Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

A WEEK PASSED SWIFTLY following Ravenna's arrival to the Emberfall Manor. His Grace, Rafel was particularly grateful that the Principality, Mephistopheles, hadn't come yet to collect on his blood debt. Rafel rather liked having the Little Raven around. Though she always acted like she despised his monicker for her, her green eyes lit up every single one of those times.

For no one had ever cared enough about Ravenna—to bother with a nickname.

She was simply that pretty teenager with the tight ass at the seaside pub where she'd worked. She knew her boss would be worried. But only for a day or two. The winds of change blew gorgeous nice girls like her, with so little as an ounce of ambition, in one direction only.

The brothels.

In Ravenna's world, you'd find many a lass pretty as the Eldorian sunrise but lacking the fortune of being born into nobility skirting the outer streets of the city, beckoning to strangers in skimpy outfits, calling from high balconies, cupping their assets and promising the wayward eye that a paradise bloomed right there in their milky bosoms.

"Come have a taste, me fine man!" She'd heard girls her age, but twice endowed in bust, call from alleyways.

Growing up to this very reality made her of a pragmatic mind, approaching the world expecting no favors. And so, to have a man stupidly wealthy and grandly wild as the Earl take interest in her was unimaginable. Rafel himself didn't know his godly status in her eye. Throughout the week, he avoided her mostly and took every occasion he could to miss the striking path of her emerald pupils.

"System! Stats!" Rafel called that morning as he walked into the wide dining area.

Candles still flickered as he settled himself at the head of the long table. It was a minute past six o'clock. Rafel was an early bird. But Emberfall was a secluded property, and in such alpine glory, the sun rose late and dimmed early.

[Ding!] A rattling filled his head as a large screen, high as it was wide, filled the space over the burnished breakfast table.

[Infernal System, reporting to Rank A Hell Lord!]

[Current Status]

[Armory: Sufficient in Battle, namely;

One Epic Sphinx battlecoat derived from slain adversary.

One Divine Resurrection Amulet, gift from Rank S Hell Queen.

Three Legendary Dragonscale chainmail, also gift from Rank S Hell Queen.

One Blessed Fey Charm, gift from Fairy Queen.

Weaponry, collectively Hallowed, can be pulled at will from pocket dimension.]

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[Infernal System Report ended.]

Rafel watched the bright screen for a while. Then he nodded and swiped at the air. The shiny notification letters blended into the air until the space over the table was blank again.

Rafel drummed his fingers on the burnished table. His current system was sufficient for battle. But not sufficient for a battle against Meph. Whatever was keeping The Fallen at bay, Rafel prayed it kept him longer. Right now, the only arsenal of his Rafel mused could stand a chance was his,

"Black Death Behemoth." He spoke aloud.

And he hadn't used that frankly horrifying version of himself since he was twelve and some Bonereaver bullies had tried to rape him in a grimy alley.

He only called on Behemoth at severe occasions of need.

Rafel's fingers stopped tapping when he heard sounds of approaching feet. Corazón cleared into the dining area, and he smiled. She too, was an early bird, built for the role as Chamberlain which she held.

"Good Morning, Your Grace." She greeted, grinning.

The uniformed stewards behind her moved to begin arranging silverware of ready breakfast on the long table. All their heads were bent and none looked on the omnipresent stature of the Lord of the Manor.

"One of these days you'll forget yourself and call me Rafel." He teased.

"No. I won't." Cora laughed warmly.

Then she walked calmly towards Rafel's seat at the head of the table. Leaning down, she bent over his sprawled legs. "May I, my Lord? Her Eminence commanded before her departure that I always ensure your sexual needs are met every morning and evening."

Rafel smiled, lifting a hand to her waist as she leaned over him. He ran his palm over the gap of skin showing between her sky-blue top and tight silk pants. She was warm there.

"Is this really obedience to Lilith's instructions, or merely an excuse to touch my cock?"

"Can't it be both, Your Grace?" Cora returned close to his face.

"Oh, Corazón!" Rafel inhaled.

Cora was loving the path his large hand had taken to her ass and she let him feel behind to the dip between her legs. Since he hadn't refused her, she put her hand slowly down to his thigh, feeling up to his penis.

He was big and hard, his cock meaty against his thigh.

"I–I'm sorry, my Lord," Cora croaked.

"Don't be." Rafel squeezed her pert bottom, whispering close to her face. "The fucking air makes me hard."

"Should I fetch Aya? Or if you prefer, I can take you in myself. I don't promise it'll be good as hers but—"

Just then, Ravenna walked in, yawning loudly. She was still in her chosen pink pajamas and moaned delightfully, seeing the table already arranged in a breakfast gallore. Jars of honey and milk, hot tubs of chocolate and vanilla. A basket of sliced bread loaves. Boiled eggs in holders. Tea kettles of pure gold.

Porcelain cups and saucers. And a vase of freshly plucked water lilies.

When her squinty eyes zoned on Rafel at the head of the table, Cora bent over him, his hand palming her ass, hers gripping scandalously over a tent in his slacks, her green pupils zoomed in earnest.

