Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[•Auurn: pronounced Ay-ee-un.]

[#nudity #peepingtom #cussing #voyeur]

"ISRAFEL! OH, BY THE DAWNFLAME!" Mikhail came bursting through the golden doors of the Prism Halls. He totally ignored his steel-spined mother as he hurtled himself onto and into Rafel's arms. The lad was weightless, and somehow the crown heir of Rocasus had gotten even more effeminate than the one year he'd been with Rafel at the [C.A.W].

"Devil's balls, man!" He clapped Rafel's big back and shoulders—and then rubbed it.

Rafel chuckled awkwardly.

He had uncles: Grand Marquises of Hel, Noir and [Kaos] realms, who fancied men lovers as well as their women, but he. . .nuh-uh. He just couldn't touch a cock other than his own. He didn't share his women at all; it helped greatly that once he banged some chick, he was all she could think about. His harem would grow, perhaps a [sect]; he knew it. But no men. And the way with which his old friend, Mikhail was grabbing him, their groins were practically sparring.

He decided to assuage his clenching jaw to the fact that this might just be how Rocasians hugged. But he doubted it.

'If Corazón were here, she'd save me,' he reasoned, one more reason to miss his soldier girl more.

"You, DEMON! stand in the presence of Ser Mikhail Yurishev Romanov the Thi—"

The courts Vizier tried to start but Mikhail cut him off loudly. "Oh, would you quit that, Kulkan! Israfel is a Statesman of the Capital. If anything it is he who should be introduced as Lord." He eyed Rafel head to toe—no exaggerations in there. "You've gotten more aloof. Only you could manage that."

"Y-Yeah." Rafel shakily avoided all of Mikhail's staring. He was practically bouncing from one foot to the other.

Fortune smiled on him one better when the Legata herself came to his rescue; Ursula implored to her son, telling him evasively to take his reunion with Israfel out of the halls, as if she knew her son could be a bit much. She said, "darling, I'm sure you'd prefer to see your friend's face in much better light, wouldn't you? He's quite the face. These halls are muted from the prisms by the azure banners. Go on." With a grin, she wisely put out her son.

What she didn't say was, "I'm sure the young man needs his space."

Rafel looked to the Legata like he was just about to shit a brick or commit royal red murder.

The courts of the Gray House were more airy and vast; Rafel could use [Umbrage] to just vanish into the Noir if it got too much.

At the golden rosewood doors, the First Lady could almost swear she saw Rafel turn and mouth her a silent thank you. Ursula was smiling all the way back to her own chambers. Yukima and the other girls went with Rafel and Mikhail. They maintained a little distance, leaving the Heir prince and their new roguish visitor to private discussion. Now that Rafel had been confirmed as the Hero of the Rebels by the Legata herself, Yukima, Leticia and Xirena were unable to keep their eyes off him.

Yuki fed on his tall handsomeness ten steps behind, thinking, "this is the most un-boring man on the planet. He must have a lot of stories. I bet I could get wet just by watching those lips move...and his strong hands, goddammit! they must've broken many an ogre's neck."

Leticia's own thoughts were far from Yuki's civility: "I can't believe I dismissed him before. I can see his aura now. [Blood Devil] evolution. Apocalypse tier. His soul fragment could raise a necrotic horde. His [S Rank] could boil our River. I want to just fall on my knees before him. I bet he's thick as a loaf. Just reaaally fucking thick! Uhm.

"Has he had policewoman pussy?"

As for Xirena, all her thoughts just shone in her inky eyes. "Imagine one night with the Apollyon? Bards would sing my tale just by it. I am a warrior of Auurn first. But fuck, is he sexy? Look at all that denim friction between his thighs." Xirena flatout ogled his ass and the obvious heat he was packing.

Her quietude wouldn't be mistaken for honestly.

Xirena was as hot and horny for a demon shag as her fellow blue-uniformed and striped partners.

In front, Rafel could feel their roaming eyes. And he did also sniff their heat.

How lovely? His naughty subconscious whispered. Three gorgeous cop babes ready to bend over and take it.

But Mikhail was saying something, and he had to listen. The Rocasian heir was still his friend, his made-up eyes aside. And Rafel hadn't seen the boy since his fucking mum crushed their school tower.

