Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

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[🎶 Darling Nikki (X) – Prince.]

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IT WAS THE NIGHT'S WIND that stirred Rafel awake.

He sat up on the bed with a start. 'When had I dozed off,' he wondered. He thought of asking Peitho for a system stats; a swift look at the room, and he refrained. It had being tidied up. Rafel didn't think he had been asleep for long. He could still hear the thudding drumbeats of the party music playing in the villa beyond the cottage.

His luscious lovers however were nowhere in sight.

Rafel decided a shower would help with clarity. He stepped out few minutes later with a silver towel he'd found in the little tub wrapped around his midriff. The abs on display could mock Ares' tan breastplate of war. His hair wet with hot water, Rafel finally took a long, slow look at the room.

The tidiness was spick-span: the bed laid and pillows fluffed, no unusual smell of sex in the air, and the sweaty evidence of the most recent passion was vanished off the sheets. If not for the tingling hum low in his torso, Rafel would've thought the beautiful twins a mirage. Coming to think of it, they did look like a dream. He shook his head and walked to the bed.

"Peitho! Where are my lov—"

The words fell out his lips.

He found, nearly tucked into the folded top corner of the blanket a piece of paper. Rafel carefully pulled it out and unfurled. The most lovely writing he'd seen since Corazón's was inked in perfect blue scrawls on the parchment. He could tell it had been torn off some ancient scroll. The smell of the papyrus reminded him of his days at Emberfall's study as he read the note:

[Dear Israfel, Raz and I thought we must've tired you out, so we cast a cleaning spell on the cottage and a Kiss of Eros on you. But we are not done with you yet, demon Prince. Meet us at the gardens.]

[You are wholly, sexily ours for the night.]

[Our present must be totally enjoyed.]

[With sincerest admiration, Keziah.]

Rafel softly closed the note. The exquisite writing belonged to Keziah then. It made sense; she didn't talk much. Truthfully, he did not know if she could; but if so, her handicap would only make it hotter to shag her. Just like that one time he had roleplayed been a blind warlock with Lilith. His aunt had been wild that night, carving her talons into his back in soaking need.

Tossing the paper, Rafel reached for the closet. A single Kaftan of liquid silver was hung and waiting.

A Babylonian garment.

Rafel grabbed a turban he found also, deciding he would impress his Hebrew concubines.

As he dressed, he figured it made sense how he just went off now. The girls had cast a spell on him. 'Naughty sluts,' he reasoned with a smile. His demon core would have rebuffed it if it was deemed a threat, but the [Kiss of Eros] was about as threatening as a pecking dove on a street. It was a sleep spell.

And clearly, the quick cleanliness of the room indicated the use of magic. For starters, his cum was disappeared off the ends of the byzantine floors; and he had cum like a Roman breed steed.

Outside, the gardens which Keziah had written of in her note was a short walk from the cottage: about ten paces for Rafel's long strides. The cultured shrubs were shaped to look like dancing people. In the silverly light of the full moon, shining down bright from above, Rafel couldn't tell exactly what species of 'people'.

Either way, the garden was beautiful, and the smell of aloe vera and hibiscus filled his nostrils.

He moved silently among green and violet buds.

The earth was soft and the night silent.

Rafel spotted the girls at the foot of a magical Wryd tree: with reaching branches and a twisting stalk. It was short and luminous with the lunar energy it collected and oozed. The pale leaves whispered a thousand bursts of mystical light, like little fairies, dancing on the tree.

It was midnight on the cottage grounds, and looking at the twins, curled into each other, splendidly radiant under the moon and shining tree, it seemed like they were the only people in the world—their union the only one that really mattered.

Rafel moved for the gorgeous girls. He smiled when they both opened their arms, beaming and beatific, like the doors of a church to accept him into their fold. He pointed around the garden.

"You know, if these flowers could fly, you'd have reanimated the Hanging gardens of Babylon."

Raziah smiled warmly. "We might just make it so," she said.

Knowing both girls were in the [Griffin Arc], with control of wind and skyling magic at their fingertips, Rafel didn't doubt their capabilities. "But—" chirped Raziah. "You look wonderful in that turban. Has anyone told you you'd make an excellent foreign King? Or perhaps, a fantasy of it."

