Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Rafel watched Cordelia push and enter in through the door of a suite. He followed in after her. She was at the window, pulling up the moon curtains, when he abruptly walked in. Cordelia turned sharply. She began to speak, but the tremor of fury on her lips shone as lust in her eyes.

"What are you doing, Your Grace? You can\'t be in here! My husband will take a bayonet to you, demon or not. He will kill—"

"QUIET!" Rafel thundered.

His voice was an animalistic growl. The door shut softly behind him. Cordelia\'s lips trembled into silence. She loved being tossed around. Ordered about. And punished when she didn\'t obey.

The man before her knew it. He was giving her exactly what she wanted. Cordelia breathed hard by the window.

As Rafel moved across from the shut door to her, his gait was the prowling of a wolf.

He stopped directly in front of her. He was a mountain. Strong. Sure. Hard. His eyes raked her clothes and the desire in the pits of his gilden eyes stoked hers.

"No one is dying here today, Countess—if you do exactly as I say. Okay?"

Cordelia nodded. "Okay."

She could barely keep herself from jumping onto his dark demonic body. Near seven feet of hard, ruthless male was a lot for an aroused woman. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Cordelia inhaled against his broad chest.

"How much time do we have?"

"Enough," Rafel rumbled in reply.

Cordelia lifted her hand to her fly. Rafel smacked it away. His eyes were unkind. Cruel even. Cordelia loved it utterly. She didn\'t want the sweet man.

She desired the strong, dominant, savage Alpha. Rafel was the embodiment of it all.

"You don\'t touch yourself, Countess. I do the undressing, got it!" He raged down to her.

He was the shadow of a frigate as he loomed over her. She gave a comely nod. And he smiled evilly.

"Now turn around!"

Cordelia shivered. "T–To the window? It\'s made of glass. Anyone can see us. Please fuck me anywhere else but here. I—"

Rafel roughly spun her and practically hurled her to the ledge. He was cautious though with his strength. Cordelia slammed into the glass panes. One of her hand caught the drapes. Her other hand grabbed at the windowsill.

Rafel enveloped her from behind and growled darkly in her ear.

"I take you wherever I want, Countess. If I want to fuck you against the wall, against the window, in your marital bed or in front of your fucking husband, I WILL. Now spread those fucking legs, you beautiful slut!"

Cordelia couldn\'t breathe. She couldn\'t move either. She was turned on so much she felt she would just orgasm if Rafel so much as licked her ear. She began moaning,

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me please! Take this little slutty whore. Drill my pussy—I\'m all yours. You make me so fucking wet. Feel.

. .feel how hot I am for you."

Cordelia bent and stretched by the window like a cat. She pushed out her fat ass and Rafel circled his hands to her front. He pulled softly at her zipper in case she was Commando under. Then he tore the damn trousers down to her waist. Cordelia was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her pert ass shook deliciously up against Rafel\'s groin.

"Fuckin\' hell, woman. You want to kill me?"

He delivered twin slaps to her round cheeks. He pushed her face into the window\'s glass. The surface was cool against Cordelia\'s red face. She heard the sound of Rafel unbuckling his belt and it only made her push back more into him.

"Give me this dick, demon. Give it to me. Please, I need your fucking cock!"

"Yes, you fucking do." Rafel jerked Cordelia\'s blue panties to the side. Her tight jeans were down to her knees and he was granted a prime view of her luscious rump. He spanked and kissed both ass cheeks.

He dipped his finger into her ass crack and brought up the wetness up and around to her lips. He pulled her up by the hair a second and shoved his finger into her panting mouth.

"There you go, you filthy belle. Suck on it. Taste yourself. You are so beautiful but so fucking dirty. Such a wild thing!"

Rafel knew he had only few minutes before someone came barging through the door. He had to give both Cordelia and himself the satisfaction they both desperately needed in record time. He had never needed make a woman cum so quick in his life.

Rafel grabbed at Cordelia\'s spilling black hair. He tapped his cock a few times against her jiggling ass and rubbed sensually down her ass crack to her clit. He was tempted to take her ass for a second. He refrained for the sake of both their sanities.

"I would advise Her Grace to try to keep silent."

Rafel cautioned in a raspy voice, biting into Cordelia\'s neck and making her squeak. His pants too was down at his knees. They had no time to fully undress. It was to be a feverish hardcore pounding. A quickie.

"Relax," Rafel growled into her ear from behind.

And then he sank into her.

"Good God!"

Cordelia received him warmly and tightly. Her pussy accepted all he gave. He stretched and filled up her inner space. He made delicious circles with his hips, and Cordelia was already quivering under him. With no time to fully make her enjoy his heavy cock, Rafel grabbed her hips and hair and pinned her to the window.

He began thrusting. Fucking. Drilling. Banging. And every other way that was furious and raw.

He hammered her until the both of them were breathless, quaking on their two feet, and struggling to keep their groaning to hushed panting. Rafel felt Cordelia wet his thighs with her pussy juice and knew she was close.

"Yes, ummm. Yes! I love the way you drill that pussy. The way you fuck me good and deep. Ohh, fuck me more, demon. Yes!

Slap that ass. Dominate me. Use me. Possess me. Oh god, I\'m coming. I can\'t hold it back anymore, Rafel.

I\'m coming hard. I\'m gonna wet your dick. . .I\'m cooooming!"

