Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 49: On Winter's Night [18+]

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[? Something Real – Post Malone.]

IT HAD BEGUN TO SNOW AGAIN AT DUSK. Rafel gathered himself and his curvaceous succubus vassal to his tent and shut the flaps to keep out the cold wind.

Supper had been eventful. Their little company of witches and warriors had settled to a fine dinner of his delicious soup, steak on the side, and the pressed virgin wine of the grapes. Rafel could still taste the untainted pleasure of the purple liqueur as he settled himself by a corner of the large tent made into a sleeping area.

It was like the snow had been waiting on them to finish their dinner, because as soon as Giselle lowered her licked plate to the pile, it began trickling down from the night sky as a drizzle.

Northern lights dazzled as gray and lilac spectrums above. Out of the four tents in the small camp, Giselle took one with her Lieutenant. Yemaya and the others had one. Rafel, a canopy to himself. And Cora and Aya Naamah were to share the last one—but somehow the beautiful dark-haired girl found herself taken by the hand into her Lord Master's clave.

She didn't object. Not one bit.

Cora would have to sleep alone tonight.

"Goodnight, babe!" Cora had waggled her eyebrows meaningfully at her, grinning in the twilight.

Aya had tried not to blush too much.

She lay first on the spread bedding. It was thick in quilts and even softer than a mattress. A hammock floated on the opposite corner of the tent, a glowing orb of rare gold [Magic Lamp] granting sweet candlelight to the interior, and whenever the wind whistled higher, Aya felt the urge to pull under the blankets and snuggle into the bedding.

Rafel had purchased a dozen of the lamps for the entire camp from the Arcane Shop at a fresh price of 1 100 [Soul Coins].

At the moment, Aya watched the handsome stature of her Lord Master zip up the tent flaps, locking them in. He turned around. The lamp cast his giant shadow over the side. Aya was on her side on the thick quilts. She patted the side, the empty space beside her.

"Come to me, Master," she implored him.

Even if Rafel wanted to take the hammock, her sexy violet eyes would not let him. Quietly, he padded across the warm tent to her. Rafel dropped to his knees and lay beside her on his back. Aya put her hand into his red hair, loosened the mane and caressed the gilded strands in her lovely fingers.

"It's been a while since we had time to ourselves, Naamah," he said. "As much as I love battle and conquest, these feeble mortals sorely remind me of life worth living. And it doesn't help that we lost a few good men in the vale."

"Then let me make it up to you, My Lord."

At Aya's soft entreating, Rafel turned to peer up at her. He was on his back and she leaned from his left above him. Her pink lips were full and her fair skin was rich and supple. Her hands stopped moving in his hair and she sat up a bit.

She moved those hands to her succulent body. She cupped her firm, generous breasts, shaking them slightly in Rafel's face. Reflexively, he licked at his lips. Aya's nail were painted a violet blush, matching her eyes. She raised one hand behind to the tied straps at her nape, keeping up her black cashmere shirt. She pulled at a single string and the ropes loosened.

She gently pulled down the shirt and her bosom spilled into the saintly light of the lamps.

Rafel growled in the tent.

His slave was beautiful everywhere. Her boobs were shaped for a man's touch. His touch. Her body was sensuous and ripe. She was soft and alluring. Her breasts were twin peaks on her chest, large and supple.

Her areolas were wonderful pink and her nipples a touch paler.

How he would love to manhandle her?

He gave another appreciative growl in the back of his throat and Aya bit softly on her bottome lip. His cock raged to the challenge. She beckoned him to suck with her supernatural violet eyes. In the warm glow of the tent, the snow whispering outside, Aya grasped herself and offered to him her breasts.

She leaned over on his face, pressing them together and submerging his nose in the scent of her cleavage.

"Suckle, my Lord. Take your reward."

Rafel kissed her swollen nipples first. She gasped and squeezed her boobs.

"Ohh, Master. I want your tongue. Bite on it."

Rafel pulled one topped nipple into his mouth, sucking wetly and drawing back. Her pink flesh popped out his mouth. Aya groaned to keep back her desire to smother him. She had fallen completely over Rafel now. His whole face was in her cleavage. She panted above him, slapping her boobs over his lips.

Rafel took her fair neck in his grip. She bent back for him and he licked wide across her boobs. Her breasts were large and heavy now. He could smell the sex on her. She was getting primed up. He lapped up both nipples and Aya quivered on top of him.

A trail of slobber connected his lips to her tip as he leaned back to stare at her big breasts.

"Fuck." Aya rasped at the wet contact. She shook her breasts in his face.

Rafel softly smacked her cheek.

"You have such nice titties, slave! Fat and milky."

Aya couldn't help herself and went on her knees beside Rafel. It put out more of her ample flesh on display. Her fat, shapely ass went shooting out right behind her. Rafel leaned up an inch to grab at her huge bottom. He smacked her with a fleshy thwack and sucked her back into his mouth. He rolled her nipple with his tongue and Aya's back caved as she arched above him.

"Oh fuck, Master! Fuck yes, Master. Suck those tits. Mhmm, just like that. Shit! Oh fuck yes.

I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna fucking make it up to you. You want some milk? I can conjure up milk so you suck—"

The zipper on the tent flaps abruptly droned down.

Aya Naamah froze over Rafel.

