Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Cora was in the lead.

Ay, his Corazón! It was obvious they'd come to rescue him.

Cora held the arrow with the flaming laser point, nocked and ready to loose. On both sides of his androgynous platinum blonde, Rafel could also see Ravenna and Aya Naamah. Such gorgeous and sexy deliverers they were!

Little Raven, he thought. Apparently, he had missed her return from school. It made him grit his teeth.

The gorgeous trinity of femme fatales had bowls of transparent air that allowed them to breathe under water. Magical bubbles really. They each gave Rafel their own version of an accessment for harm, and once for the Hell Lord, it didn't hurt to be the one being cared for. Granted, Rafel was an Alpha male to his hellish core, but it didn't mean he hated being dotted upon.

Like they say: it's the thought that counts.

Finding no harm to Rafel, the girls' collective eyes' went nuclear on Yemaya who was caught dead with the ruby diamond ring in her grasp.

Cora pulled back her nocked arrow another tight inch. The bow's string sung in the water.

"Wait! It's not what you think?"

Yemaya held up her hands, cautiously taking a step back.

"Step away from him, fish woman. You think you can come into our home and take one of ours? Huh! But you're too big of pussies to do it at daytime." Ravenna brandished her silver dagger. It sliced through the water like butter. "You want some of this, Queenie?

Step back. I said step away from him!"

She made a mock jab at Yemaya and the water queen flinched. Her hands were still up in surrender. Cora's hoverboard was now close enough to theirs that Rafel could see clearly the rage in her blue eyes through the bubble of air over her head. She was wildly beautiful. He easily likened her to the semi-divine Valkyries.

"What's this?" She roughly plucked the ring off Yemaya's clenched fingers. "You trying to force our Lord to marry you, bitch? Is that why you took him? I guess fucking fish must be getting old, huh."

Cora turned back with a smile and laughed along with Aya and Ravenna.

"Fish fucker!" She tossed the ring behind to Aya who caught it expertly.

When Cora really moved to release the arrow, Rafel spoke up.

"Wait, Corazón!"

The silver-haired babe turned to him and Yemaya peeked through one of her tightly shut eyes, grateful she wasn't dead.

"Let's talk," Rafel continued. "Lower your weapons!" He instructed the women. He gave no room for questions and turned to Yemaya. "You have a place we can use, Your Majesty?"

Yemaya nodded. And then she took Rafel to her house: the Castle of Atlantis.

It was a sprawling magnificent Ottoman wonder. The designs and crafts were off Persian scripts, and several arcane water runes glinted blue magic into the passing aqualife. They all settled in a spacious oval room made floor to ceiling in complete gold.

The Atlantean realm never lacked for treasures, for all the sunken ships, pirate and cargo ended up in her domains, merfolk free to fetch from the drowned loot as they saw fit. A few even made underwater homes of the mighty capsized frigates.

Once in the lavish room, it took Rafel a while to iron things out with between his women and the water queen. Ravenna was the hardest to handle. As they all sat around him on the long banquette in a protective pose, she was the one savagely cutting eyes at the calmer Yemaya.

"Remember, she's a goddess. You can't hurt her," he persuaded with his eyes.

When he finished explaining things and convincing his sidekicks not to stake some fish, he was finally able to turn to Yemaya and give answer to her long unanswered question.

"Yes, Yemaya. . .Queen of the Seas, Bringer of Seasons, and Empress of the Atlantean Colonies. I accept you as my Bride."

To ease the tension rolling off massively in the room, Rafel added, "—you don't need to ask twice!"

Everyone laughed—smiled at least, but it didn't reach Ravenna's leafgreen eyes. She would never like the water queen. The bitch mermaid had hitched herself to the greatest man—and lover she'd ever known. It had to be some kind of sin for one woman to keep Rafel all to herself. Convincing her mind it was a sham marriage, was enough to keep her from pulling her dagger on Yemaya.

Plus, it wasn't like Rafel was going to live in Atlantis. It was a union of convenience.

[🎶 Queen of The Waves – Barbie (Performance in Barbie, A Mermaid Tale).]

The water wedding as it turned out was only a reason to drink, party, fuck shit up, and fuck people too. In the excitement of some truly nudist rave, everyone was eager to forget the near assassination of the water queen. The marriage was a fake; every mermaid from marina to coast knew it. But the ceremony wasn't!

It was held in the grandest Hall Dome Rafel had ever seen. Every single gemstone was featured on display. Arrogance and glory. Because what's the point of having 'fuck-you' money if you can't throw it in people's faces and say, 'Fuck You!'

Rafel liked it.

