Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#orgy] [#roleplay] [#multiplewomen] [#darkangel] [#masturbation] [#bigdick]

[DING!]

In Israfel's head, when Peitho said this, it sounded more like DONG! Perhaps, because of the dong he had arrowing in a thick curve out of his groin. In the tent, his little brother was a girthy shaft. A meat membranous. Slab of prime, husky male.

[COCK BILL Role ready for use!]

[ATTRIBUTES—

Physicality: 92

Strength: 98

Endurance: 90

Fluidity: 100

Stamina: 88

Libido: 100

BDE (Big Dick Energy): 99.]

[ORIGIN: Sin System CLASS III Roleplay.]

[CONQUESTS: Nil.]

Rafel gazed at the glinting panel through his [mind eye]: "Nice enough," he reckoned, "time to fill in the Conquest."

He stepped out from the dressing room and the jaws of all the women went slack. Mouths dropped like sacks. It was like a [Silence of the Lambs] spell had cast in the darkish chambers. He stood gallant as a warlock in the victorious aftermath of battle.

Tall he was; his stature remarkable, he, lean like a leopard. His skin was overlaid in black gold. But the ointment on his skin didn't drip or peel away at the touch. His flesh was silky and burnished. He literally shimmered in the shadows. Covered in this sensual paint, the tattoo of his [Serpent Symbiote] and other runes of his bloodline glowed blue on his powerful body.

The women's eyes ate up his musculature. He was brawn. But not thick. He was more on the slender side. His physique bore the kind of fluid leanness a girl really needed—and he wore nothing.

Absolute fucking nothing!

The thirteen women in his shady tent were spared not from the divinity of his nakedness. He was so hot he nearly burned out their lashes. Natalya had not blinked in minutes. Indira swallowed hard; this might just be night she'd pop her cherry. "Not a single man in three hundred and seven [est. faerie] years, and then this. . .god!"

"Fuck me," the Mother vestal whispered. It was to herself really, for thinking something so unholy at this sight of this young stallion, but Corazón heard. She whispered back.

"I know right. We are so screwed."

All the while, the joint eyes of the women never once moved from Rafel's washboard abs. The ink of his runes glowing like embers of a blue fire on his midnight skin made him the more fetching. In this singular moment, Rafel had achieved perhaps one thing a billion men dreamed of in their lifetime: to make a roomful of brunette cougars and blonde jailbaits so horny they were all thinking the same thing... to have him.

Rafel stood proud: an Incubus of the most sinful abyss, in his black full-body warpaint, runes of death and [Kaos] glowing on his hard slabs. His transformed penis was erect and fat, jutting out from his crotch: a jeweled member of the same black robustness as his strapping body.

Aya Naamah looked upon her beautiful [Sire]. As a succubus, she changed her skin tone to suit her moods as often as she wanted. She had never seen Lord Israfel transform from the paleness of his birth. He was black. If this was the first complexion of his choice, then she would have it. . .him no other way. Her purple iris were radiant with lust.

More than the other dozen women in the room with her, she was perhaps the most turned on.

Although, they could bet on it.

Rafel wanted to give all of them a fantasy. Clearly, it was working. Cora already had her jacket off. And Khalifa had lost her shoulder veils; he liked that she kept the Hijab. All of him was nude for their dark eyes, except his face. Rafel had on a mask.

It was elastine material. It covered up all of his face and hair, and his ears. It was more of a tight fit hood. The shiny black of it complimented his glistening body. The power within the male. And his strong cock brought out the horse genes in him. Ravenna was tempted to yell as she gawped with the others, "now there's the horse in ya!"

Bred along the Rhobine coasts of the capital city, she was more Cowgirl than Empress.

Rafel's obsidian mask gave off no emotion. A lot of mystery though. Only the contours that made his handsomeness outlined the lycra. He looked a lot like [Rubberman]—objectified, sexy as fuck, and walking, fucking sex. The roleplaying was on. "Ohh. It's so on!" Cora reckoned. "I've never had black dick before. And it's so wonderful its coming from my Lord."

