Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 Bounce – Ruger (Nigerian Artiste).]

RAFEL'S SLAVE SUCCUBUS, Aya Naamah was dressed to kiss and kill—literally, in her midnight thigh-high, heeled boots. Her tight Lycra pants flowed into the glossy onyx shoes. A matching dark corset framed her curvy body. Her motions invited a deep dark hunger. It was at this moment Mary began to notice what was going on.

Aya's pencil heels clicked softly as she moved across the Day Room, pulling the drapes and shutting out the light.

Mary shivered in her seat. She could stand and run far, far away. But she didn't.

When Aya appeared at her side once more, she had in her hands circular folds of a long crimson rodeo rope. She clicked softly toward Rafel, leaned sexily over his executive seat and handed it over. Rafel smacked her ass as she walked back.

The Day Room was now the Night Room. All curtains were shut. The only luminance was candle light. It mimicked the light of a glowworm. Lime green and scarlet, splashing the snowy walls of the room in exotic color.

Rafel, who was formerly seated stood from his ornate chair. He rose to his full rugged height with his amber eyes darkened. He looked upon Mary as a dragon would a mountainside full of spotless lambs.

'Prey,' his dark thoughts whispered. 'This lamb is lost to its herd.'

Now Rafel had heard about liberalism among the gypsies, their ideologies of free living and zen lifestyle second only to that of the Fey. But really, how liberal were they though? He was about to find out.

"Equip the Bo Horseman role." He called aloud.

The erotic silence of the room swallowed his baritone. Rafel was speaking to his System. He faced Mary seated quietly and modestly in her chair. Behind her, Aya was Rafel's silent accomplice—in her dark spandex outfit with her single full braid brushing her left hip.

"What. . .what is a Bo Horseman?" Mary quaked.

Aya laughed softly. "You'll see."

On her feet, Bloody Mary would've had a good foot over Rafel at seven feet. But at the moment, his Alpha energy dwarfed her, rooting her under the intensity of his bright eyes. Rafel smiled darkly.

"You ever fucked a horse, Mary?"

She shook her head, blushing fiercely.

"No?" Rafel continued. "But surely you have fantasized about it—all that meat sliding deep and satisfying to fill you up, much better than any man's. Because we all in here know, Mary, that up against your larger pussy, ten inches is small. But a good fifteen. . .and we're golden.

Aren't we?

Well Mary, buckle up for the ride. I'm about to give you exactly what you need, some heavy horse dicking!"

Mary clumped her legs tighter in her seat. Rafel's dirty words turned her on more than it astounded her.

He was right. In her case, it was all about the size. The biggest mortal man's penis was smaller than her wrist. It wasn't her fault. She was half-Titan. Up against her giant kin she'd be delicate, but in a roomful of humans, she was huge.

For her to truly orgasm over the years, she admitted to putting some pretty ridiculous things up there—like that large brandy bottle that one time at the wrestling after-party.

But what Rafel was offering...

[Ding! System Request Confirmed!]

The red holographic image that shimmered into the room cut off her thoughts. It was Rafel's infernal system glinting with the displayed message on a floating screen. This time, everyone could see it.

[Ding!]

[Jack Bo Horseman Role Equipped successfully!]

[Cost: 15 Hundred soul coins.]

[Player changes in session. . .]

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[🎶 Wanted Dead Or Alive – Bon Jovi.]

Mary watched with wide reptilian slits for eyes as Rafel's clothes underwent a flattering fashion era dynamic; his official tailored slacks dissolved into a dark husky-brown denim. Chestnut trousers styled into a cowboy's. His clean shoes were exchanged for hard boots with silver spurs. They glowed in the candlelight.

His crisp shirt vanished off, spewing a golden masculinity muscled outward. Abs that contracted harder with each breath. Loins of a god.

And finally, his red hair shimmered, as it was styled back into a luxuriant ponytail. A black felt hat completed his western delight. The green black tattoo of his sentient serpent symbiote sprawled from his left forearm to his broad back slithered like ancient runes on his fair skin.

He was beautiful. With the red lasso collected from Aya in grasp, it seemed like Rafel had just stepped out of a time capsule. A sexy, sexy cowboy. A redhaired rancher. A golden mountain man. Wanted every fucking where!

The roleplay was very effective.

Mary's legs trembled.

[Ding! Bo Horseman Role ready for use.]

More notifications from his system.

[ATTRIBUTES—

Physicality: 88

Strength: 90

Endurance: 92

Fluidity: 96

Stamina: 89

Libido: 98

BDE (Big Dick Energy): 99.]

