Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 145: Pissy Pussy [18+]

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[? SIP IT – Iggy Azalea ft. Tyga.]

Under the maroon accents of his dorm chambers, Rafel surrendered Aya to a nice sleep. He drew the sheets over her, having just fed her with his blood. She'd had a mild concussion after the incident with the Hyde at the restaurant. Rafel watched her a while, before softly shutting the curtains and dipping out.

He moved to let her rest it out, while his pure demon blood worked its healing magic inside of her.

Clad in running shorts and a swamping black tank, Rafel made his way to Brightburn Hall; a particular lush snow-blonde was on his mind. It was yet an hour till complete nightfall, and he knew a game would be on. Rafel took the shortcuts through to the Hall, hopping a fifteen-foot chain link fence more than once.

He met the game at half time.

Rafel noticed Cora immediately. His snow blonde.

With a face and body like that, she was impossible to miss. He played for the opposite team on the basketball courts, noticing she avoided eye—and body—contact with him; just before he would accost her when she was with the ball, Cora would toss it to another teammate of hers. All to avoid him.

After the game, Rafel approached. Spotting him closing in, Cora ended her small talk with the winning team: her team, and started away. Rafel jogged the splashy linoleum floors to catch up with her. "Hey, Corazón, what's going on? You've been giving me the cold shoulder. Cora?"

The gorgeous tomboy whirled around. "Seriously, Israfel?" Cora rolled her eyes. "My girlfriend had to wear a neck brace for a week 'cuz of what you did to her."

Oh, Skyla.

Before Rafel could offer any defense for himself, Cora disappeared through the bleachers and out into the long corridors. Rafel stood alone for a bit. It was cold out; night had fallen fully, the windows glass heralded a sleepy darkness outside, and he proposed to take a hot shower before heading back to his dorm.

Rafel headed to the boys locker room.

He was bent over a porcelain cusp, splashing water on his face when he saw Cora walk in, in the mirror overhead. Their eyes' met. Before he could speak, she raised her hand to stop him. "Don't even! I'm only here because the girls bathroom is brim full. I dislike chatter when I'm in the shower.

I thought no one would be here. Boys tend to head on sweaty to their dorms after the game. I'll just use the restroom and head on out."

Rafel nodded. "Sure. If you wanna pee, you can. . .pee."

He cleared his throat awkwardly—it was always this way with him and Cora. The marine-eyed lesbian narrowed her eyes on him. She turned for the third stall on the row.

Rafel started, "Hey. I just want to say I'm s—"

Cora slammed the door in his face.

"Yep. I deserve that." Rafel talked through the plastic. "I just want to say I'm sorry about Skyla. I was in Dire mode. I couldn't control it—"

"Quit talking, Israfel. I'm trying to pee here!" Cora's sultry voice admonished.

Rafel fell silent. And three seconds later, he heard the trickling sound. Rafel went breathless. He looked around; the bathroom was empty. 'Don't do it.' he berated his mind. But it wouldn't listen.

Rafel stepped closer and glued his body to the door, listening in with his ear on the surface.

The sound of any other female urinating would not appeal to him, but when it was Cora. . .

'Lord Almighty!' Rafel felt his dick spear the door.

He listened to the sound the soft falls of her urine made with the toilet bowl.

SSSIS. SISSS. SSSIS...

He imagined her warm essence, rushing out her womanhood: her perfect rose slit—

"I can see your legs, you know," Cora's voice hit him.

Sudden lust took Rafel beyond morality and respect for boundary. He put his hand on the knob and tore through the door. It screeched shut behind him. He stood before Cora, towering over her form as she sat with her blue trainer shorts and black thong at her ankles. The stall was well wide enough for the both of them.

For a second, neither of them said a single word.

Cora's riparian pupils went large. Her mouth dropped open to an unbelievable 'O'.

"What the fuck, man! What are you doing? Get out!" She yelled.

Rafel's hands were shaking. He had never felt so turned on in that moment. "I'm sorry, Cora. I can't help it. I have to taste you."

With a growl, he dropped down to his knees in front of her legs and the toilet seat. He grabbed her long legs, gripping her lush milk-white thighs and pushing them apart. His head dived for the middle of her legs: her hot, wet center.

"Wait! Rafel! What are you doing?"

Cora tried to shoot up the toilet seat.

Rafel slammed her down.

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"Oh god!" She covered a hand over her mouth, sliding it up to her face and hair when he began to eat her out.

