Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 280 Disrobing the Queen [18+]

[#slightnudity #harem]

RAVENNA DE VRÍES looked touched by the finger of a [Gold Saint] as she came down appareled in silk so fine it reminded Rafel of the feathers on a high Seraphim. Her gown was flawless and creeped the gilded case in lustrous emerald.

The hall of dignitaries was in thrall; of the Harcourt diamonds glittering in a flood. In a roomful of hot spectacles, Ravenna was the sun.

A sun of silver and jade.

"Distinguished Statesmen:" the Vizier of the Royal House announced in a big smile that split his face, "—hark! Her Imperial Majesty! The Dawnstar and [Redeemer], Regent of the Nine Realms, Protector of the kingdoms of Men, Keeper of the [Eternal Flame], Lady of House de Vríes, YOUR EMPYREAN EMPRESS, Queen Ravenna!!!"

The Statesmen didn't need to clap, but they did.

The present [dignitas] in the hall rivalled Olympus.

Rafel had been inside Zeus's daughter, so he sure knew what the fuck was on.

Beside him, Corazón gasped at the enchantment of the moving Queen stepping slowly in her radiant dress. It was hard to believe this was the same doe-eyed girl that had showed up wet and panting in Emberfall. But then those leaf green, Irish eyes did not lie. It was the same Ravenna alright. And those jade eyes right now held all the smoky sexiness of a roaming panther.

It slid across the Florentine tiled floors, past the coiffed heads of grand lords and ladies, sweeping still until it came by the tallest man in the room.

And then it halted.

The [Empyrean] Empress, of all the Statesmen at the party, needed the attention of only one man.

As the electrified halls watched, she stepped in rich company of her filigreed handmaidens down the last case and started for this hallowed man. He too was in company of two most gorgeous girls. Noble men and women of Great Houses bent their heads as she passed by. The Queen reached the throuple.

"Lord Blüdthïrste."

"Empress." Rafel went down in a careful bow.

He was the special man.

Cora at his side was still lost in the throes of admiring Ravenna's beauty; of the harem of the Hel prince, perhaps, she was the most gay. Clad in her pressed ceremonial military suit, she too was a vision. Ravenna ran her green eyes unabashedly over Cora's profile. She perused Rafel and the two girls with openly flirty attention. It was no secret to anyone in here they were fucking.

Under his breath, Rafel whispered, "my queen."

Ravenna blushed, leaned in and whispered back. "Let's get this over with quickly, shall we?"

Aya Naamah, the smashing chica on Rafel's other arm, smiled at this and feigned ignorance, making Ravenna flush even more: "Is my queen really suggesting what I think she is?"

"Shh!" Ravenna giggled.

In the bedroom, they could play all they wanted. But for appearance sake, she hoped these souls she loved with all her heart wouldn't make her blush anymore. Ravenna opened her mouth, about to say something else when a new, high-pitched voice joined their private dialogue. "Your Imperial Majesty." Lady Margaretta Scazazzi cut in, "if I may. Your fitting this evening is a dream. Aye. Worthy of the Empress of the Continent."

Lady Scazazzi wore a plastered smile.

Taller in her heeled glass slippers, Ravenna looked upon the noble Lady and blinked. She had never known Margaretta to be a flatterer. Being stupid rich as she was afforded her freedom from that; the lady didn't need to kiss ass. So why—

"May I speak with the Rebellion hero for a sec?"

And there it was.

Ravenna smiled sweetly, shaking her head. She knew Rafel would never lack for female attention anywhere he went—as long as females dwelled there. It was something primal. But she also had come to trust his judgement. You know how many women they'd come across from the days of his Earlship. Hot women?

Ravenna dipped at the waist, even though it wasn't customary. But it was a public show of respect: a dip from the Empress, that further raised the bar of Rafel's [dignitas] amongst the gathering.

"As you were," she spoke softly. And Rafel bowed again.

"Oh, stop it, ha," Ravenna giggled. She moved to smack away Aya's wanton hand.

A third limb caught it. Just as a smoky but verily a feminine voice drawled in purrs behind her.

"Ah Ah." Cora tsked, her breath hot on the back of Ravenna's neck, touching down her spine. "We are not in the robust halls anymore. We can do whatever we wish with you now, Your Majesty?" The last part was accented with such heavy sex it was unholy to listen to.

At this moment, Ravenna was already shivering to be hands-on with Rafel. Plus the other girls weren't making it any easier to not get wet.

Rafel put out his hands to her dress.

"Please, allow me, m'lord," Cora breathed to him. And out from behind Ravenna, she put her hands to work on the binding silver strings of the Queen's magnificent bodice. As a woman herself, Cora knew her way around a corset and made short work of it. "Ahh... there we go." Rafel growled. His citrine demonic eyes licked up every inch of the porcelain skin Cora was exposing.

Aya was down on her knees, freeing Ravenna of her glass slippers and stockings. They took their time with her, but not too much.

Being disrobed by three ravishing inhumans, Ravenna was lost in need. She didn't know where to turn. Cora pulled off her corset and tossed it far off in a rosebush. Her motions had turned harsher. She was getting aroused too. Cora was pushing the truffles of her regal gown down Ravenna's youthful legs. She tried to look down on the warm fingers trailing her skin. But then Rafel grabbed under her chin.

"No. Look at me, darling."

And he kissed her hard.

The kiss was shared. It was full of release. And when his tongue touched hers, he lit a kindle deep in the pit of her belly. Rafel swamped her mouth with his. Ravenna moaned, her little hands falling to his chest as she felt cool air touch her nipples. She was losing more clothes.

Rafel pulled away, leaving her breathless and panting. He bit on her bottom lip, not wanting to be more than an inch parted from those blooming lips.

"Me next, baby," Cora whispered.

She turned Ravenna's head back to her and took her mouth next. Cora's kiss was even rougher than Rafel's. She had Ravenna shuddering in her arms in seconds. "I want you so bad," she tongued down Ravenna's milky body, taking off the straps of her remnant chemise with her teeth.

As the shift fell, flesh even more immaculate than the nightie came to light.

"You have the body of a fairy, my love." Your next read is at empire

Rafel blew hot breath on her small, perky breasts.

"Feet of an angel." Aya volunteered below.

The brown-skinned succubus worked her way up again on the queen's legs, touching her inner thighs soft as she rose to her feet. She said in a bedroom purr: "disrobing the Queen in the court gardens, how scandalous?"

Ravenna tried to giggle but then she saw Aya bring Rafel's head down to her and kiss his filthy. And all her laughter faded to desire. There was something about a Sukky being frenched hard—right in front of you.

Ravenna didn't even know when she said,

"I want you all in bed with me."

"Really, Little Raven?" Rafel turned from sucking on Aya's mouth.

Ravenna practically jumped into his arms.

"That's an order, you handsome devil."

"Well then, Your Majesty," Rafel easily lifted her off the floors, smacking her pert nude butt, "Yippee Hiho!" She giggled and snuggled, very feminine and cute in the way he held her. She had no tattoos. No marking. Just innocent, girly Ravenna.

His Half-Angel.

His [Redeemer].

The succubus followed them up, exposing more ass and boobs—hers on the ample side; her clutch seemed forever on Rafel's bulge. Cora was the last one behind, struggling with the buttons of her military shirt, tripping on her damn pants, but up with them she went. The stairwell behind the court gardens was soon a mess of nobly clothes.

The delicate Empress, carried off by her brawny demon was thanking her lucky stars the freaking stairs hadn't been used in few hundred years—give or take.