Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

• FOUR HOURS LATER, THE EMPYREAN PALACE OF HOUSE RAVEN

"Don't you think he's had enough?" A tiny voice whispered in swelling darkness.

"Not nearly, I'm just getting started," came the swift, harsher reply. It was the cool, swaggered lilt of Corazon; even her voice told she had got shit together.

At her feet was the colossal Scourge, on his knees.The titan was robed in black chains and his face was bloated crimson and purple with her punches. The first tiny voice spoke again: "Darlin' you've been at it for one hour. Even if not for this man's sake, pardon your fists. Your wrists are bleeding." This was Ravenna. Her form was swallowed up in the multitude of swirling shadows. Dusk had since fallen. In this humid basement chamber—which had been transformed into an impromptu interrogation room for the captured giant—she was Scourge's only voice of pity.

BOOM!

Cora shot her left fist into the side of Scourge's great head—her only response to Ravenna's pleading. A dangerous southpaw, her closed fingers damn near erupted the sutures of his skull, and if not the miraculous blood of his 'holy' Mother still flowing in his veins, Scourge's mighty head would've rolled on the dirty grounds. Cora kept pummeling, the [gravity rings] on her fingers hurting her more than the white giant on his knees before her.In this makeshift Interrogation chamber three women stood: the Empress, her Lady of the Courts, and the angrier Commandant of the Fort.

Her Imperial Majesty, Ravenna de Vries had summoned immediately to the castle Lieutnant General Corazon Mortimer, the [S Rank] Commander of Fort Sandringham—her trusted friend before even she told her small council. She had sent the rider galloping just as Scourge's terrifying bulk was pulled behind her caravan. To hide his appalling existence from the many serving hands at the palace he was rolled out the back yards and pushed into the only room spacious enough to hold a 12ft, red-eyed man in the ground floor: the kitchens.

Luckily dinner for the Royal House had been prepared and the few remaining chefs had been driven off by a hand-toss of the Empress, her luminous jade eyes promising sweet revenge if ever their lips should drop in gossip.The Lt. General had arrived an hour later from the bunkers and one lightning wallop from her hot leftie had seen Scourge rousing in a daze from the [Sleep of Midnight] Aya had put him in. The red sukky was at the moment standing beside Ravenna—as they both watched Corazon punch the shit out of Scourge.The mutant looked like someone had taken a club to his head. . .not a girl's fists.Cora, as the [Vixen Venom] was ultra. Now she was nuclear.

BOOM! BOOM! B-BOOM!

Her punches kept coming. It rocked the pantries and tables of fruit baskets.

Ravenna put her head close to Aya's shoulder. Up against the succubus, she looked puny. Though Aya Naamah was taller, it wasn't really a matter of height. It was aura.Vassals, Brides, and [Bond]s of Hel principalities had more flaming auras the stronger their respective [Sires] ascended in Hel's Hierarchy.

Ravenna dropped her voice for Aya's ears only. "She's a bit more harsh, ain't she?"

The red-skinned succubus smiled sweetly, replying, "It is ironic, my Queen how you can be such a hothead and still so empathetic. Trust me when I tell you Cora is sweet on him. I would have wished the Uluvian Tormentor to have at least ten minutes with the fucker for daring an affront on you. This dumb giant should thank his [Blood Mother]—or whatever the shit her name is that Dominus isn't here right now." She caught the twinkle in Ravenna's forest eyes and paused, "but I get it. Cora's horny too.""I didn't say that." Ravenna chuckled.

"What?" Aya talked tongue-in-cheek. "She's converted his head to a literal punching bag. That there is suppressed need if I've ever seen one."

Ravenna gasped dramatically. She made a face. 'Oh, no you didn't!'

"I HEARD THAT."

The Empress and her Lady turned to the voice; uncut, silver, melodic. Cora. Till this day, Ravenna still could not place her accent.Cora had turned and was facing them. Her arms hung down her sides, heavy, with the metal rings that dripped wet, red blood. Ravenna took her boyish looks in and sighed, walking to her. She handed her a small towel. "Here you go." She studied the tall Commander pull off the rings and wipe off the blood, both hers and the giant. Scourge's head looked more like a blob than a face behind. None of the three women gave a shit. Aya moved closer too as Cora tossed the rag, unsmiling.Aya jerked her head to the kneeling titan. "Got what you needed?"

Ravenna stifled a giggle. Cora didn't respond but Aya caught the ghost of a smile appear on the tomboy's pretty face. She decided to tease her more. She said, "I'm pretty sure he's going to boast about this later if we let him live. Being tortured by the hottest dyke to walk the earth." Cora shook her head, her smile lengthening. Aya nefariously went on: "If I had an Interrogator like you, I'll let you punish me everyday… I'll BEG you to punish me."

That did it for Cora. Her head rose and she burst out laughing. "Shut up. . .oh my god!"

"You kinky bitch." Ravenna volunteered and their joint laughter echoed in the kitchens and the fallen darkness. Three girls that weren't scared at the shadows—nor the white monster behind; quite the harem Rafel had. Cora was still giggling, her body shaken by it. She wiped at the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"You're such a slut. I'm the one who should be riled; how dare you walk in here looking like that?"

"Like what?" Aya feigned naivete. "This dress…" she did a twirl, "is a perfectly modest gown for a promenade. I didn't expect to run into a 12ft albino fuck."

"—whew!" Ravenna whistled.

In her seemingly innocent twirl Aya made sure to shake her generous assets, drawing attention to the lusciousness of her red skin and the dark silk that cut right into the deep of her mouth-watering cleavage. She even made her titties bounce.

