Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

THE NEXT WEEK resumed studies for all [First Years] with warlock practice at the academy's Guild. All four factions of the school of witchy made their way in to the mess hall in karate Gis matching the colors of their various Arcs.

The vast training center was soon filled the sounds of students chattering, voices overlapping in many degrees about who or what party rocked the most during the weekend. A particular group of geeks lazied about the rear end, staying away from the circular rugs for ninja training as if a wyvern nested there.

And a bald boy, in glasses too huge for his pudgy face; apparently the leader of the dork gang, hung around the bosomy statue of a [Rank C] lady knight.

He petted the incline of her long sword with the arm people could see, and with the other—which they could not, he secretly felt along the alabaster swells of her stone tits.

Everyone else was too engrossed in their own dialogues to notice this weirdo.

The boy spoke to his buxom sculpt. "You must have been quite the woman, Ser Catharyn, if even if your death you look so gorgeous. Perhaps if everyone leaves, we can have time to ourselves and I can polish the dust off of you."

The boy abruptly removed his hand from clutching the stone knight's chest when the warlock practice teacher, Coach Tanaka came forth. She clapped her hands. "Gather round, runts! I trust you all had an eventful weekend. Seeing all the litter around Sigma House on my way here, I know you did."

"Hear! Hear!" some bawdy boys of the Raven Arc cheered. Their black Gis made them seem appear like Reapers against the whiteness of the Guild.

"—moving on," Coach Tanaka eyed them, "I'm pleased to announce that Master D'shenko is out of the clinic. . ."

Everyone turned to the direction of a certain flame-haired demon at this. He was the lone wolf at the corner, flanked at all sides by multiple girls. Rafel met the gazes studying him in equal strides. Today, he wore black; repping the Raven Arc. As Dr. Shetty had told him, the school board had given him the green light to participate in both factions which he manifested.

He was like a shadow in his midnight Gi, arms crossed and gold eyes not giving a fuck. The swarm of lush babes around him; staring up at him, made him all the more fetching.

Coach Tanaka gritted her teeth at him.

'What's her deal anyway?' Rafel wondered. 'It isn't like D'shenko is her son?'

Olivar walked out the back of the hall at that moment. Students gasped and clutched to one another. He was in his perfect gold Gi of the Griffin Arc, but he had a brace around his torso and neck.

Rafel wasn't sorry.

Olivar D'shenko seemed to meet Rafel's eyes for the span of a second, and many could swear they saw him tip his head in a small bow. Olivar was also a [Wild Shape], and it was in the nature of Beta Shifters to render due honor to higher lupines by lowering their muzzles to the ground.

Coach Tanaka Hanzo raised her voice in the Guild and barked out the orders for the day. She marched between the lines, military style.

"RUNTS! Listen up. This ain't no lordly manor nor fairy castle. This is warlock practice. And I'm gonna breed you all into shape. By Ares' loins, I would!

D'shenko! You are on supervisor duty for today. You are to watch only, make sure they engage and are doing shit right. The rest of ye, spread out in groups of twos and threes. Try to fell your partner or partners. The objective is to confuse and incapacitate.

I want to see submissions and tap-outs. No weak ass shit!

If your partner's a pussy, that's fine. Use it to your advantage. Any use of magic is minus three points in my class. Do not be afraid to get down dirty. If you have a hard-on, work though it. I want his session to far raunchier than ballet if it needs to be, as long as you learn something.

And as long as no pants come down, we'll all be fine."

The boys laughed. The girls blushed. Their coach had no qualms about swearing in front of her students. Her stern modus operandi washed off the cussing.

"Alright! Hop to it, runts!" Coach Tanaka blew hard on her whistle.

PEEEEE!

The [First Years] separated into duos, each making for an individual rug where they began to square off and grapple, under Coach Hanzo's watchful eye.

Rafel's group was a threesome. His sparring partners were Aya and some girl he recognized from the student papers as the heiress of a Grand Duchy. Mikhail and Rosamunde were hard at it on another rug few feet away from him. Rafel tried his best to act weak and go easy on the girls; he really did.

But he was still a [Rank A] deified demon; and though showing eighteen mortal years, he could not hope to hide his strength [Supernatural].

