Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Up at sunrise before anybody else, Khalifa had a hot bath in the smaller pool cresting the silvered roots of the great [Akovanga] tree. Children began to wake as she slithered in the bluish water, the bits of magic metals underground and native to the Bonelands making the water glow in a dreamy mist, and the kids didn't mind seeing a tan, naked woman swimming in the public eye.

If anything, what attracted the gazes of the earlybirds more was the mural of scars she seemed to have stemmed all over her body. Tattoos of a very untimid past. Khalifa swam for a while. And without the cover of her veils, everyone waking in the great Skoatl Mountains could peek at her pink scar on the otherwise enchanting face and nude slippery picture of beauty she was.

Rafel was one of the early birds.

He'd slept in his own private acquifer in that blue limestone chamber where he'd thoroughly banged his satyr chick at the banks of the hollow river. And he was just coming into the main cave village, his appearance syncing with the dawn, when he spotted Khalifa rising from the miraculous water.

"Breathtaking," he remarked. Her scars were hot.

'Come to think of it; I have never had a scarred bitch before. Though I reckon she might be lesbian. She has still not told me of her exact relationship with the Junker queen. Elsewise, she's Dementa's loyal hound.' As Rafel has these thoughts, halted for a brief moment in his entry, stupefied in seeing Khalifa—and her tiger-stripe scars rising from the [Akovanga] in slow motion, Peitho was listening.

[Does my Lord host desire to bed this zebra-fied woman? If so, shall I equip the Bo Horseman Role, or preferably, tap you into the Sin System?]

Rafel's slow perusal ended when a 6yr old boy ran up to Khalifa's at the poolside and offered her a large towel. His last salacious sight was of the thatch of damp curls between her legs, catching slips of early sunlight: she had quite the bush.

But it was hot. Again, Rafel had not had sex with a full-thick woman like that. He wondered how she'd smell turned-on.

'Peitho, that would be a no,' he told his system. 'Its better if she makes the first move—or not. Babes like Khalifa are hard women. They prefer to hunt for their partners themselves.' Rafel watched as the brown Hijabi wrapped her glistening ripeness in thick lioness fur. Unlike him, the little boy who handed her the towel was more interested in her awe-inspiring physique than the actual melons in front of his baby face.

"Hell, I wish I was that innocent at that age!" Rafel intoned. Hard to be innocent when your super curvy auntie always bathes in front of you. Poor Israfel; his life had been filled with blue succubi and red giantesses since he was three. He smiled when the boy saw those titties and didn't grab for them. Or suckle.

It was the same liberalism to nudity the entire tribe held: as the women and men woke up beside camp fires that were flaked embers now, they moved to the pool and began undressing. Chocolate and light skins filled the cave. The aura of neighborly love in the sunrise. Breasts and penises came into view.

The only difference was that the women cornered themselves at the left area of the pool; the men, on the right. Rafel didn't think it could get any cozier. It was nice to watch. But also weird. The tribes of Sorcese were too close with each other. 'If I stay around long enough, I might get to see an orgy,' he reckoned, "It has being so long, innit? Since Hel..."

He began to walk again, entering the main cavern space. He was beautiful. Eyes lifted everywhere.

Many likened him to the sun god, Yütah, riding in in his chariot of gold, the rich color of sunlight a halo of him as he burst through the heavens in a splay of color. He passed by Khalifa pulling on her pants, and she waved. In fact, everyone was waving.

'Did these people forget I just roasted their tribe leader ten hours ago?'

He kept nodding and nodding, and smiling. He felt the curl of succulence enter his [psyche bridge]. He followed it, and the scent of wild berry to the east area of the mountain village. Sure enough, he came upon his stunning harem.

"Howdy, my loves," he offered in greeting. The one whom had touched his mind with her ethereal fragrance; gorgeous Aya Naamah leveled her violet eyes on him. "We missed you last night," she said. "Uh huh," Cora confirmed, pulling on fresh tights. She was topless. "Should we be worried about some secret mistress. Some basic bitch?"

Rafel stared right at her perky pink areolas when he grinned brilliantly. "You don't sugarcoat shit, my darling. Do you?"

"Why should I? You're the only man whose cock I ever need—or want to climb on for that matter."

In Cora's romance language, that was tantamount to the three words: I Love You. Rafel looked to Ravenna. She was already dressed, but touching Aya's left heel slightly as she lounged on the hay mattress. Her green eyes should possessiveness. "Do you feel this way too, Little Raven?" He asked of her.

"Jealous? Hell fuckin' yeah!"

Rafel smiled more. "How ever did a demon like me get so lucky. The [Fates] don't really like us. Fortuna neither. I must have pleased Heaven or something. Come here, my angels." He opened his arms. They all flocked in. His body was big and warm. "Trust me, I would never abandon you for a Critch."