"I've never had dick before, period." Indira hushed again. She rose to her willowy seven-foot, parading Rafel in circles. Her white shawl rippled in a cool wind as her long legs carried her smoothly around him. She took him in like the [Pearl of Season] gem. He was her god. She reached out with her fingers to his moulding black skin... the sweat-slicked ebony, but didn't touch. Although she stood taller than him by nearly a foot, this leggy blonde Milf was quite afraid of the beast.

It made her wet beyond thought. Her faculties, her reason, her sanctity, it all escaped her. "Oh, what wonder?" She gasped, staring at Rafel with huge eyes. She stood behind him.

He, Israfel Blüdthïrste, King of the South, didn't mind being objectified.

Nevertheless, were his Aunt in the decroed tent with these attractive women, she would've had a lot to say on his behalf. Lilith never got jealous, until it came to her nephew. She wasn't prone to skewer a tribe of Amazons. . .until one night Rafel had missed his curfew entertaining them. Lilith had flayed them all. And they hadn't even seen his thirteen year-old cock.

'Thank fuck the bitch's half a world away from this tent.' Rafel smiled under his rubber mask.

He was painfully hard now but he felt something was still missing from this. Something that would simply take the affair to a choking level. Make it an orgy proper. Did it qualify as an orgy if he was one man out of fifteen?

'Fuck it! Who fucking cares?'

Thinking on what was missing, the faceless idol in the temple from earlier entered his mind. It lit in his head. A brilliant idea. One all the rubenesque chicks before him would love. Rafel communicated Peitho inside his [psyche bridge]. She was not to far away. His sentient system like the women on the real was watching—and quite horny too. When Rafel gave the order: "Unleash Wings of Eternity!"

Peitho was more than happy to oblige.

Out of the blue, shadows exploded out of Rafel's body. It rolled like whispers of a demon's hand on the melanin in his skin, crawling to his back and taking form. The writhing umbras expanded into smoky tendrils, growing as long as four feet high before they began to solidify.

The shadows danced for a bit and wisped out. In the aftermath, out of the hard coal muscles of his back sprouted a pair of lovely umber wings.

Real angel wings.

Ravenna gasped, and then lost her voice.

"Can I touch it?" Indira said from behind, closest to Rafel. Since they couldn't see his face, he nodded in his rubber mask. The blond Grace reached out in her immaculate vestal robes and laid her palm on the left wing. The feathers were cool. It twitched under her hand and Indira was entranced. Rafel's wings were the color of ash left after a bonfire in winter.

The other twelve females were rising to their feet also around the chamber. They wanted to touch. To feel what Indira felt. As they closed in on Rafel, his luminous amber eyes pierced out the only two openings in the mask like rays of the sun. He met the women's gazes one after another. They came close around him in a gathering. He soon breathed in their scents of jasmine and wildflower, rye and softbread, blood and wine.

"You're so, so beautiful." Indira trailed her hand up from his wing to his corded back. She moaned the instant her palm met his mettle skin.

He was warm. His muscles even firmer than she had fantasized about.

Natalya raised her hand and touched him too. And then Corazón. As the Vestals caressed him from behind, Cora pressed into his front and let her hand splay on his broad chest. Aya Naamah pulled in to his left side, feeling his strong arms. Ravenna came closer to his right and took his hand. Her jade eyes held his before slipping down to his long fingers—and what they could do.

Rafel moved his gaze onward to the curvaceous Samurai who had followed his company from the Jun Prefecture. He watched her nose ring as she fondled his neck and shoulders. Behind, he felt a hand creep along his battle scars. But he wasn't put off. In fact, at the touching of the women, his cock had jammed up two more inches. He was swelled and ready to serve.

"Lord Master is more than beautiful." Aya kissed his erect nipple.

Her head was close to his thumping heart. Her lush jet-black waves rubbed sensually against his chest. He inhaled deeply her perfume. His succubus made his cock throb. He wanted to command her to suck it. But his mask forbade him. The women seemed to like it a great deal so he kept it on. For once, Rafel was the first one to be naked for a shagging. Again, he didn't mind.

