Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

The penthouse floor went quiet for long, stretching seconds. Rafel looked at Nicara, and she looked right back at him. Her red hair was a halo framing her beautiful face, and cascading behind to brush the burnished top of her wide office desk on which she sat. She had the wild girl look down to a T.

Her eyes were catty, and fangs dipped out to her bottom lip.

"We are alone, young Master, in the entire tower."

A few muffins remained in the pink confectionary box and Rafel picked up one, turning it over in his fingers. He pushed up Nicara's red skirt and rubbed icing into her skin. Her thighs trembled as he leaned forward in his chair and promptly licked it off.

"Ohh," Nicara gasped softly as he softly bit on her milfy thighs.

Rafel pushed her skirt up more and began tracing a path upward with his wet tongue. He licked the inside of her thigh and Nicara felt a jolt in her clit. She bit down on her bottom lip, caressing the young demon's head under her. Her fingers treaded his hair, a deeper, bloodier shade of wine than hers, her black tiger claws glinting in the posh atmosphere of her office.

"Can I see your horns?" she asked out of nowhere.

Rafel pulled up his head from her creamy flesh. He nodded. A rush of hot blood swelled his shaft. Under his Headmistress's caressing hands, Nicara felt sprouts lengthen and thicken as they pushed out the front corners of his head.

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She also noticed he had littler silver ones poking out the sides of his head, half covered in his ginger hair. Nicara gripped the left horn and he groaned in lust. Horns and tails among demon factions were deadly arsenals, but also erogenous zones, but this wasn't common knowledge.

"Doctor?" Rafel growled as she made her curling fingers into a tight fist.

"Call me Mistress!" Nicara dragged him forward by the horns, her own shifter claws spiked and tipped.

His chair wheeled forward and get slammed into her body. Nicara spread her thighs wider, riding her skirt up to her waist and pulling Rafel's head between them. He inhaled on her tights and Nicara shuddered on the table. "Ohh god! I've been wet for you since you walked through my elevators. I want you, Israfel."

Rafel lapped her up through her crimson panties.

Using his horns like steers, Nicara rolled his head, moving against his face. Rafel flicked her nub and Nicara's left hand fell into her hair.

"Ohh yes, young Master. Bathe in that pussy."

Rafel roughly shoved her panties to the side. The woman's slit was puffed up and glistening for attention. He jammed two long fingers inside her.

"Ohhhh!" Nicara reared up the executive table.

She squeezed on Rafel's horn and he felt the pressure on his cock. Rafel pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean of their shine. "You taste like icing, mistress." He palmed and smacked her pussy. His light slapping left Nicara breathless. Her squeeze on his horn was now almost powerful enough to break, but Rafel knew it wouldn't. He gave her tasty slit on final lick before releasing her underwear.

Her panties fell back over her nudity with a smack that made her insides clench.

Rafel drew her into his lap. She slid from the burnished top, bouncing onto him.

Rafel lowered his head and released a soft boob from the confines of her brassiere. He sucked on it fiercely. Nicara squirmed on him, desperate to let the pipe she could feel under her slip inside. She massaged her pussy over his rager. "Will you fuck me? Will you fuck me, please?"

"I wanted to see you," Rafel whispered in her ear.

Nicara pulled back. "What?"

"Earlier you asked, 'didn't you want to see me?' Yes. I did."

"Oh, Israfel!" Nicara kissed his neck.

Rafel stood up from the boss chair with her, taking her up with him. She wrapped her legs around him and their lips met. It was a frenzied kissing, wild as it was passionate, with deep french stroking and sucking of each other's tongues. Rafel sneaked a finger under crack and into her hole.

"Mhmm." Nicara tore at his zipper below. She reached inside to pull out his cock.

He was heavy and hot in her hands. His dick was throbbing. Rafel pulled his finger out her ass.

He fell heavily with her on top to a long sofa.

He broke their drowning kiss. He was bringing it to his lips but Nicara grabbed his hand and sucked it first, reveling in her own taste. Rafel smacked her face and kissed her hard. "Wait your turn."

He put his hand between them and cupped her pussy. Nicara was stroking his free cock hard.

"Ohh fuck. I need you now!"

She pushed up from straddling his thighs. Bending in her pencil heels, she opened her mouth wide and took Rafel into her mouth. "Fuck, mistress Shetty!" Rafel held her head down. He spanked her displayed fat ass a couple of times as she started sucking on his broadness heatedly.

"Oh yes, mistress. Suck that cock, suck it good. I love to your lips like that that, wrapped around me." Rafel dragged her up by the hair; his massive penis slithered out and hung heavy with bronze veins. "Your turn!"

Rafel pulled her up on his body.

"Spread your legs," he instructed wickedly.

He ripped off her underwear as she surrendered her sex to his face. With her knees on both sides of his head, Nicara began to move on his tongue. Her class ripped at her stellar office wallpaper. The both of them, gasping. Rafel, jerking his cock as he drowned his face in the scent and warmth of her. The sound of her shaky whimpered as she jumped on his face, her shaking ass smothering him.

"Yes!—eat my pussy." Nicara hissed.

And then. . .

DING!

The elevators suddenly opened.

Rafel's hand froze on jerking his cock.

'I thought she said the tower was empty. Who the—'

Nicara froze over his face. She gently slid down and their eyes met briefly before they both turned as one to the intruder. It was a courier. A woman with bangs in her green eyes. She stood rooted to the spot just in front of the elevator. "Uh, I—I'll just come back."

"Wait! What's that?" Nicara eased up Rafel's body.

He too rose up the sofa. Their gazes pinned the delivery woman as they adjusted the destroyed state of their modesty. "Go on, courier!" Nicara urged.

"I came to deliver this. It's the painting of Lady Fyre." The delivery woman took steps forward and uncovered the square parcel in her hand. It was a five feet oil canvas of dreamlike ink splashes. The intertwining rainbow colors were hypnotic. "It just arrived on the harbor last night from Rocasus. And the Legata sends her greetings.

Also this bottle of rare wine from—"

"Who's Lady Fyre?" Rafel cut out the courier.

"Oh, baby..." Nicara turned to smile at him. He had stuffed his cock back in his pants, but the bulge was still evident. The delivery woman tried not to stare; evidently, she had never seen a man so big. "...it's not who," Nicara continued, "it's what!

A Lady Fyre painting is a work of art intended to restore memories. Say like what the opera does to a monster [Hyde], reverting the hideous creatures to the calmer form of man. Lady Fyre's paintings are really rare. This one belonged to a friend of mine who was assassinated in Titans Landing. It survived being destroyed. I had it recovered and sent here by ship."

Rafel moved closer to her. He waved a hand to the abstract piece and its chaotic tone. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me that artwork restores memories?"

The delivery woman nodded. Nicara smiled. "As sure as a vampire drinks blood."

"Huh?" Rafel thought quickly; Corazón filling his head. What fate of luck! He said, "can I borrow it?"

"Of course, but it can't fall into the wrong hands," Nicara accepted.

The courier veiled the painting again, lowering it to the adjacent wall. She turned and Rafel's eyes landed on her most striking asset. Her ass. A rounded, large bottom. He imagined the bubble butt hugging a bicycle's seat, and how the cleft in her ass would look gripping humongous cheeks. He had gotten a surprise boon, but first, he and Nicara had to finish.

The delivery woman turned around and hit the button for the elevator.

DING! It swished open.

But Nicara's voice sounded out. "Where the hell do you think you're going? You interrupted our pleasure, DELIVERY GIRL. You might as well stoke it back. COME HERE."

When the elevators dinged and opened at the ground floor of the administrative tower, no one was in it.