Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

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"SPARE ME, please! Spare me." The roasting man howled. "I had no idea whom you are. Yah!" He shrieked like a girl—which when compared to his imposing size was very hilarious.

Falling from his bike, the brass-skinned marauder crashed heavily to the earth. His blood boiled at near one hundred degrees. His large arms was puffed with boils. His clothes were peeling from his huge body, along with surface flesh. Charcoal skin was quickly becoming red viscera. Long gone was his initial facade of being hardcore.

Rafel took a look back at the girls and grinned wide. A dark smile. He said, "nothing like a good live spitting to teach barbarian scum some manners."

Again, not racist.

The other forty nine marauders who'd blocked the path through the mountain trails had mouths agape and face aghast; one particular gold-haired summer of a girl beside the black dude had literal tears in her eyes. Some part of the moisture was from the heat the man's body gave up.

This was Rafel's Influence—[The Cauldron]:

A god-level ability, of which the hunk Marauder's own [Juggernaut] system was powerless against. Muscles were only useful if you'd the chance to use them. Rafel gave this Sorcese man no option. He was still smiling whilst the man knelt boiling like he was in a hot pot. Most of his skin was gone now. In the absolute destruction of pain, he had peeled off the melting layers of his face with his own fingers.

"Hmm. Smells like sushi," chuckled Rafel, "I hear you guys eat like this a lot. No?" He looked to the bewildered faces of the tribe. "I wonder if you'll eat your leader now."

The gathered machine-vehicles were all turned off; all the rider unbelieving of their eyes. Behind, on one camel, Khalifa glanced at Cora from her weird ox. "Well don't look at us." Cora offered. Aya gave her sweetest smile yet. "I thought you had a stronger stomach, Hijabi." Then she looked back and front on the caravan, announcing, "you all better belly up. You're in the presence of a demon of the [4th Hel Circle]. For those of you who don't know what that means, his surname is Blüdthïrste. Go figure... and grow some fucking nerve while you're at it."

Her sweet smile didn't fade as it went forward to the kneeling, roasting man. He was all red meat now. And surprisingly still alive.

"P-Please. H-Help meeee!" He begged.

If anything Aya's blush lips spread wider. Corazón drew near with her beautiful blues and remarked. "Nicely done, babe. How can we be riding with such weaklings?" Then both their gazes turned to the third person in the high litter with them, Ravenna, and only then did the succubus and Revenant change their emotions about the roasting of a man—at least in front of Ravenna.

"Oh, Raven, are you okay? I'm sorry." Cora offered and drew her close into her embrace. Ravenna hid her face into Cora's supple chest.

Of Israfel's current [Harem Sect], Ravenna was the most innocent. His puritan. As much as half of her was descended from that cunt, Mephistopheles, the other half—the better half—was still angel. It mattered to Rafel and the other girls that she still retained the heavenly part of her. If he ever turned off his [Empath Coil] Ravenna was his light back from vengeance.

Hell, she was the reason he hadn't just strolled into Titans Landing and exploded the entire city with everyone in it. Him as the bomb that is.

What better explosive to unleash on his infernal family that he who was birthed from a pool of Hellfire?

'It's the long road now, I guess.' Rafel mused. And he smiled small where he stood few feet in front when Cora embraced Ravenna so she wouldn't see.

Rafel turned to face back the stricken gang. "Tribes of Sorcese, all I wanted was to pass through these mountains. Really. But then you're leader had to go be a cunt as try to pat me down. Well, who's the bitch now?!" He put his hand through the pale smoke and clutched to wisps of the man's hair. The scalp came right off. "Ugh!" Rafel tossed it. It landed in the sands at the feet of the blonde girl. She took one look at the slob of overheated brain and retched all over her bike's handlebars.

"See—" Rafel threw out a hand. "This is what I'm talking about. This didn't need to have happened. I happen to have a girlfriend who hates fires..." Rafel was talking about Ravenna—and Emberfall: the first real inferno and death to consume their past.

