Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

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"MY LORD GRACE! Welcome to the Corynthian Isle and its Academy!" Dr. Nicara Shetty greeted. Rafel admired the woman when she went down in a waist dip showing respect. In her heels, it took ballerinalike grace to pull it off.

Many women in the world lacked common sense for the chain of command. Rafel got that mortal men could be fucking pussies—and thus some weren't worthy of such regard. But in his world; Hel, earth, and beyond, no woman was his equal. Even his Rank S Fallen deity of an Aunt, knew his commanding Alpha energy, and respected him for it. She knew when to back off.

Seeing this primal feminine quality in the Headmistress endeared her to him.

He did like the Good Doctor.

"This must be your Ward, Your Grace. She's beautiful. Nice green eyes." Dr. Shetty remarked, stepping forward to take Ravenna's hand in a mild shake. She adjusted her ivory glasses over her straight nose before turning back to Rafel. Smiling at his rugged tall shadow, she continued,

"Will His Grace be joining us at the Academy?"

Once again, Rafel's mortal visage betrayed his true immortality. No doubt the doctor was seeing him as a young man no more than twenty, new into his grand inheritance of Emberfall.

Rafel shook his head as he replied. "No, Doctor. I'm afraid not. Other matters of priority await me at the estate."

"Well, I mustn't keep you then. Shall we step into my office to finish up the signature? As I'm sure you already know, Your Grace, these magical matters must be appended with a pinprick drop of blood. All Mage contracts require a seal of life." Nicara explained.

"Yes Doctor, we shall. Lead the way please!" Rafel returned, and then turning with a final glance, he spoke directly to Cora. "Get her settled in her dorm. And meet me in the Headmistress's office when you're done. Godspeed, Miss de Vries."

With that said, he turned and walked after the clicking of Dr. Shetty's obsidian heels.

As they turned a round corner into yet another labyrinth of spacious silent hallway, Rafel decided to use his new system upgrade on her. The one that let him view the other available Systems and Rankings of nearby [Supernaturals].

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Nicara Shetty was one hell of a Knockout. Rafel stared shamelessly at the shapely outline of her ass in her skirt suit from behind her. He was sure she knew of it. But it wasn't his fault. It was right there, in his face. Even a nicer man would engage his eyes.

And he was not—nice.

Frankly, Rafel had never seen auburn hair so straight before. His was unruly, but Dr. Shetty's red hair was full and glossy, dropping straight down in a prim ponytail whose end tickled the small of her back.

Nicara Shetty had the attractiveness of the native tribes rumored to be the first colonizers of the isles. The ones whose hair could grow a mile long and had skin tempered by the elements. A rich supple bronze. Even now, Rafel could see the ancient heritage of her forest tribe displayed in the Doctor's warm chocolatey skin and generous curves.

She had health and vigor radiating over every inch of her brown-tan skin.

And instantly, Rafel knew she'd be a fiery lover.

A screamer.

Blood surged low and full, stretching his pants.

[Ding!]

His system glinted a holographic image in his face with the feedback. A command he had sent telepathically. When in company of people, Rafel had learnt to issue instructions to his System without moving his lips.

[Request For Rankings On Personality within Purview, on display now!]

[Name: Nicara Shetty.

Species: Female.

Magical Faction: Wild Shape.

Subclass: WereTiger.

Rank: A-rank.

Mana Level: Currently Hallowed.

Abilities: Shapeshifting into Tiger form. Stealth. Feline Healing factor. Night vision. Predator Instinct. Very fertile hybrid, capable of conceiving quintuplets.

Deadly maternal proclivity. Expert contortionist. Two centuries old.

Current Feline System: Headmistress of Mage Academy.]

[This feature is granted by access as Hell Anointer]

[Request delivered! Message Over!]

[Ding!]

[You have used Blessed Ability for One All-seeing Eye, therefore have been granted Three Rare Silver Shields, available in Pocket Dimension.]

[No further Updates at this time!]

Huh? Rafel raised his eyebrows as the glinting screen faded away. He focused solely on the part about the Doctor's abilities. She was a WereTiger, who knew? He had an inkling though. All the Wild Shapes were ruthless lovers.

Werewolves didn't do vanilla. They fucked like animals, their beast halves taking over during sex.

It helped that they healed wicked fast, so claw and fang marks left by frenzied lovemaking were near invisible post-coitus.

Rafel had never fucked a Wild Shape before.

"Lucky me!" He couldn't help saying aloud. He kept his voice to a whisper though. Wild Shapes had acute perception.

It would seriously tamper with the dark thoughts going on in his head right now if Dr. Shetty found out about his plan. His plan to seduce the Headmistress of the Corynthian Academy for Witches. He had to tread lightly though. She could be ferocious if it didn't go as planned. But if it did...holy hell!

Rafel would have a gorgeous cat lady purring on his dick.

Nicara's Office had a gray door, and matching gray walls on the inside when they walked in. It suited the woman's tastes. Lavishly decorated with otherworldly finesse. And a large assuming mural of a Woodscape in full moon light filling the wall behind her ornate desk, so that when she sat, the moon's shine hovered right above her head.

She showed Rafel the seat opposite her, and he settled in.

"I'll be quick, Your Grace, so you can return back to your ship." Nicara said as she swept around the polished top of her desk to his side, bending over to place the documents needing his blood stamp before him. "The sea can be terrible towards evening."

Rafel only smiled as she pricked his thumb with the needlepoint of her special pen. He put the spot of blood, which showed, over the line marking the Guardian annex of the page.

Rafel had no intention whatsoever of returning to his ship anytime soon.

"There! All done, Your Grace." Nicara lifted his thumb away from the page.

She pulled out a tissue to clean off his fingers but Rafel stopped her.

"No," he toned low. "Lick it off."

Dr. Shetty's eyes narrowed behind her glasses at the young man sitting before her. The very ravishing Earl whom she'd had to hide her fangs from, for they had shot out into her mouth at the most attractive sight of him earlier. She was Alpha of her tiger pack. No man gave her commands. But this man?

Something about him just made her want to obey.

And Nicara found herself lowering her head to his hand and taking his thumb through the red seam of her lipsticked lips.

Rafel grinned at her submission. The seduction had begun.