Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#softcore #harem #femalemasturbation #16yrold]

HOSANNA WAS A PEDOPHILE'S dream. She was young, and looked younger.

"Gods! Talk about a name switch, huh?" Corazón volunteered as they walked under an archway on the east wing of the dome. "How the father bears such awful name and his daughter a near heavenly one confounds me."

"Same." Aya Naamah admitted.

The girl they spoke about: fine-as-hell daughter of the infamous desert king they had come to woo to their cause, walked just shy steps ahead, leading them to their quarters for the night. Business, and talk of rebellion would resume in the morning. But for now, rest.

Other members of the caravan that had journeyed here all the way from Dementa's camp in the Great Canyon of Helladeep, like the Guide and Khalifa the morose Hijabi, were put in a separate hostel lounging off the dome itself. But as visitors who had proven themselves—by a measure and mile at the gates, Israfel, the girls, and Damnamenaeus were to stay in one of the royal Emirate chambers.

Or more likely, all of them.

Israfel offered no word as the girls conversed in soft speech. Cora watched the little sway of the desert princess's hips; her breasts budding, her flesh tan as the sands in which her father built his castle upon. Cora desired this blessed fairy, but not for herself. She moved the conversation away from their group, steering talk to the hot topic herself.

"So Hosanna, a lovely name."

The girl replied nothing to Cora's statement. She did stop to angle a long arm full of shiny bangles at some adjoining door. Damnamenaeus swiftly went in, vanishing inside of the brass door with a single nod to Rafel that spoke volumes.

Hosanna turned and resumed her walk. She had an elegant step. A gait like a roe upon hills. And the shape of Tucana brides.

Cora covered her mouth surreptitiously to whisper to Aya. "Such a sweet little thing."

The succubus, clearly enjoying pestering the petite girl as much as Corazón smiled a sinful color that had brought warlocks to their knees in the past. She whispered back—but just enough for the little princess to hear.

"Aww! Sucks that she doesn't talk."

They were both giggling while Ravenna shook her head and struggled to stifle hers, when Hosanna suddenly stopped in front of a looming hallway. It was the end of the wing, and perched stately off a view of nighttime country was a suite of absolute glass. Everything in it was visible.

Everything.

It was alluring. Enchanting. Grand. And it helped that the things which they could see were so rich they looked magical. In the wintry moonlight, the silverly furniture dazzled. Alabaster throw pillows. The bed possibly was made entirely of lambswool. It looked like Zaftig had managed to capture a fluff of cloud.

The visitors to Caer Mullhen were still staring at this grandiose glass-room – Rafel wondering if Zaftig had ever used this place – when Hosanna pointed a straight hand and said,

"You don't scare me."

Israfel, Cora, Aya, Ravenna; they all paused, and gave each other the look. Cora was first to break the silence.

"Well then, how about your father?"

Hosanna merely laughed. "You have a lot to learn about him. Did you really think he was born Skullrider? Not everyone is born princess of the Continent." She sent a look and Ravenna scoffed. Hosanna wasn't done. "I've heard tales." She dismissed. "Why ever would you abandon your throne at fucking Titans Landing? I'm princess of a fucking sandcastle, and I'd never leave it for the world. You were... ARE Queen. And you just run away? Pfft!"

"Oh come on. Don't stop now, little cherub. Keep 'em coming. Pray tell, what else d'ya know?" Venom dripped from Ravenna's words.

Meanwhile, Rafel was looking for an excuse to end the trail this conversation was heading in. Even it meant risking privacy in the glass fucking room.

Caer Mullhen was weird. First the cannon towers. The buildings built of brass and copper, and fricking sand. Beams of iron. Where was the wood? No cedars in the Badlands, he guessed.

Hosanna accepted the challenge. She met the fire in the girls gazes.

"I'm just saying. I don't know anyone who would leave the Golden Throne to wander as a southern exile. And you..." She crooked her pretty little finger at Rafel; she made him grin. "Your aunt is the Dowager. She controls the Nine Realms, its gold, ships, territories. And SHE FUCKING LOVES YOU. Like love! It's no fucking secret.

"You were Earl. Legend of Skyfall. Kingslayer. You will literally be knighted the next time you walk in the Capital. Why do you desire to pass words with a bunch of country outlaws?"

Rafel slowly walked to her. His shadow consumed hers on the walls. The torches flickered. And for the first time this night, Hosanna felt a touch of true darkness.

"If you desire answers, little girl, come in with us."

His cold voice thrummed in her blood. His invite was bold, salacious, wicked.

Corazón went in first. And then she held open the sliding glass for the other girls and their Lord. Rafel was a Valiant in their eyes, mirrored a true man.

The seduction was so hot. Hosanna could not deny. As much as she scolded herself, still, she gravitated for them. For all of them. 'By Visha, what are you doing, Hosanna?' She berated herself. 'You barely know these people. You just met them minutes ago. Daddy won't like this. Just walk away. Fuck. Walk away. You stupid, stupid girl.'

Aya Naamah paused at the Cybil lintel, turned and sent her smouldering violet eyes over the lolita. "Do you seek answers, love?"

She left it at that. She put out a hand.

Hosanna in that moment knew she was gone.

'Stupid girl.' She cursed her weakness one last time.

And then she took the succubus' gorgeous hand.

"Fuck."

All the girls laughed at this, the sound eclectic and riparian. Cora's blue iris shimmered in open flirting. Ravenna didn't douse the dirty, amatory want in her emerald eyes. Aya Naamah swept close to Rafel. She pushed him onto the fat, swanky white bed, still holding to Hosanna's small hand.

