Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

HE WAS PURE HEAT—in her mouth.

His taste was fucking wild. Two fingers to her heart, Yukima had never had a man like him.

A man that filled her mouth with no space, pushed past her lips so thickly, and burned down her poor throat with no apology. She tried not to touch him, but when he started pumping evilly, she gripped to his strong thighs and fastened her fingers on his red breeches.

"Oooh-oohmm." She tried to speak through the hot man-meat barreling into her mouth.

Rafel would not let her.

Pah! Glug!

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Glug! Glug!

She choked saliva on him, on his groin, on the sexy superfine V of his crotch. He kept up his pumps, making her believe a man could be god in an instant. She loved it too much to keep up her frown. She clawed at the material of his trousers, hitting him with her little fists; she didn't mean it.

Gluu-ug!

Rafel stopped moving in her mouth and brought her in, pulling at her hair with the other hand on the underside of her chin to keep her from pulling back. He fit deep inside her gullet, and held her over his cock as she wheezed and panted.

"Not yet, princess." He slapped her cheek lightly.

Her mouth was robust with his huge shaft. He could see the shape of his manhood arrow down her throat. Yukima started tapping frantically at his legs. Her nose was mashed up in his groin. She couldn't breathe—save his musk.

His smell was a natural aphrodisiac to her. He was that virile.

Rafel knew she'd reached her breaking point when she stiffened and caved inwards.

He released her abruptly.

She wasn't expecting his pullout and greedily drank in his slobber when he sloppily dropped out of her throat and mouth. Her lips sucked his penis in a short pant.

She only found her voice thirty seconds later.

"Ugh, my God!" She punched his upper thigh. "You're dirty. You dirty pig! How dare you? I'm the princess of—"

"You loved it." Rafel interrupted.

His voice was pure bass. He wasn't asking. He was telling.

On her knees, Yukima lifted up her yellow-ringed eyes to his. She nodded once. Saliva spills from her furious dick-sucking still dripped down her chin. She licked her bottom lip. When she made no move to stand back up, even after he'd released her and even with the threat of her mother—who was in the bathroom right now—bursting in on them and freaking out, Rafel knew he had turned on the cop princess so much she'd do anything he asked.

He looked down at his cock.

It was angled perfectly. Balanced juicy and fat and purplish dark over her smushed face.

He asked, "want more?"

She nodded, again.

Rafel smiled down at her. "Not gonna smartmouth me again, are you?"

She shook her head from side to side.

"Good girl."

He put his right hand in her hair and caressed the side of her face. "You're cute. Get comfortable."

He waited until she leaned back on her calves and put out her front. "Pull off the rest of it." He instructed her, meaning his breeches. Yukima slowly put forth her hands and gently pulled down his trousers. But Rafel didn't step out of them. He undid the buttons of her blue uniform and smiled like a king when her sweet cleavage popped to his eyes. "There we go. Better now."

Staring on her with his gold eyes blinking not once over her pretty face, he took hold of his shaft and began stroking himself over her face.

Yukima worshipped this action of his with her eyes, marveling at his veined pulse.

She suddenly summed up the courage in the face of his stunning masculinity and gently put up her eyes against his heaviness.

"Suck my balls." Rafel immediately commanded.

Yukima put out her tongue first. And slurped up as much of his scent and tang as she possibly could in one lap. The first taste of his precum in her mouth had Yukima straining on her knees, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him stepping in between them. She felt the front press of his boots scruff her inner thighs and sighed at the erotic thought of his Gypsian shoes flirting with her body.

"Do you think you deserve more?" He asked of her.

"Mm-hmm," Yukima nodded even with her mouth full of his delicious pipe. His hard flesh was an addiction to her sanity.

"With your mum just in the other room?"

Yuki nodded harder to Rafel.

Slurp!

Slurp!

"My god!" He closed his eyes against her mouth-work; the things she did with her lips. No wonder policewomen could yell so good. Their mouths were a fifth wonder—if Yuki's miraculous BJ were a yardstick, which it was. Rafel stuttered, "B-But the L-Legata?"

Splat!

