Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 Move Your Body – Sia.]

IT WAS EARLY NIGHT IN EMBERFALL the next day when a large purple portal shimmered onto the far northern grounds of the large estate. The doorway had silver runes spinning around it's entire length, and a mere moment later, a moon-white carriage burst out of the portal, crashing onto the carpet grass in the mild darkness.

In the violet luminace from the portal, Lilith's curvaceous form was lit, standing in her Hel chariot of dark silver.

Her midnight gown flowed down her tall figure down the back of the chariot like black viscous blood on a corpse.

"Yes! This is the place, Menelaus!" Lilith spoke to her pet for the night, the Ghostrider who commandeered her chariot. The demon nodded his flaming skull head as she continued. "This is my nephew's abode on the surface. I can feel him, can you? Ugh, Menelaus!

Loose the fucking flame head, shall we?

The mortals easily faint with fear at our true forms. You don't see me walking around as a thirty feet Titan now, do you?"

Menelaus, the Ghostrider, and the four Hellhounds pulling the chariot were quickly transformed by a whispered word of dark sorcery into a bald man in a crisp turtleneck and four hulking black horses.

"There we go, my pet! Now onward to the Manor." Lilith applauded. "I would love a bite of the Earl tonight."

Rafel was bent over a desk of books in the spacious study of the Manor when his Aunt was suddenly ushered in by a red-faced Corazón. Rafel was quick to turn when the scent of dark roses which only bloomed in Hell's torrid weather, unique to his Auntie alone, filled his nostrils.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I didn't know she was coming—" Cora was apologizing at the intrusion.

"That will be all, servant!" Lilith dismissed her with the back of her hand.

Corazón bowed somberly, potent worship radiating in her blue eyes. It happened every time she witnessed the Matriarch of her coven. Lilith Firstborn was an intimidating six feet tall of pale sensuous curves and buxom MILF temptation.

"A—as you wish, my Queen." Rafel's silver-haired Chamberlain stammered, quietly shutting the door behind her at her exit.

"So, you haven't fucked since you came here." Lilith began without preamble, settling herself into the plush love seat opposite Rafel's reading desk.

"I'm not going to ask how you know this." Rafel returned. He tried to avoid the flash of her thick white thighs spilling out the slit of her black gown.

But there was no avoiding the Queen of the Night. She was everywhere. Literally.

Lilith smiled. "Oh you don't need to, baby. The unsatisfied ridge of your cock tells me enough."

Rafel gulped under her intense violet eyes. His Aunt was the only woman who made him feel some type of way about his masculinity. She could get a rise from him like a mountain. And could milk the rise like a fountain.

"Aya Naamah!" Lilith called out the door. "Come in here."

When the Succubus walked slowly in through the door into the Study, Lilith regarded her stoically. "Where the fuck are your horns? Show me some fucking horns."

Aya pulled on her system, generating the gilden lust sprouts that were tantamount to her antennae for sex. Her skin took on again it's rich ocean-blue complexion. She was a Hellish beauty.

"Now, go to your Master!" Lilith ordered in a stern voice. "I want to see you suck his cock. What the fuck are you doing? Don't fucking walk! Crawl to him. Yes!

On your fucking knees. Like the little pussy slut you are. Get into character. I want to see that big juicy cock in your mouth, spreading those tiny whore lips of yours.

The brainless lot of you?" Lilith cussed. "...leaving my nephew here with a prominent erection. I want his dick sucked every time he wakes up. Before he sleeps at night. Any time he gets fucking wood! He mustn't lack for a good nosh."

She slapped hard on the crawling succubus' fat ass, earning a moan from Aya. Rafel stood shocked still by his chair. The books were still open before him but long forgotten.

"—such a big ass," Lilith remarked, slapping Aya's bottom repeatedly. "Yet you can't take some fucking dick in it. You kneel and swallow his cum anytime he wants you to, hear me?"

"Yes, Mistress Firstborn." Aya crooned, turned on beyond her wildest dreams.

This was why they were called The Fallen. They gave it. And they gave it good.

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Aya Naamah had reached Rafel's feet and stopped on her knees below him. Her Lord Master's eyes were dark with lust as he stared down at her. Her face was perched directly over his zipper.

"Same goes for you out there by the door." Lilith addressed Corazón, who had been leaning by the Study's walls, not thinking she was being seen. "Yes! You, my faithful worshipper. You may dress however you want, but the Earl owns your body. Your tits, your pussy, your fucking ass. Everything!"

Behind the door, Corazón rubbed her body against the door's surface, finally admitting to herself that she was wet as fuck, and would need something to fill the ache between her legs.

Big.

Fast.

Heavy.

Oh, how she wanted to be in the room with her goddess? To stare into Lilith's dark grace, knowing she would do anything the female Principality commanded. Even slit her own throat.

In the room, Rafel pulled slow at his zipper, teasing the bulge of his cock all over Aya's face. "You want this? Huh? Tell me how much you want it, slave?"