Rafel nodded. "Yes. A certain lush Gyaru told me so on a full moon night, just before I seduced her into my bed."

Keziah blushed and smacked his chest, as he sister remarked, "Confident, are we?"

"Nope. Hell fucking hopeful," returned Rafel.

The girls eased from his arms, pushing back and making a twirl for his eyes. Raziah said, "so, what do you think?"

"WOAH!" Rafel nearly doubled over.

He had been too fucking focused on their pretty faces to notice the attires which they wore. Gone was the puritan white of their birthdays. Raziah and Keziah Fairfield could kill a man in the majestic colorful dresses which they now stood in.

It was the same theme as his: Babylonia.

Baby-fucking-lonia!

The gowns were delectable red: the splits showing off more succulence than they covered. A slip of creamy flesh here, a show of robust boob there. It was so provoking to the eye Rafel didn't know what to focus on. Keziah was currently standing in a backshot pose and her full bottom was deliciously on display. While Rafel watched, she dropped down on her slim waist and touched her toes.

Her sister, Raziah, smiling, cupped and played with her shaking ass as she twerked for Rafel's eyes.

The position was wicked.

"You fucking sinners." He growled in the garden. His baritone made the flowers shiver and wither.

The twins scarlet ensemble reminded him of the time when the dresses they wore were the hot topic of the old world, when young women in such revealing garbs would stand on flooded streets and beckon at strangers to the temptation of motherly bosoms, when Babylon was fire and storm.

Babylonia was famous for its whores...and broken marital vows. Carthage had its trading ports. Rome, its armies. Babylon; its fucking whores.

The harlots there could seduce a Templar out of his oath.

Under Rafel's steadfast gaze, Raziah parted the veils of her twin sister's undergarments, hooking a finger and pushing the red thong aside. Keziah was busy still clapping her ass cheeks, hands around her ankles. In such bent position, Rafel could see all that made her woman. She was riper than papaya, delicate as petals, pink as fucking peach.

He'd bet a thousand solidi she'd be tight as a virgin too.

"Holy shit," Rafel droned when Raziah wet her thumb and rubbed it into Keziah's asshole. Her sister puckered as she slid the finger in. Giggling, she pulled it out and brought it up to her lips, shaking Keziah's ample butt as she did so.

"Want a taste?" She held out the finger to Rafel.

Rafel answered with a growl.

He would love to pound them into paradise under the full moon, but. . .another idea sparked in his deviant head.

One minute, both girls were flushed and giggling to Rafel's burning eyes. The next, he was upon them like a flame. His shadows of darkness swamped out the silver of the full moon and brilliance of the glowing Wyrd tree as he swarmed them in his umbras. Rafel was pulling on his dark essence. The garden flooded with ebony wisps and then, they were gone.

They all materialized in front of the cottage.

"Come here." Rafel dragged the girls to himself as they struggled to find their footing. His lips found Keziah's first. And her sister kicked in the door.

The three of them tumbled in. Rafel grasped to Raziah's plump butt, kissing her next. It was full of tongue and wild. He fondled her in open lust, and she returned in like manner: tearing at the gold strings of his royal Kaftan; ripping the white turban off his head to let down his beautiful, ruddy hair, soft as silk in her caressing hands.

Rafel bent her head to an angle when he could drink in her taste; he didn't stop until he tasted her sister's ass right off her tongue.

Raziah clawed a path down his torso, claiming his chest and abs in her fingers as she dragged them slow and wicked down the brick-hard ridges. His skin was both hot and refined like melted gold under her palms.

As Rafel drowned Raziah's neck in kisses and she moaned and struggled to unfasten his breeches, Keziah stood behind him too, placing kisses all over his strong back, nipping at golden muscles born of battle and tan skin smooth and ripped as a tiger's.

"I can't wait anymore." Raziah offered breathlessly.

She flicked her wrist with a pulse of gilded magic, and all of Rafel's pristine clothes met the floor of the cottage. She pushed him down on the nearest sofa and fell with him. Rafel sucked in her earlobe. She writhed on him, already grasping for his cock.

"My God! I must have you now."

