Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#mildnudity]

[🎶 Sound of Silence – David Arkenstone.]

"YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME FIRST." Rafel twined his fingers into Ravenna's thick dark hair. This was six hours later, after the council meeting. After [Vinta Plusia]. The sun had set. Winter made it so.

The city had fallen into the silence of evening. The Empress and her [Rank S] blood knight were in her stately loft bedroom, under opal covers, listening to soft snowflakes rap on the far windows. A giant fire was going in the hearth, but Ravenna loved the small bit of cold still numbing their surface skin.

She heard Rafel.

How she loved his coal baritone?

He was darn right; she should've told him.

They were in bed together, snuggled close, her full brunette head on his chest, [Lumina] sparkling in her green eyes with her long legs wrapped with his.

His own iris were amber as he stared into the fires before them. His statement meant her impromptu announcement in the High Council meeting.

She was sending him away but. . .

He didn't want to leave.

She didn't want him to leave neither.

"I'm sorry. I didn't have the nerve to look you in the eye and say it. As much as I want you here, fuckin' right here with me," she enunciated stroking the soft gold hairs on his forearm, "we need you there. The Continent needs you in Roa..." Rafel grinned darkly at her, his leopard eyes shimmering down, "more than I'm needed here in your bed? I doubt it, my queen."

He kissed her forehead when she jabbed at his side and looked up at him.

Ravenna began smiling; his nose was in her hair.

"We have a few hours till the [Lightlark] appears."

Rafel smelled the jasmine of her luxurious ebony waves. "Highlady of Eldoria," he breathed, "Queen of the Nine Realms." Ravenna was already turned on. Him complimenting her warmed the sweet spot between her legs. Rafel's large hand crawled over her belly. "The [Empyrean] Empre—"

"Enough. Just kiss me."

Ravenna drew on his light shirt and pulled his head down to hers. "Mhmm," she moaned. Her tongue brushed his mouth. Rafel groaned as her soft small body pushed him down on the bed. "Your lips taste like honey." His hands were at her hips. Pulling on her pale chemise, he unclothed her milk-fair thigh to the orange lamplight. Her gown strap fell on her left shoulder, exposing her sweet and ripe boob.

Her breasts were perky; and this one nipple grazed Rafel's chest.

He grasped her in one great palm and stared at the supple, tender tit.

"You are beautiful—"

"Hmm. She sure is!"

Ravenna jerked as Rafel grabbed a blankie over her.

The sudden voice out of the dark materialized into two hot damsels.

"Corazón?" Ravenna sighed. "Good Martyr!" she cussed, "don't be sneaking and lurking with a mad douche not to far from here. Cut the shady shit."

Cora softly smiled. "You love it."

She dropped the cosmo lamp she walked in with and went for the bed. Her gorgeous accomplice in the shadows, Aya Naamah slipped behind Cora. Of both girls, Aya was more curved. Her ample chest and behind could not be hid—even in silhouette.

Cora and Aya approached the queenly Byzantine bed, and Rafel and Ravenna were more than happy to make space for them.

Rafel, happier.

"If this is the last night we have you before Roa, I want to have you." Cora said boldly. She climbed in at Rafel's left and immediately went to pulling at the gilded strings joining his medieval shirt. She tenderly kissed the showing abs, a peck on every golden-tan slab as her hand reached further down. Aya climbed right on top of Ravenna, on top of Rafel, making the young queen giggle. "Western fronts wouldn't know what hit them, Sire." She put her colored lips first on Rafel's. And then gripping a fistful of Ravenna's Erebusian hair, she bent her head back and smothered her in kisses too.

Rafel watched the girls french on for a while. "I do not think the Rocasian grandeur holds a torch to you gals."

"Is our brooding Apollyon saying he's gonna miss us?" Cora just finished unbuckling his hard belt. As she pulled down his lean hips, she turned up her frigid weather eyes to study his face.

Mwah!

Aya finally let go of Ravenna lips and hair. The girl was panting and fresh fire of desire shimmered in her eyes as green mana. Rafel had once glanced that his succubus bride was a born [Miss Deviant]: Dommes of the highest order.

Cora dragged Rafel's dark briefs off with his pants, waiting his reply. She traced the little line of curly gold hairs; the trimming of his pubes. His manly musk was warm against her nuzzling face. He was the real deal. Hung like a damn horse.

She licked the sides of the exotic V parting his lean hips. Her hands massaged his upper thighs.

Above him, Aya pushed down the right strap of Ravenna's nightdress to join the first. The satin was immaculate; the ripple of the wan moon as it hit the Cold Sea just hundred leagues away. All three girls knew if Rafel were to get up right now and stroll out, buck naked as he was, to those very beaches, a dozen horny mermaids would rush him out of the bowels. Most assuredly drown him in pussy more than water.

At least until his Atlantean goddess of a wife rose with her [Waverider] to chuck off the hookers.

Monks of the Florentine Holy Order were trudging in their simple red robes for the Martyr's Cathedral when Ravenna's bodice finally fell all the way to her midriff. Her cute young body revealed in his eyes. Dark matter crept creepily in the corners of Rafel's eyes. He studied his Half-Angel. This stupid pretty luminous spirit of polished alabaster skin and limbs like on a [Pyrean] nymph.

"No matter how many times I see you naked..."

