna?" Apollyon murmured as he watched her with those Prussian blues flickering like twin hot flames.

She was breathing hard, and her response was shrill. "You did that on purpose."

Apollyon knew that he was affecting her focus as she saw that tiny hint of a smile on his lips.

Tilting his head to the side, he kept a straight face."I don't know what you are talking about."

He might have thought that she was too easy to fall for that maneuver.

Never.

Never.

She should retreat and wait for the right moment for a sneak attack.

Luna pinched her lips together as she allowed that awkward silence to hang around them.

'Keep that quiet and build the tension without doing anything.' That was the plan.

Luna narrowed her eyes at him for a few seconds before Apollyon pulled her to the side to blend into the crowd.

Her beloved husband must have felt her muscles tensing from the discomfort of too many prying eyes on her form.

She hated their attention, but she didn't have the courage to glower at everyone.

For sure, they would eyeball her just the same in a staring contest without averting their gaze.

It was understandable considering the bold, curious and fiery nature of the Summer Faeries.

She bet these aristocrats knew who they were—no introduction to this society was needed.

While Apollyon and Luna were at the hallways exploring the Summer Castle, they had seen some of the Summer Fae in their fancy clothing when they passed by on the way to this Hall.

No one dared to look at Apollyon and Luna for too long when they were with a few of their peers. Now that these Summer Faeries were cozying up into their inner circle, they suddenly have the courage to whisper among themselves and stare down at her?

Damn.

What a bunch of cowards!

The only thing Luna can do to win from her judgmental enemies was to use her Archdemon Magic to call for a small firestorm like the one which never failed to show up at their turrets every morning.

No, never mind.

She wouldn't go to the trouble of recreating that even just for a jest because that might backfire on her, and she will get blamed for the whole incident, just like what happened at the celebration of Ostara.

Luna was determined not to be a scapegoat and let her husband fixed her mess while she was at it.

All of the Summer Fae aristocratic ladies were well-thought out as they compliment the women next to them.

According to the current season's trend, they must be wearing the fancy ball gowns, which were decided by the Summer Monarchs' royal tailor and seamstresses.

The 'herd mentality had a strong presence here when all of them were influenced to wear all the rage just because the one they deemed an expert said so.

Their decisions were influenced by this person.

During the celebration, all of the women were beautiful in their own right, but their individuality was compromised because of this trend.

They all look the same, which was inauspicious for Luna.

In her simple dress with the color of aquamarine water, she was an oddball--sticking into this group like a sore thumb while her husband fit in perfectly well given by how glorious he appeared like in his white and gold tunic.

At the same time, rich dark hair was swept to the side, highlighting his cheekbones and his sharp jawline.

With all these blue-bloods following the popular styles, Luna grimaced as she scanned her gaze from their bold dresses which the top of their shoulders uncovered, flowing down into a beautifully draped neckline and showing their generous cleavages Luna hoped that her husband wouldn't be checking out when Luna wasn't looking at him.

Their dresses were loosely fitted as the sheer fabric-covered just below their elbows.

The only thing Luna had in common with the lady was the Empire silhouette line with a belt, helping them accentuate their waist,? giving the women a relaxed yet graceful look as the dress skirts widened, reaching all the way down their feet.

While the rest of the Summer Fae wore towering heels that were almost similar to their men's height, Luna was satisfied with flats since she wasn't comfortable with anything other than this,

She might look more feminine when she stood near Apollyon.

She might be uncomfortable with the intense eye-to-eye contact couples with similar height enjoyed if she wore those heels.


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