Aya Naamah was in tears from lust. It streamed down her cheeks in earnest. Her pussy was so wet she could feel trickles down her inner thighs.

"I want this cock! Your Grace. I want your beautiful fat penis. In my mouth. I want you in my throat. Choke me!

Spank me! Slap me! Drill me! Spray me filthy! I'm a dirty fucking Succubus! Use me.

Take this pretty pink lips. Fuck my mouth! Let me taste your cock. Give it to me! I want it. I want it so bad!"

"Yes! Atta girl!" Lilith chirped with a coy smile from her pose on the sofa opposite.

Her legs were spread on the armrest, milky thighs high and exposed. Her hand was busy.

Rafel didn't pull down his pants. But he lowered the zipper. Dipping his hand in, he pulled out a giant monster whose swell bordered on the edge of painful. He held it over Aya's face, tapping it against her nose and lips, and hissing like a cobra when she closed her eyes, moaning on her knees.

"Yes! You dirty slave. Smell that dick. Smell that fucking dick all over your fucking face. How do you like to talk now, huh?

Open up for me, whore! Open up." He held up her jaw with one hand and slapped the sides of her face with the other.

Aya parted her lips. But Rafel growled. "Ah, wide! Wide. Wider. Wider!

Good girl."

When Aya's lips formed the perfect rotund circle, he slowly pushed in.

She gagged. He didn't stop pushing. Even when he hit the back of her throat. And further down. He knew she couldn't breathe. That was what made it so hot.

He kept himself in, crouching over and pulling her between his legs so he could go even deeper.

Aya clutched his thighs for support, making wheezing sounds and scratching at the dark fine material of his slacks.

"Oh fuck." Rafel groaned low when a drabble of saliva from her mouth dripped down between the space at his bare feet.

He stayed inside her mouth, for a few greatly erotic seconds, with her forehead glued sticky to his abdomen.

When he finally set her free, his cock bobbed out her mouth slimy and dirty. Aya let out a cough and her tiny hands clung to his knees. Her face was red, her eyelids were blotchy, and she made no move to wipe off the spittle slipping out the corners of her mouth, down her neck to her ample cleavage.

"Fuck her mouth, baby." Lilith whispered in a serpentine voice from the sofa.

Her string underwear had been pushed to the side and her fingers patted light smacks on a perfect pink slit. Frankly, Rafel had seen nothing finer.

"Go on, young one." Lilith urged. "Take that fucking pretty face and don't let her back until she's swallowed all of your seed. I want to watch you fuck that gorgeous face. Your cum, blinding her eyes and dribbling down her tits. Go on. Fuck that sexy mouth!"

Lilith's words were the kindling. Rafel's desire was the rage.

Clutching Aya's head with both hands, he slid into her mouth again and began pounding a crazy rhythm.

Slurp...

Slurp...

Slurp...

Aya Naamah was receiving a paramount spike in her System. Seeing this, she grasped onto her Lord Master's legs like a vise, working her throat until he was fully seated in there.

"Shit." Rafel watched her pump her head, up and down below.

When she let her eyes fall open and the ethereal depths met his own, Rafel could take it no more and clutched the table for support as her head bobbed against his pelvis. He shot into her in great spurts. Hot cum, with a ferocity that made his legs weak.

Aya held him close, allowing him to lift her to a higher angle where more of his seed emptied into her. It was like hellfire down her throat. Burning.

Rafel jerked, releasing a few more times before he finally collapsed onto his reading seat. The books atop his desk were a mess of sticky pages.

"Fuck!" Rafel smiled.

Aya followed her Master with her mouth clamped around him, her throat fat with his cock still down there. She was now on her feet, but bent at the waist over his seated frame. Her luxury braids had loosened and she didn't pull back until she was certain she'd taken all of him.

Only then did she slowly ease back. The movement was sensitive and Rafel bucked on the seat.

Aya did give her Lord Master a prime view of her messed up pretty face where a long line of jizz now crawled down the bridge of her nose. She lifted a finger to bring it to her lips, smiling as she sucked.

"What do you say now, Succubus?" Lilith addressed adjacent her.

"Thank you, Master," said Aya.

Rafel felt if there was a heaven, this was it.

"Now get out!" Lilith fired in a seductive purr. "It's my turn."

Aya Naamah stood silently, padding back the way she'd come, and the door to the Study clicked shut about three seconds later.

"Look at me, baby." Lilith spoke to Rafel in a calmer voice once Aya was out of earshot. "I want you to look at this."

Rafel watched, stunned breathless, as Lilith pulled three of her long, manicured, black-painted fingers from her pussy. And then she stood, closing her legs and walking to him.

"Suck!" She said, placing those fingers to his open mouth.

Rafel reveled in her taste, and while he yet licked off her pussy juice with his tongue, Lilith leaned down and shimmied out of her string underwear. She pulled out her fingers and deftly plunged the panties into his open mouth.