They both watched in flushed states of passion as the intruder pulled in, in a mild burst of snow. This person quickly leaned back to zip up the tent. In the bent posture, a distinctly feminine figure was revealed. This woman's ass was round and pert.

The intruder turned and golden eyes shimmered out brighter than the [Magic Lamp].

"Y–Your Majesty?" Aya croaked.

[? Maniac – Sound Of Legend.]

"Don't stop on my account." Giselle ordered.

Aya lifted up slowly from Rafel. He sat up to stare at the fey Queen. Aya tried to pull up her shirt over her naked boobs. Giselle sent her a look.

"What did I just say, succubus. Don't you fucking dare! Leave those tits out. I just want to have a few words with your Master. You have a lovely body. It's a nice distraction.

Don't let me repeat myself!"

Aya, who was a goner for a true dominant partner, be it male or female, flipped back her long dark hair and rested back on her calves, kneeling in a compliant pose. Her violet eyes blinked warmly and her breasts swayed deliciously in the golden light of the tent.

It took a great effort for Rafel to turn his gaze to Giselle.

"What do you want?"

He was curt.

Giselle strode to stand above him. Her sleeping robes did nothing to hide her figure. Rafel could see up to her legs and pale thighs. The hot, annoyed Queen was fuming.

"Why didn't you tell me you had gotten married? And to fucking Yemaya?"

Rafel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Here we go."

"Yes! Here we fuckin' go!" Giselle didn't let up. "The war is over. So is your lame excuse to evade a conversation. Talk to me, Israfel. Why?

I thought you didn't like rings and attachment. If you just wanted a union with a Queen, you could have come to me. You could've—"

"I COULD'VE NOTHING, GISELLE!" Rafel said.

His dark voice was so quiet, but it still made the women shiver. Rafel was coldest when his tone dipped. Shadows danced over the lamp, starting to creep across the carpeted floors of the tent to him. He stood to his great height. He dwarfed the fey Queen. His warm infernal pupils peered into Giselle's with understanding.

"It was a marriage of convenience, and she sprang it up on me. I didn't want a Queen then and I don't wife now either. It was a favor to her. Yemaya only brought it up because she knows how much it riles you. AND GISELLE...NEVER SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY AGAIN."

Giselle stepped up to him.

"Or what?"

Rafel was very, very surprised. Actually stunned. He loved the Queen's fire—and crazy above every thing else about her. She knew he did. And Rafel was not now imagining her thigh stroking softly the massive curve poking his crotch. She was daring him.

In the lampshade, her soft Fae beauty was revealed underneath her kimono.

Giselle reached up more. She lifted up on her tiptoes, and still came up only to his broad chest.

"Or what, Your Grace? What are you going to do, huh?" She poked him. "I am Regent from here to the Cold Sea. I am Queen of the greatest Empire in the continent—"

"And you're a fucking slut!" Rafel finished blandly.

Giselle executed a perfect doubletake.

"EXCUSE ME!" Her lips puckered. "Say that again, I dare you?! SAY IT, YOU FUCKIN' DEMON!"

WHACK. . .

Rafel slapped her across the face.

It was a playful smack—otherwise Giselle would be flying out the tent—and her head only turned the other way. The fey Queen slowly turned back. Her gold iris was full of rich, brimming Fae flames.

"You motherfucker!" She gritted.

Rafel smirked. "I thought I was a demon."

"You dare raise a hand to your Queen?"

"Uh, My Queen turns out to be a whiny, little slut. Anyone ever tell what a sexpot you are? You are so fucking hot when you're angry. Now, tell me QUEEN... what's the real reason you barged into my tent this cold night?

Is it to really scream at me, or you just want some dick?"

Giselle put her face close to his and breathed in his face.

"FUCK. YOU."

"I thought as much."

"That's not what I meant and you fucking know it!" She was pushing at Rafel's chest. He didn't even flinch. He just absorbed all her punches and comical rage. ". . .I hate you!

I hate that you got married. I hate—"

Rafel cut out her next words in a drowning kiss. He grabbed the back of her next. It was a hard kiss. It was angry. Fierce. Full of repressed fire.

Giselle found her lips parting. She moaned slightly before catching herself and wrenching her mouth away.

"You slapped me!"

"And it made you wet." Rafel returned.

"Fuck you!" Giselle spun around to walk out.

But Rafel grabbed at her wrist and dragged her flush into his warm body. He was big and totally male. Their heated argument was quickly spinning into heated 'something else'. Rafel kissed her again, and this time Giselle was powerless to stop herself from giving in. She met his lips with equal passion. Their tongues tangled.

It was a fury of clashing mouths. A frenzy. Raw need churned on display. It was full of saliva and dirty. Rafel claimed her mouth and Giselle parted wide her lips for him to possess her.

She was still angry. But she channelled it into the passion of their kiss.

Rafel clutched to her blond hair and ravaged her breathless. Giselle grappled with his shirt. She was shivering in his arms. When his rough lips skittered to her neck, Giselle thought she might pass out from wanting too much. She panted and licked feverishly at Rafel's jaw. The corner of his lips.

His five o'clock shadow. She kissed every inch of his golden skin her lips met.

She was an extremely aroused female.

Fury and horniness were a hot mix. It made an irate whore of her. . .