Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

VINTA PLUSIA WAS THE MOST decorated room of the Imperial home. Colorful drapes of regal sway and purple linens of the best imported silks, from far Florentine and cold Ashtapur made the ovate chamber into a mirror of Hellenic grace. The tall white pillars bathed in the light of hanging sconces.

"Still smells so good," Cora said, walking in gently in company of Aya and Ravenna. The Empress and her Lady took the sofas immediately, dropping with sighs to the lovely banquettes. Cora trailed to the west ends of the room. She opened her senses to the perfume of sandalwood and juniper that filled the room. She breathed the magic in there, her Revenant [Intuition] letting her know it was a Skyling who'd designed this place. She wasn't too surprised. It was written in the Book of Bards that it was an Elder elf herself who had first drawn the lines of the Hall of Valor.

The very paradise of the Martyr.

As she traipsed the room, she fingered the majestic mantel and let her riparian eyes roll over the diverse banners of prominent Houses in the kingdom; the Wolf, the Scorpion, the Mantis, she dwelt more on the Raven. The glorious golden Griffin of House Nova Imperia was yet here in Vinta Plusia but only because the Queen allowed it—as a small boon to Giselle. Really, Ravenna allowed the gilded banner into the hallowed space only because she wanted to please Rafel and she knew the former queen had held the torch of his heart, if only for a season.

"Come here." Aya gestured to Cora with a subtle finger.

"I forget how much I miss this place amidst the troubles of shouting down young army boys." Cora fell into the sofa on her back and Aya generously put her thighs together to make a soft place for her head. She scoffed, "Can you believe one of them really had a boner during hurdle practice just the other day?"

Aya chuckled as the pretty tomboy inhaled. She smiled down at her, caressing the shortness of her silver hair. "Can you really blame them? I mean I am a girl and look what you do to me."

Cora met Aya's stare. "What I do to you? How about what you do to me?"

Ravenna gave a short laugh from the side watching both girls go at it. "We're all just super horny," she volunteered, "I'm telling you, the other day I saw a redhead looking out the castle window and nearly had a mini orgasm right there. Turns out it was just the mane of a runaway horse." Ravenna flatlined.

"Aww, poor baby!" Aya teased and high laughter filled the swanky Vinta Plusia.

Aya said while Cora was still giggling on her lap. "Dominus has just made us so aware of our bodies. And of each other. Now not only does his hot gold eyes torment me, but I have to dream of you both also." She scowled down at Corazon. Ravenna grinned. "I love it when you call him that: Dominus. It sounds so sexy and commanding. But what kinda dreams are we talking 'bout here, babe, 'cuz in mine he's fucking you real good while I watch. . .sitting on your face. Ha!"

Cora turned her face into Aya's belly and had a good laugh as the succubus blushed hotly and worried her full lips with her teeth.

"Oh dear me! And I'm the slut?" she challenged her girlfriends who just giggled harder.

"You're cute," Cora told her, finally able to look up at Aya again. She was downplaying her compliment. A blush on the sukky was superhot. Going pink in the cheeks wasn't something Cora thought Aya Naamah could achieve in her current crimson skin but the babe pulled it off amazingly. Cora already wished she had a cock she could squeeze past that hot mouth. But then her mind zoomed to Rafel and she wished it was His cock in her mouth.

It totally befuddled her how he could be the only man she was attracted to.

The only 'man'.

She dropped her river eyes from Aya's face to her bust, perusing her sweet neck and the shadow of her stout black horns against her bosom; her tongue skirted her bottom lip, 'will Aya's breasts taste like Rafel's hard shaft?'

But then why should she choose when she could have them both.

…just a little while longer.

She was almost grateful that Scourge had shown his beastly, albino head so they could have an excuse to summon their man home.

The air became charged when Aya caught Cora licking her lips, studying her boobs, and dreaming of sucking something big. The same big, brawny, red-haired man that filled all their heads. Silence fell and began to stretch. But before Cora could drag down Aya's bra-strap and feed—and imagine it was Rafel she was sucking off, Ravenna sat up sharply.

"Speaking of Dominus," she said a little too quickly, having the same dirty thoughts as her androgynous friend, "we should get to the reason why we're here."

Aya did a little jump on her ass. "Yes, my Queen. Get off me with those blue eyes, seductress! Ay!"

She then pushed Cora's head softly away from her shaking thighs. The [S Rank] girl laughed: "Oho! I'm the seductress now, am I? How the tables have turned." Cora kept smiling as she moved her head to nearby pillow—though she still would've preferred hot, red succubus thighs.