Yukima instead spat a glob of saliva back on him. His cock rose and shivered under her witchy gaze. Her matté eyes said, 'Do I look like I give a fuck?' It was too much.

"Come here!"

Rafel grabbed the back of her head and sank in until her nose hit the damp, musky hairs of his loins. Yuki gloried in his manhood like a proper whore. She closed her rosebud lips, and like she didn't already have traces of his jizz painting her red face and hair, she sucked him to profanity.

"Oh, you dirty, dirty cop!"

"Yeah?" She wheezed around his shaft.

Gluug!

Gluug!

Glu-uug! She started going up and down with crazy suction; Rafel for sure knew he'd cum one more second.

Hel's fucking rings!

Rafel strained to pull out of her mouth. His penis slid out like a devious giant worm. Wiggling. Well lubricated. He grabbed hard onto it and held it away from her lips as she tried to dive back in.

"Sinful harlot," he lightly slapped her—not the first time. He was holding like a vise around his little brother, trying to stay the whitish jets of spunk he knew would definitely blind or impregnate the princess heir of Rocasus.

"Aah," she opened her mouth wide for him, giving him the green light to jerk into it. To answer her need, he slapped her soft hands clutching to his thighs away. "I'm afraid there's no time for more than one round, honey. It's mystifying your mother is not now upon us. Her bath rituals must be intense," as Rafel said this, he still suspected the Marquess of the Republic, Ursula had moved from a flirtatious lotioning of her body—back when he'd been watching to a full treacherous deep fingering massage. He could see her now: bent over the wall, curling three fingers inside of a soaking wet pussy.

And so he knew he and Yuki had at least five minutes before it was the supper maidens who came to interrupt them all.

"—We've got to make this big for both of us," he finished bluntly to Yukima. The young policewoman was hooked on the word, big. Her following smile was very pretty and perverse.

"I've got an idea."

Gently, she rose to her feet, and watched Rafel scuttle out of his breeches. He kicked them away. "Damn pants," he muttered, causing her smile to widen. His rich golden eyes never left the lick of her curves. She studied him as she hooked her hands on her silver, combat-issued belt and unbuckled it. Her teeth found her bottom lip when he breathed hard. Rafel growled, watching her shimmy out of it: "Damn you, Yuki."

It was like a wrestle between her wide hips and the fucking cop pants. She kept the boots on.

When she twirled around, grabbed both her asscheeks and bent for him, Rafel lost his shit.

"I'm trying to make this last for us. But…no panties? Holy Martyr." He went down on one knee behind her and wrapped his big hands into her waist. He stared into the gaping wonder of her beautiful slit and hole just one second. . .before he pulled her on his face.

In seconds of his pink tongue whipping out he had her buckling. Rafel commanded her upright with deft and sharp smacks on her butt. And she had her first shaking orgasm right over his face. Yuki felt him eat her ass so good she thought she might faint. It was torture just to keep her hands holding her cheeks spread while his rogue tongue pleased her clit in little strokes.

Thwack! Rafel spanked her. Her butt trembled. "I'm glad I could pull one out of you."

Yukima suddenly tensed and did something Rafel didn't expect.

"Silly demon." She turned around and pushed him down with one booted heel. He sat fast and hard on the floor. The top of his head came up to the scarlet sheets on her mother's huge bed, and Yuki hissed, "you haven't pleased me enough for your crimes."

With Rafel seated on the Pilou floors at the foot of the sprawling fourposter, Yukima turned around again and gave him her cream booty. Standing, she opened herself to his eyes. "Lick," she commanded. Rafel let his expert tongue fall out again and lapped her up slow and torturously from the seam of her exposed labia to the furrow and pucker of her asshole. The thing was cute; it didn't look like it could fit more than one finger. Rafel licked it more, promising inside him it would. It would fit his dick.

"Ahhn, yes. Lick it good." Yuki took her pleasure with his face.

Slush! Slush!

She made sure the warm lashing of his velvet tongue didn't go to waste. "Ohh fuck yes. More. More with that wicked mouth of yours. Ohh! Don't stop. Eat my fucking pussy and ass."

Slush!

She went down several inches so his lips kissed her cleft, then came back up.

