Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"Can this damn carriageman move any slower?" Israfel cursed the buggy he boarded for the short trip from the Lait-au-Lourde, the port of the Cold Sea to the Imperial House. "—this is why I favor taxi chicks. They can smell the urgency on a man." His need at the moment nearly did override his common sense to not smack the horse-master over the head.

And the man had a bald one at that. He so reminded Rafel of the Ghostrider, Menelaus—a Rank A Hellion—he had back when he was Earl of Emberfall. Rafel smelled the fresh sin on the wind and forced himself to sit tight. The doublet he had chosen for the occasion of his return was as vanta black, the gold buttons ringing in the char vest like pinned sunlight.

His women always did favor him in black.

Yukima had being very pleased to dress him just this morning. The fact that he had chosen her to be his modiste the one time excited the police chief over the concept of his leaving. It wasn't till he stepped up the gangplank over the Legata's own private boat that a shadow of doubt crossed Yuki's face. Her youngest sister sulked the entire way to the banks of River Sana'a, which was extra misty this morning.

His brief dalliance with the eighteen-year old aside, young miss Novak joined the bunch of her western princess sisters and tall Republican mum in waving the Ambassador down the silvery tide.

Rafel did not need to seek a Seer to know he'd be dearly missed; it was all in their eyes.

Even in the carriage now he was bemused with a proud smile at how he had bagged himself some pretty babes across states.

Heck! Across rivers!

He stopped thinking when a small hand waved at him from the buggy accosting his on the cobbles. The streets were full. Since he had made no certain time for his appearance in the Capital, he had no escort. It had not bothered him—not until he took a closer look into the face of the woman waving.

Oh hell no!

His yellow eyes tried to roam away, act as if he had not seen. But there was no avoiding the lynx eyes nor berry-red smile of Lady Margaretta Scazzazi.

Yep! The richest babe in Titans fucking Landing.

—that Lady Margaretta.

She instructed her chauffeur to match the hum of her own expensive [shuttle wagon] with the rumble of his iron-clad carriage. Her sleek car floated beside his. Rafel tried to focus on the clopping of horses ahead—or the silent conversations of the pedestrians they passed. The early birds. 'I so don't need this right now,' Rafel was thinking, 'how the motherfucking fuck did she know I was already in the city. I shan't underestimate the reach of her little birdies that whisper in her ear anymore. It surely must've been a steward from the boat. How shall I avoid her now?

—and that lipstick of hers: Good Gracious! I thought I'd seen the worst of Gyaru chicks back in Corynthia with the likes of the Student President,' Rafel briefly entertained the vision of Erika Burgess in his head, 'but this woman's lips are redder than boar's blood. She shall not delay me. I have suffered my [Trinity] enough of my absence. And Corazón did write I get my golden cock over here...'

Rafel's eyes bulged at the thought of his blue-eyed fairytale.

The literal ghost of his dreams.

His subconscious roared like an antsy five-year old: "I'M COMING, MY SEXY SHAWTY!"

Thinking of his [Trinity]: his beautiful harem of three exotic female partners; it gave him one shocking boner.

Fearing the painted Lady staring him down from the open window of her wagon would think the uprise was for her, Rafel sat stiff and stared straight ahead, and prayed Margaretta would look away.

She didn't.

And as if he wasn't tortured enough, her thin voice joined her waving hand.

She leaned out her clean window. "Ambassador! Hi! You're back! How wonderful! The city's missed you so. . .our dear hero. Lord Israfel!"

She tried louder when he still didn't look her way. Rafel faced forward in his carriage seat like his life depended on it. He wished she'd just call him an asshole snub and just get on with it, but then something told him running into Margaretta Scazzazi this hot morning wasn't a coincidence. Of all the streets in Titans Landing she just happened to be on this one.

Nah.

Margaretta was a prim, proper and powdered country lady—until it came to Rafel.

So were a thousand other MILFs, abyssal and mortal.

But the Lady could not be ignored. Margaretta clapped her hands and her chauffeur overtook Rafel's sorry carriageman in one smooth move. He halted the shuttle. Rafel's own buggy had no choice but to stop also.

"Shit," said Rafel aloud, "time to skidaddle."

"[Crow's Cross]!" He pronounced again quietly in the stopped carriage.

The ashy blur of an infernal rune followed swiftly. A small tattoo in his right arm glowed, pricking his skin with a small burn. Then the rune floated in the air, growing before his face into the size of a large cross, made of dark, pulsing energy. The aura was an eclipse of shadows.

Rafel put out his hand to the dark cross.

"Smell ya later, Lady."

His fingers touched the liquid darkness, going through it. And so did his entire body.

Whoosh!

It swallowed him in.

The substance then collapsed around him. [Crow's Cross] was a Fifth Hel Circle ability that granted him influence to disperse without needing to enter the Shadow-verse. It took him away, leaving only traces of [Darkflame] aura and the whiff of his cologne.

A second later, Lady Margaretta pulled open the carriage door. "Ambassador?"

