Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 244 Raven [18+]

[#lovesex #vanilla #jailbait #intense #brunette]

AYA NAAMAH FREED HERSELF of the cloth binds at her wrists with a single slash of her pinky claw. The tip of her nail was iridescent and sharper than a hunting falcon's talon. It curved and cut through the silk chains like thread.

After this she stretched out her arms, basking in satiation of having her whole body massaged by the [divine man-wolf] that was her Lord Master. He that had pounded her pussy so deeply she still felt the swelling of his cock—like he was still arrowed in her. A phantom dick.

Her limbs held a little pain from his domination, but she would have it no other way. Her sex felt utterly fulfilled, the reddened slit farting sludges of his hot semen. Aya put a hand down to her pussy: the glistening seam of her lips; she dipped a finger in and tasted his cum.

He was the real man. Salty. Velvet. Coarse. He had a rich taste.

The succubus spread out her legs wide, her soft thighs up against her belly, her thick supernatural body nude and creamed in musk; she smiled and purred on her back, licking Israfel's spunk off her punani. His creampie showed well on her loved-up cunt.

"Dirty girl." Rafel promptly smacked the inside of her thigh. Aya giggled. She didn't drop her legs.

Israfel gloried in the union of his harem. The sect of his concubines was one that they all enjoyed each other; he enjoyed them. Each girl brought a unique spice to their lovemaking. And whenever they tangled, there was no battle to please or awkward misplacement of limbs.

They were synced to fuck. All of them.

"I love your taste in mouth." Aya sucked her wet forefinger. "I want you inside, always."

"Oh my beautiful slave. You don't have to tell me twice. But I do need a moment."

The girls broke into shared giggling when Rafel said this. Cora was finally animate again, and she rose to get him some water. Rafel admired her tiny waist as she journeyed to a brass jug at the corner of the huge chamber, and back again. "Thank you." He collected the tumbler and gulped it all.

Cora too climbed the bed so that they were now four in it. She scooted up just as Hosanna crawled for Aya's side. The desert princess, petite and ashen in her innocent nakedness, laid down on her belly before Aya's upraised thighs.

"May I?" she said.

"Mhmm... and what do we have here?" Rafel put out his hand. The empty tumbler left his grasp, floating to a near mantel by a gust of his [shadow influence] which appeared as a spooky cloud that wrapped around the cup and carried it to its destination.

He grabbed a pillow and watched Hosanna nuzzle at Aya's exposed entrance.

Traces of his cum were still visible and leaking out of the succubus' fat lips, gooey with her own scent and musk. Her pussy looked as fine butter slather.

Aya bit on her bottom lip and asked of the girl:

"What exactly are you asking, bambiná?"

Aya's use of the Ingrish term of endearment for a young sexpot: bambiná, gave Hosanna all the courage she needed to say the words, "I wanna taste you."

Before Aya could certainly nod her approval for the sixteen year-old to perform cunnilingus on her damp fat pussy, Hosanna already had her tongue out. She mopped up the seam of Aya's heat with pink velvet.

"Yum." She licked at her entrance, up her moist labia, from her hole up to her slit.

But then Aya told her in a hissing moan.

"You look so hot down there, little girl. But I do not desire your tongue. I'd rather your face."

Hosanna pushed deeper into her slit, stuffing her nose and eyes into Aya's snatch.

"Yes! Sniff that poon. Smell that ass and cunt. You like stuffing your face in a creampie, yeah? Here's a little bush for you too. Oh yeah! There you go, love. Eat that pussy. Get your face all up in there."

Slurp!

"Ohhhh."

Slurp! Slurp!

Her small hands pushed his thighs wider. And he let her.

'Who am I kidding? I want to bang the green out of her eyes.'

Ravenna's hands found his cock without her even looking down. With her leafy eyes trained on his, she started pumping slow, jerking him off. She had to work with both her hands—because he was that big. As big as her wrist—she measured it.

Up. Down. Up. Down. She pumped his fatness.

Rafel had dreamt of wanking to her image. But of her doing the wanking... hell! He was in limbo.

Slug! Slug!

"Do you like it? Am I pleasing you?"

Slug!

'Are you kidding me?' he wanted to say. But his voice had just up and disappeared on him. He struggled to keep her eyes. His gaze was like, "you're about to commit murder by handjob."

Slug! Slug! Slug! Slug!

Ravenna increased the tempo of her small hands. The second she saw a bead of precum dot his rod, she leaned in and swallowed whole his throbbing penis. She felt him swell in her mouth, bobbing and fattening and lengthening. She rolled her soft tongue around his vibrant erection. And Rafel suddenly found his voice. He had just.

"Goddamn, Little Raven. I can't handle your mouth. I can't. Please, spare me this time."

GLUG! GLUG!

Ravenna sucked him deliciously, clearly a novice to giving head—but by no means terrible at it. Whatever she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She gripped to Rafel's hard, manly thighs for a bit and kept dipping her head to throat him down before feeling him stiffen. Only then did she release him.

GLUG! GLUG! Pop!

He slid out her mouth wetly, landing heavily as a cucumber in front of her eyes. Rafel felt his dick already tightened to orgasm. He quickly grabbed the swell roughly and rubbed the hardness to curb the priming.

"Come, my Little Raven," he said to her when he has successfully managed to delay dousing her face with his sudden seed, "I want to do this the right way."

Taking her hand, he brought her up to the bed and lay her down. He was very gentle when he entered her. He took her vanilla.

Her only resistance was from her body's biology. In minutes, he had pulled off her shift and they were both panting and clutching. He didn't choke her or anything; he wanted to love her proper—he really did.

They fit like a glove. Their bodies. Him inside her. She was hot and so tight on him. His cock felt her little twitches and she felt his jerks. She pulled his head down, kissing him. She touched him. Felt his chest up against her perky breasts. His heart. He suckled her. She kneaded his back, arching on the white sheets. At their left and right, the other girls watched in bright eyes.

They touched Rafel.

Cora kissed his back and neck, licking at sweat. Aya's hand treaded his silky scarlet hair. Hosanna held Ravenna's hand.

For their first time—and forever, Rafel wanted to give her the best out of their passion, and so when he felt her graspingly embrace him and stiffen, he clutched to the tops of the headboard and imprisoned his cock inside of her.

It was the most perfect joining. This position. . .he had her at her G-spot.

And they came together.

Ravenna climaxed screaming his name.

"Ohh, Israfel. Israfel! Israfel!"

They stayed that way: vanilla and conjoined for a long while. Rafel didn't pull out. She wouldn't let him. His body became hers, and hers, his. With the rest of his harem gathered close to their couple, Rafel finally opened his eyes from the hurricane of sexual fulfillment.

Aya Naamah gently rubbed at the leaking sweat of his ridged torso. Corazón urged his hip motions still softly grinding inside. Hosanna watched, in absolute awe. And Ravenna... she drew his head down and kissed him.