The candlelight in Vinta Plusia flickered, casting shadows over the Athenian pillars sparsing the long couches—that were more of small beds—as Ravenna stood, still a vision in her emerald fire gown from the evening cruise. It was many hours since she'd first looked out at Scourge's big, white head from her caravan. And it was well late into the night. She picked up her bourgeoisie dress daintily like a bride and stepped up to a set desk by the mantel, ordered before their arrival. Grateful for the small sweeps of cool breeze that blew inward from time to time, she made her way back from the desk. Her feet were delicate, bare, soundless. As she walked back to the girls she had in her hands a fresh writing parchment and an ink quill-feather.

"Got it," she announced, excitement already shining in her green eyes.

Her stare was as a flame of fire. Aya admired her: her queen; from the days at Emberfall she knew this raven-haired girl was something. Sweet as fuck to the eyes, but a literal angel too.

"So, who's writing?" Cora asked, one hand behind her head, her [rune] tats flexing.

Aya Naamah and Ravenna looked at each other then back at her. They said as one. "You, obviously."

Of all conquests in the Apollyon's [Harem], Corazon had the best handwriting. "Plus Dominus has a thing for your boyish ways. He'll take it more seriously coming from you," Aya cemented. Cora grabbed the paper and pencil but frowned. "My boyish ways?"

"You know I mean—" Aya replied, utterly loving the look on a flushed Cora.

Cora looked between her Queen and the pesky succubus, saying, "from what I remember, you both LOVE my BOYISH WAYS too." She made hand gestures at her groin area. "I for sure know that you, Aya love to imagine me with a dick when you rub one out."

Aya's face flamed up. "I DO NOT."

"You do not imagine me with a dick? Or you do not rub one out?"

"B-Both…neither," she stammered, "not without our Lord's outright permission. Why do you think I'm so strung. I have not touched myself once since his travel. I am Servant to Dominus! He is my Darkflame, my Sire, I do not partake my desires with anyone else. . .not even by own hand—until he commands."

Ravenna interrupted their bickering, "we are all so 'strung'," she made air-quotes. "Now please babe, can you get to fucking writing. And make sure to state the urgency of the situation. . .our situation," she stressed. "The Capital needs him back home. But his girls need him more. And you can quote me on that, darling." And with that said, the Empress grabbed an opal-eyed fan off a nook, pulled her dress over her long legs, and began shamelessly fanning away.

"As you command, Your Majesty." Cora dropped her head and began scribbling fast.

At about midnight, a Blackguard rider exploded out the high gates of Titans Landing, with one mission in hand—literally.

The Royal Letter recalling the Ambassador, Lord Israfel, from the Republic of Rocasus back to the embrace of Her Majesty.

• THE GRAY HOUSE, ROA

The rider, an astute Cavalryman breached the first western borders of the Republic at 0300 Hours.

By the next half-hour the Ambassador had the Letter in his hands.

Pacing his room in only pink flannel pajamas—not by choice—that could not in fact hide his prolific stature nor his dangerous handsomeness, his wicked amber eyes bore down on the Letter as he read, his gaze lighting the scroll with its own [Ocus Lumina].

He didn't need lamps to read with eyes like that. The Royal Letter read thus:

[To His Eminence, by command of Her Majesty,

High Lord Israfel Bludthirste---scratch that, my love, this is Cora, and permit me to write plainly. Recent developments in the Capital have gotten us Intel that the adversary we seek is closer to home. Full disclosure shall be made at your return. Beyond the search for the insidious, I write because we need you. . .Dominus.

We need you BAD.

Your faithful Harem.

PS: Ravenna doesn't want me to write this but GET THAT GOLDEN COCK OVER HERE! I bet those Republican bitches don't know how to ride like we do.]

Rafel shut the letter. One hot tear fell from his left eye and it turned to ash in his palm.

"My Corazon," he toned hollowly in the dark bedchamber. "I'm sorry. I'm coming."

He was on the road with the dawn.

The Empress, Ravenna de Vries, Her Lady of the Court, Aya Naamah, the Lt. General, Corazon were all at the gallery of Vinta Plusia exactly six hours later when they made out a red hat in the crowd of the awakening city. The red hat in the crowd belonged to a man a head taller than everyone in sight. He rushed through the morning throng.

The three girls whipped to their feet, forgetting the expensively laid breakfast. The closer he got, the more they realized it was no hat at all, but his glorious auburn head.

In the three hundred yards between them he lifted his eyes—and it pierced them more than the sunrise behind him. In the new morning, he was no demon, but the Angel of the dawn. As Helios: tall, divine, red-haired. And he was walking right for them.

Aya screamed on top of her lungs. "DOMINUS!!!"