Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 328: Taxi Girl [18+]

[#hot #taxi #sweaty #doggy]

"THE BITCH WASN’T there then?" All the [C.S.A] Agents immediately knew whom the Lt. General spoke of when she’d asked the question—in Titans Landing there was only one huge bitch these days. But Rafel’s sudden bloody appearance had spooked them all into stone. So when he shook his head in the negative no one dared ask another question. Corazón in particular stared daggers at anyone in the buggy who looked at his bloodied hands twice.

As the large carriage rolled forward it was only the sounds of wheels turning and the nocturnal birds that broke the silence.

[Ding!]

[Host has fulfilled One Hidden Quest...]

[Claiming the Soul of a Sinner Priest!]

[PROWESS: Rank B]

[What shall Lord host name this damned soul?]

’This is really not the time.’ In his head, Rafel said. He did not speak aloud. Peitho was miles away from Vallon-de-Grâce, the wretched forest of this parish, so he couldn’t grab her big, stupid hair and shake her good. His system only showed notifications for [Arcane Rune] when it was really big rewards, like a Legendary Talisman or Divine-tier Totem – in this case the condemned soul of an unrighteous Vicar. She knew him that well not to bother with low-ranking leveling. And Rafel didn’t like the Highfather anyway. He was more than happy to trade the man to the Abyss’s smoky gullet, especially after finding the man feeling the sorry altar boy up.

He liked to have the soul of a Blessed priest among his Necro-soldiers but he really didn’t think Peitho would ring up only one reward after he’d bashed eighteen heads.

Nor did he want to talk about it.

He flicked off a spot of blotchy muscle mass that had somehow stuck to his forearm in his rush from the chapel. It seemed to be a torn piece of scalp.

The Agent closest to him in the moving van, Turner hiccuped at the sight and quickly turned his gaze away from Rafel’s burning gold eyes. Cora looked to the stricken man and back again at Rafel. "You want to talk about it?"

His head was bowed as she gripped to his arm. "No." He gave. While Moira Kane sat straighter in her own seat, Cora merely rubbed his crimson hand—wet blood coating her fingers. She was used to his one-word answers.

[You should talk about it.]

’I thought I told you to back off,’ he droned at Peitho telepathically, ’You do know I can grab and spank you now that you’ve evolved or whatever.’

This shut Peitho up—but not for the reasons Rafel thought.

She was His Subservient. Of course she wanted to be spanked.

Cora did say nothing for a while. She kept her hands on him though, caressing his back and arm. The small towel Moira had offered him to wipe his face was a slob on the floors of the carriage; soaked in blood and excess body matter. "W-When I saw them... I-I didn’t think." Rafel’s bass was sudden inside the van. Everyone had set their minds that he wouldn’t speak, that they’d have to get insider information about what really happened from Cora much, much later. But his timber voice abruptly began, and everybody in the carriage literally pulled a chair. They were all very quiet.

"...I wasn’t thinking. It was just," he sighed, "very conflicting a sight. When I walked down those steps into the sanctum, I was expecting. . .I don’t know what I was expecting really. But it wasn’t a dozen plus naked, gyrating priests." He dropped the bombshell.

"Holy Martyr!" gasped Turner.

Rafel went on coldly like he hadn’t heard a sound. He certainly wasn’t talking for ’Agent Turner’.

"—everybody’s cock and arse was in everybody’s mouths. I-I just started punching at that point. Their feeble bones gave like twigs. Their sorry-ass nudity such a disease to my eyes. I think I shredded one monk in two and cut off another’s head with my hand," he paused a second to glance at his left wrist, painted in the evidence. "They were weak, depraved fucks. I didn’t even need to use this." Rafel unsheathed from his [Helpocket] a dagger with an emerald gem: a gift from Ravenna—her own jade guild.

Before the hungry eyes of Moira Kane and her Agents could access the weapon, Cora plucked the dark blade off his hands and smoothly slipped it away in the band on her thighs.

Rafel went quiet, again.

DUM! DUM!

Cora pounded the roof of the carriage. "EVERYBODY OUT!"

None of the Agents so much as uttered a sound as the carriage slowed its roll. She was after all a Lieutenant General. And for a woman to be [Rank S] in a city like Titans Landing was by no means a small feat. The carriage door rolled and Moira led the way out first. She looked about; they were lucky, the gates of the Castle were in sight. Cora dished out her last order to the Agents: "Rest awhile in the province. And then await my letter so that you may call on us."

Moira saluted, "Aye, General." And she walked off into the empty streets.

It was the wee hours of the morning. A dozen stranded [C.S.A] Agents was quite surprising for the dawn patrols.

The second the buggy’s door shut Cora shouted to the carriage man. "Take the long way about."

Going around the Imperial Palace would guarantee a solid fifteen minutes. Cora smiled in the van. Inside was really big—which was good. Very good. Alone in the swanky interior with Rafel she pulled the hand she was holding into her lap. Rafel’s gold eyes swamped hers. "What is this about?" His voice was deeper—tremored.

Cora, still smiling let his palm slip in between the dip of both her thighs. The warmth of that hollow place had his heart begin an athlete’s rhythm.

She winked.

His fair brows raised.

"Oh, mi corazón." He choked out—an appreciative groan. "You know me better than Hel."

In Rafel’s world, this was a great compliment—go figure. And to think he had not taken this girl on a first date. Rafel gazed longingly at Cora, his gorgeous tomboy. Her appeal was off the charts. "Damn—" a low growl from him. "You are so fiiiine." He was breathless; her sweet laps allowed his naughty hand to play at their juncture.

