Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[#deepthroat #skinnygirl #CNC]

". . .Yep. I was a huge red [Yeti] for months in a pit." Rafel had just finished telling Annabelle about his grave one-one immortal combat with the god of deception and corruption. He stressed, "the fucker had regenerative runes and [Mahjong] talismans of abyssal frights. I had to go full rampage on his arse. I engaged [Gorilla Pound-for-pound]."

Anna's white eyes were huge on Rafel. It was a look of yearning. "Battling him as the Red Titan must've helped?" He had told her this but she was thirsty to listen to more he had to say. Rafel walked over to where she sat at the fat edge of a hanging cot. "If you're asking if my transformation into a demonic, scarlet 90ft Abomination helped, then the answer is yes. It did. It made it easier to shred the cunt in two."

"My Kingslayer." Anna grinned like a cheerleader of the Witch Academy.

As Rafel offered her one of the mead goblets in his hand, his smile wasn't proud. Only jovial; it wasn't the first time he'd heard open praise delivered to him from the mouth of a hot blondie. Chicks across Titans Landing worshipped his statues and murals. A famous [Serpent] cult in the undercity was even named after him: the Burning Ones. Rafel waited until Anna had gulped her first sip of the wine. And then he asked her, "I didn't mention the people of the realms calling me Kingslayer in my story. How do you know about this title of mine?"

Anna smiled widely. Light bloomed in her stare.

"Souls," she interpreted, "the other souls told me."

"Right." Rafel clipped. "—I forget I'm taking to one thousand dead people here."

"Avatars, m'lord." Anna corrected. She reached out to touch his forearm then. "But it's mostly me right now. I only listen to them if I want to, sorta like the art of [Ghostwhispering]. They only interfere if I permit. The [soul-stichs] of Aelaria Törmund heed me." Her fingers curled into Rafel's tan skin and drew him closer to the hammock. Closer still, until he stood right in front of her: a towering [Shade] of a man.

"...So relax, m'lord. I'm all the girl you remember."

"Bellisima." Rafel hushed in a coal voice.

Anna nodded. "Yes, Your Bellisima. And in this light cabin right now, I can be everything you need. Fate has given us a loophole." Her winter eyes dropped to his huge, belt buckle; "Seize it!"

It sounded like what she really meant was— "Seize me."

Annabelle felt so hot down south and rubbed her long legs together. She knew the dampness she'd feel if she dared to put her hand and touch herself, if it was but her palm she wanted stroking that tiny pink slit. She looked on Lord Israfel, her red-haired warlock: this frigate of panty-dropping masculinity. She had last seen him close to three years now, in Emberfall. Back then, she was one soul. One body.

The Woodswoman of Gūndlheim.

The Moon-eyed Maiden. The Huntress [Immortal].

And even then she'd wanted to jump the fuck out of his bones. But then, there were so many thots in heat, trying to land that dick.

Lord Israfel was more a hotshot than he was when listed as Earl rank. Now he had the fame and reign; the pomp of the great battles he'd fought and won. In Emberfall, bitches had been trying to ride him for his cock, looks and money. Now, they were just about to hit it for clout.

Inside her Anna confessed: "I'm almost grateful I died and became a [Soul-stich]. If now I'll have him alone for at least..." she cornered her eyes out the small oval windows of the cottage, "four hours."

She maintained Rafel in the circle of her legs, only dropping her eyes to down the contents of her cup before tossing the emptied goblet far. "Give me that, my Lord. Thank you." Rafel watched her grab and toss his too. Her tongue slipped out to trace the soft seam of her mouth. As she wet her bottom lip, she stared him right in his leopard eyes. Just as her hands crept up his fine starched pants to the huge, dragonhead, belt buckle.

Her fingers worked immediately, and fast.

She began to loosen him. To free the dark bulbous thing...the primal taste of him.

Anna had little experience at undressing any man, much less one as distracting as Rafel, after three years as one of the souls of a fey goddess. But what she lacked in that she made up for in zeal. Rafel could've helped but he got the distinct feeling she wanted to do it herself.

No, needed to.

She was panting by the time she unhooked the tull.

Her hands were shaking.

Rafel felt her hot breath over his crotch. He felt his cock rising with each huff and puff. She did the bad thing with her lips again, and Rafel's little brother jumped within. Anna inhaled sharply.

"I want it. I-I want you in my mouth."

He jumped again, right in front of her hot, wintry stare. Annabelle hadn't blinked since she spotted the great bulge of his manhood. How long? she begged her heart. How long till she had this boy's pulsing, dark, fat penis slamming inside her mouth.

Rip!

Anna tore his slimfit trousers down. Breathing hard, she helped him out of it and he kicked the jeans off.

His black briefs came down next.

Anna couldn't wait for him to step out this time.

Once the swelled long member bobbed out of the cotton confines, she moaned small, making the sound of a kitten being scratched behind the ears.

"Ahhn, dear gods. I-It's so big."

Anna pooled saliva in her mouth, readying herself, her throat to take him; she didn't care how big of a slut it made her. She infact wanted to prove she could fit all of his broad stuff in her mouth. And this made her an even bigger whore. Anna licked her red lips the third time and yapped her mouth wide for him to slip in.

"Aaahhhh."

Rafel's cock twitched upon her plush lips. Neither one of them touched it first. Rafel only moved his hips a bit and the dark shaft pushed in. Anna put her tongue down to give his fat penis room. Her Lord was hung.

His balls caressed her chin the deeper he went in her mouth. Halfway in, Rafel felt the back of her throat. He tried to pull out. And that's when Anna's hands went up. She gripped both sides of his lean hips. Her gold-shined nails dug into his narrow V-line. The small stab made Rafel's abs bunch into a six-pack ridge you could bounce a cool coin off on.