Pah! She smacked herself, panting breathlessly.

"Eat that booty! God yes!"

Rafel didn't care for her moaning. He was preparing her ass. With one final rove, Rafel drew back from the warmth of her globes and spat a mix of his saliva and her juices onto her. He bassed one word.

"Sit."

Yuki didn't need to be told twice. As she slid her big butt down from his head, coloring his broad chest and torso in her cream, both her holes were ready for him. Rafel's dick was so hard he didn't even need to guide it. She quivered when he breached her little asshole. Rafel went in slow. But Yukima was having none of it. She wanted to cum on this man. She wanted the cum of this man. And she wanted it hard. So she placed her hands on either side of his legs, palms down, and held steady as she began to move. She took him fast, in and out of her.

"Ohhhh," she made a long moan as her head fell back on his left shoulder. He brushed her magenta hair with his lips, inhaling the whiff of her sex and tasting the femininity from her sweat. He let her move at her own pace, because he knew he'd cum either way. In only her shined patrol boots and blue bra—with one string hanging down—she flattened her back into Rafel's wolfish embrace and did hella squats on his dick. "Yeah, yeah, right there, oh fuck." Rafel felt her tense.

Pah! He put her forward and took back dominance, holding her by her waist and pumping upward and forward. His abs glistened behind her. With each push of his robust penis inside her, Yuki mewled as the gift of her butt bounced.

"Ohh…you…filthy…cop, drowning in your own poon! Look at the mess you've made." Rafel raised an un-gentle palm, and brought it down hard.

Pah!

"Ahhhhn," Yukima screamed, her body surprising her as it let go in a burst of starlight. She came hard and fast, her brain and eyes shutting out to that one moment and pleasure. The feeling overwhelmed her. Behind, the golden-eyed demon was still a tiger.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Prepared, Yuki waited for him to thrust forward. And when he did, she put all her weight behind her and fell back on him at the same moment he tried to fuck her raw. She fell down hard on him. His heavy organ lurched hotly, deeply into her hole. Her cheeks clapped. Her beautiful breasts shivered from the cups of her shirt. The mighty clap of her butt into his groin pushed his cock out but before the rush of semen could explode out of him, Yuki reached under and grabbed back the insane, throbbing mass.

"Give me a creampie, devil." Her pussy accepted him back in.

Sweetly.

And Rafel fell forward, arms wrapped tight around her wicked curves, he came like a waterfall. Like he'd just being released from fucking prison.

Yukima felt him flood her pink insides thoroughly. She loved it. She wiggled her hips, moving her ass on his crotch with him buried inside her, coaxing, begging, drawing more of the hot male essence out of him. "Please," Rafel whispered in her sweaty hair.

Clap! She bounced on his dick.

Clap!

Clap!

His erection hadn't quit jizzing in forty five seconds.

"You said we had to make it good, right? This is me doing," CLAP! "exactly," CLAP! "just," CLAP! "that."

Rafel breezed out of consciousness for a bit. This damned cop had milked him dry.

When he opened his eyes, Yuki was rising from him; her pussy showed the perfect creampie, with every pucker of her glossy folds, he saw his handiwork. He noted she didn't bother cleaning up as she put her pressed blue cop pants back on. As she buttoned up, she gave him the look and licked her lips at the juicy curve of his emptied cock, rested warmly against his strong lap. Her handiwork.

She tossed him his pig mask. "Don't spy on the Gray House. If you want pussy, ask for pussy."

Her last action was blowing him a kiss. At the door, she tossed her violet hair back,

"Oh, and dinner's in five."

Just then Rafel heard a screen door swish. The screen door!

Glass?

The bathroom! Shit.

He leaped to his feet. He stumbled.

Shit. Shit.

Ursula was coming out of her LONG shower. He wouldn't hide if he hadn't just fucked her daughter. But he had. So… "SHIT!" He voiced this one out. With the last bit of strength he could muster, he slithered into [Noir] and in his Shadow-verse, he peeled unseen, out the window and down the long white towers. All the while, he wondered just what the fuck kind of sex god had blessed women with the miraculous ability to walk again right after a feverish ramming. Like, what the fuck?