At one point, he thought of just falling on his back and letting the girls climb on top of him and stake their victory.

The heiress was all over him. He held Aya down with one hand, commanding, "Stop squirming, Naamah. My briefs are not tight enough."

The succubus in the sapphire blue Gi of her [Pegasus Arc] got his meaning and chuckled. It didn't stop her from shaking her rump into Rafel's groin. He fell on top of her, shielding his poker in the rise of her butt. Rafel looked around. By hell, he wasn't the only one with a hot rider. Some guy was literally riding his partner.

The suppliant girl hid her face in the rug; a full red, blushing at the dry humping. Coach Tanaka had to eventually drag the boy away by his red ears. She gave the girl another partner and sent the boy to cool off. Rafel grinned callously. 'Like dude! Better go jerk one off.'

"Naamah!" Rafel warned the hot girl still wriggling under him. She giggled more.

Their other partner, the hieress, finally spotted this. And she eagerly jumped into the fray.

Rafel was now battling two very warm, soft female bodies. Both of which had all the intention of letting him win and dominate them. Rafel shackled them under his body and caged their wrists, hoping Coach Tanaka would notice quickly and separate them into other groups.

Aya was still pushing up with her butt into him when a sudden rumbling filled the Guild. It was a seismic rumble that rattled the vast training hall; the sconces with fake flames on the walls shivered.

Everyone halted on the individual rugs, mid-grope.

It seemed to stop for a while, but the ground began to shake more violently.

"What the hell!" Mikhail stumbled in his corner. He grabbed Rosa for stamina and they both went crashing down.

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Coach Tanaka had already nocked her knees to combat the rumbling, and when the next quake hit and all students went down to their faces, she grabbed for a lodestone to steady herself. The very earth seemed to dip and slide. Rafel, Aya, and the heiress were lucky they were already down.

The vibrations in the Guild grew and grew and eventually, the space in the center of the mess hall burst up in a spray of stone and marble. A surge of dirty brown water spurted out with the explosion, dousing the [First Years] and a gaping Coach Tanaka in the dark liquid.

It poured out like a fountain, and it smelled so bad.

The pungent odor had the students clutching to their noses. Everyone was flat on the floor. Even the lodestone couldn't hold Coach Tanaka steady on the floor. Out of the leaking hole and spray of dirty liquid ascended a creature covered bodily in the filth. It was long and rounded, and had scales.

And it seemed to love the odoriferous stench.

It's fat black tail whipped first, and a semi-hard sludge hit Coach Tanaka straight in the face. It looked and smelled like turd.

"Holy shit!" Mikhail gasped.

"Nah, man," another boy assented, "that's just shit."

The creature screeched, slithering fully out the hole to roll on the wet Guild floors. Apparently, one of the great, underground sewer pipes had burst open. Seemed like this creature's habitat too. At first, Rafel was thinking it was probably a mutated mole from all the magic leaks in the Academy, but then the creature fully cleared out from the crater in the floor.

More sewer madness accompanied it. The hieress, still under Rafel put her sleeves to her nose and mouth.

The sewer monster was fifteen feet long and big as the pipe it had just burst out from. It probably outgrew its stinky habitat.

"BASILISK! It's a basilisk," someone yelled.

Rafel agreed. The ten inch fangs protruding out the scaled serpent's jaws were in order. Basilisks were not the biggest of serpents, but they combined the feral rage of a viper and cobra.

"Take cover, runts!" Coach Tanaka wiped the shit off her face with a hand.

Everyone dived for arches and exits. The basilisk leveled intent green eyes on the students. And that bald, pudgy boy from earlier; the geek who had been romancing the stone knight, forgot himself and leaned on the statue. Good 'ol Ser Catharyn came crashing down. He had drawn attention to himself on fear.

The basilisk lunged for him. As per Guild rules, the boy could do no magic.

Rafel watched open-mouthed with the rest of the stricken hall as the great serpent swallowed the boy whole, gobbling him up from his shaven head until his blue Gi and ankles were vanishing down the basilisk's throat.

"No fucking way! You smelly snake!" Rafel thundered.

He jumped to his feet and ran for the basilisk, grabbing it by the fat, swallowing throat.