"Smell that pussy, baby. Smell how wet you make my fucking pussy."

Rafel offered no resistance when she pulled him up by the scruff of his gray shirt, dragging him back to the wide sofa with her.

Lilith bent over the couch on her belly, lifting up her black gown to pool at her waist, and giving him her large round ass.

"Now fuck your auntie, baby. Fuck her good and hard."

Lilith giggled when Rafel fell on her ass with a great growl. Spreading her robust ass cheeks, he dived straight for her core. He was a starving man. A demonic soul with a deadly hunger. Rafel opened her up to his eyes and lashed his tongue at her pussy and hole, lavishing liquid attention that left Lilith ripping at the beige of the love seat.

"Ahh, baby. Yes, right there, baby. You lick it good. Uh-huh! You love that ass? Smell it.

Smell that fucking ass. Ohh...fuck me..."

She went shivering on his face, shaking her ass as Rafel's large hands massaged and spanked her without remorse.

"Mmmhmm. Yes! Fuck yes! Baby, oh baby. Fuck!" Lilith buried her face in the sofa's warm cushion.

She was riding his face. Rafel had buried his tongue in her ass and was driving her crazy. From the nub cresting her slit to the crack of her bottom, he had doused in kisses. Her pussy and ass lay glistening before his eyes. Rafel inhaled deeply and loudly as Lilith's second orgasm claimed her supple body, her long legs shivering and her hips gyrating into his face.

Her pussy made slapping sounds with his tongue.

"Yes, baby. Now fuck that ass. Please fuck me. Pretty please..."

Rafel rose from his squatting position and clutched Lilith's hips. He needed to be deep inside her, maybe even more than she herself desired. Grabbing onto the waves of her raven hair, Rafel slammed into her ass.

He didn't bother to go slow.

Lilith was so wet she deserved every single hard ten inch.

He watched, mesmerized, as his Aunt stretched on the sofa, fluid like a goddamn serpent as she bent her back to make herself more pliant to his thrusts. "Yes. Ohh, baby! Take it. Take my fucking ass."

Rafel kept one hand to her hair. Lifted the other and slapped her shaking ass hard.

"—spank me like that." Lilith squirmed under his hold. "Just like that. Fuck yeah." Rafel was pounding hard, a sheen of sweat on both their bodies. It dropped from Rafel's exerting abs onto her arched back. And Lilith began screaming. "Fuck yes.

Baby. I'm coming. I'm fucking coming! I'm—"

Rafel couldn't hear the end of it as Lilith sent her face again to the sofa. But this time, Rafel was ready and drew her up by her hair.

"Don't fucking hide, love. Let me hear it. Give me those fucking screams! Cum for me. Cum for me, auntie. Yes!

Clench that tight fucking asshole. Let me see those fucking juices. That fucking squirt! Like a fucking river. Yessss—"

Lilith was shaking all over. The man behind her was her champion, both in battle and bed. His words brought out all the woman in her. Lilith would never free herself like this with any other person.

As Rafel spoke, she saw in her head, his amber eyes, his taut biceps, his heavy cock wedged inside her with no space whatsoever, his pelvis grinding against her ass, their scents and pleasures and panting mixing eclectically.

And she burst into flames.

Quite literally.

As she screamed out her pleasure, cumming with the ferocity of a volcano, blue flames erupted over her pale skin as Rafel kept thrusting, even as she squirted from her pussy all over the sofa, dampening the floors too.

If Rafel had been a mortal, he would be ash by now.

But her Apollyon was unrelenting. He gave and gave until her climax was just one long series of orgasms, one after another.

When she felt him tense and go rigid in her, Lilith brought up a hand to her face, pulling back her frazzled hair. "Let me see." She looked back at him as he pulled out of her ass.

The sound her insides gave off was dirty wet.

Lilith turned around and sat on the sofa, spreading her legs so he could stand between them. Seating at the couch's edge, her mouth leveled up to his cock. She licked her lips with a slow smile, knowing he knew what to do.

Rafel lifted a hand to hold up her face to his. Keeping eye contact, he jerked himself off on her exquisite goth features.

"Some tits, baby?" Lilith enquired rhetorically, before lifting her hands to drop the hem of her gown, releasing full creamy breasts that swayed in the candlelight. "There you go, my Apollyon."

She held them up as an offering, and Rafel abruptly ejaculated at the sight of her taut, peaked nipples.

He poured kegs. All over her face and breasts.

He just had to close his eyes. It was too much.

When he finally opened them, Lilith had her lips around his cock. She sucked silently on the veiny pulsing length, toying her tongue over the bulbous head. Her beautiful voluptuous body was messy with milky substance.

Lilith pulled back an inch, stroking him to a rest.

"Aren't we glad I visited, my dear?"

Rafel couldn't reply. Because he couldn't speak. But he heard Aunt Lilith's resounding melodic bubbles bounce round the candlelit Study, and back again.