Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

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"Naamah. Get me water."

Rafel said this laid on his back on the great bed. The sheets smelled like autumn preserves of [fairy dust]. He immediately guessed it was Hosanna. Or it could be Corazón; now that she was a [Ghost girl], she did have the natural fragrance of garden pixies.

It was very nice to breathe in. He took in the smell in deep gulps. He was gratified for the musk of both girls' lady-cum on him. Hosanna had creamed his dick. And Corazón had left him doused in her so beautiful squirting, his golden abs and shoulder blades glistening under the chamber's lamps like a painted dancer in a god's private soiree.

If he ever ran out of his billions, posing as Apollo or Adonis for plutocrats was certain employment. But with whom and what his relatives were, he had doubt he would ever, forever run out of money: big fucking [soul coins] to spend.

Lilith wouldn't let him. Even at odds, she'd sooner gift him a [Sun Pagoda] than see him on a pole... unless he was dancing for her.

As for the 'what' in his earlier thought, nowadays, he was just learning he had paternal-side uncles who were Minotaurs and cousins who were centaurs and nymphs. Somewhere across the centuries of his existence, Lucifer had stopped killing his monster kids. That could be the only explanation for the explosion of mutant bastards.

A shadow fell on him and he lifted his half-closed eyelids to Aya Naamah. She was topless, perhaps the most beautiful darkish fiend he had ever seen. The clarion fact of her demonic heritage made her hotter. The openess in which she accepted her sin origins. At the moment, she rocked her glittery blue skin. Her whole body sparkled, like she was made of little glinting precious stones.

"Your water, Dominus."

She bent over.

Her delectable swells pressed together in a deep accent: the valley of delicious blue lust; her breasts rubbing up tantalizingly. The only cover of cloth she wore was a silk flowy skirt. It was down to only her mid thighs. She looked gypsy. A blue villager.

Rafel gave her a slow perusal as he took the silver goblet and drank. And with her dipping, her gold-tipped twin horns began to push out.

Her succubian transformation was absolute to look at.

Her dark, inky tresses parted, unwrapping in waves of ebony: shiny and thick and layered in fragrance oil. Ten seconds later, at their full length, Aya's horns stayed proudly atop her head—six inches long. Her [Bond] rune: inverted and violet glowed at the center of her temples. Like a third eye, it visibly became luminous, just like the orbs of her flirting eyes.

Her eyes were rich magenta. It could kill.

In the face of Aya's stark beauty, Hosanna could not hold her admiration and she rolled over from the top side of the bed, leaving her pillows at the headboard. She touched the pointy tip of one horn.

"Wow! It's... I-It," her breath hitched. "I've heard stories. I've seen plenty in caricatures. But never actually seen a transformation in the real. You are scary beautiful. So. Scary. Beautiful." The sixteen year-old enunciated.

Aya gave a nod of appreciation. But mostly, her attention was turned to her [Sire].

To the heat in his volcanic eyes stroking the curves of her like a languid hearth. Rafel congratulated himself inwardly at the sight of her large, round boobs. 'I have a mesmerizing succubus in my harem. It ain't ego. Or maybe it is. Who gives a shit? I'm not gonna be meek about having a gorgeous, voluptuous bitch all to myself. And better, she doesn't grow old. I'm gonna have her choking on my cock soon enough. Oh yeah! You rock, dude!'

Rafel was smiling, thinking all this to himself.

. . .until he tasted what was in the goblet Aya had given him.

[🎶 Guilty Pleasure – JoJo Siwa.]

"This ain't water!"

"Yes, Dominus. It is wine." The blue succubus glowed in body glitter. Her voice was like fucking sex. How could he be mad?

And then he realized: "You did this on purpose? To rile me up?"

Aya's gorgeous eyes only twinkled. She kept her full lips shut. She was crazy hot. And her obedience always did Rafel in. He lasted one second only.

"Come here."

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in. She freed her ample body to his use, becoming pliant to his domination. "Yes, Dominus." She hissed in his ear. Rafel spread his legs on the bed and brought her to kneel between his thighs in front of him. His hard cock rose stiffly and bronze, already aiming for the slit parting her ocean skin.

He was angled like a peg. His golden girth pointed directly up at her cunt.

Rafel dragged her roughly, holding her against his hardness and growling low. Hosanna—who had been lost to touching Aya's horns and curves—fell back and dropped her hands. But she didn't fall too back. She wanted a frontrow seat. Same as the other girls.

Corazón and Ravenna were full nude; they perched on the Bohemian rug. Cora's porcelain flesh was still translucent. Coming that hard left her a [Revenant] for a while.