Damn! Lilith didn't know the first thing about being a parent.

Rafel kept his eyes flicking from the straight, grand and shined archway to the cherubic palatines of the domed ceiling, and even the rows of banana plantations outside; anything to distract his mind from the three hot creatures severely lusting at him from behind—and wishing his cock was in their mouths—as he put more effort into focusing on what Mikhail was saying: ". . .I don't know how someone like you could get even more quiet. You were the king of brooding back at the Academy. My! How the chicks digged you!

"Always like ooh-ooh, d'ya know the hot redhead in Salem Hall? As if anyone could forget eyes like that." Mikhail turned and pointed into Rafel's gold iris, like the dawn sun. The prince was smiling so big Rafel thought his lipstick might just fall off.

Rafel knew he had to say something.

"Oh please, I'm not nearly at pretty as you."

"Ack– You mean this?" Mikhail scoffed, pointing to his full-powdered face, red lips, and mascara eyes. "It's just something to pass the time. Sometimes peace can be so boring."

"Yeah." Rafel nodded, like he actually understood how the life of the son of a Republican general could be boring.

"Speaking of peace," Mikhail brushed at the pink dyed side of his hair. The gold buttons of his purple suit doublet flashing at the wisps of evening sun flourishing through the long banana fronds, "I heard about the sordid affair with the Fallen...the uh, War of Three Cities." Rafel nodded but this time said nothing. Mikhail noted the encroachment of shadows around their walking forms, the nature of darkness reacting to Rafel's mood.

Mikhail stopped walking. Branches of a flame tree poured from the overhanging gardens into the alcove, spraying shadow and light.

"I'm sorry, I know I hit a sore spot," he said.

Mikhail glanced enough off the lastest gossip in the Continent to know the role Lilith Firstborn, former Dowager of Castle Darkwake played in the War of Three Cities. Yet again, this cunt had caused a mass genocide two times in three years. He could see it in Rafel's yellow eyes the instant he reflected on those he'd lost in the burning of Corynthia. His fair Brunhilde and the sharp-minded, curvy Rosa.

To think he'd almost lost Corazón too.

Fuck!

Albeit, 'fuck you mama!' was closer to Rafel's mind.

Rafel blinked the visions of a darkened sun and bleeding earth away. He looked with cleared eyes back to Mikhail; those amber iris briefly skipped to the amazing lady officers. "What I'm wondering is why you didn't tell me..." Rafel dropped his voice low, "you have a cop as a sister. And your mum is a Serpentine [Critch]. Like, damn! Dude. Not cool!"

Rafel nudged the effeminate prince.

Mikhail rolled his eyes, with added drama. "You talking about her breasts aren't ya?"

"I mean, I thought you were the only child. Four sisters? Come on, you could've shared some interesting stuff when we were at Corynthia. But yeah, your mum's tits too?"

This time it was Mikhail who jabbed Rafel.

They laughed together for a while. The sun was dipping fast. Mikhail looked at the fading skies in between the green boughs of fringing trees. In this part of that Gray House, they could all hear the smooth crewing of the River Sana'a. The Rocasian heir prince snuck a look at his old friend, loving the edge of his growing beard and ruthless chin. He decided to leave Rafel to his rest. Mikhail opened his mouth and told him, "I heard you survived a crash on your way here.

Hmm. Not surprised, my friend. I'll need to hear all about the girls—and our new Empress. But for now I figure I heed dear mother, at least in her command of your rest. Yuki will show you to your chambers. I'll go inform the rest, and you can meet the rest of my sisters at suppertime." Mikhail was already in silent jubilee as he said this. "Please, my Lord and friend, should you require pleasures of any measure before that time, everyone here in the Gray House is at your service."

Mikhail went down in a gallant bow. As he rose, he touch two fingers to his forehead and heart. "We are all your stewards, m'lord."

Before her brother could fully disappear down the hall, Yukima at once was at Rafel's side.

"Your room?" she quipped.

Rafel shook his head. "For tonight, I'll manage on my own." He didn't fail to notice the way the lady cops dropped their heads – and he knew that Yuki had been insinuating a hot foursome... Or what ever else he wanted.