The open love in his eyes conferred what his deep bass could not.

She stupefied him.

Who would've thought?

The [Redeemer] of Paradise—in the bed of Hel's Abaddon.

Ravenna perused his large, lupine bod. And gave a sexy drawl. "Right back at ya."

No matter how much the girls saw him shirtless or full nude, he still took their breaths away.

Down below, Rafel's penis was already half-mast.

The pole of it stuck up above his deep velvet balls. Cora teased the dark meat with her ocean eyes and lips. She leaned in and kissed the fat head, just on the cum tip. "Bad girrrl." Rafel started growling. Cora, loving this, grasped to the strength of his cock and began stroking. His penis measured the girth of her wrist.

Staring at Israfel alone could make her come.

"Hmm," Rafel sucked on the pink nipples Ravenna offered him; above him, her pear-shaped titties were mounds of color and lust, "I don't think I want to leave."

"Ohh. But your Empress commands it." Ravenna moaned.

"The kingdom needs you, Dominus." Aya let him sniff at the hand she had had down her panties all this while; waving it over his handsome ruffian face.

Gluu-ug!

Cora finally took him in her mouth.

"Ahhh! Fuck!"

Rafel jerked up on the mammoth bed.

The sweet warmth of her mouth was maddening.

But three pairs of aroused female hands held him down.

Cora kept going down on his cock until he felt like he might just pour hot spunk shooting down her throat. She used her hands and lips: the combo was sick. Hella sexy to watch her go. At a point, she stopped using her mouth on his bulbous penis and just studied him from below. Cora shot him a very slutty smile; her clit was throbbing to have him go horse on her. "We can make long distance work."

Slap! Slosh!! Slosh!!!

She let him pump upwards into her hands.

Her fingers and his skin were slimed up in saliva and sweat.

"You better." Rafel droned.

He started pulling Cora up. But she tsked at him.

"Nuh-uh. Not in this bed. Not in ma loving bed." Ravenna deeply accented, "the Lightlark arrives in a few hours over the city. If this is my last night with ya, I sure as hell am going to have you my way, Blood Prince."

Rafel smiled darkly and put his hands behind his head in surrender.

"How do you want me?"

"JUST. LIKE. THAT."

The girls surprised themselves in saying this as one.

"Stay right there. Don't move." Aya said first after, then began swiftly to pull off her caked thong.

"You don't need to do anything." Corazón crawled up him, kissing his tiger-long body with each word.

"—or say anything." Ravenna straddled him better. And pulled his head again into her cleavage.

For the rest of the short night, Israfel—according to the will of his harem, didn't DO or SAY anything.

The girls DID everything.

And they had quite a lot to SAY.

Screaming. Moaning. Cumming pretty fucking hard.

Peitho, after ringing up Rafel's points in his [Sin Class] also admitted:

[My Lord host doth bring three nature-blessed women to ecstasy, whilst doing absolutely nothing. What a man marvel?]

To this, Rafel said nothing neither.

Aya Naamah—obviously—was the last to roll off Rafel. He laid there in the sprawling sheets, soiled of bodily fluids and lady sauce, absolutely fulfilled. Aya put his head on her inner thigh. Cora was not to far away. She held his forearm. Ravenna was already sleeping. They were all naked, each their bodies beautiful and divine in its own way, like the sprite walkers of the Olden woods. Gypsy fucking legends!

Rafel felt he must've closed his eyes for just about two minutes when he heard the great purring.

Like a whale in the sky, it sounded.

The great light of it appeared in the dark heavens.

He saw the brilliance of it through his shut eyes even. The magnificent bluish radiance shone like a new moon. It wasn't yet dawn. But he knew.

The [Lightlark] was here.

Rafel rubbed his eyes and opened them.

"Well then folks, here we go. Onward to the Republic." He stood naked like that and headed for the shower room.

Ravenna, Corazón and Aya Naamah were waiting in white, blue, and dark satin nightdresses when he walked back out. He kissed them Good Morning. And let them three walk him out to the bridge of [Etheria] light Ravenna hand-carved to the top of the Castle's tallest tower. Above the sheer marvel of him walking on a bridge of light was the mighty metal Zeppelin roaming the dim sky of Titans Landing.

The [Lightlark].

Who could miss it?

One of Her Majesty's own private Airships.

And he was riding in it this morn.

On the topmost pinnacle of the Imperial Palace of House de Vríes, Rafel watched Ravenna stretch out her hand by a short pillar. The light bridge followed the path of her hand, expanding up, and forming bright steps that stopped at the open shaft-doors of the Lightlark.

His little Raven had a good command of her inner light.

He knew her [Etheria] and his [Umbrage] were a god-tier arsenal.

He embraced his girls one last time.

"Godspeed, Apollyon." Ravenna told him.

"I don't think those two are supposed to be said together. But you're cute." He inhaled deeply the Elysium oils of her hair. "And thank you," he added. "I'm only one River away."

Rafel turned, and with a single gray backpack—the seal of Fort Sandringham on it—he started on the ladder of [Etheria] to the Lightlark.

The monks were on their procession again. Dawn had begun lightening the heaven. And the chaplain towers were tolling, the great Lightlark striding out further from the rising sun, bound for the western Republic when Ravenna de Vríes, Empress of the Known World finally repeated his last words to her:

"...one River away."