Meanwhile, on the bed, ten inches from the edge of it, Rafel was sniffing hard into Aya's luxuriant skin as she struggled to keep to her 'dutiful slave' character. To not grab the fat cock of her Master and sit on it. To not kiss his neck and rake his back. To not palm her breasts and drag his callused hands to her ass. Still, she breathed hard. His body this close was driving her to insanity.

"Please, Lord Israfel. Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Just—"

"Silence, slave." Rafel roared.

He dragged both her arms back and held them behind in lockjaw position. She shivered against him. Her lips trembled. She bit on her bottom lip.

Rafel held her immobile, aware of her quaking. She refused to meet his eyes; she knew she'd loose it if she did. Her [Sire] was a damning stallion. And with the hot friction between his legs, throbbing against her thighs, he was fucking with her senses.

Imprisoning her arms behind her back, one strong hand holding her in place, he dipped his head and kissed her collarbone, whispering,

"I know you deny your want to take control, and just about rape me." He uttered a dark laugh, "Oh, my beautiful slave. You filthy, filthy harlot. Your sweet pussy is hot. Drenched. Begging for my fat cock."

Smack!

He slapped her boobies with his free left.

His slave had big breasts. Grabable. She had sexy avoirdupois. A man could touch her for hours. The urgency of both their needs made Aya cave into him. Rafel palmed her hard. He squeezed until she was ripe. Her succulent melons squashed in his face.

Pap. Pap.

He pinched her swollen nipples.

"Ahh, Lord Master."

"Lord Master?" He pinched harder.

"D-Dominus."

"Good girl." he droned. "I shall impale your whore sex with my manhood, but first I'd like to see how far you can go thirsty for my dick. For bringing me water instead of wine, you must be punished!"

He fetched the goblet from Hosanna's pale hands; the girl was red, already itching to go again. And then he turned over all the contents of the cup on Aya's head.

Vineyard wine wet her dark hair, running down her swan neck to her cleavage.

"There we go, you fuckin' slut. You are absolutely divine. Watch your Dominus drink from your bounteous bosoms. Watch!"

Aya shivered from too much need, but skipped to his order. She bowed her head and stared just as Rafel's hot lips closed around her nipple and sucked. He suckled her tits, licking with his tongue, drawing her into his mouth.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

She wanted to cradle his head. He wouldn't let her.

"Ohh. Ohh! Dominus. Yes, m'lord. These tits are yours. Suck my large breasts. Yes, Sire. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Fuck yeah. Just like that. Suck it just like—"

Rafel jumped to his feet and slammed his cock inside her mouth.

Squish!

His head fell back with sweet fucking release, and the end of his scarlet hair brushed his nape.

Rafel kept Aya's arms chained behind with one hand. And with the other, he grabbed the gilded adamantine of her right horn and thrust her mouth.

"Open wide, servantgirl."

Glug! Glug!

"You love this dick. I know you do, you dirty slut. Feel my balls slapping against your jaw. I'm gonna cum on your face. In your fucking dirty whore ass! Anywhere I want to. I own you. Yes, you wanton bitch. Suck it good."

Glug! Glug! Glug!

Rafel's giant penis pummeled Aya's wide lips. She guzzled saliva on him, choking and smelling. He pulled back a second and she panted with pleading sinful eyes.

"Oh yeah, you want more?!"

GLUGGG!

She did something with her mouth: a suction, holding him in. And Rafel throbbed hard.

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He pulled out fast, before her errant tongue made him shoot his load. Breathing raggedly, his penis was ridged by hard veins. It looked like a monster's shaft. Aya Naamah was staring at it. Licking her fucking lips.

"You devil woman! You seek to destroy me." Rafel growled.

He pushed her flat on the bed, facedown on the mattress.

Rip! He tore off her little silk skirt and bound her hands with the tatters. He caged her legs with his knees. Flat on her stomach, she was completely suppliant to his use. And abuse. His right hand went to her neck, curling around her throat. He pushed her face into the sheets. And then with a triumphant primordial groan, he angled himself at her heat and gave them what the both wanted.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

In three strokes, Rafel broke.

Aya broke at the first.

She was jerking, rasping her hitched moaning into the opal bedsheets, filthy wet in sex sweat, coming really fucking hard, when Rafel fell forward on her too. He lay there—groin to her fat ass, spasming loads of hot cum. His eyes were shut tight.

They jerked into each other. They forgot about the other girls. They didn't give a fuck about the glass-room.

"Holy fuck."

Splat! Splat!

Rafel pulled out thickly from her ass, unloading more milky spunk onto her great butt. Traces of wine still showed on her fine blue skin. Her body held glitter like cloud treasure. She turned around finally, and she was like a painting of a starry night.

Blue. Studded. Absolutely fucking beautiful.