Imprisoned in an Ivory Tower

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon collapsed against the Empress and wrapped his hand around her neck to tilt her head sideways so he could sink his fangs into them.

Curling his fingers in the damp silk of silver hair, he buried his face against her throat and drank her blood.

When he was satisfied, he rolled off of her without a word and adjusted his cock in his pants.

Ah, Apollyonm had used his Empress to achieve his sexual pleasure so well he didn't even have the time to remove his clothes or just even his shirt.

There was no need.

The Empress had that effect on him. 

He seemed to be in a hurry when it came to having sexual congress with his wife.

Apollyon couldn't help that Luna was a temptation incarnate--a sex goddess.