[Origin: Sin System CLASS III Roleplay.]

[Favorite Conquests: Two Rank B Succubi, Hela Tirnanoc, Lilith Firstborn.]

The system notifications held awhile before the glinting screen faded, dimming out into nothingness.

Mary gasped audibly. Now she knew what a Bo Horseman was. It was a fantasy roleplaying character. A sensual edge very few of the magicked male population could boast of. To answer the shimmery lust in her eyes, Rafel lowered his hand to grab what he was packing beneath his fly.

"A solid fifteen inches ready to go. Sufficient enough for you, Mary?"

The woman couldn't even reply.

She was busy thanking all of her Gypsy heritage for leading her to Emberfall.

Rafel tipped the hat with a finger and slashed at the air with his lasso.

SWISH! The whips cracked.

"Come here, Naamah!" He summoned his slave.

Her heels clicked elegantly on the vacuumed floors as she made her way out from behind Mary's seat to him. Rafel kissed her full and deeply on the mouth. He tasted her until Mary was parting her lips from her chair, yearning also for the feverish connection. Rafel didn't satisfy her whimpering.

Rather, he led Aya to the wide map table across.

He sat at the edge of it and glued his luminous eyes to the ripe outline of her full breasts, stretching her elastane blouse. Aya stood in her Lycra suit, all mounds and valleys on display for his eyes, before him.

"Feed them to me."

Rafel's voice moved around the room several times. And Aya put her hand up to her blouse's straining zipper, dragging it down slowly, releasing fleshy tension.

Zrrggggh. . . Zrrggggh

It came down lushly. Her fair Choco skin everywhere. She wore nothing underneath and cupped herself to Rafel's pink lips. He took into his mouth her offered breasts. A hot cave. He sucked the enticing peaked tips of her.

"Mmm. Yes, Master. Ahh, fuck. Take them." Aya's head fell back as she moaned. "I want my tits all wet for you. This caramel pears slobbered up in your face.

Pinch—bite them. Whatever you want. . .ohh fuck yeah! Like that."

Aya's hand was quickly snaking down to Rafel's swollen crotch and he pulled his face up from the creamy swells of her bosom. He slapped her hand away.

"Ah-ah! Not for you today, slave. Don't be greedy. Let another bitch have some dick."

He denied her. Rafel himself doubted Aya, his fun freaky Succubus could take on fifteen inches. He would not go there yet. Bo Horseman was specifically ordered for Mary; the silent voyeur watching behind.

Rafel fluidly pulled up from the long tabletop's edge. He gripped Aya by her single long braid, pulling her behind him to Mary's position. Aya was biting on her bottom lip to hide her smile, to keep from showing she enjoyed herself too much. She made no move to cover back her spilling boobs.

Rafel's desert boots thundered across the smooth wooden floorboards and his silver spurs jingled as he stepped in front of Mary. He released his hold on Aya and stared down hard on the gypsy hybrid.

"You sit like such a good girl, Mary. Even have a matching name. But you're not!" Rafel roughly tore at his fly. "—you're a bad, bad girl. Open your legs."

Mary's cotton skirt rode up her legs, the split in it showing plenty of her thick pale thighs as she let them drop apart. Rafel stepped in between her legs.

He held up his monster [Bo Horseman] cock to her face and let her salivate over the fantastic arch. He teased it right before her slitted eyes, watching the green depth go darker and more serpentine. He patted the sides of her face with it. He let it bob up and down her nose.

Mary knew not to touch. And even if she tried, Aya was behind her, holding her wrists down.

Rafel rubbed the shiny pink of her glossed lips with his thumb. He reveled in their softness.

"Drop your shirt."

Mary was ready for any and all of his commands. Aya let go for a beat and she quickly drew down the hem of her soft wear. Her breasts were just as Rafel remembered from the fight night. Beautiful. Spotless. Milky round, with just the right amount of squeeze.

Totally grabable. Perfect for a titty fuck.

It astounded even Aya. And Succubi were rarely marveled by sexual prowess. They were top of the sex chain.

Rafel took the girthy fifteen-inch cock in his left hand and stroked. "Make her open!" He spoke directly to Aya. His slave quickly petted the sides of Mary's cheeks from behind until the woman dropped her lips. Her face were rouge from all the slapping.

Rafel slid easily between the seam of her lips and seated himself deeply within her throat. As anticipated, he could only go halfway in.

"Hold up your breasts, let Master have some titty fuck," Aya's honeyed voice commanded Mary.

