Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Back at the dorms, Corazón and Rosamunde were too tired to help Rafel with the 'tight fit'.

By the records of [Succubian Dark Worlds], a near impossibility on the part of a servant girl for her Sire, punishable in Underworld laws by scourging upon a St. Andrews Cross. Albeit, Rafel didn't mind.

Battling Constance Juliana Medici, the blood Countess of ecclesiastical and benign Avila had taken a toll on the girls. They needed to rest to refresh their mana cores and rejuvenate [Mystic Pouches]. Supposing it was his slave, Naamah, who was in the combat, her own methods of upping back her core would see Rafel's wish much fulfilled.

As a royal demoness of the Sapphire Slut species, Naamah's greatest feed was a good, long cock swallowing.

Alas, his servant whore was beyond his reach.

Rafel was restless in bed. And so after a few hours of sleep, he got up and wandered aimlessly around in the clandestine courts of Salem Hall. He had a bunch of girls who could help alleviate the fatness ripping at his zipper, but at the moment, he was thirsty for some MILF. No offense to his schoolgirls. But a man had appetites. And as a demon, he more than most.

He ruminated on thoughts of gigantic knockers and arses of the luscious jiggles.

'I just need a goshdarned MILF.'

The kind of bad, voluptuous mommy he sought was kind of hard to find in the mage College. But Rafel had some proper motivation; it jerked in his pants whenever he thought of just how juicy fat breasts would feel right now in his mouth.

In the past, this was one of those occasions where he would have unceremoniously dropped in on his Auntie and jammed her mouth full of his throbbing cock.

There was nothing more perverted than showing up in a burst of shadows are Lilith's dark castle, right in the middle of a meeting with her Spectre Lords at the goth throne room, striding confidently up the dais for her obsidian throne, fiercely ripping out his thick member and dragging her gorgeous, mascara-ed face down to the bulbous shaft.

Many times Lilith did choke on his lusty offering, but would then drag him in, impaling his hard penis inside of her throat and with an apathetic wave, she would dismiss the entire royal court of Underworld Lords.

But, 'fuck Lilith!'

He didn't want to think of her right now. Not with his balls so heavy. As he threaded under the labyrinth archways of his Hall, a lot of girls in little mingling groups turned their heads his way. At the moment, Rafel was like a lighthouse for sex. A fucking red flare. And how enticing he smelled, especially to the werebitches—this wasn't an insult; they were female werewolves.

"He smells so good." A freakish tall [Amazon] licked at her lips. When she shared a look of heat with her circle of muscly babes, Rafel walked faster. They all giggled. They could smell him: a potent male. But Rafel was in no mood to be gangbanged by five women. He just about ran away from them.

He was soon by the eastern wing of the housing Hall. It was a mostly quiet zone. At the floor level still, but inhabited by those among the First Years who had taken the pledge to become Scribes for the nine realms. The walls on this area were fine alabaster and shimmered like rippling water.

There was no one in sight. It was a resplendent, 50ft high corridor: very bookish, spookish theme. If anything, Rafel loved the quietude and the cast of his shadows, long against the walls.

He talked out aloud to Peitho in his distress at not finding a suitable attention for his loins.

"Damn it, Peitho. Where are all the older women 'round here? I thought some of the alumnus hung around after the Hunt games last week. Surely, some doting mother must still be around to check up on her kid. At this point Peitho I do not care what species this woman might be. Find me a hot fucking mum!

"SYSTEM! Equip MILF HUNTER MODE."

Peitho was more than happy to help out her HOST. Even for a [SIM] AI, she quite enjoyed watching her host splurge one out on a willing female. Moreso, if they resisted. Half the pleasure was in the dominating and humiliation. Like a wild mustang mare, you gat to break her back to get it good and tippy for a hard, sweaty ride. Peitho engaged with her host:

[Ding!]

[MILF HUNTER MODE Equipped!]

[Auxiliary Attributes...]

[Y/N?]

"Hell motherfucking yes!" Rafel hollowed in a graty voice. "Busty—I need firm humongous tits. Her laps must be huge, grabable. And her ass: by the gods of Hel! Peitho, I want to drown my face in it. I want a butt that leaks juiciness.

A fuckable mommy. A sinful whore mommy. Her body has got to have the Abba-esque curves, the proper woman thighs. I don't care if she's white, or caramel skinned. But I'd like it if she was a bit taller, you know? The créme BBW.

Oh come on now, Peitho! You know what I mean. Don't make me get into the dets."

[As you wish, Lord Apollyon.]

[Ding!]

[SYSTEM has located possible sighting.]

"Fuck. Where?"

Rafel practically salivated.

[Three hundred paces in your current direction. In the dorm room: FIRST YEAR LEVEL 0015. The door is blue. Hottie Baddie Mommy confirmed now!]

Rafel didn't even walk anymore. —whoosh! He disappeared into shadows and reanimated in front of the said door. Walking was for pussies—and guys who didn't have a flagpole erection to contend down below. Peitho was right. The door was blue.