Who could complain surrounded by thirteen hot females, being all gentle and motherly with his body?

He was hard and ready.

"Yes, he is." This soft voice drew Rafel's eyes down. He beheld the one-horned [Critch] beauty on her knees. Mama Mia blinked up at him. The thickness of his heavy shaft perched just a breath above her sweet lips. "...mhmm. He is a god."

She licked those lips. Rafel bounced right in front of her eyes. She smiled, loving her power over him. Her married Milf power! Seeing Rafel's dick reach out for the woman's mouth so needy, the other females chuckled. Rafel heard Cora's lovely laugh in his ear and his entire lower extremity ached to be met with wet heat.

"He thinks he deserves a blowjob now." Aya broke her laughter to tell the other women.

'Get out of my head.' Rafel growled at his succubus in their mindlink but he didn't put up the walls to break their telepathic connection.

"I think he deserves one too." A Kitsune dropped to her knees, joining Mama Mia. Rafel turned his masked head at the red-haired [fox girl]; she was more on the fox side. Her mouth was a perfect fuck-able snout. Her body was fierce. "I brought a friend." Mama Mia explained the curvy Kitsune.

Rafel nodded. Another [Critch]. For the umpteenth time, he didn't mind. Weirdly, all he cared about was if Vixens had titties soft as their fur.

This Kitsune was pink. He caressed her ears under him and her furry tail wagged behind her.

"Yes. Suck that fucking cock, Critch bitch!"

Everyone in the chamber stopped and turned.

It was Khalifa.

All gazes, of the many gorgeous women and their shared male lover, fell on her. Only the Hijabi still sat back. But not for lack of passion. In fact, it seemed hers was the greatest for she was relaxed in a settee with her legs fallen open. Her left hand was over her heat. Her palm patting down her clit and softly rubbing on her musky entrance.

Khalifa's cargo pants lay discarded at the feet of the sofa.

She was a picture of beauty with her dark hair splayed gloriously all over a throw pillow and her scar catching on fireplace light.

"Look," Khalifa tossed, "y'all can stare all you want, but I want your mouth all over that big, black cock. Okay?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"O-Okay." Mama Mia felt her nipple strain against her bodice. Khalifa had a passion so hot to see and she said they could watch. Her body was fucking miraculous: caramel thighs and sex primed for hardcore use.

"Now!" Khalifa commanded.

Turned on beyond her wits, Mama Mia turned to do as ordered by the Scarred One. The Kitsune had beat her to it. The [fox girl] held Rafel's prodding girth with both her hands and was sucking sloppily. A collective moan of approval and pleasure rose in the chamber from all the women.

Rafel's head fell back and his breaths came sharp in the rubber mask. The Vixen was good. Really fucking good.

The thirteen women in the tent with him saw his pleasure: the bunching of his bronze abs, the bulging of his biceps, the heaving of his chest, the expanding of his wings to envelope them all, the swelling of his cock in the mouth of the Kitsune, her own delicious purring, the pumping of his lean lips, the rising musk of his manhood, the start of sex sweat tinting up his fine ebony skin.

The need in the chamber reached its peak in that feverish second. For everybody.

Clothes were ripped off, by the women themselves. Tossed high into the air. Dropped to the ground. They were not afraid to touch their King anymore. Israfel reached out and tore off the blue bikini bra of the Kitsune. Beautiful flesh spilled out into his hands.

She was full and cream. Her boobs were soft and delectable. As she sucked hungrily at his fat penis, he fondled her pear tits. Her breasts were riper than fruits. The pink fur ended where it did. The rest was voluptuous woman. 'How have I not had a fox girl?'

A clawed hand rose to his chest. And he was pushed down. Hard.

Rafel felt himself falling. Above him was the most curvaceous creature he had ever seen. Her yellow vulpine eyes set on his cock. Her tail whipped and slashed at the air. She loomed over his falling body, her breasts deliciously balanced.

Her, and twelve more hot and ready females.