His dick arrowed down her throat.

"Seven fuckin' hells, Anna!"

Looking down, he could see himself outlined in her gullet; like a slithering python mass, pulsating, and curling, and enlarging. Anna on the other hand was stuffed. She could not speak. Not with that big of a cock rammed inside her mouth. Her lips formed a rose around the rod area close to his groin. Saliva poured out of Anna. Her spit glistened his mighty substance. She wheezed. Spittle dribbled like fresh water from a tap, to his balls.

Foaming.

Again, she wheezed.

"Anna?" Rafel tried.

But she would not let him go.

She gripped his clenched butt and closed her lips in suction pressure around his penis. "You naughty girl!" Rafel grabbed instantaneously for her hair.

The golden tresses piled like merchant silk in his hands: a flood of sunshine and [Lumina] spilled in his fingers. With a hard grip of her hair, he pulled her back. He watched his cock escape like some alien thing from deep in her gut. Even he felt the urge to clap at her efforts; not any woman could deep-throat a devil. Much more the Apollyon.

With one hand, he fisted her blonde waves and held her back to keep her from lunging again at him. Her eyes were delirious. He'd sparked the primal heat in her somehow. She was simply a body of lust now—ready to be drilled and squirt loads of cream.

A total sex creature.

She was gone.

Rafel stared down at her smudged face. So pretty.

"Are you trying to kill yourself on my dick?"

She shook her head.

"You can't talk, huh?"

She managed to wriggle some inches free, because her hair was that long – and pushed up her face in on Rafel's sac. She inhaled deeply his musk. Her own saliva drained from his heavy balls onto her pinkened face. Her tongue lashed out and ran the seam of his sac up to his penis head. But Rafel held her back, pulling on her hair at the instant her lips would close on his cock.

"You're too horny. I'm gonna ration this dick for you." His bass was cold and wicked.

Rafel felt if he so much as breathed on her nipple, or put his thumb up her ass, she would explode in vibrationally fierce orgasm.

His cock kept sliding this way and that against her lips. She kept going for it, begging, like a good, lil' whore.

Rafel utterly loved it.

Pah!

He slapped her lightly.

"Ahh." She gave a low sob. And her body trembled.

Rafel boomed down at her. "Hmm. You like that?"

Pah!

He hit her again. This time on the left side of her face, and harder.

She moaned a raspy sound. Her arms were limp at her sides. Her breasts were rounded. Nipples fat and taut over pink areolas. One luscious tit hung out of her skimpy, silvery bodice.

Rafel grabbed at it and squeezed.

She convulsed. "Fuuu—"

Rafel grabbed her without warning and pulled her back to his massive boner. He forced her mouth down on him, pushing, forcing, till he was firmly seated and lodged down her throat.

"You little bitch! You like to roleplay rape? Hmm?"

She made some sound. But her nod was enough.

CNC it is, Rafel confirmed.

[Consensual Non-Consent]

Rafel gripped her soiled blond hair with his left hand. His right palm closed around her throat. He rammed in there a few times.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

He waited a beat; she had gushed hot saliva all the way down his thighs and legs. And he pounded her mouth again. Going harsher.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Ack... Ack..."

Anna coughed and wheezed when he dislodged from her throat, exiting her mouth so fast she all but retched. He slapped and rubbed his dick all over her face, coating her cheeks; her eyes with his dark meat slime. He stopped for just a second to clear the wet hair from her face, to catch her moon-white iris.

"Bellisima." he said admiringly.

Then just like that, his yellow eyes went obsidian once more.

Thwah!!!

He backhanded her soundly.

Annabelle rocked backward to the floors. And then she had a mini orgasm right there.

Rafel saw this: her body shake and stiffen.

He decided to give her more savagery.

"COME HERE, RUNT!"

He dragged her up by her hair.

"Hold that!"

He put her shaky hands around both stands of the cot.

Thracckkk!

He ripped her bodice in half, tossing the parted pieces of the immaculate dress up above her head, so that it fell and covered her face. He angled her roughly to face away from him. Behind her, he was large and monstrously built. Annabelle had never being a BBW. She was a complete skinny girl.

Her waist was the span of Rafel's hand, from wrist to middle finger's tip.

He spread her open, looking into her privates.

Pah!

He spanked both of her pert ass cheeks, soundly.

"You're the most primed bitch I've ever seen," he growled, "filthy fucking slut!

"I don't care if you cum or not. This is totally for my pleasure." Rafel didn't mean this part. He was only acting out her kink. "Fuck you, dirty whore!" Rafel grabbed his cock and held her down more. With a great howl, he slammed in to the hilt inside her.

"AAHHHNNNN!!!"

Anna came instantly.

A flood of womanly warmth came rushing out of her cute, tiny entrance. Spread wide pink by Rafel and his monster size, she began squirting; she was so hot to watch as she shuddered uncontrollably, releasing pussy juice that just about gave Rafel a damn shower.

In a burst of [Etheria] and pale luminescence, Anna disappeared while still clutching to the cot. She reappeared beside the small chimney—Rafel still inside her. Rather than ask what the fuck just went down, he grappled her tiny hips and began a hard drilling of her cunt. Gasping, moaning, and cuming many, many times, Anna kept vanishing and then popping up again.

Once by the window overlooking the loch.

Twice on the floors in front of the baking oven.

All the while, Rafel was glued to her back.

—humping like a bad doggy.

Exactly four hours later, Anna gripped Rafel's hand on her throat and came the final time in asphyxia.
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She looked around. They had destroyed the entire cottage. "Dear Martyr!" she panted.

Behind her, Rafel dropped with a thud. He couldn't speak. But he knew that whenever the other [soul-stichs] came to, they would not be as smiley-faced, with what he'd done to their home—or their body.