He could buy out the Atlantean Colonies but then he'd probably go broke. It was worth billions of Eldorian gold coins. And it wasn't even on the open market.

Luckily, marrying Yemaya would give it to him on a platter.

The wedding halls were majestic. Rafel beheld sturdy white pillars and floors of smashing ivory. A chandelier of pierced silver and furnished walls made in rhinestone, rubies, sapphire, and jade. It was moneyed, down to last plucked dew petal of water lilies. Starfishes basked under the warm lamps of archways.

Ravenna expected nothing less of Rafel's wedding—even a sham one.

Two short hours had passed.

And in that time, she had being given a luxury wardrobe change just for the occasion, along with Cora and Aya to choose their own preferences for the ceremony. Ravenna had been fitted by a glowing jellyfish whose only means of communication was by shrilly rattling its stingers.

Now, she sat in resplendent white, same as all the hundred starry invitees flowing out the decorated seats about hers. She wondered how the Hall had being readied so fast.

'Shit! They'd probably been waiting on Rafel to say YES. And when he did, wham! Slam! Bam! Who's your mummy?'

A merman had sidled up to Aya and was romancing her up. Aya was such a slut—and that was a compliment. Ravenna tried not to listen in on their heavy flirting. Instead, she looked up to the dais where Rafel stood.

Cora was really striking behind him in her glorious white pantsuit and pristine trendy shoes [Jordans, really]. She was his best woman. Only Rafel in the entire saintly luminescence wore black. Head to toe. There was no swaying him.

It gave Ravenna some inner guilty pleasure.

When the Bride stepped out, all rose to their feet. Even Ravenna. Not as a courtesy to her hallowed position as Merfolk queen, but in sheer wonderment of her beauty and grace.

Her gown was like frothing, spilling falls of water. The dress's frills shimmered and glowed, in a million opal threads and ivory gems. She rode down the aisle on a magnificent sea horse whose neighing at the altar was so beautiful that it brought Cora to tears.

Yemaya, in her billowy bridal gown stepped off quaintly. A queen of the waves.

"Respect!" Ravenna hailed the queen silently.

The Water Wedding might be fake but the money spent on it was sure as hell not.

To all who wondered if Rafel might hold a bit of love for his mermaid bride, their concerns were put to rest when he didn't kiss the bride. Rather, the new bride, Yemaya turned to her harem of four lush mermaids and one hunky merman. She kissed them instead, one after the other. Her brown skin was poured caramel in her immaculate robes.

Rafel clapped. So did everyone else.

. . . like. . .no one gave a fuck!

And then the music started playing. The tempo of the party changed in seconds. Water music was weird. It just sounded like severe moaning incorporated into sensual beats. It made you wanna strip, fuck, and fuck hard.

Soon enough, no one remembered it was a wedding. People were peeling off each other's clothes right there in the Hall Dome. The black boss chairs were being made into instruments of the rawest passion. Sex positions never even invented yet were explored by eager minds. Kissing was only first base.

Now Ravenna had never being privy to an orgy, but she figured this classified as one.

"Multiple people! About to fuck! That's about it, innit?"

The lovely bride was up on the dais. She was the prime spectacle of the night. The train of her gown formed clouds about her. She seemed like she lay on the moon. Her harem was gathered into her. They caressed and loved up her body.

Her dress was down to her waist. One of her woman lovers sucked at her breasts. Yemaya's brown skin gleamed liquid gold. Black gold.

Another woman had her head vanished under the immaculate pools of her gown. Yemaya's thighs strained into her face. A third was behind, holding back her gorgeous blue river of hair. The fourth woman lover, a lass of pink tresses, guided the water queen's lips to the robust bronze shaft of a man's cock.

The only man in Yemaya's harem.

He was quite worthy, considering the girth of his penis.

He stood before the Atlantean queen with his legs at ease. His head was fallen back as Yemaya softly sucked on him. She massaged him with her mouth. The fluidness to which he was slipping in and out of her mouth hypnotized Ravenna in her seat.

Yemaya's ethereal lovers showered her entire body in plenty doses of love. The music in the glittery halls were wordless. Just a flow of earth sounds and violin octaves, joining like the bodies in perfect harmony. Lights had been dimmed. Curtains softly breezed in mild wind.

And Ravenna found out: she was the only one still seated and fully dressed.

Aya Naamah was MIA.

"She's probably getting drilled by that hunk earlier." Ravenna hushed in the erotic halls.

She was still staring forward at the water queen's embracing passion; a writhing woman who was now being fingered and fucked at the same time—in her mouth and ass—when a large shadow fell across her face.

She blinked and looked up.

"Y–Your G–Grace?"

