Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#asseating #domme #creampie #titjob #hardcore]

"DO YOU WANT to come in?"

Rafel thought he imagined her voice.

That question held a lot of power—in his case.

He stood there, like a fecking freak, with his huge, throbbing dick in his hand. Dark velvet fisted in his palm, he felt the hard pounding of rushing blood in the veins of his cock.

GLUG! Glug!

His penis ebbed with engorged vessels.

He was ready.

'So fucking ready.'

But his lips lacked the overripe readiness of his cock. "Uh," he stuttered in his reply to the Legata. "I-I...ahem?"

Ursula merely smiled at his obvious shock. The bathroom's glass slides stood apart. She was as a dark temptress in it; the wispy steam of her bath still swirling up and down her tall, curvaceous self. Her body rocked Rafel's world. He slowly gulped in her sandy-fair and succulent flesh, ogling as much as his devious eyes would allow.

"What a Milf!" He thought.

As an alien, the Legata of Rocasus had a shine to her skin not even the changelings could boast about. She had a glow in those glistening heaps on her chest. With every breath she took, and every bounce her delicious breasts leaped, Rafel's own erection seemed more enraged.

His subconscious was screaming: 'What the fuck, laddie?! This gorgeous Medusa of a woman is inviting you to a shower romp...and you're fucking frozen! See how big and ripe she is! And just imagine how that beautiful body would feel tight and clinging to yours. How many of your fingers do you think she can fit, eh?'

"Ugh!" Rafel shook his head.

"Come on now," he heard Ursula say softly. She was still perched invitingly in the laise of the bath, her silky hair robed in light, wet and dark. Ursula was far hotter than any woman was allowed to be. It made sense that was not. She continued after licking her lips enticingly and looking him over, "do you really think I don't recognize you under that pig mask, Apollyon?

"I'm a Serpent [Marquess]. I can see through shit. Your mask's is irrelevant."

When Rafel still didn't move. . .his legs or the hand tightly grasping to his dick, Ursula sent out her hand and pulled him closer by the scruff of his gray coat. "Hey, we can pretend to be strangers if you want. But don't freeze on me. I'm not the one who snuck past eleven armored knights, risked a trip to the gallows; all for a peeper?"

Rafel finally found his voice. "I-I just wanted to watch."

"Huh?" Ursula's slitted eyes pooled. "Your cock says otherwise."

She had been pulling Rafel closer through their shy talk. Now he was already past the edge of the glass. His top hair misted up with vapor. He smelled the Legata so much. She was everywhere.

"I bet it can do better too." Ursula put her other hand over his: the one gripping his dick.

Her thumb brushed his broad head and Rafel hissed and groaned.

"LEGATA?" he breathed.

"Yes," she smiled sweetly.

"We shouldn't..."

"Didn't you wonder at my alien body?"

'YES!' Rafel's inner pervert yelled the words his mouth couldn't, 'FUCK YES! I wondered at your alien body. I wondered how it would feel sucking your stupendous bosom. Ohh, those big breasts would consume me. Three fat, mango-ripe hills. And your hips. By the Martyr, woman!

'I imagined your royal lips around my cock too.'

"I bet you did, Israfel."

"What?" Rafel halted. "You can hear me? M-My thoughts?"

"My daughter's a [Mind-Read]. Where do you think she got it from." As Ursula talked she lifted her hand off Rafel's thick pipe, brought it to her lips and licked the soft palm, slathering it with a coat of her saliva. And very sexily, she put her wet hand back again on his swollen shaft, and she stroked him. One torturous swipe on his hardness, from his bulbous dark head, down to his heavy balls that begged to be sucked. She did it like she was cleaning a cucumber.

"Ohh!" Rafel sighed.

Slop!

She pulled her hand, withdrawing her fingers from his scrotum. She licked her palm again, sniffing, smelling, loving his dick tang on her face. Her green eyes, lit like a Bunsen flame showed how much she enjoyed it.

"Mhmm," she moaned. "You smell like a warrior, heavy of battle and hung like a horse." Ursula licked her palm cleaned, not minding she was literally swallowing the sweat off his balls. "But," her voice became softer, "as much as I want to drag you in here and fuck up this bathroom like crazy, I would not incur the wrath of our Empress, to whom I know is in your [harem]. Until you are certain of course."

She flicked his pig mask and pushed him lightly out of the bathroom.

She shut the glass again.

"Until then, Ambassador, I'm afraid THIS VIEW is all you'll get."

Ursula bent down again, as she did before, all the way forward, like she was touching her toes. She faced away from the glass doors, giving Rafel her back. And as she went down, he could see her beautiful womanhood. . .and just how wet and horny the Legata was.

Her pussy was a lovely caramel flower. She kept clenching and unclenching, right before his eyes. Her asshole too.

With this happening, Ursula starting sponging up her legs. She put her feet apart, grasped her thighs with both hands and spread for him.

"Oh Legata!" Rafel groaned.

Ursula's bath soon became a mix of soft soaping and hot masturbation, all for his voyeuristic content. The little sounds that escaped her through the steamed glass let him know she was enjoying rubbing herself too.

Eventually, the glass became too foggy with hot vapor for him to see through.