She read Rafel's thoughts cleanly. Once Mary cupped herself, forming a hollow with her cleavage, her upper body became the mother lode of Rafel's prime passion. He thrusted from her large tits to her open mouth. Aya held Mary's head down to his strokes. Her saliva flowed freely down her lips and chest, making the sliding far too smooth to go slow.

Mary didn't mind being used.

Rafel fucked her mouth and breasts that way for a while before pulling back to drag her head down and impale her face for a few breathless seconds on his dick.

When he released her to come up for air, her face was full crimson and her slitted eyes was so reptilian it was scary.

Rafel grinned. She was wet and ready.

"Ready for some sweet deep horse fuckin', lassie?" He adopted a western accent common among the Equestrians.

Before Mary had a chance to articulate a reply, he pulled her up by her jet-black hair, fisting the natural green streaks in them. And he turned her around fast to face the chair. He pushed her on the seat on her knees. He dragged her thighs apart. He ripped at her skirt from split to seam. He dragged the cotton remnants down her legs.

He flung off her thong: smelling, licking, slapping her ass. He angled his horse cock and jammed into her so hard the chair rocked with her, scraping the floors.

"Umm!" Mary rasped. She clung to the head of the chair for dear life. For the first time, a living breathing man had filled her without space.

Rafel growled like a wolf at her lubrication. Mary was wetter and smoother than an eel in a fisherman's hand. He felt the squish and tightening of her pussy like his own heartbeat. This was the only thing that could satisfy a giantess. Horse dick—or its equivalent.

She held onto his shaft so tight Rafel had to struggle to pull back every single time.

How long had this woman gone without some intense fucking?

Rafel bent her back on the seat, starting a rhythm that he wouldn't dare on a human woman. The slapping sounds of his toned pecs against her gigantic ass were fleshy and frenzied. Rafel's cowboy hat was fallen off his head to the legs of the chair.

Mary was a screamer and a feeler. And so Rafel had to bind her with his red lasso and Aya held up her long hair which was loosened and falling down her slick back.

She was bigger than Rafel. Her sheer size was obvious even on all fours, and as Rafel gripped her wide hips to slam into her deeper than the previous, she was almost too hot to handle. Almost.

Rafel dominated her like a pro. No woman would ever complain of his stamina. None.

He bent a little at the knees behind her, so he was driving upward and forward at the same time. He spanked her big ass like it was his last fuck of the century. Her creamy flesh was everywhere. It demanded his slaps. And Rafel was eager to deliver. The fact that Mary was bigger and he still managed to dominate her spurned their desire into madness.

At a point, they were just crazily holding on, trying to keep back the fireworks just one second more.

PAH!

PAH!

PAH!

...the sounds of Rafel's torso against her huge white butt. He fucked her raw, doggy, still in his black cowboy jeans and boots.

"Fuck me. How are you this fucking tight?"

That was Rafel's final declaration before he could take her gigantic super hotness no more. As he heavily jerked and shot loads into her, Mary rolled her hips against his sweat-dripping abs. Rafel clung to her hair. Her face. Her bouncing tits. Her rolling ass.

Every larger piece of her.

Just when he pulled out, the force of Mary's climax sent his cum rushing out of her. She bent back a delirious arc, squirting a rushing fountain onto Rafel's brick hard torso. She wet him till his pants were soaked. Still, Mary kept jerking and spasming, her wrists tied in fine rope, immobilizing her to surrender all her lust and satiation to the redhaired Dom behind.

Rafel stood in a puddle when she was done.

"Naamah, anything to add?" Rafel raised one thick auburn eyebrow.

Aya, Mary's second Mistress slowly smiled.

"Just one thing, my Lord."

And then she slowly turned Mary over and pulled her down on her knees into the puddle of her own squirt. Rafel stood intrigued in a corner of the room and watched as Aya shimmied out of her Lycra pants until her hips were free. She spread out her heeled legs, pushed apart her black panties and deftly pulled Mary under her.

Then she peed.

The trickle poured right into Mary's mouth, dripping out the sides of her lips.

"You don't swallow cum? You swallow pee." Aya offered simply.

Rafel was so surprised he started to clap. What a wonderful domination duo they made?

Mary knelt in a puddle of her own making, her mouth full of erotic pee. But brightening her eyes was more fulfilled fire than Rafel had seen on her in the ring. She was a most perfect reptilian sub slut.

[Ding!] The notification lit up in his head.

[Fresh Updates to Infernal System!]

[New Bo Horseman Conquest: MARY TIDELAND ATWELL.]

Just as Aya leaned down behind her to loosen the binds, Rafel spoke to Mary the words she so desperately sought.

"You are forgiven."