Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 291: The Gallery [Valentine Special]

CORAZÓN MORTIMER PACED THE GALLERY of the Royal Castle, [East Wing]. "Today makes it the sixth day, I knew we should’ve been looking for him."

Her blue eyes were stark and hot, but at nobody in particular, and her voice was frantic. The bells of the new Cathedral had just gone for the morning’s devotion an hour ago. Bluebirds still sang on the trees sprawled across the grounds of the Castle. It was the wee hours of the morning.

Only storks and patrols had sharp sights—and Cora.

In the golden patio with her were Ravenna and Aya Naamah. The other two girls were fastened to one long cream-colored settee. Cheese, milk and bread lay in a breakfast spread with jugs of fresh-fetched honey. Neither of three had touched a plate.

The rising sun splashed this Wing of the castle, up to the winding creek around its tower. A green and silver flag with the seal of the [House of the Raven]. The wind was gentle. The lands of the realm were washed green. Rains favored the capital more than the snows. Cora, as she paced circles in the loggia was thankful; she didn’t need another dull to her mood this morning.

Though the weather: bright and beautiful, painted the high patio—several stories in the air—a sweet, marbled citrine, the color of a candle’s warm flame, the girls couldn’t joy in the beatific dawn.

The quaint moorlands below them might as well be a bog with a herd of swine slushing about.

A slender handmaiden in a jade qipao sidled close to Ravenna on the banquette, her Lady-in-waiting, Arang. "Your Majesty," she offered a steaming mug of tea, "please do eat something. The Physician—"

Ravenna cut her off with a hand raise.

"How did we miss this?" she said to her girlfriends.

Of the three girls, Aya was the most cool-headed in the patio. "It’s not the first time Dominus has gone MIA. In fact, one time in the Labyrinths of Thetis, he vanished into the [Noir World]. I haven’t felt out of our [Sire-Bond] flame. He is alive." But Cora would not be calm, despite Aya saying this.

The start of their morning up to this point had all to do with the Lord of their Harem, Israfel. Each girl had one fond memory of him now going up in their heads of when they had loved him the most.

Most times when they were fucking.

"You think the mermaids got him again?! Those blue-colored fucks. I wouldn’t put it past them."

Aya had had enough of Cora’s rambling and shot out her hand to the tall blonde; Corazón had come right down from rifle practice at Sandringham. Aya said sternly to her. "Come sit, Corazón."

"But—"

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"I wasn’t asking."

Aya petted the available corner of the couch. Cora moved toward them and dipped into it. She sat in with her knees together. One look in Aya’s purple iris and she got the message. Aya might be quietest of the bunch but she was still the strongest. [Rank A] succubus was no joke.

Aya Naamah was seated in the middle of Ravenna and Cora. She drew both girls close. Ravenna went on to wrap her arms around the busty sukky. For some inexplicable reason, Aya always smelled just the right amount of Rafel—his cologne or whatever.

Cora sat aloof. First look, anyone could tell she was difficult to impress—her buzz cut was spot-on. But somehow Rafel had dug deep into her heart and fetched out the emotion.

All of it.

Cora spoke fast, right out her belly, "and now, I-I can’t believe," she coughed, "I can’t..."

THRUM!!!

Aya immediately sat up straight.

"I can feel Dominus. LORD MASTER IS CLOSE."

Her hand dropped in Ravenna’s ebony coiffure and the young Empress withdrew from where she had rested her head on Aya’s supple chest. Cora went even stiffer. "I don’t see shit."

THRUUUM!!!

The deep reverberation came louder. Petals of red and blue roses exploded in a burst of light as a new [wreath circle] appeared; the flowers gathered into a ring, forming a pattern in thin air. It floated for a while before the girls. Aya smiled and pointed to the gilded cluster, "there. Right fucking there." The sudden light dazzled and dimmed and the ring of flowers—like a crown on a Wildling lass dropped to the ground ten feet away from Ravenna’s emerald eyes.

THRUUUM!!!

It sounded the third time. A deep whaling.

A luminous hole in the size of the [wreath circle] opened in the ground, and then gradually began expanding, till it was a full portal. The runes of it were golden. Radiant [Etheria]. The mana rolling off of it was [S class] Arcane. Slowly, from the three feet wide hole, a dark entity began to rise.

A very beautiful, red-haired demon.

"ISRAFEL!!!" The girls all jumped as one.

Cora was in his arms before he fully ascended out of the glowing circle portal. She hugged him hard.

ZAP!

The [Wreath Circle] fizzed out with a flash like a bolt in night sky. And Rafel stood on solid Eldorian ground. Once again.

"Hello, darlings." He greeted. "Don’t get me wrong. I’m pretty stoked to be the centre of your worlds, but why the sudden extravaganza?"

Cora pulled back to regard him. "What-what do you mean, extra? I was just about to bite off your head for being an asshole and leaving us hanging."