She cleared her throat loudly.

Rafel loomed above her. Even when she stood up on her feet to her full height. Cora was the effortless effeminate knockout beside him. They both stood with their hands in their clashing pants pockets. Dark, and light. Perhaps it was the music, but Ravenna suddenly felt like kissing.

Rafel smiled down at her and shared a cryptic look with Cora.

"I see you're enjoying the reception." His amber eyes darkened wickedly. "A little less than Aya I presume. Since my slave is currently invisible, I have to assume that she's sweating out some poor fish-man somewhere. Hmm. I don't know how I feel about that.

Corazón and I are heading out to the submarine. Join us after?"

"No–no. Umm. . .I'll go with you. I want to go with you, Your Majesty." Ravenna said and executed a perfect elegant waist dip.

Rafel narrowed his eyes at her terribly poetic green ones.

"Your Majesty?"

Ravenna only smiled, Cora along with her. "You're King of the seas now! Don't you forget it. . .YOUR MAJESTY." She smarted.

"Please, I prefer Your Grace." Rafel gave back. "Your Majesty sounds phony. Besides, I'm ceremonial King only."

"—That doesn't mean you didn't get the ring," Ravenna teased.

"Hey!" Rafel rubbed her head playfully.

She was right though. A massive red diamond glinted off his fourth finger. Sham marriage or not, his fortune had received one luscious creamy topping. Rafel took Ravenna's hand in one of his. He took Cora's also, in the other. And the three of them walked out from the ongoing orgy of breathless raspy voices.

Cora softly shut the doors behind them.

"And the spitfire returns," she said, grinning meaningfully at Ravenna. "We missed ya!"

The girl rolled her eyes.

"Sorry I wasn't there at the docks earlier to pick you up." Rafel offered out of nowhere.

They were walking across the long glittery landing belt for underwater vessels to their submarine on the east hangar.

"It wasn't your fault," Ravenna replied gently before mischief entered her eyes. "—you were busy getting your ass kidnapped!"

"What! How dare you!" Rafel rounded his eyes to match her histrionics. He was playing with her too. "Just because you TRIED to save me ONE time doesn't give you bragging rights."

Cora was laughing out loud as he continued,

". . .besides, I was fine when you arrived. It doesn't count."

Ravenna scoffed. "Uh, yes it does!"

"It doesn't!" Rafel fired back.

"It so does!"

"You know what? Come here!" Rafel grabbed at her. "I'll show you kidnapping. . ."

Ravenna tried to run but she was already up in the air, flailing her legs, giggling and teary-eyed as Rafel hoisted her up to his shoulders. From his height, even their submarine in the distance looked small.

"CORA CAN'T SAVE YOU!" Rafel taunted a screaming Ravenna.

They were all playing and laughing as they ran to the vessel that would take them home.

What an adventure? Rafel was thinking to himself. And then his system pinged with new notifications, making it even better.

[Ding!]

[Upgrades Identified!]

[Union with a Rank S Marine Deity has granted you quick advancement into the next Celestial Circle.]

[Current Level: Third Celestial Circle.

Current Ranks: HELL ANOINTER, MANSLAYER.

Newest Rank: ATLANTEAN KING!

PROWESS: You have gained control over an immense variety of marine life. Telepathic connection to all magical and nonmagical sea creatures. New subjects under your Atlantean system include: Concubine Nymphs, Sirens, Sea Horses, Messenger dolphins, War sharks.

ABILITIES: Aqua Telekinesis, ability to control and shift water.

Aqua Telekinesis can be leveled up to BLOOD BENDING. Currently available for upgrade in your current Third Celestial Circle.]

[Ding!]

[GIFTS RECEIVED!]

[Namely: One BLESSED RUBY DIAMOND RING – One LEGENDARY SEA HORSE SCALE CHAINMAIL – One EPIC ELEPHANT SEAL ARMOR – The DIVINE TRIDENT, FROSTBLADE – The DIVINE CROWN OF ATLANTIS.]

[You are hereby named Lord Husband and Consort of Yemaya the Radiant, Controller of the Seasons, and Imperial King of the Atlantean Colonies.

Privileges enjoyed from this union extend to the Water Queen's bed, and to infinity.]

[Ding! Updates ended!]

"Judging by your smile, I see you've leveled up, Your Grace." Cora read Rafel's expressions easily.

He smiled warmly as he replied, "Between you, my dear Corazón, Little Raven, and my Sea Bride. . .like fuck I have!"

He pulled Cora into the submarine's hatch with him. As the metal door shut with a machine hissing, their sounds of laughter could be heard echoing out underwater and up to the surface.