Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#hardcore #butch #lesbianlust #ghostgirl #inked]

"Oh, by the Martyr! Fuck me." Hosanna fell forward, covering her face with both palms. She was still shaking in the aftermath of her near destructive climax. Laughter swelled inside her, bubbling out as she collapsed on top of Israfel. Still, she put her hands over her red face, streaming hot tears.

Under her, his large lupine body glistened in her sweat, golden in candlelight. She was totally nude. He was not. Only his trousers were down. His semi-hard cock balanced fat and parabolic, jerking every now and then as he leaked more cum to the cleft of her buttcheeks.

Hosanna felt the heat of his long member stroke her asshole. She began to want again. She totally surprised herself when her pussy clenched, right over his sleeping girth; the greedy little hole.

She smelled him thickly in the room. This big, big man. Just by fucking her he had answered fifty percent of all her questions. Now she got why he had three hot-as-fuck women following him about: he was huge. He was a lion. He gave and gave, and gave. And she was still laughing.

"Hosanna?" She heard his voice. Deep as umber.

Rafel tried to pry her hands from off her face as she sat in his lap, but she would not drop them. She kept giggling.

"Is she alright?" Cora pried. "Love?"

Hosanna finally pulled away her hands, her face on fire. "I'm sorry. Gods, I'm sorry. I-I just... that was so fucking good. Like I'm gonna need more of that good! Is it always this good?"

The others in the opal-decorated glass suite with Hosanna: Israfel, Ravenna, Aya Naamah, and Cora, finally understood the reason for her shyness; they all smiled with her. Her blush was something to behold. It endeared Rafel's concubines to the little desert princess.

"Ah," Cora said, "...you mean your mind numbing orgasm. Sadly, it doesn't happen this way often. In fact, seldom as good for the females. Our Lord is special. He gives to us selflessly. He is patient with our bodies." She raised a hand and curled her trim nails in the showing abs of Rafel. She grinned, still on her knees before him.

"You're lucky, love. Your first was the Apollyon of Hel. The god-prince of the Underworld." Aya added in her signature quiet voice.

"Lest you forget, Hero of Skyfall too." Hosanna let on, and they all shared a minute of laughter.

Tap! Tap!

Juices of her pussy dripped onto Rafel's slithered shaft. Hosanna looked down and blushed anew. Her palms were already up and going for her face when Rafel caught them. "You need not hide your passion, or pleasure, little one. Not with us." The desert princess lost herself into the sunny depths of his eyes a moment. Then she grinned. "Okay."

"Okay." Israfel's smile back at her was just perfect. "So, you good?"

He petted her lean thighs. It took Hosanna a sec to comprehend. When she did, she guffawed.

"What?!"

Was he really asking if she was satisfied with one orgasm? 'It had been one, but felt like ten. In her short experience, no one should come that hard twice in the space of ten minutes.' So she told him.

"Er, I mean, I'll need a moment. But," she added strongly: "I definitely want more."

And his smile was wicked this time. "We have all night, little Hosanna."

Her long thin legs wobbled as he lifted her, easily lowering her to the bed. She crawled up to the antique headboard and watched with silent tea eyes; the lust still stoked in there.

Rafel felt a soft pair of hands on him and turned again forward on the edge of the massive bed.

"Corazón." he whispered.

She was so beautiful in the moonlight. The glass walls of the room enchanted the sparkle of her hair: a fade, nearly down to her scalp. This girl normally liked to fuck other girls. But since he'd [Netori] her girlfriend at the Academy, she belonged to him. And he alone. For fucking ever.

He watched, and let her trace his broad chest with her vibrant blue-painted nails. He loved the little scratches.

She pushed off his shirt from his shoulders and exposed his long, golden body. He sat shirtless, his pants at his ankles. She didn't touch those. Cora knew Rafel was watching her. She loved knowing his intense eyes roved her. He warmed her skin. He turned her on madly, just with his wicked amber.

Mwah.

She kissed one solid ab. Then went to the next. She kissed her way up, toying with him. By the time her hot pink lips poised over his right nipple, Rafel was cock-hard. His penis was ever huger—and looked meaner. The veins bulged and looked ready to conquer. Cora closed her mouth over his chest.

Rafel sucked in a sharp breath.

"You tease, witch. Dost thou not know of whom you incite with your wantonness?"

Cora rolled her velvet tongue over his nipple and licked at his smooth skin. He was her god. He was her Earl, before her death. At her resurrection, he became her forever.

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Cora decided to play along with his adoption of medieval dialect. She nibbled up his neck and paused, poised over his lips.

"Yes I tease, m'lord. What shalt ye do about it, huh! Make me your whore?"

Smack! Rafel slapped her across the face.

"Silence! Thou perverted witch!"