"B-But thank you." Rafel hastily added and spun on his heel, before their googly eyes and wide hips on those blues could make him change his mind.

He didn't think either Yukima, Leticia, or Xirena moved an inch as he slipped away. 'I'm gonna be the reason those policewomen use their batons for something else tonight—if you know what I mean, and I'm not even going to be there to watch?

'Man! It sucks!'

But then Rafel grinned on his way, remembering the real reason why he had refused the hottest cops on the planet:

A BIGGER REWARD!

Yes!

Rafel sure as fuck knew he deserved one after surviving that death-machine, the crash, and flying just about twenty miles in winter air to Roa.

—And he knew exactly WHO fit as his reward.

Or rather, WHOM.

Rafel crossed into a solitary pavilion where Yuki and her partners faded out of sight, and he put his legs work, immediately beelining for the grandest bedroom in the building ...where he knew for certain his reward would be.

This particular bedroom was on a higher storey in the Gray House and as Rafel approached the huge Persian doors, he slipped into [Noir]. He became of similitude to the umbras of the sunset and weaved silently as the tropic breeze between the armored guards manning the doors.

When the two doors suddenly creaked in, the men turned to look at each other. But seeing no one, they gently shut the doors and stood straight again.

Inside, Rafel didn't bother to stare on the grand decor of the chambers or inhale the sweet, affluent air. He glittered out of [Noir], forging out of his shadow-self into material again. Then he speeded to explore the place—and claim his reward.

He first HER soft singing coming from the baths.

He literally ran to the place.

Her bathroom was glass-walled and at the last minute he remembered to look for something to cover his face.

He found nothing but a pig mask.

"This'll do." Rafel whispered to himself, already hard as a brick. His little brother begged to be free of the damning breeches.

Rafel put on the pig mask over his heat, scouted, or rather, snouted his way forward, following the sound of the beautiful singing.

Nothing could've prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.

It was Ursula.

She was buck naked, in all her voluptuous and tall glory. Soap suds robed her ruby-skinned body in white, like cotton candy. It didn't hide her curves though or those long, long legs. She cleaned herself with her hands and Rafel felt his cock roar with furious jerks. His blood lit with fire. His crotch swole to epic proportions. As her long fingers worked on her body, it was like a performance; a slow sensuous dance, with her singing like a hymn of forbidden desire.

Rafel's eyes were huge under the pig's mask.

"MY REWARD!!!" his mouth was agape.

It was the Legata of Rocasus. And he was watching her bath. But what was he expecting; it was he who had snuck into her room.

Ursula Miskawayah Romanov was as big as any reward could be.

Her butt and boobs alone... freaking mighty!

Her serpentine hair curled long down her slim waist. It slithered over her thighs, the bronze viper slipping between her legs and softly curling along the seam of a womanhood Rafel could see clear as day. Her pussy was fiiiinne as fuck.

'I wish I was that damn soap!' Rafel clawed at the glass walls of the bathroom, viewing her cleansing ritual like it was the face of God.

He licked at the cool glass. He could almost taste the water coming off her, dripping into her giant breasts; three huge wonders of black gold. When she cupped her large jugs one after the other, Rafel thought he might just faint from need.

He was already pumping his hips into the glass.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

This engorged penis kept nudging at the smooth glass.

With the enchanting First Lady nude and soaped up before him, Rafel didn't miss canceling on three hot lady cops as much. To him, if he'd survived a fucking assassination to get here, the Legata sure as shit owed him some.

It was simple: tit for tat.

Or in this case, titty for Tat.

Ursula suddenly bent over to wash her toes and Rafel got to see up close the crack of her bum and thad beautiful, beautiful, oozing, clenching, glistening hole between those massive, squishy globes.

"Ack—"

He grabbed at his dick, dreaming of ramming into her bent as she was.

He didn't even hear himself groan until he met the shocked pair of reptile-green eyes staring at him from under her spread legs.

Ursula swept around fast. Her hair hissed.

Who was this pervert in a pig mask watching her bathe?

"What the fu—"

She looked down on the thick, pulsing cock this intruder was holding in his hand. It jerked, so fat and dark, and she knew that super penis could only belong to one man in her realm.

Ursula smiled and her three ripe breasts swayed.

She softly opened the bathroom's glass.