As Cordelia thrashed under Rafel, doggystyle, he pulled out all of his thick cock to the very tip. He bent her more, pulling hard on her dark hair. He held a second of bated breath, and drove back into her, hammering her so ferally she convulsed in his arms. Cordelia was shaking. Quaking on her feet. Spasming.

Her orgasm had claimed her entire body and soul.

The lightning shot blinded her eyes as she rubbed her ass deeper into Rafel\'s groin. She jerked on her feet, willing her knees not to buckle. Her hand nearly ripped the curtain off its hanger. She slapped her other palm into the glass window.

Her breath had made the glass foggy. The winter outside made the air cold. To anyone on the moors watching, the would have beheld the Countess being slammed repeatedly from behind by rogue redhaired giant.

Cordelia was still coming down from her shivers when she felt Rafel tense up behind her. With a hard masculine fervor, he fell upon her, drilling and making her reach on her feet even as he shot into her. Rafel released his passion: hot milk spurts of his seed. Cordelia\'s body was ripe and she absorbed all that he gave.

Rafel pulled back and spread her ass to observe his handiwork.

"What a wonderful creampie!" He smacked Cordelia\'s oiled butt.

The daughter had promised it. But the mother had given it.

But Cordelia was not finished giving. She turned around from the window. Not drawing up her blue trousers, she went on her knees before Rafel. She took his cock in her hand reverentially and opened up her lips for him to slide in.

He tasted like her. He smelled like her. And Cordelia sucked him off to the spirit.

Rafel admittedly came some more in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed his semen as he grasped her plump tits with sneaky hands under her cardy. Cordelia rolled her velvety tongue over his broad tip and Rafel groaned heavily.

He couldn\'t shake the feeling though that someone was watching.

[ Your Wicked Ways – Becky Shaheen.]

Behind the ornate door stood Brunhilda, white as the palette of the villa. She had arrived to her dear mother\'s bedroom some minutes ago. She had lifted her hand to the door, just about to knock and call out, \'Mom?\' when she\'d heard the sounds.

Muted voices. Harsh clapping. Encouraging moans. Love whispers. Dirty talk.

Brunhilda\'s hand had frozen over the door. She had leaned to her waist to peer in through the peephole. And she had remained glued to it ever since.

Brunhilda had watched Rafel fucking her mother against the window, sucking her breasts and taking her frantically in a place the eye of any steward wandering the grounds could catch. The position in which he took her was primal.

A raw dogging!

She had watched this beautiful man jam her mother flat on her tits and drill her ass with his penis. It wasn\'t the first time Brunhilda had seen a man\'s cock, but it was the first she had seen one that appealed to her.

He was glistening, gold, and proud. The kind of girth that could keep her intrigued for hours.

And now, Brunhilda, watching her mother on her knees, sucking in Rafel like her favourite pop tart gave the young daughter the urge for a taste. Right this moment, her mother was kissing and slobbering her face into and all over his balls. Traces of his seed marked her cheeks and hair.

She had never seen her mother in such a wild and unhinged passion. Not even with her father.

Watching silently behind the door, Brunhilda felt her lips parting to feel the texture of the same cock in her mouth and on her tongue. Her mother was so beautiful taking dick this way. Brunhilda felt her own arousal taking root, damp and tingling, between her legs.

She looked to the redhaired god before whom her mother knelt. And she thought,

\'What is it that makes this man so endearing to all women? First, her friend Ravenna. And now, her own mother. Or was her mother first?\'

Brunhilda knew she should turn away. Her mother\'s breasts and sex were on full frontal nudity. But she didn\'t. She watched dear mom Cordelia lick her lips and rise to drown herself in a long kiss with the Earl.

A trail of Rafel\'s cum was slipping down her inner thigh. It was dirty. But Brunhilda liked it.

She whimpered softly when her mother closed off her breasts under the cashmere cardigan and drew on her jean pants again. Rafel cleaned himself up too. And it gave Brunhilda dark pleasure in watching the two of them redress.

She had always being a voyeur. Why stop now?

Ten minutes later, Rafel pulled open the bedroom door of the Countess. He stepped out first. The hallway was empty. Not a trace of Brunhilda. He did find her though as he entered again into the dining hall. She was seated same as before beside her father at the table.

It was like she\'d never left.

Sir Lucius Penderghast noticed his wife\'s hair was wet with a recent washing. Her neck was slightly flushed too, when she walked in some moments after his demonic visitor. He said nothing. He was of the mind that she had gone to the bathroom afterwards.

Poor, poor naïve Lucius.

"Thank the Elder Gods you\'re back! It looks like it\'s going to snow anytime soon. If you\'ll be leaving, you have to do so now. But please know, I offer my villa to host you for the rest of the day until the storm passes," was all Lucius said.

Rafel shook his head.

"Thank you kindly, Sir. But I must be on my way."

As Rafel said his final farewells to House Penderghast by the white doors of their ostentatious villa, he noticed Brunhilda was only half waving. She failed to meet his eyes too. The girl held a secret.

The Countess, Cordelia watched Rafel\'s black and silver silhouette meld into the shadows of a tree.

. . .SWOOSH!

And he was gone, in an instant.

She was yipping on the inside. She knew it would bring great sexual pleasure—one she could watch, to her bestfriend, Giselle if she told her of the sultry, hard banging by the window. Giselle would laugh, but tell her to repeat the tale—slowly this time, as she fingered herself to the imagination.

She had fogged up her window with a powerful demon. Or is it \'fucked\' up?