Hell’s Consort - Chapter 856 Coward No More

<strong>Highest Tier for the Newest Chapter (February 2022)</strong>

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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Her lower abdomen tightened and the strong contractions took her breath away.

All of them lasted longer than a minute and it felt like her heart was about to explode out of fear.

Luna hadn’t experienced something like this before as she realized that she finally reached the peak of hypersensitivity.

She also experienced a dull ache in her back as it moved to the front to wrap around her abdomen and pelvis.

The pressure had become too intense that only crying and thrashing on her makeshift grass bed could make it bearable.

Yet, Luna had never considered giving up.

She was determined to successfully give birth in this world.

She didn’t want to let her daughters think that she didn’t fight for their existence until the last minute even if the angel of death had come knocking at her door.

She would not give up on the precious little life inside of her.

Their daughter will represent the last hope and love she had for her mate.

Their heiress, Leonora,  was the final proof of her promises to Apollyon.

“Sloth.” She wailed his familiar’s name but she was too distracted to realize that he was already there beside her on his knees.

Sloth raised her head so that he could cradle her in his arms. It took her a lot of courage to admit her weakness to the Archdemon Familiar.

Luna swallowed hard and moaned, “I hurt very much.”

“Again?” The Archdemon’s eyes widened and then his brows furrowed. “Calm down. Breathe.” He said as he took several deep breaths which Luna felt compelled to follow as she glanced up at him.

“I don’t know what to do with a pregnant woman.” His hands made several gestures above her as if he had no idea where to put them. “What in the hell— Please don’t let me handle this.” He shook his head in denial and turned his head away from her in his guilt. “Not tonight.”

It was Luna’s first time to see him so alarmed and panicky just because she was about to give birth.

It was such an interesting sight to see her Familiar like this but not when she was pregnant and suffering from these damned contractions.

She felt like everything in her was swollen and her back ached and Sloth’s behavior made her want to gauge his yes out to keep her head cool.

He was terribly fortunate that her clenched fists didn’t feel inclined to leave her huge belly as they clutched the fabric of her gown.

Sloth’s expression looked queasy and she had never felt insulted in her life.

“Fuck you.” She screamed as beads of sweat and tears trickled to her hairline. “Just go and leave me alone then! Why are you even here with me?”

“What nonsense? I’m your familiar!” The color drained from his delicate yet chiseled face when her pregnant self attempted to get up without his assistance despite the aches.

Crouching like a cat, Luna positioned her palms on the ground and both her knees on the dirt. “I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m too weak. I don’t deserve to be your master.”

“You still had the energy to think about your pride? You can throw that away now.” He barked at her.

Sloth’s frustration must have reached his limit.

“Release me please.” Luna choked on a sob as she proceeded to crawl away from him on all fours as if that would keep her dignity intact. “I can—can give birth on my own. You don’t have to deal with me. Go away, Archdemon.” She persisted stonily as she bit her lip when another contraction came and went—sometimes weaker or stronger. “I can handle this.”

Luna had felt the power shift between them and she surrendered to it.

She couldn’t do this on her own, not when her husband had gone ballistic and Ravin was trying to subdue him.

Walking and moving around with this belly can be exhausting but as long as her husband was by her side, she could endure it.

Unless, if she was really thirsty.

Luna’s throat was so parched that Ravin’s suggestion to drink Sloth’s blood began to appeal to her very much.

Her eyes flashed at the pulsing carotid on her Familiar’s neck and she immediately closed her eyes to stop her train of thought.

Entangling another Familiar in this ‘mate’ business was going to cost her her sanity if she ever survived this childbirth.

Behind her, the Archdemon hurriedly stood up in a huff, clasped both of her triceps, picked her up, and carried her back to the grassy bed in the following order.

“Lie still, Lune. ” Sloth said as his eyes flashed in determination. “I think I have a little inkling on what to do.”

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<strong>        Archdemon of Sloth  </strong>

<strong>Prince of the 7th Circle of  Hell</strong>

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This was the first time Sloth had heard a woman who had moaned, screamed, and cursed in one breath.

For some strange, perverted reason, he felt quite turned on by the sound of it.  He still couldn’t get rid of the wondrous sensation of goosebumps on the expanse of his skin.

The screams of pain and suffering sent chills running down his spine in a good way.

It was an Archdemon’s instinct to consider it as music to his ears—like a siren calling out his name from the depths of the dark and vast ocean—until he remembered that the sweet song was also his downfall.

Her cries started to hurt his heart if ever he had one.

This was Lune he was talking about.

His Mistress.

If she perished in this world, he and Ravin, the babies and her womb, and possibly Apollyon will all go to Hell and live happily ever after.

All of their presence mixed with the rest of the Archdemons will turn Hell upside down but at least it would be fun.

As he thought, he was already getting bored there.

Sloth had seen the birth attendants allocate her an hour of massage every single day for the last week so he removed her flats and started massaging her foot, moving up to her legs and thighs, to alleviate her affliction.