Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

'Treason is never one person.' [Pg 6141], A Witch's Guide to Kingdoms, Entry of Damnameneus: High Magus of the Nine Realms, [1st Year] of the House of the Raven.

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Her wings were pure light.

He'd never seen any like it. Anything like it. Wings were supposed to be tangible. Feathers of magical origins, either infernal or celestial, that could be touched by the hand. Angels were known from the days of the Old gods to possess the brightest wings, but never in record of the history books was the mention of a Half-angel with the wings of [lumina].

"My cock is still inside you and I'm already afraid of who you might be." Rafel told Ravenna. He lifted his hands and dared to touch the shootout of gold light at her back. His surprise showed in his amber eyes at the plumes of infrared luminescence. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"It doesn't burn me."

Beside the couple on the queen's bed, fair Corazón still lay tangled with the darker skinned Naamah. The sukky's delicious shape was a lovely splay on Cora's milky and slender body. Aya ran her hand through Cora's hair as the model-esque babe lifted her hand also to caress the luminous wings. It was she who explained what a hypnotized Rafel could not speak:

"Wings like yours—wings birthed of [Lumina] are hazardous to devils." she told Ravenna. "The only creatures of the arcane world opinionated to have possessed raw [Sunfire] as wings are the legendary Phoenix and the god, Amün-Ra.

"None other. Certainly not halflings of the paradise realm, meaning no disrespect," Cora added.

Ravenna took none. She looked from Cora's ocean iris back to Rafel.

"I will never hurt you," she said on top of him. "As for these," her left hand's thumb pointed behind at the fiery sprouts, "I know nothing about them."

"You have always being a weirdo, my little Raven." Rafel moved his hands to her cheek. He caressed her dimple before let it drop. "My little luminary," he said again, in a softer voice.

"Aww! He's so pussy-whipped!" Aya volunteered.

Rafel growled wolfishly. He reached for his [Bond] as the three girls began laughing. "How dare you? Come here, succubus!" She kicked out but he held and pulled her in. He started kissing and tickling her till she screamed she was going to pee on him. "Oh, don't you dare, you fucking slut!" Ravenna shrieked. "—I know you'll love it. I know it. But I ain't getting wet tonight. Not by pee."

"Oh no, you didn't." Aya raised her head. And they all burst into fresh laughter.

Their giggling subsided when one of the guards at the door got brave enough to knock and enquire of his Queen.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, YOUR IMPERIAL MAJESTY?!"

"Are you alright, Your Imperial Majesty." Corazón brought more chortles when she mocked the guards bravado and voice, and made faces.

"Shh! Stop it, you two!" Ravenna had to pull on her short period of sternness before the next bout of laughs to yell she was fine to the doormen. Before she could even finish, Aya was blowing raspberries into her navel, making her nearly scream at the succubus. "You naughty, naughty bitch."

She spasmed with laughter, so much that she felt she was the one who was gonna pee first.

None of them did.

Rafel enjoyed playtime with his harem very much.

He didn't even know he was still hard until Aya mounted him reverse cowgirl and rode him with squats that blew his mind. It always paid off to have one succubus in your harem. All the spice and ass; that was his caramel baddie. Rafel came hard the second time—in her clapping butt cheeks.

And he watched the silvery cum paint the upper slide of her glistening spine. He watched his jizz slide off her delicious brown skin. And saved the image with Peitho forever. Or did she?

He was cooling off and could hear the Opera chasé of the Statesmen partiers no more when he finally surrendered to some shuteye. The castle still had a few guests who were better off staying the night than risking potential DUIs. But the grand halls and baroque courts were silent. In his arms Rafel held the warmth of the fairest in the lands: fair Corazón, luminous Ravenna, and gothic Aya Naamah.

The sound of their hearts beating—knowing they were alive, was his lullaby.

He must've had his demon eyes shut for all of ten seconds before he heard the knocking.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

This time was unlike the first. It was harsher. And impatient.

His eyes flew open.

"What the Hel!"