"I could say the same," she kissed his perfect jaw, ". . . M’LORD?"

"Ooh, you dirty..." Rafel caught her insinuation. Many times over he was sure he’d die for this girl. He didn’t know how much more he could promise that in his heart; he did not regret fighting for her resurrection one bit. Ogling the press of her supple breasts, firm in her uniform, growling, "come here."

He drew her into his lap. She willingly opened her legs and straddled him.

Rafel dragged down her top without popping the gold buttons and his sweet tongue found her nipple. His Cora had the whitest set of tits! He would tell her but his mouth was full. His eager mouth suckled her. His grip, dominant. His tongue was velvet flame. It burned and aroused her pink flesh. Her areolas soon were shiny with his ministrations. His ardous tongue left her gasping on his legs. And when he pulled softly with his teeth, Cora’s blond head fell back in a soft moan. "Yes, Rafel."

He took her mouth next in arduous kissing, her whitish curls flattened to the side of her head by his big hand. He turned her head as he willed. His palm traced her one-sided boyish fade.

"Your hair’s amazing." He confessed breathily. "You are amazing, my darling Corazón."

The way in which he called her name—like she was a savory Ambrosia of Paradise—always did her in.

"Yeah?" Cora pushed up from his legs.

"Fuck yeah." He bass’d back to her. He wanted her again in his mouth but she was so turned on. She licked at his finger and kissed the inside of his wrist, loving as he held her head in his giant hands; his battle scars rough on her neck, his leopard eyes scorching hot on her pretty face. He watched her rise from his lap and stand.

Thirsty—her spiked desire like open flame, Cora released the huge bulb that was so hard pushing against his fly.

"Ohh yes!" she hissed. Then went down low at the waist, gulping him into her hot mouth.

Rafel was a big boy. His shaft expanded the realms of her lips, seeking good fit. Cora took it as he offered, going up and down in her swallow. He was girthy. But she was eager.

GLUG! GLUG! G-GLUG!

His fat penis gleamed in her saliva and his broad head was darker—a forgerman’s bronze.

"Oh gods, Corazón." Rafel implored her to slow her torturous mouth. His hips trembled in her fine hands. The carriage seemed to be travelling a rocky way and the buggy’s wheels shook and vibrated, but Rafel held her steady in the van. No girl sucked dick like his Cora.

She pulled up and spat on it.

He slapped her mouth and jammed her back on it, holding her head down, pressing her face against his thigh. She was gone in the musk potent from his groin—her blue eyes a blackhole of lust.

She dropped to her knees as he cradled her head. He was pushing softly in and out of her wicked mouth. His taste made her greedy. She had a sheen—her need, like a blanket on her lovely skin. Rafel beheld her down on her knees before him in the moving van; a lovely creature. His brows were furrowed. Sex-sweat licked at his growling jaw and pumping hips. How her devious mouth tormented him?

But he wanted her to take all of his seed in her tiny pussy.

He held her head up from suckiing his fat cock. "Are you ready for me?"

One hand at her throat, all she could do was nod. She spun her round and slapped her ass. She desperately unbuckled her belt—rasping and moaning. "Take it, m’lord. I want you to take my poor pussy." Rafel spanked her again, hooking and pulling down both her slacks and tights. He left it at her knees, immobilizing her movement sufficiently. Her round butt filled his eyes—the big creamy globes.

PAH!

His hand landed the third time on her ass.

"Annnh—"

He dropped a little on his own seat and pushed into her. It was task at first for his crass python. He fit it in her sex. And she was ready. He was wedged in her delicious bouncing buttocks and smacked the roundness several times. Cora didn’t moan out high song like Naamah. But all her stretching and purring let him know how good he was giving it.

The sounds of his large member fitting in her pussy was sticky—she was fucking wet. Their joining was feverish and filthy. She desired to keep him in, and with every quaking orgasm she had Rafel lost ten percent of his rational mind.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

He bent her back and broke it. He was a grieved soldier up in there.

Both their heads were fallen back—eyes rolling. The moving carriage seemed to do something for their passion.

The wheels hit a sudden pebble—she bounced, her ass clapped on his cock—and that was it for Rafel.

"Mmm... Fuck." He heard her quiet moan, her rolling hips shuddering in their tight fit.

"Grrrrhhh—" he fell upon her with a loud growl. He caged her enjoyable body in his bigger heat. Cora convulsed under him and gripped his splurging shaft like they were one entity.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

Rafel felt himself release over and over inside her.

Still raging big, he pulled out. To do this he actually had to grab himself and force his dick to respond. If left to his little brother, they would be inside the tomboy all day.

Rafel fell back on his seat. His golden eyes shut out as he slowed his pumping heart. He opened them a while later to feel Cora’s stare on him. Her river eyes were beautiful. They never left his as she pulled up her tights and pressed military slacks once more. She proceeded to push back him swelled manhood back in his pants and zip him up, smiling as she did. Rafel touched her stunning face. "Mi corazón."

The wheels of the enormous carriage eased up on the road as they came to the smoother path leading up to the Castle’s immaculate gates.

It was yet few clock-hands before dawn.

In the van, Cora kept tracing Rafel’s spiky red hair with her hand. She adored him. To say worship would not be a stretch. "Next time you get to see the creampie." She twinkled fine eyes at him. Rafel blew through his mouth; his inner perv was giving him a high-five. ’We’re so fuckin’ lucky, dude.’

In that instant it hit him—what he would name his new [Vicar] soul.

’Peitho?’

[Ding! Yes, Lord host?]

’I have an answer for you.’