Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 Sweet Sensation – Flo Rida.]

THE ROOM SMELLED OF SEX. Not the kind of vanilla shit you're thinking of either. But depraved, hardcore, CHOKING SEX.

Aya Naamah was bent over the headrest of the couch and Rafel was behind her, rawdogging her. She gripped the sofa's edge for dear life and stuffed her screaming in the cushy top. The embers of the fireplace had dulled in the two hours that had passed. Aya's legs vibrated in her blue socks. Her winter's hat lay discarded on the fine rug.

Rosamunde and Sekhmet knelt beside her on the couch, their own beautiful nudity bearing the evidence of a good, fevered loving from the Apollyon. Sekhmet's breasts were heavy and she leaked traces of milk, and Rosa's fair neck had nicks and her caramel butt still stung deliciously with the wicked desire of Rafel's spanking. She could still taste him on her lips.

After Sekhmet, she had gone next, taking him in her [Reverse Cowgirl] on the sofa. Back then, the fireplace was roaring. Now, the logs were mostly burned out.

It was the most supernatural connection she'd had with another person. A bit animalistic for her taste, but fucking biblical. Aya was at the moment, lost in the throes of her own ecstasy: receiving a good and hard pounding from Israfel, and Rosa was excited to watch. The way the man's body moved. He moved like a snake but looked like a wolf. AND HE WAS STILL RECOVERING.

Damn! She thought. The fireplace endeavor with Rafel was almost demented. But for all the unholiness going on in the Abbey that night, Rafel didn't touch Ravenna.

The leafy-eyed girl thought perhaps it was because she was a literal jailbait, or because her mother was a Celestial. It had to be twice a capital sin to shag an Angel in a Chapel. Right?

But that wasn't why Rafel ensured his last orgasm for the night was inside Aya Naamah's hot pussy. NO. The why? was because something inside him surged powerfully whenever he looked into Ravenna's green eyes. Something he really didn't think he'd ever get a chance at in his life, and considering his descent. The only thing everyone in his ancestry, gods and monsters alike, Aunts and Uncles failed at.

Something called. . .love.

"Holy fucking shit!" Rafel fell heavily to the couch.

He was drained. Aya was wet and heaving atop him. Sekhmet rose from the couch and walked off naked—in only socks—to get him a cup of water. As she returned and offered him to drink, she sexily ran her soft palm down his puffing chest and abs.

He was all hard, sweaty male.

Rafel caught her smile as he shifted Aya to the couch so he could swallow. "You like?" He teased her staring. Sekhmet nodded, and her smile turned up those full red lips of hers. "I can't even deny. Yes, I like, very much." Rafel laughed. "You girls are on fire.

You're gonna tap me out someday. I couldn't even feel my legs for a second back there. You're all so sweet and too fucking slutty for your own good. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?"

"Please don't!" Aya kissed his chin and licked the salt off his neck. "We promise not to lose our shit and suddenly rape you."

Rafel laughed again. Roleplay was something he greatly loved. He considered this particular subtle pitch by his [Bond] succubus for the future. Blue let out a long howl outside and started barking. It was abrupt and Rafel sat up with a start on the sofa. He handed over the tumbler to Ravenna to do away with and listened.

WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! HOOOOWLLL!

The blue [Guardian] didn't let up his barks.

"Intruder!" Sekhmet cursed and grabbed for the nearest piece of clothing—it was Rafel's baggy grey shirt. And it dropped right down to her knees. Rosa quickly felt around too and grabbed her panties and shorts in the discarded lust pile. Sekhmet said again, "Stay here, guard His Eminence. I'll check the trespasser."

She turned from the flickering fireplace and the sofa of her antsy friends.

Rafel stretched his hand for his skull cane. Aya took it from the corner and placed it under his arm. Hardcore sex had made his knees wobbly again. The wolf stopped howling outside. Rafel was standing in dark blue slacks when he heard voices coming down the hallway.

His demonic [Echolocation], similar to a wolf bat's brought the sounds closer. It was Sekhmet, and some other familiar voice. Soon enough, the knob on the Head Abbot's chambers turned and Sekhmet gingerly stepped in. Rafel's shirt was like a mini gown on her.

"It's a friend," she said.

Blue padded in, wagging his tail and sitting at the feet of the next person who walked in.

A woman—and her hair was as fiery as his. It was Doctor Nicara Shetty. Such a pretty Ginger.

Ravenna greeted. "Headmistress!"