But Israfel was gone—like he'd never been there to begin with.

On the opposite side of the street, a hundred steps forward was he, climbing steadily the small hilly road to the colossal edifice in the distance: the Imperial castle. It was the only thing he looked into, keeping his head bowed as he weaved through the ton of the streets. Margaretta was totally forgotten. Women did stare at the tall redhaired man walking like he was one with the wind; the sunrise behind him looking like it had kissed his skin all through the dark night while others slept.

He sincerely avoided meeting the stares with his gold eyes.

It was in this poise that his waifu, the prettiest curviest goddamn Hellbabe found him ten hundred yards away with her sweet violet eyes.

Aya Naamah really did scream.

"DOMINUS!!!"

And in that second, if anyone in the palatial home of the Empyrean was still tossing and turning off the heatwave of the night, her voice was sure to have them jumping in the sheets. Trekking up with his head bowed in the streets, Rafel didn't hear her voice. But he felt her emotion. It hit him like a finger to his temple. The power of a [Bond] and her demon sire.

On the open verandah from which Aya had looked and seen him, she pointed down to the full streets, across the multitude of red roofs that signalled the glory of the Empire, and as Ravenna and Corazón gathered around her, she said, "that is no red hat but a red head. A redhead." She repeated for clarity. "There! That is Dominus, the tallest in the crowd, walking toward us looking like a daydream. I can already feel him. His might!" She inhaled, rubbing her thighs together.

Ravenna gripped Cora's hand. "Faster please, m'lord."

"We need you, Your Eminence." Cora signed.

This, Rafel saw. "Fuck it," he growled in the middle of the streets. "DARK ARTS: UMBRAGE!"

The cloud of shadows swamped him as he flew forward like an insect through the streets. His movement was like a plague of death, maneuvering fast through people. Several pointed at it, at him, but he was gone from their eyes before they could settle on it. Weilding [Umbrage] it took him less than five seconds to fly up the castle, bypassing stunned guards.

"HE is back." One uniformed soldier said.

The rushing black nimbus through the streets was a public announcement of his return if ever the city did see one. Rafel risked it.

The smoky cloud came to a sudden stop on the loggia.

"Dominus." Aya whispered, already giddy.

The three young women gazed up at the nimbus and watched it clear up into the big wild, wicked demon. His beautiful gold eyes shined forth as the rest of the shadows danced around his midnight boots before completely vanishing. He stood on the balcony's oval perch, their dark god. Ravenna, Cora, and Aya went down to their knees. Bowing their heads, they all greeted his arrival: "My Lord."

Rafel took one step, hopping easily to the gilded floors of Vinta Plusia.

"Come here." He opened his arms.

Needing no further drive, the girls flew into him.

They embraced him hard. Rafel stroked them one after the other—coyly observing for so little as an atom of hurt to unleash Helfire on the Capital. Luckily for the good people of Titans Landing, he found none.

Cora hit his chest. She hid her ocean eyes in him, gulping his smell and warmth. "Don't ever leave us again."

Rafel chuckled, their heads touching. "If I remember correctly, mi corazón, you said something about a GOLDEN COCK?"

"Eff you!" Ravenna hit him next.

Rafel peeled back an inch to study them with a lopsided smile. His poor dick! They were gorgeous as fuck. Watching, he dropped his left hand and cupped his crotch. "So I guess you don't need all of this then?"

Three hot pairs of female eyes landed square on the mushroom head outlining his pants. 'Like fuck we do.' Cora's azure eyes said. "COME HERE." Rafel growled harder this time. He drew his blondie in first. He claimed her mouth with passion. His kiss was raw and dominant. He commanded her to be his. Cora moaned under him and couldn't help her hands as they went to grab his huge silver belt. "My turn," Aya hissed. She pulled on Rafel's high collars and first teased the sides of his face with her tongue. She licked his fine jaw and neck.

PAH!

Rafel's free right slapped her big butt.

"Mhmm." She jerked.

RAAAAPPPPPPP!

This faint sound escaped behind her. And everyone stopped.

Ravenna went red. She could barely form words over her snorting. "Did you just fart?"

"Whaaat?" Aya mewled, hiding out her face. "—he spanked me suddenly! I wasn't ready! Aaah! Don't laugh."

Ravenna was full-on chuckling. "Oh my gods! You SEXY FILTHY BITCH!"

Rafel's bass rumbled, "she is not the only filthy one, is she?"

He dropped to his knees before the three girls and roughly turned Aya around. He pushed her forward to bend at the waist. Lifting up her tight dress, he dragged her panties to the side and fully licked her from behind. He didn't miss that little hole of sin. Aya Naamah bit on her bottom lip and panted the words, "Dominus."

"Enough foreplay," Cora hissed, dragging Rafel up by his scruff to fall upon him with deep french-kissing. The heat of her mouth made Rafel's engorged little brother pop right out his fly. "Now this is a party." Ravenna said and got to tearing off his clothes. Aya went to fetch the wine.