Chapter 167 - Dancing In A Moonlit Night
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Vampire King Apollyon
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The Empress was determined to test his patience and control.
He muttered as he took her palm away from his groin. "We will now focus on the dance."
"Alright. I offered to help you, but you turned me down." Luna shrugged with nonchalance as she glanced at his crotch shyly before she brought her gaze back to his face.
Eyebrows lifting in surprise, Apollyon's eyes widened and his breath hitched when he thought, 'Luna did not miss a thing.'
There was a long pause before Luna spoke again, "You don't have to be angry."
He gritted his teeth. "I'm not angry."
"So..." Luna beamed at him. "What's the next step?"
His cock had a mind of its own that it needed a constant reminder from his brain that there was a huge difference between dancing and fucking.
He might admit that he wasn't satisfied by the number of rounds of their sexual congress but his wife had the uncanny ability to turn him on without even trying hard.
"Just follow my lead, wife. I would give you permission to step on the Vampire King's foot if you made a mistake." Clearing his throat to get rid of his embarrassment, Apollyon said in a commanding tone, "There would be no beheading just because of a simple dance step."
They stood closely facing each other.
It was a miracle that his stubborn wife had kept her mouth shut and focused on him with a face that is akin to what she looked like when she would be slaying demons.
"Put your right hand on my left shoulder blade, beloved, and wrap your right hand on my left hand." Apollyon drilled her like he was leading her to battle and she followed briskly, her blood-red lips pursed in sobriety.
This was what she wanted so he would fulfill her wishes.
Apollyon settled his right hand on the underside just level to her breasts.
Luna's gaze followed when he clasped his fingers gently to the side of her right boob and frowned. "Apollyon, I don't think your hand should be there."
He swore Luna had noticed he was blushing when he replied flatly, "I'm the only one who can do this since this was a husband's privilege."
His wife squinted in suspicion as she trailed off, "Uh-huh..."
"The other males' elbows should be stretched up to your shoulder height." He coughed awkwardly to hide his embarrassment.
Apollyon was making excuses just so he could freely touch Luna whenever he felt like it. "I'm clasping your side boob because my right hand is kind of numb so it needed to rest for a while."
Luna tilted her head as she squinted at him. "Hm."
"Basically, you do what I do but it should be like…" He trailed off as he glanced sideways, thinking about the right words to explain everything. "You are a mirror for me. When I step forward, you step backward and when I use my right foot, you use your left since we are face to face. That's how it usually works."
"Alright." Luna nodded with rapt attention. "I understand."
Since Apollyon was the lead, he needed to guide his Empress with this dance.
Apollyon encouraged Luna to step her right foot backward every time his left foot stepped forward.
"Like this, wife." He stepped his left foot forward and his right foot followed, showing her the right way to do the 'box step'."They should end right next to each other."
"Should we practice?" He asked as he fiddled with his Empress' bodice, loving the texture of it.
Apollyon might as well savor how it felt under his touch before he removed them after this Masquerade Ball was done.
Well, he might have destroyed the flimsy fabric of her dress if he couldn't control his lust by the time the Last Waltz ended.
He exhaled a breath as he prayed to the gods and the goddesses for mighty endurance.
"A waltz is basically a three-count tempo." He informed her and Apollyon had started counting.
"One—"
Apollyon stepped one foot forward experimentally, and Luna was quick to follow by stepping her foot backward.
On the count of two, he glided to his right and his smart Empress also stepped to the right and followed his lead. "On count three, we bring our feet together."
"Try to keep your feet low to the ground as you move from side to side." He watched Luna do what she was told to do and it was the first time that his wife had never questioned his instructions.
"That's it." As he let out a booming laugh from that realization, Apollyon complimented his wife like he was a doting father who was proud of his only daughter's accomplishment. "Yes, my beloved, you are doing great."
With only the silver moon as their source of light in the Ball Room Balcony, Luna leaned forward excitedly as her golden eyes glowed in the dark.? "How about twirling, husband?"
"What?" Apollyon got too distracted from his wife's love spell.
If he stared at them for too long it really felt like he might drown in her hypnotizing gaze and never come back the same.
When her words had finally sunk into his befuddled brain, Apollyon gave her an incredulous stare as he exclaimed, "You want to turn?"
Luna squeezed his hand in a pleading gesture as she bounced on her toes. "I want to twirl my skirts like how the ladies do it."
"Don't overdo the twirling or your skirts would hover in the air and your stockings will show." Apollyon scolded her as he moved closer to her intimate space. "So we do the first two steps of the waltz and then I would place my left foot at a slight turn on the third step. You shall follow in the same direction."
He glanced at his wife's face to check if her soul hadn't gone somewhere from the difficulty of his statement.? "A pair should always turn on the lead's left."
He continued to explain in a steady lower-pitched voice. "Do you understand?"
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