"Prepare yourself, darlin'. You'll remember this night. . .for forever." Her purple eyes blinked.

"Finally," Cora was already undoing the button of her pantaloons, "I've wanted to do this since the savanna."

"To do what?" Rafel faked ignorance.

"This." Cora grabbed his head and kissed him hard.

Ohh. The moans came from all around. It was the gift of pure release. It was beautiful.

"Mi Corazón." Rafel gasped into her sweet lips, and the way she was stroking him wetly with her tongue, drinking him in. His hand began to snake around her waist, desperate for bubble flesh. Cora broke the kiss hotly, biting on his bottom lip. She withdrew her hot body and he hissed.

"Don't tease." His voice was a growl.

Cora knew he meant it. But still. . .

She wanted to see how far he would let her.

Behind, Ravenna was already topless. Hosanna clutched to Aya's hand like she'd had a cramp. She was unsure what to do. The only sane emotion coursing through her fired-up body was that she didn't want to stop seeing what she was seeing. Or feeling.

Cora pulled off her shirt slowly. She was giving him a striptease. Her body was a work of art.

Literally.

She had [Hallowed Level] witch runes running her left hip and forearm. All in the glass-room admired her. The more skin she showed, the more they all knew there was no stopping it now.

Cora gave him her back, pulling off her tights. She wiggled and smiled at his breaking bass:

"You're bad, girl. So freaking bad."

The second she turned back around, Rafel grasped to her throat, propelling her forward. She gasped sharply, falling to her knees. His grip was hard. The right amount of choke. Her marine eyes rippled obsidian and she turned wetter. She pulled up the hand rubbing at the cleft of her legs and pushed it to Rafel's mouth. He was breathing hard, and his lips were already parted. He closed his mouth and sucked. And went rough the moment he tasted her.

"You witch!"

He bent her down forcefully and ripped out his heavy erection.

Smack! It whipped the corner of her left cheek, the swollen penis throbbing just between her eyes.

Cora—his beautiful Corazón, was more than willing and swallowed him into her mouth. She sucked deeply and hotly, channeling her unhinged need. Her lips were wet and supple: a cave of depravity; all the feline gold left Rafel's eyes for pure, lustful darkness.

Peitho was notifying him with [sin points], but fuck if he was listening.

"She's next." He commanded, the direction of his bedarkened eyes hot on Hosanna. He told them this, matter-of-factly, as Cora slurped on his giant pipe. His little brother left her agonizingly hot face all smushed up. It broke something within him.

Hosanna felt her clit gain its own heartbeat.

Before she could let the redhaired demon's words sink in, the tall Succubus: succulent and graspingly sexy, unfurled a long claw and cut her single citrine dress at the seam, from top to bottom.

She stood there, shivering, in only her innocent magnolia-white panties.

"She won't be needing those." Rafel commanded. "Bring her here, Naamah."

As the buxom succubus dutifully obeyed her [Sire], Ravenna—whom had now become an expert in pleasuring herself, already had fingers parting and curling in dewy, pink folds that mesmerized Rafel's eyes where he sat on the bed, receiving delicious cocksucking from Corazón.

'One of these days I shall bang that cute, tight pussy of yours,' he promised her through the hot distance with his leopard eyes a rich yellow.

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"Enough. Good girl." Rafel pulled Cora up by her chin. She kissed his fat head before dropping to the side and finding her own slit—using his free left hand.

Hosanna was pulled in like an unbroken bride. For this act, she was.

In the glass chamber, the desert princess of Caer Mullhen was yet a flower. But she was ready; her petals were moist, hungry. So fucking ready. This man's cock made her hungry. And she wasn't talking about only in her mouth. But all her holes.

'I want you to fill me. All of me. I am virgin of lips, ass, and cunt. And it's all yours. All fucking yours, great demon.' She was led by her charcoal-haired temptress to the gold-eyed giant... the Rebel Lord. His great arms went around her as she sat on his strapping thighs. His long fingers pinned her wrists. She was going nowhere. Astride his lap, she was where she was meant to be.

He entered her slowly. And neither of them needed a guide.

The first push hurt—but only a second. And then,

"Fuuucccckkkkk."

A hot stream of desire escaped her, pouring the blue eyes underneath; Cora licked her lips. And Hosanna, whom had never known passion, fit Rafel inside of her wet pussy like a glove, her hips and legs shaking as she did squats on his cock.

Splat! "Oh. Oh gods."

Splat! Splat!

Her little body accepted him. All of him. She was grateful for the pumping of the swelled shaft in her sex. And her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Ahh fuck. Yes. Ohhuum. I love your cock! I love it so much. Let me ride it. Jump on it. Drill my sixteen year-old pussy. Drill it deep, daddy. Oh, it feels so good. Oh fuck! Ohh. I'm coming. I'm coming. Yes. FUCK YES! FUCK!" Against the premium alabaster sheets, she was like she was on the moon. He was fucking her in the clouds. High. High above the desert.

Hosanna on high.

Hosanna—in the highest. Go figure.

She went screaming, bucking, shuddering so hard it rattled her small bones. Her pale skin was wet with sweat. Her tiny ass, red. Israfel was begone in the bliss of gifting Hosanna her first orgasm. The vision of her was transcendental. Thank fuck for Cora: it was her who grasped to his spasming cock and pulled him out from the girl's tight cunt.

Who the hell wanted to be father to a Bonelander runt?