"Hello, Doctor!" Rafel said too.

Nicara waved her long strawberry hair behind her, and her crescent auburn eyebrows seemed to unify over her lovely hazel eyes as she met each and everyone's smile with one of hers. She dipped at the waist she came to Rafel. She said,

"Young Master, it's so nice to see you again."

Rafel nodded, and her brown eyes raked his torso a moment. She squinted at the bandages and a bit of fury entered her eyes. She sniffed at the air. "I heard about Emberfall and Lady Cora. I'm deeply sorry. But can we talk elsewhere?

This place smells like a lot of ACTION, if you know what I mean. And I don't think I'd be well coordinated thinking 'bout how good four women would look taking down one man."

They all shared guilty looks and a laugh. After they'd left, Ravenna opened the windows and parted the drapes. The island wind was misty and wintry.

Ten minutes later, Rafel was freshly showered and arrived on a Blackstone patio which overlooked an orchard of green apples. Sekhmet sat with the others and Dr. Nicara at a rotund dark glass table. A Valhallan white vase showcased a splendorous bouquet in the center of it; the verandah was well aerated, and the air smelled nicely of sandalwood and wild orchids.

Aya drew out a seat and Rafel took it.

"How is the C. A. W these days, Doctor?" He began as Rosa poured him a glass of the good stuff.

Nicara offered a gorgeous smile at his gilded iris.

"Better than the Capital," she asserted. "I hear it's called Titans Landing now. I didn't stick around for the naming. I'd been there during the Queen's seven-day feast in the aftermath of victory over Rumbrun and the Nephilims. But at the first hint of danger my [Feral Instinct] picked up on, I fled.

It wasn't my biggest moment and I'm not proud of it. But I haven't seen a battle that deadly since I was made Alpha of the Red Tiger pack seventy years ago. I should think I'd be more courageous than that though? But Titans?

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I saw their Goliath forms boil the sea and the great fires burning the Capitol from the banks of my isle for several days. The C. A. W lost many students that day; good souls, who had taken the trip home for the Winter Break. I received a letter from Miss de Vries a week later, explaining the horrid events of that night, and. .

.Emberfall.

The Usurper is a mad man. He has flayed and gutted and beheaded countless Nobles, and near thirty percent of the kingdom's population were flattened under monster Titan feet. The gossip is that Giselle is the newest [Bond] to the Dowager, Lilith Firstborn. These days, the C. A. W is more of a safe harbor to learn and live magic than a scholarly institute.

Most students mourn losses. I fear the rolling tide. We need stability. We need to weather the storms. WE NEED A ROCK."

Nicara paused a sec. "—which brings me to my proportion, Young Master. You can be that rock. YOU ARE OUR ROCK. You have proved to all of us gathered here at this table and the whole fucking Empire that you value the pure magic over gainful politics and thirst for power, unlike the other Fallen.

I know I shouldn't ask, but, Lord Israfel BlüdThïrste, will you come join us at the Corynthian Academy for Witches?"

Rafel was quiet for some time.

"Can I think it over?"

"Sure," replied the redhaired Professor. "Ravenna can resume with you. Admissions' this Spring."

Later that evening, after they all escorted the good Doctor to the large beach where she boarded a fine ship sailing back to her own isle, and then onwards west, to Rocasus, Rafel pulled Sekhmet aside under a tall banana tree with glossy broad leaves while the others walked on. The sun was hidden by a flush of gray snowclouds.

"Do you think I should do it? Enroll as a novice demon in an institute of wizardry?" He asked solemnly.

Sekhmet for the first time spoke to Rafel as one who had seen more mortal centuries than he. She offered this piece of advice. "Oh, Apollyon. At the end of the day, it's up to you to make that choice. But I can certainly list a few perks.

There are livened wards over at the institute. If you go there, the Usurper and his Spectres can't find you. You have being hurt. Leveling up again in a school literally full of fresh opponents would be a wonderful chance at revitalization and complete healing. Besides, dear Israfel," Sekhmet touched his cheek warmly, "it'd be nice to see you act your age.

Either way, Abbey or Academy, this platinum blonde would always be here to nurse you out of any malady. You know what that means, right?"

"Oh, I know!" Rafel winked back. And they started walking again.

[A/N: 50 POWER STONES if you want YOUR FETISH featured and incorporated into a sex scene. So far, only one fan has managed it. I'm keeping both the petitioner and FETISH anonymous—for now. But you will see, and read what you pay for.]