On a near sofa, Ravenna moaned a hitched, "Oh god yes." Clearly, she was loving the turn to BDSM.

Her fair legs were up. She held them with one arm. With the other, she pumped the upend of a perfume bottle in and out of a slit so creamy and perfect. She was pink and gleaming. Her folds ran a cute snatch. Softbrown, like her hair. Rafel met her eyes for a glance; the look in the jade depths sent him back eagerly, to the business of punishing his goth Blondie for her seductions.

He grated, engaging fully the roleplay, "—I have heard of thy filthy longings, witch. That thou dost desire thine own gender."

"Not desire, m'lord. I have lain with women. What? Wanna see me eat pussy?"

Smack!

Rafel slapped her again. Harder.

The [Lustfyre Rune]: a lynx spider tattoo on Cora's left hip glowed bright in bluish light. She was so fucking turned-on. Her ink showed to reckon her high state of arousal.

Cora didn't stop. "I love cock. I love cunt—"

SMACK! Rafel backhanded her.

She gasped sharply, and she dove down for his cock. She could hold back no more. "Please, I want this dick," she begged. Rafel swallowed hard as she took him into her mouth. She was fervent in milking him. She used her hands. Her lips. She was crazy beautiful. Her hair was short. Rafel had nothing to grip onto to halt her possessive hunger.

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!

Her head went down deep, came up soft, sucked hard. Rafel was in a place beyond heaven.

GLUG! GLUG!

"Cora, my God! Stop. You're gonna fucking kill me. I'm gonna nut too soon."

"Then do it." She raised her head and pinned him with her ocean eyes. Her both hands worked his fat penis, pumping. She spat, then licked his bulb. Rafel's head fell back. He was very, very close. He knew this. But he also was no stingy lover. And he liked Cora too much to deny her an orgasm if he could.

More importantly, he wanted to jizz in her pussy.

Give her a creampie for that beautiful mouth on her.

So he abruptly slapped her hands away. "Enough with your devilry, you sinful dyke. I shalt give you a proper pegging. Show you how a real man does a woman!"

He jammed to his feet and pushed Cora on the floors—actually a luxury Chaldean rug. He pressed and held her down. She knelt forward, her arm straight forward and splayed. He bent behind her in a crouch and grabbed his cock.

"THIS IS A REAL MAN!"

He pushed inside of her sex.

"Oh fuck." they both breathed together. Cora was freaky wet.

"THIS IS THE REAL MAN!!" Rafel growled harder.

His booms quaked the room's glass. His grunts fueled their passion. Cora bent her body as far as her spine would allow. She loved the clapping sounds of sex he made pounding her ass as he hit it from the back. Her right hand dived down and found her clit. She rubbed hard the electric bundle of nerves. Her moans were harsh as it was excited:

"Yes, m'lord. Take me. Take my lesbian pussy. I have never desired any man. . .until you. You have converted this hardcore, goth dyke. The way you fuck, I'm in love. I'm in love with your hard, fat cock. I'll let you take me whenever."

PAH! PAH!

"Yes! Fuck yeah! Fuck this lezzie good."

Thwack!

Rafel landed a great palm on her asscheek.

"Fuck yes, spank me! Use this pussy. Fuck."

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Cora began to convulse and he knew she was close. He already had her started. As if reading the mind of her [Sire] from their [psyche bridge], Aya pulled up close, crawling to Corazón. She turned on all fours, situating her big buttocks right in Cora's face.

Naamah's voice was sin-caked.

"You want pussy? There's some fucking pussy for you. Ass too while you're at it. Eat it, YOU FUCKING BUTCH!"

She dragged Cora's face into her crack. Her fair skin was a wonder. Cora sank into her holes, greedily slurping.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You fucking lesbo?"

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

Rafel's voice came hot and heavy behind; he was pounding ruthlessly. Cora had creamed him to the balls.

"Oh, too much, is it? Dyke? Cock and pussy?" Aya jammed Cora's head deeper into her clapping globes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

That did it!

"Ohhhh godddd yessss!!!"

Cora rent the whole room with a climaxing wail. Her orgasm quaked through her with as much ferocity as Hosanna.

PAH!

Rafel fired inside her one last time, emptying in her hot core all he had. He smacked her ass. "Filthy dyke." And he pulled out, still leaking. Cora's slit poured his spunk, spasming the hot semen out. She collapsed to the ground without his hard hands to keep her up. Aya let her sniff her butt a few more seconds before letting her free. Corazón was left catching her breath in puddles of demon and succubus ejaculate.

She had the taste of Israfel in her mouth and her cunt. As she lay there, the others all watched her body flicker and go translucent. Aya tried to touch her, pet her; her hand went right through.

"Shit, m'lord." The voluptuous succubus observed. "I think we just fucked her to [Revenant State]."