Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 243 Servantgirl [18+]

[#BDSM #choking #horned #waifu #bigbreasts]

"Naamah. Get me water."

Rafel said this laid on his back on the great bed. The sheets smelled like autumn preserves of [fairy dust]. He immediately guessed it was Hosanna. Or it could be Corazón; now that she was a [Ghost girl], she did have the natural fragrance of garden pixies.

It was very nice to breathe in. He took in the smell in deep gulps. He was gratified for the musk of both girls' lady-cum on him. Hosanna had creamed his dick. And Corazón had left him doused in her so beautiful squirting, his golden abs and shoulder blades glistening under the chamber's lamps like a painted dancer in a god's private soiree.

If he ever ran out of his billions, posing as Apollo or Adonis for plutocrats was certain employment. But with whom and what his relatives were, he had doubt he would ever, forever run out of money: big fucking [soul coins] to spend.

Lilith wouldn't let him. Even at odds, she'd sooner gift him a [Sun Pagoda] than see him on a pole... unless he was dancing for her.

As for the 'what' in his earlier thought, nowadays, he was just learning he had paternal-side uncles who were Minotaurs and cousins who were centaurs and nymphs. Somewhere across the centuries of his existence, Lucifer had stopped killing his monster kids. That could be the only explanation for the explosion of mutant bastards.

A shadow fell on him and he lifted his half-closed eyelids to Aya Naamah. She was topless, perhaps the most beautiful darkish fiend he had ever seen. The clarion fact of her demonic heritage made her hotter. The openess in which she accepted her sin origins. At the moment, she rocked her glittery blue skin. Her whole body sparkled, like she was made of little glinting precious stones.

"Your water, Dominus."

She bent over.

Her delectable swells pressed together in a deep accent: the valley of delicious blue lust; her breasts rubbing up tantalizingly. The only cover of cloth she wore was a silk flowy skirt. It was down to only her mid thighs. She looked gypsy. A blue villager.

Rafel gave her a slow perusal as he took the silver goblet and drank. And with her dipping, her gold-tipped twin horns began to push out.

Her succubian transformation was absolute to look at.

Her dark, inky tresses parted, unwrapping in waves of ebony: shiny and thick and layered in fragrance oil. Ten seconds later, at their full length, Aya's horns stayed proudly atop her head—six inches long. Her [Bond] rune: inverted and violet glowed at the center of her temples. Like a third eye, it visibly became luminous, just like the orbs of her flirting eyes.

Her eyes were rich magenta. It could kill.

In the face of Aya's stark beauty, Hosanna could not hold her admiration and she rolled over from the top side of the bed, leaving her pillows at the headboard. She touched the pointy tip of one horn.

"Wow! It's... I-It," her breath hitched. "I've heard stories. I've seen plenty in caricatures. But never actually seen a transformation in the real. You are scary beautiful. So. Scary. Beautiful." The sixteen year-old enunciated.

Aya gave a nod of appreciation. But mostly, her attention was turned to her [Sire].

To the heat in his volcanic eyes stroking the curves of her like a languid hearth. Rafel congratulated himself inwardly at the sight of her large, round boobs. 'I have a mesmerizing succubus in my harem. It ain't ego. Or maybe it is. Who gives a shit? I'm not gonna be meek about having a gorgeous, voluptuous bitch all to myself. And better, she doesn't grow old. I'm gonna have her choking on my cock soon enough. Oh yeah! You rock, dude!'

Rafel was smiling, thinking all this to himself.

. . .until he tasted what was in the goblet Aya had given him.

[???? Guilty Pleasure – JoJo Siwa.]

"This ain't water!"

"Yes, Dominus. It is wine." The blue succubus glowed in body glitter. Her voice was like fucking sex. How could he be mad?

And then he realized: "You did this on purpose? To rile me up?"

Aya's gorgeous eyes only twinkled. She kept her full lips shut. She was crazy hot. And her obedience always did Rafel in. He lasted one second only.

"Ohh. Ohh! Dominus. Yes, m'lord. These tits are yours. Suck my large breasts. Yes, Sire. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Fuck yeah. Just like that. Suck it just like—"

Rafel jumped to his feet and slammed his cock inside her mouth.

Squish!

His head fell back with sweet fucking release, and the end of his scarlet hair brushed his nape.

Rafel kept Aya's arms chained behind with one hand. And with the other, he grabbed the gilded adamantine of her right horn and thrust her mouth.

"Open wide, servantgirl."

Glug! Glug!

"You love this dick. I know you do, you dirty slut. Feel my balls slapping against your jaw. I'm gonna cum on your face. In your fucking dirty whore ass! Anywhere I want to. I own you. Yes, you wanton bitch. Suck it good."

Glug! Glug! Glug!

Rafel's giant penis pummeled Aya's wide lips. She guzzled saliva on him, choking and smelling. He pulled back a second and she panted with pleading sinful eyes.

"Oh yeah, you want more?!"

GLUGGG!

She did something with her mouth: a suction, holding him in. And Rafel throbbed hard.

"Oh fuck. Enough."

He pulled out fast, before her errant tongue made him shoot his load. Breathing raggedly, his penis was ridged by hard veins. It looked like a monster's shaft. Aya Naamah was staring at it. Licking her fucking lips.

"You devil woman! You seek to destroy me." Rafel growled.

He pushed her flat on the bed, facedown on the mattress.

Rip! He tore off her little silk skirt and bound her hands with the tatters. He caged her legs with his knees. Flat on her stomach, she was completely suppliant to his use. And abuse. His right hand went to her neck, curling around her throat. He pushed her face into the sheets. And then with a triumphant primordial groan, he angled himself at her heat and gave them what the both wanted.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

In three strokes, Rafel broke.

Aya broke at the first.

She was jerking, rasping her hitched moaning into the opal bedsheets, filthy wet in sex sweat, coming really fucking hard, when Rafel fell forward on her too. He lay there—groin to her fat ass, spasming loads of hot cum. His eyes were shut tight.

They jerked into each other. They forgot about the other girls. They didn't give a fuck about the glass-room.

"Holy fuck."

Splat! Splat!

Rafel pulled out thickly from her ass, unloading more milky spunk onto her great butt. Traces of wine still showed on her fine blue skin. Her body held glitter like cloud treasure. She turned around finally, and she was like a painting of a starry night.

Blue. Studded. Absolutely fucking beautiful.