Rafel turned her around with a growl. She sat in his lap, facing away from him. She felt his warm shaft bullet between her ass crack, nudging, seeking slippery tight fulfillment. Rafel tore up her swarming skirts. "I almost hate the Babylonian fashion now. Too many fucking robes!" To this, Raziah chuckled.

"Hold this!" Rafel commanded. He had ripped off to tatters the train he couldn't unravel, and he now ordered her to hold her panties to the side.

His thick cock bobbed into the fray, slapping out from under her ass and against her pussy. The both of them looked down at the same time. Raziah was already wet and glistened before their eyes. She took stared down at her own liquid core. "Go slow, please," she begged. "I want to feel every inch."

"No." Another voice entered their passion. It was Keziah; she had spoken, and her words were like pouring wine. Rafel couldn't really think on that fact as his cock was throbbing for some pussy. "Go hard and fast." Keziah drowned her sister's pleading. "I want you to make her beg you to stop. I want you to pound that pussy like the fucking whore she is.

Use her! I want her leaking all over the place. I want her squirting. I want her to wet your cock like a fucking faucet. Bang the shit out of that cunt. Make her pucker and scream.

I want to see you creampie my sister."

Keziah went to the bed and leaned back on it. She took a very advantageous position where she got a good view of the couch Rafel and Raziah were on.

Rafel said darkly, "as you wish, fair one."

He hoisted up Raziah above him. He held up her legs wide and high, thighs spread. She grabbed at her ankles and he holding up her thick laps. They both watched as his cock head connected with her slit. Keziah leaned in for a better view on the bed, and all three of them groaned as he slowly slid into her.

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"Ohh..." Raziah yearned as her head fell back.

Rafel's shoulder was there to hold it.

Once he was in, he let out the beast.

Rafel began pounding upward at a crazed rhythm. Raziah was bouncing above him. Her eyes started to roll. Her tongue hung out, and she sought for something to hold. She was weak as he drilled like a madman into her slick folds. Rafel bore her up in his arms like she weighed nothing.

He took from her his demented lust, hitting and hitting until she broke apart from his feral thrusting.

PAH! PAH! P-PAH! PAH! PAH!

SQUISH!

Raziah let a high scream as she jerked and released a long stream of squirt. Rafel's pipe was briefly pushed out of her cunt. But he grasped himself again, soaking and dripping to the balls, and jammed himself back inside her, ramming up her pussy again.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Yes! Yes. Fuck yes! That's it!" Keziah sang on the bed, laughing and watching.

PAH! PAH!

"Ohhhummmm." Raz came again, bucking and twisting. Rafel pulled out his fierce and colossal phallus, whipping her naughty little pussy with it and scattering her squirting. Her inner thighs were wet. She dripped down his strong calves to the floors.

Rafel felt his balls constrict and knew he was close.

He rose and tossed Raziah to the sofa. She fell and lay down, defeated and utterly fucked; catching her breath.

"Come here, you!"

He grabbed and dragged her sister off the bed to a great wooden cross. It was the only stuff in the room Keziah could grab onto as he pushed her to it and bent her down. "Grab to it like you fucking want to choke it. And spread your whore legs!" He broke thickly in her ear. Shuddering, Keziah complied.

She soon felt his hard cock slam within her and Keziah bit her bottom lip at the sheer pleasure of his girth. "Forgive me, my saviour." She pleaded with a God who wasn't present. And then, she gave herself wholly to the demon behind.

Rafel smacked and drilled her cute butt until she was pink from his hands and dick.

They came together: gyrating and grunting.

Rafel poured kegs into her tiny slut pussy; but Keziah turned around, whispering, "I want some in my mouth."

She sucked off the rest of his cum, urging him to jerk more with her mouth as she gobbled his nosh and swallowed all that her gave. Keziah clutched to the cross behind her as he used her mouth in milking all of his pleasure. She got the 'milk', all over her face and heavy breasts.

And when Rafel was done, he dragged her up to her feet and carried her to the bed. He went for her sister too. Gathering the beautiful Jewish twins into himself, he finally let some blood flow from his dick into his head.

The last thing Raz saw before she drifted off in the wild demon's arms was the cross of her Lord: an ornate, Templar wood of the lands of Judea.

She repeated her sister's words.

"Forgive me, saviour."