He tried to concot a [silencer] bubble to keep his sleeping ladies out of it, but was not fast enough. Cora already rolled to her back and was mumbling away something he hoped wasn't a [Caster spell] at the person behind the shaking doors—for the guard's sake. Everyone from here to the Freelands knew it was foolhardy to awaken a [Rank A] witch at such gross time of the night, and with dispelling knocking that just about dragged one out of sleep.

Rafel pulled the sheets over the girls and got up, nearly tripping on a damn cat: one of the royal pets.

"Shit. I almost forgot my girlfriend's Empress of the entire fucking nation now!" Even he didn't know if this was sarcasm or just ire. He was rattled all the way to the doors. "This fucker better have some good fucking excuse."

BAM! BAM! B—

Rafel grabbed the door's ravenhead latch before the third knock could land.

He pulled and the whole thing came off, right off the goddamn hinges.

He'd forgotten his own superstrength for a second.

At the Herculean surprise, the group of guards and helmed soldiers standing at the other end of the doorway fell into shock. Their mouths hung ajar at the red-haired, shirtless giant in front of them with the doors hefted on his one hand.

"YES?" Rafel barked into their silence.

"I-It's news from Flamecrest, my leige." An officer with Lieutenant epaulettes over his shoulder mail stammered. "There's been an assassination. A-A Major of the Dragonrider Covenant." The soldier paused for a moment where the others behind him dropped their heads. "It's Major Midas, my liege. He was murdered in his bed... his head cut off."

The Lieutenant's lips trembled.

Rafel didn't even know anyone else was listening. But then he heard Ravenna spit behind in her formal voice.

"What the fuck?!"

Rafel nodded. His voice was cold steel.

"Get the fastest wheels on ground and wait for us by the [100] colonnades. Give us ten."

The Lieutenant bowed and all the soldiers turned in a smooth backward march and went off stiffly.

Rafel dropped the broken doors and treaded back to bed. He didn't want to be a wanker, but couldn't the assassin have waited till morning. He was with the most pretty women on the planet here, and he had really been looking forward to waking in the center of Aya's big, brown titties.

'Fuck that fucking assassin!' he growled inside.

Reading easily his mind, Ravenna offered him a weak smile. "I would love to lie here in bed with you all, all night, but... I am Queen now." She told them, "you guys don't have to come."

"Like hell we do." Cora was already pushing on her boots.

Rafel didn't bother to bother with picking up his discarded tunic. With a single telepathic command, Peitho dressed him up in Florentine onyx bucks, a silvered silk turtleneck, and a frayed cotton, high-collar trenchcoat. Watching Cora, Aya, and Rafel go about her business like it was theirs, Ravenna was tempted to tell them she loved Rafel right there and then. One look at the bashed doors and she laughed it away.

Exactly ten minutes later, Rafel and his gorgeous harem descended in a floating cloud of shadow upon the motorcade of bluish [shuttle wagons] camped out on the castle's vast frontyard. He counted seven. His [Umbrage] nimbus dissipated after their boots touched the mow.

They walked to the first one with the uniformed officer holding open the door.

It was earliest morning. The wintry air was very inviting of slumber. Both their chauffeur and every other person awake and part of the convoy was military. The assassination of a Major was strictly top-level royal business. No small affair. No small vendetta. And no small killer neither.

The seven-car convoy of [shuttle wagons] levitated into the air at height of the castle's tallest spire and purred, floating away in a line. It was faster than the horse-drawn buggies. Inside the shuttle, their chauffeur: a young cadet of the Fort, pulled the curtains just little enough to whisper: "ETA to the pavilions of Flamecrest is fifteen minutes, Your Majesty."

At Ravenna's nod, he shut it immediately.

The soldiers of Titans Landing were well-versed in the concept of protocol.

The Queen was once again in privacy with her hot gang. The only other person in the back with them was a long-legged Informant of the [Clandestine Supernatural Agency], known simply as the C.S.A. The girl was also uniformed in her military stripes. Red and blue colors of the Titans Landing arms.

She introduced herself to Ravenna, Rafel, Corazón, and Aya, trying not to show her utter excitement at being in the presence of the kingdom's greatest hit, and rather got to explaining the scenario to meet with them when they landed;

"Your Imperial Majesty, my Lord, Ladies; I am Moira, [Rank Eaglet] with the C.S.A..."