"That's it. Come here!" Cora tried to grab her shoulders and shake her hard. But Aya moved and her palms landed right on those amazing soft breasts.

Nobody moved for a second.

Cora's mouth dropped open. She could feel how warm and tender the peaks were against her hands. And she knew Aya was wearing no bra. "Fuck." She inhaled. "Please don't do this to me, you devilish sukky. You know I've been celibate twenty four hot nights now. I don't need to be touching your body right now. Plus there's a bleeding giant right behind us. Please…don't make me…"

Still Cora couldn't resist squeezing a little down on her boobs. Aya pushed her hair back, giving a dirty smile and a blink of her violet eyes—and more access to her sexy body. She turned around with Cora's hands on her, giving the taller woman her back. She rubbed into her, whispering, "but you are not lesbian, are you?"

Cora felt her fat ass and nearly spanked Aya on it when,

—grrhhh!

Scourge let everyone know he still had something to say.

"THIS FUCKER." Aya hissed. Twice now the giant had interrupted what would've turned out to be very torrid grabbing and licking sessions.Cora was breathless as she released her waist. "This isn't over, sukky." Her blue eyes held sinful promise as they raked over Aya's demanding globes. Cora turned around with a sweep to the growling prisoner. "Now I'm really angry."

Ravenna and Aya both knew what she really meant was, 'Now I'm really horny.'

Ravenna knew without a doubt that if Cora had gone all out right there in the Kitchens she would have forgone watching and joined in for a passionate and certainly sweaty threesome. It was a hot night out.

Fuck Scourge!

Cora began speaking to the broken giant man on the soiled stone floors. She dropped forward and shouted into his ears—cause she just might've punched through his eardrums: "Contrary to what you think, SCOURGE, I don't need you to answer any of my questions. And I don't need to get a [Mind Master] mage over here to rip 'em outta your head either. I only beat the shit out of you 'cuz you stepped up on my bestfriend. She's the goddamn [Empyrean]! What were you thinking? That you might actually succeed in what I'm guessing is supposed to be a suicide mission for your BLOOD MOTHER, or whatever.That you were gonna be some Martyr for the other crazy motherfuckers to follow…the First Revenger!"

Cora made dramatic air quotes and Aya and Ravenna chuckled behind her.

She leaned down again and pulled up his head by his thick ashen hair, matted in drying blood. "Well guess what: fuck your Blood Mother. Fuck the Scarlet Messiah. Fuck Racquel Serpent!" she didn't miss when Scourge's swollen eye opened an inch. "Oh yes," Cora continued, "we know who she is. She might be to all you filthy pure-race bastards a Saviour with blood more miraculous than [venom 8], but the truth is She is nothing more than an inbred racist."

Grrhhh!

Scourge rattled the chains and tried to speak. Cora laughed in mockery in his bloated face. "And the same way in which you've faced your Waterloo on this hot, moonless night, so will your Blood Mother. Racquel Serpent too shall be found out, and treated as the trash she is."

Huuugh-pah!

Cora hurled and spat in his face.

She clapped her hands together and Moira Caan, Special Agent with the Capital's Clandestine Services walked in with a couple of [Black Guard] officers. "Take him," said Cora, "…see if there's anything we missed. Scrub his mind clean if you have to. This white giant here is Scourge, the former leader of the Brotherhood gang of the Undercity. He was a half-blood Vampire, the line of Count Thrixos before he drank that bitch's blood and grew to this. Her Majesty does not will me to take his life, and she is wise in this. His evolved strength may yet prove useful in the mines.

"As of this night, all members of the Brotherhood gang and acolytes of the Blood Mother, and the witch herself, Racquel Serpent are now named traitors of Her Majesty's rule; felons of this kingdom and Wanted across the Nine Realms. Send riders with posters to all stations of the Empire. A threat to the House of the Raven is a threat to us all." She kicked Scourge with her cavalry boot. "As for this big bastard, get what you can out of his head: memories, faces, visions, plans, the whole lot. If he resists, crucify him on the tops of Apophis."

Crucifixion was an execution style banned in the fae realms since the days of Baeleon the Bold. Still when Cora ordered, no officer in the room made a squeak. The [S Rank] runes on her left arm was the only glowing light in the dark as Moira exited the Kitchens again, followed by four huge men dragging Scourge's pummeled frame on a flat cart with wooden wheels.

Alone once more in the calm shadows, Ravenna embraced Cora. "Thank you for taking the reins on that. I wouldn't know how to command like you or Rafel."

Cora was 6ft and svelte, like a tall blade of grass in the Aegean hills. When she spoke, she let her voice course to Aya also; "The military are here to serve, Your Imperial Majesty. This Racquel Serpent is a blight that must not be allowed to spread out of the Capital. We must make an example of her followers here in Titans Landing." Corazon, as a war-bred intellect—fighting in the pits of the GFC from age twelve—knew a woman whose blood could make titans out of mortal men was no joke on the opposite side of a battlefield.

Four [A Rank] soldiers had died in a confrontation with Scourge.

Imagine the heaps of dead men with an army of Scourge-type monsters.

"But speaking of Rafel," said Cora, steering the conversation away from blood and beasts, "we need him back here. Now we know the treachery begins here, at home."

Aya Naamah nodded, moving in. "But we also need Dominus for something…something much more important and immediate."

The three girls shared knowing smiles.

They needed Him to fuck.

"To Vinta Plusia then." Ravenna led in her honey voice. They ascended from the darkness of the kitchens into a night swamped in a heatwave—so were their bodies. Corazon grabbed the sukky's fat ass the rest of the way. The little sin would hold her out until Lord Israfel Bludthirste arrived.