Cora's eyes flew open; flames entered her blue ghost iris. "Wait! She's got ram horns. Ugh! You beautiful cunt—"

Rafel caught her hand as she swiped for his chest, both of them chuckling. Swat! He swiped at her behind with his free hand. She didn't see it coming and jerked up. "You fucker!" She burst into a full-fledged laughter. Rafel shook her cheeks in his wide palm. When his first finger dipped into her crack, feeling for her hole, she jerked again and slapped his hand away.

"Stop it!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Haha! Oh my god!" Ravenna and Aya giggled.

"AHEM—"

Someone cleared a throat behind.

Cora removed Rafel's hand from feeling up her sex as they dryly turned to the visitor, even though the space wasn't that private to begin with. It was a hot, husky desert guard. "Khalifa!" Ravenna sat up. "How was your night?" The female sentinel slid her pine eyes to each one of them. She replied Ravenna. "Full of dreams, Your Majesty. This tribe are wonderful hosts. But if we are to hit the next crest of our map, we must leave now."

"And what's the next...Crest?" Cora fastened her red doublet.

"Uh, a second please." Khalifa tapped on her wrist, finding a rune and tracing it. The [Map Digitum] jumped into air, lighting up the little space a few inches high. Khalifa read their current location: "from what I can see her, just a few clicks from the Skoatl Mountains is a bit of a cold forest. It is a landmark in these parts."

"Is it the crest we're looking for?" Cora sidled up to her.

"Yes. It is. A place called the Jun Prefecture."

"Hmm... Prefecture? Fancy," said Ravenna. Aya, the quietest of the harem said in her sensual voice, "let's hope it's as grandiose as it sounds. I've had enough of marauders and cannons up in our face. Since we left Dementa's canyon, it's been these sorry little shits who don't know what we are all up in our face. Anymore confrontation and I'll rip 'em to shreds."

Her obsidian nails elongated like a cat's. Her lush ebony hair fanned out in ripples. For a split-second, Khalifa—whom had been oblivious up until this moment—was granted the flash of a [Rank A Succubus] wrath.

An awkward silence dropped in. Only Rafel was smiling. Khalifa scratched her head. "Uh. . .shall we go?"

Bundling up their items in [Hallowed] satchels and duffel bags Rafel had so generously purchased for the entire company from the [Survivor Shop], they all followed Khalifa's lead. The pretty blonde: new tribe leader of Sorcese, accosted them on their way out of the cave. "The tribes of Sorcese humbly offer our forces to your cause, Ser. We would love to fight with you. Come back for us?"

Cora leaned in to whisper to Aya. "Sounds like she means, come back for me, yeah?"

Rafel walked up to the blond girl, towering over her. In her flawless skin and golden hay hair, he could tell she wasn't born in these mountains. But he wasn't thirsty for her story. However, he could promise her one thing. "I will be back, yes." He turned at the foot of his eight-feet camel. As Khalifa helped his harem to the high litter atop the beast's hump, he said finally to the sweet blonde, "oh, and the rebellion forces thank you for your devotion."

He knew she was watching him from the mouth of that cave until the mountains were a distant peak behind them. Ravenna said to him under her raffia widehat. "If you had said you wanted to wed her then and there, she would've sacrificed her political position for you."

Rafel thought of the blonde chieftain. He shook his head. "I did not come to the Badlands to save every pretty girl."

Corazón drew the veil she hankered off Khalifa tighter around her neck. The air was crisp and hot. If she didn't know any better, she'd say Rafel was being harsh. But no. The Continent was a cruel place. And the Badlands were crueler. You couldn't save every damsel in distress you came across.

Rafel relaxed under his merchant umbrella; the caravan was moving forward slowly. The camels were trying to conserve water on the sands. At the helm of the traveling company, the sorcerer and Druidic Historian, Damnameneus kept the front march. It wasn't only Aya who desired a smooth journey onward.

His hand snug in the inside of Cora's left lap, Rafel glanced to the side at Khalifa astride her cantering ox-giraffe... giraffe-ox? Whatever! He said to her as they moved.

"I'm glad we're making progress with you, Scarred One."

"How so?" She inferred, her brown eyes shifting from the rusty roads ahead.

"You're comfortable enough with us now not to hide your face. It's not a bad face."

"Ohh, really?" She scoffed. And slid her gaze to Cora. "Is this how he compliments you guys?"

They shared small laughs for a moment. "Are you going to tell us about you and Dementa now?" said Rafel.

Khalifa stiffened and turned back forward. She quickly changed the subject. "There!" She pointed into the vast sands, "it's a few clicks northbound to the Jun Prefecture. The cold forest should be right over that plain. It's the only region where it fucking rains or snows in the Badlands."

She raised her voice, hailing the front march. "Oi! Get your shite about you, lads. We're approaching a weather miracle."