Sea turtle blue. Why exactly his MILF was currently in a First Year student's room didn't bother him.

'If it comes to it, I'll NTR the fucker. I'm the damned Netori King.'

Rafel decided his best bet into the lady's pants on the other side of the door was politeness. He lifted his right hand and calmly knocked.

"Who is it?" The voice at the other end was unmistakably feminine, and very, very hypnotic. He loved the voice. Or maybe it was just his dick amping everything up. Rafel kept silent and waited as he heard approaching footsteps. In his briefs, his cock twitched. And the moment the blue door opened, he forgot all about being polite.

"Holy fuuuuuuccckk."

"Excuse me?" The woman standing in the open door narrowed her eyes at him.

She was so fucking beautiful.

Her eyes were enchanting. Catty. Eyes of a lioness. Her couldn't even start with her lips. And her body. Oh her fucking body!

"Goddamn! Thank you, Peitho. Thank you so fucking much!"

"Excuse me, young man. Are you lost?" The woman's lily voice came again.

She watched Rafel's eyes darken. "Not anymore." His own voice was coarse as sandpaper. The gold in his pupils dimmed to a thirsty, sadistic ebony. Without another word, Rafel grabbed her by the throat and pushed her in. The woman was taken aback. The door, sea turtle blue, slammed shut behind them, sealing in a hungry demon with a very appetizing catty-eyed MILF.

Inside the room, a heated conversation was going on. It went from furious to sexual in seconds.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The taller, voluptuous woman matched Rafel's eyes with her own: a mix of incredulity and slight awe. She met all of Rafel's requirements—and then some. To imagine the perfect scandalous Stepmom, was to imagine this woman. Screw it—the perfect slutty mom. There was also a bit of innocence about her. A kindness in her beautiful eyes.

As Rafel devoured her body with his eyes, he mentally gave Peitho a thumbs up.

And the best part. . .his MILF was an orc.

Orcs weren't the kind of ugly giants from the myths. They had evolved with the rest of mankind. Now, one only knew an Orc by the smattering of cute pearl freckles across their fore arms. Rafel's MILF had hers forming a pattern of wings across her pale wrists. No horns. No green.

Just fucking peach.

Her marking was the strangest and most wondrous tattoo. It wasn't ink. But it was beautiful.

She had two inches on him—Orcs still kept their height across evolution—just the perfect reach. She wasn't white. Her skin was the softest, loveliest caramel. She had on a pantsuit. He could see regal silver buttons across the lilac satin. She was barefooted.

Clearly, she had been relaxing before he had barged in. Rafel found his eyes slipping more than once to her sexy toes and the bluish blush on the nails.

"Helloooooo!" She waved in front of his face. "Young man, you mind telling me why you just manhandled me into my kid's dorm room? Are you a friend of my son."

Rafel was thinking fast.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Your son."

"Oh, he's out. Went to get Royal Red." The woman replied. Rafel nodded. He knew [Royal Red]; one of the finest wines brand in Corynthia. Obviously, the woman had good tastes. She'd like him.

The gorgeous MILF stepped in: "You still haven't my question. Are you okay?"

Rafel grabbed her hand feeling his cheek for his temperature.

"I do not know your son. What I do know is you are going to help me get rid of the tension in my balls. You are going to suck me off like a good whore. I'm gonna make you my slut, mommy." His voice hardened. "Now kneel as I feed you my cock."

"E-Excuse me. Are you mad—"

Rafel grabbed her exquisite highborn coiffure and pushed her to the floor; she was a blonde.

"Stop, young man. What are you doing?"

Rafel tore off his belt. He ripped down his fly. And jammed his right hand in, holding her chic hair-pinned golden waves in his angry fist. He pulled out his cock with a heavy sigh.

"My gods! What the fuck."

"Suck!" Rafel ordered, trying to bring her head in.

The hot MILF kept her head back. 'Is this virile redhaired stud about to fuck me in my son's dorm room?' she was thinking. Though she naughtily resisted, her lips were already parting. And her pink tongue swiped out to fondly lick her mouth. She tasted her lipstick with her face over the heavy pulsing thickness of hard male. The young man in front of her was so erotic.

So beautifully male.

It aroused her to kneel before him.

'His cock is really nice. Oh, who am I kidding? He's fucking divine. I wonder how he'd taste.'

A golden stallion of a boy. A thick tan penis. Velvety. Huge. A shaft she could gobble forever.

This Orc noblewoman lifted her cat eyes up from the wonder between Rafel's thighs. She trailed his perfect torso with those lioness eyes. His ridged abs. Up the shirt he up to his jaw so he could look down on her. She admired the aristocratic sculpt of his face. And finally, her eyes met his.

They roamed hot in the abyssal depths.

A full minute ticked by with neither breaking eye contact.

"My son will be back soon, we have to be quick," she said.

"How soon?" asked Rafel.

"Ten minutes." She dropped her head. And swallowed richly into her hot mouth the fat, throbbing cock in front of her face.