Rafel’s retort was instant. "Hanging? I didn’t leave you hanging. Aya promised soup."

Rafel watched his succubus render him a real slow smile; her brown skin polished in the morning light. Aya Naamah said, "That was six days ago."

"What!"

"Yep. You missed your soup... and all of this." She did a twirl for him.

Despite returning from the satisfaction of a nubile faerie, Rafel’s cock had a mind of its own. His little brother sprung to her delicious body. He shook his head to clear its filthy contents and understand.

"Wait. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I’ve been gone for a week?"

"Yes. I missed you so much." Ravenna hugged him the longest. Her arms dropped from his neck, right down to his waist. She only came up to his chest, and she took immense satisfaction—and pleasure in hearing his heart beat. Rafel took one look into Cora’s ocean eyes and knew she was hurt; she was clouding it with her boyish bravado.

He circled them with his arms again.

"I’m sorry."

"It’s alright," Ravenna chirped. Cora finally let her smile show. She said, "we know you’re a no-excuse kind of guy, but will you tell us what happened?"

Rafel’s citrine eyes wandered to the sulking sunrise. He said one word.

"Bellisima."

Cora intelligently put two and two together in a second. "Anna?"

"Let’s sit."

The four of them flowed back to the long sofa.

Ravenna sat half in Rafel’s lap. And they were then able to settle into breakfast with Rafel telling the story of how he’d met the soul of Annabelle in the body of a fairy Elder. If he told them about fucking her in that body, that you’d have to ask the girls. Or him. He kissed the side of Cora’s pretty head as he finished his telling. "Nevertheless, I’m so glad to be back. The Seely realm in all its beauty can’t equate you girls. I’m sorry I was away.

I can’t imagine what I would do if one of you went missing—even for a day. Trust that I’ll pick up on my studies of [Time matrix] across realms." He felt up the sides of Ravenna’s ribs, "now please can I get a kiss."

Aya didn’t waste any time in gluing her lips to his mouth. Ravenna watched them kiss with bright emerald eyes, eagerly admiring the juicy way Aya did him with her tongue. Cora didn’t immediately succumb but in the moment she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t horny. Rafel’s yellow eyes landed on hers and she dipped in. "Mi Corazón," said he in her soft pressuring lips.

Ravenna giggled. "Here we were thinking Dementa had seduced you off to long bouts of unholy tryst."

"Unholy trusts?" Rafel wanted to confirm.

Cora laughed, saying as she put her bottom deeper into his groin, "yep. We hear she’s elevated [Rank C] futanari now." Rafel loved the way her round butt was massaging the impression of his penis. He let her roll her hips all she wanted. He said, "the Seely realm has pushed the bar on the things I’m willing to believe. That said, my darlings, I didn’t return from the glory of [Etheria] empty-handed."

He snapped his fingers.

Click!

Without saying a word, his gifted system got his command and executed loudly. It was one of the few times Peitho allowed her voice to be heard by someone other than her [Host]. Even the girls did admit to the sexiness of her voice.

[DING! Host’s Request Confirmed!]

[One HEL POCKET opening now.]

Red light, deep as flowing blood, exploded before them in the gallery, bathing everything in a spooky halo. A deep gulley opened a bit away; its mouth like the yawn of a [Bloodsucker].

"What the—" Ravenna started.

She didn’t get to finish when the hellmouth portal coughed up a little treasure—into her hands.

She caught it.

"A [Darkasher]." She fondled the little blood runic book in the palm of her hand.

Rafel bent his head, studying her building smile. "A queen needs her own protection.

The hellmouth: a dimension shot straight from the Abyss coughed up more dark gifts. Peitho was right there, naming the presents off as the girls caught them. Cora got a necklace conjured of [Darkfyre].

[Ding! Amulet of Chenöwét]

Aya shrieked when hers: a tiny fox familiar from the [2nd Hel Plane] leaped into her hands. "Oh, my Lord, you know exactly what your servant needs."

She wrapped her body around Rafel as the blue fox curled her nine tails around her midriff. The way Aya sat on the banquette, her pretty big bust was up in his face. Rafel decided he’d buy the whole world of Hell Foxes if he got to smell her boobies up close like this. He was tempted to pull down her string material and suck those engorged nipples.

Brrrr!!!

Dive into her robust chest.

The girls were pretty turned on. They slid up and down against his arms, like overeager cats. Rafel had just wrapped his right palm against the fleshy abundance of Aya’s titties when—

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Two taps on a near banister. Rafel was fully under tits and ass, and didn’t want to come up air. But then he heard a familiar voice.

"Apologies, Your Imperial Majesty."

Only one person in the stewardship of the House of the Raven insisted on calling the Queen in so much reverence. The four of them turned with pink faces from their light petting to a girl with striking indigo in her hair.

"Agent Moira," Rafel’s baritone went around the patio. Moira blushed big. "I have news." The sun hit gold in her magenta curls. She fiddled with her fingers. "News from Flamecrest."