He was still standing with darkened eyes when the lush nude of the Rocasian First Lady was blotted from view. He instantly told his [S.I.N]. "Peitho?"

[Ding! Yes! Lord host!]

"Make sure you store this session. Thank Hel I have a couple of days to investigate here. I'll be sure to include seducing the Legata to my list of pleasures in Roa. Not that I have to take permission from Ravenna to fuck this hot, alien MILF but oh well, it wouldn't hurt to know for certain she isn't the one sabotaging the peace of the Continent—or worse, responsible for the crash of the Lightlark—before I lose my self to that glorious warmth."

[Yes, Lord host.]

[Your command has being executed.]

[And your words are wise; you wouldn't want to spend your days eating ass and pussy of another crazy hell bitch.]

Rafel was too aroused to express his true shock at Peitho's crassness. Instead, he silently admitted to her alone. "Yep. You're right. Been there. Done that. Wouldn't want a repeat."

He knew she was talking about Lilith.

And he also knew for sure Ursula had to have at least ten percent of crazy in her for his dick to rise for her the way it did.

He had a type.

"Well, there goes my show." Rafel pulled off the pig mask. "I guess I'll just have to wank then."

He turned sulkily from the misted glass slides of the bathroom and started padding for the main luxury bedchamber. Though he could hear Ursula still rinsing off, he was blocked out.

But at least now, he had 'bangable' hope.

Rafel was just rounding off a bend of classic wall paintings he guessed were legends in the Romanov family tree when he heard a swift, conditioned voice:

"Finished spying on my mum, are we?"

Rafel's fists exploded into bursts of hot [Darkfyre].

He turned to the voice, ready to rain Hellfire.

His arms fell at the sight.

"Yukima? Goddammit!" He pulled back on the [Second Circle] ability. "I nearly fried you there."

The Second-born Royal of Rocasus, princess heir of the Romanov dynasty, Yukima Nassai, was stood with her arms crossed at the edge of an alcove opening into a wide verandah. The chilly evening wind whispered through her crisp uniform and the gold epaulettes.

Her stance was unimpressed. To her credit, she didn't even flinch at the mana glow in his eyes and the literal lava dripping off his closed fingers.

Her set eyes let him rethink back to her question.

"Ahem!" Rafel felt hot. "H-How long have you being standing there?"

"Long enough." Yukima cut sharply.

She had the eyes of her mother. Deadly snake-like. It fell to his dick—still hanging out from his breeches.

Instantly, Rafel cupped two hands over it.

He had no idea how long he stood there like a fucking eight-year old caught jerking off, while Yuki did the death stare on him but it had to be minutes because his eyelashes were chalky when she moved and he finally blinked.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Yukima broke the silence. She kept her arms folded. Her smile was not polite.

She said, walking to him evenly, "we accept you into our home, invite you into magnificence, and the first FUCKIN' thing you do is creep up on my mum. You really are a devil. I came here to call her down for supper," Yukima stopped short of him; she wasn't taller, but it seemed so as she stared daggers at him. After another short staring contest, she continued in a whisper, "you know I have to tell everybody, right?

"I mean I have five siblings. I wonder what Mikhail and the others would think if they get whiff of this little tidbit of nastiness from their beloved Hero."

Rafel tried being brave. "They wouldn't believe you."

To this, Yukima scoffed in his face. "Please. I'm the Police Chief. They wouldn't believe YOU." She threw back.

Rafel caught something flash in her eyes.

Something deliciously akin to—

"Are you jealous?"

He caught her flinch and stood straighter.

"Are you blackmailing me?"

She began to stutter. "I d-don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh yeah?" Rafel smiled wicked. He dropped his hands. His full penis roared back into view. He was still as hot and thick as before. He decided to taunt Yukima with this weakness he'd glimpsed in her.

"Do you know your mum had me in her hands just three minutes ago?" He puffed in her face. "She was even more thirsty than you are right now—"

"FUCK YOU!" Yukima spat in his face before he could finish.

Rafel gently cleaned off the trace without blinking an eye. He said easily. "I know you want to."

"You're crazy." Yukima avoided his eyes.

Rafel smiled more. "Go on. Touch it."

He stood with his arms spread, and let the heaviness of his crotch leap at her hungry eyes. With the size of his girth, he didn't need to do much to hold her attention. He heard her whimper a little. Rafel looked up on her, seeing all of her self-control fading fast. "Go on," he told her, "you better touch it. Your mum is gonna be out any second now. Clock's ticking!"

Yukima slowly put her hand out, but when she lifted up her eyes at the last moment and caught his grin, she frowned and wanted to withdraw.

"Fuck it." Rafel growled and took charge.

He pushed her down, and she let him. She just about managed to go on her knees before he grabbed a fist of her smart policewoman bun and dragged her in. From the moment he touched her Yukima had grown damp at his manhandling. She acted cute but was a goner for his harsh, dark gaze.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She tried to wrestle her head free of his hands, clawing at his feet on her knees.

"You can't talk with your mouth full."

"Wha—"

Before she could comprehend his meaning, Rafel grabbed his thickness—which had long since needed fulfilling—and pushed easily past her lips, just as she tried to run her mouth again at him.

[To be Continued.]