Rafel lashed her with his tongue. He licked her cunt and lapped up the wetness and salty juiciness of her pussy. Her time in the courts had left Cora lewdly moist between the legs. Rafel dissolved into that warm, womanlg scent, tasting her labia and finding her still liquid from pissing.

His big hands grabbed her tiny waist as he dived deeper for her wanton smell, rolling his face all up in her dewy curls.

Rafel loved himself a real woman; and the triangle of dark platinum curls Cora was spotting made her exactly so.

He inhaled deeply in her trimmed bush, eating her out with so much fervor and intent.

She smelled of salt and woman. Her pussy was warm and divine, her inner thighs oiled by perspiration of running around all evening. Rafel had frankly smelled nothing more perverse. He wanted to sink into her and never rise again.

Cora's legs were shaking. "Oh god. Ohh!" She bit a finger. She did not know when the moans started, but they were coming. Rafel flicked her clit with his tongue and pinched it with his fingers. He pushed the two fat fingers in and Cora let out a long, needy whimper.

His fingers came out coated in urine and moist woman.

She tasted better than vanilla.

Cora grabbed hold of his hand before he could lick her off of it; she instead brought those same fingers to her lips and sucked fiercely. "I want to taste my pussy too." Rafel, charged by her admission moved to go down on her again. Cora gripped his strong shoulders. "Wait," she leaned down to pull off her damn restricting shorts and panties. She tossed them.

"Now, lick!"

The command in her cute voice stirred Rafel to a monster size. Cora wrapped her long legs around his shoulders, her feet on his strong back, her luscious thighs clamped around his head. She began to ride his face in earnest, coating the sweet juices of her wet pussy all over his face.

"Ohh fuck." Her ocean eyes pinned him below her in lusty radiance. "Look how you made this pussy wet. You lick me so good. I know you want this cunt. Yes! Take this fucking slimy cunt.

I'll get that smell all over your face. Ohh god yes. Fuck. Smell that fucking pussy. Taste it! Lick it!

Fucking faceplant in it."

Cora had begun to jerk against his face. Her hands grasped hard to his red hair and she locked her thighs around his head like a wrestler's.

"—I know you were watching me throughout the game. . .wanting me? I know it. You like having me all sweaty and fired up. You want it.

I want it to, Israfel. I want it bad. This fair pussy is yours, all day long. This fuckin' slit? Come on, taste it. Get your nose all up in there.

God, you are so fucking hot."

Rafel gave a guttural sound, muffled up in her sweet pie. She was velvet and silky. He was thirsty as a starved deer. He was.

Cora was still talking dirty.

"You want this fucking pussy, oh yeah? Take it! Take this fucking sweaty, dirty pussy. Ohh godd! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over your beautiful face, Israfel.

Tell me to come for you. Tell me, Israfel, please."

Rafel raised his head—just a smidge, from the heat and hollow of delicious female.

"Come for me, beautiful Corazón."

Cora grabbed to the toilet bowl, shut her eyes, and climaxed so hard she nearly broke apart the porcelain. She was jumping all over Rafel's face. He too had his cock out, pumping himself hard under her. Cora drew back an inch to release a stream of warm fluid all over his face. She rubbed her clit, squirting and squirting, orgasming so beautifully, her cries subdued by Rafel's fingers in her mouth.

She sucked them while he imagined the same pressure of her lips on his cock.

Cora drew him up abrupty.

"Feed me your cock!"

Rafel was hesitant, and she grabbed his thigh. He pulled back just as her tongue would touch him. The pink toweled his huge bulb and Cora hissed in delight. "Fuck." She grabbed to his ass and dragged him in. Spreading her legs to accept him, she swallowed him deep down into her throat.

On the first suck, Rafel unleashed his seed like a waterfall.

It crashed like rapids into her gullet. Her mouth was so tight and hot: a channel of manic lust, and her lips a sensous bow around the velvet skin of his dick. Cora gulped thrice to swallow all he gave, all the while pumping her mouth hard and fast over his nosh.

SLURP.

SLURP.

SLURP.

Rafel's hand slammed the stall. And when he thought he just might faint from cumming so hard and fast, Cora released him.

POP!

His thick shaft slid out her plush lips, slanting like a fat python down his chiseled abs.

Cora suddenly pushed him away from her. He hit the left wall of the stall as she rose off the toilet seat and grabbed her discarded undies.

"We really need to stop doing this," she said. And then she was out the door, leaving Rafel with drained balls, collapsed in a squat, and the most satisfied smile of a totally fulfilled demon male.

'We really need to stop doing this,' he replayed Cora's words.

Huh? Fuck that!