"Do I even wanna know?"

"No." Rafel growled, angry at the interruption. Somehow, the last thing he wanted was for Little Raven to see him as a sex-crazed person.

He pulled Cora's small hand off his swollen dick at the same time she turned to Ravenna. Her blue eyes spitting fire, Cora lifted up and glared at her.

"You know what I think? You might as well know what's going on. We all here at the Manor do WHATEVER it takes to keep His Grace happy. We love him and love making him happy. We don't strut around like some vainglorious princess with her head in the clouds, wishing this was a fairytale and some dashing prince is going to come save her.

Hate to break it you, Princess. This isn't a fairytale. Everyone in Emberfall is your literal nightmare, down to the fucking pups you play with at the kernel, thinking they are cute Rottweilers but are actually savage, man-eating Hellhounds. Everyone here has a job!

You don't see us prancing about in fluffy pink slippers wishing the world were gay and bright, Princess. Or should I say, ex-princess?"

Corazón had been walking as she spoke, and now stood fuming in front of Ravenna—who she had a good three inches over. All the sleep was gone from Ravenna's eyes, and Rafel behind them put his fingers to his temples.

One would think a week would have being ample time to settle their differences.

"Here we go again." He sighed into his hands just as Ravenna shot up to her tiptoes to lash out at Cora also.

"So you think you're better than me, is that it? I'm the spoilt brat who doesn't know how to do shit. I've been cleaning after myself since I was five. Fucking five years old! But look, because she likes pink, then she's got to be a princess, huh? But you...you are the strong, tall one.

The lighthouse in the gale?" Ravenna laughed into Cora's face. "You think you're a fucking frigate, huh?! Tell me, is that why you wear trousers all the time. You want to be a man—"

"I have no desire to be a man!" Cora huffed, fuming.

Ravenna pushed her face into Cora's, smirking. "Could've had me fooled. Bet you like to fuck girls too! When was the last time you had something in your pussy? Something that wasn't your own hand?"

In that moment, Corazón's eyes sparked literal blue fire and she lifted her hand to strike Ravenna across the face.

"Don't you dare! Don't you fuckin' dare do it." Ravenna spat, ducking under the force of the raised hand and hiding out her face under her palm.

"ENOUGH!" Rafel roared at both women.

Aya Naamah rushed in at her Lord Master's booming voice, and was confronted with a tense breakfast table. Cora's hand froze mid-air and she gently lowered it to her side.

Rafel was on his feet. His amber eyes were troubled as he began speaking,

"Just three women! I have just three women in this house. And yet, I can have no fucking peace? Uncle Asmodeus has five hundred. Five hundred women! And I don't hear them screaming off at each other at fucking breakfast.

All I wanted this morning was a nice cup of tea before I go out with the Queen to this little party in the Woods that she's having. But no, you guys can't even let me drink in peace."

"I'm sorry." Ravenna lowered her head.

It was Corazón who walked back to Rafel's towering form, taking his hand and kissing it. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. Forgive me. Since you are going to see the Queen, should I package a light brunch pack for you to go along with?"

Rafel pulled his hand away from her. In silence, he pushed back the chair and began walking out the dining room. He was not smiling.

"I'm coming with you, Lord Master!" Aya called, hurrying out behind him.

"No, you're not!" Rafel turned back with a growl. "What you will do is stay here with these two and keep them from fucking ripping out each other's hair. Tie them up to a bedpost if you have to. I expect to return to a peaceful home this evening. Understand?"

He looked around to all three beautiful young women. They all nodded.

"Good." Rafel turned and was out the door before any of them had the chance to apologize again.

He ignored the dinging of his system's notifications in his head as he strode purposefully to his armored carriage, determined to forget this morning by dissolving in whatever debauchery the Fey Queen had planned. It had to be some serious hedonism if she was picking the forest as a venue. Feyfolk! Try as they might, the wild was their home.

In the silent opulent dining area of the Manor, the three women regarded each other with guilty eyes. And Corazón rushed to the high windows just in time to hear the reins slap on the horses and His Grace's carriage rush out the grounds, taking the forest path north.

"Happy now?" Aya mumbled in the silence.

It was only when Rafel was ten kilometers deep in the Woods with much-needed serenity roundabout that he leaned back in his carriage's seat and allowed his system's notifications to slide through his mind's eye.

[Ding!] It chimed.

[Three horny females in close proximity!]

This was ten minutes ago.

Rafel laughed aloud as his ride rumbled along a sloshing creek in the forest.

Silly him for scolding them. He should have bent them over and spanked their full arses one after the other. Nothing sparked hotter passion than some fiery argument.

"Shit." Rafel berated himself. "I could've being in a very passionate foursome right now if I'd played my cards right."

Always listen to the System! He mused. Well, thank fuck he was heading straight for yet another fierce Fairy beauty. Rafel shifted in his seat to ease the fat prod of his erection against his pants. This time, he was determined to let go to some good ol' hardcore fucking.