"...believe me I'd rather not sleep alone tonight," he said, "but you guys just couldn't fight your greed, huh. So I had to do this." He pushed the burning man so he fell back from his knees. Most of his face was too burned to scream at the fiery contact of his melting body with the hot desert sands.

His body charred, but reddened again, fresh layers peeling, just as quickly.

"You're a fraud!" One teenager yelled from his four-wheeler, which resembled a metal alligator. "You say you want to unify us. But then you murder us!"

Rafel blinked once. "Am I really? Yes, I want to unify, but when you try to rob me of TEN FUCKING MILLION?!" He scoffed. "—It's damn sure going to get hot."

His cruel joke was not lost on the gangs, but they knew he was right. And besides, what could they do about it? The burning man was down to putrid skeleton and organs now. This side of the mountain smelled like boar over a fire. "Shall I save you the tripe?" Rafel dipped his boot's tip in the man's steaming carcass; the dude's heart had finally stopped beating.

The blonde girl stepped up, wiping at her mouth.

"Please, enough."

The sight of her golden beauty placated his wrath. To Rafel, her pretty eyes were a good dose of 'calm the fuck down'. He dropped his amber iris. "Very well." Then he put out his right palm. A wave of clear red fire shot out from his fingertips: crimson flames bullied by blacker spits. The [Darkfyre] incinerated all that remained of the Sorcese tribe leader in a second. When he drew back his hand, all that was left in the center of the rider gangs and the traveling caravan behind was a patch of black earth.

"Poor vultures." Rafel made another dark joke with a small raise of his eyebrows to the skies, "I just denied them supper. Speaking of," his gaze slid back to the bombshell blondie, "I presume you all have your camp nearby. You fuckers have just wasted my day. Night is soon upon us. Shall we get to it then?"

The girl was wise enough to replace the question mark at the end of his sentence with a full stop.

She walked forward. She stepped into the very same black patch: the ash of the former tribe leader, and bowed forward to the waist.

"As you wish, Rebel Lord. And might I add, on behalf of the Tribes of Sorcese, welcome to the Skoatl Mountains." A new marauder commander was born, in the literal ashes of the fallen. The rest of the evening was pretty progressive afterwards.

In one hour, Rafel was sitting in front of a fire in the largest cave he had ever seen. In no way natural. Not at first. He guessed these people had hewn and hewn, like miners in the dark, until this place was born. It was one hollow cavernous chamber.

Other smaller fire circles were about. A great tree stalked up in the center of the cave, branches of moonwood sprouting out into the starlit sky. The bark of the tree was coiled like the tusks of an elephant. As he sat, Rafel spotted more natives in the area. Their skins were burnished, except that of their new blonde tribe leader. Little children stared at his own unique circle: the redhaired giant, the quiet one with mossgreen eyes, the one who they couldn't tell if they were a boy or girl, and then the blue curvaceous woman.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He, Ravenna, Corazón, Aya Naamah, in that order.

Before long, the children had enough feast for their little eyes and began to play about, skirting around different fire circles but never close enough to it.

It was a small village.

"These tribespeople of the Skoatl Mountains, their skins remind me of..."

"Rosamunde."

Rafel didn't have to finish the sentence he began. Cora was right there in thought with him. He was right. Their complexion was cool caramel. Dark. But not too tame. Rosamunde Spears [Investigator Extraordinaire] was part reason for this war. . .for all this.

Rafel abruptly stood. "Excuse me."

Ravenna tried to follow, but Cora stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. "No, darling. Let him."

Rafel didn't stop walking, not even when he spied the cute blonde commandant bathing in an [Asaiie Pool] off a limestone chamber. He kept walking until he found one of such bathing chambers. Empty. His two fingers were already out. The tips of the digits lit vibrant red; he drew a [Portal Rune] into the air. The shape of a hexagon.

The burning crisscross lines moved out, expanding and glowing brighter. In three seconds, a doorway stood shimmering before him.

"GRAY DOOR, I summon out of Caer Mullhen, the Critch MILF."

The doorway spat writhing shadows from its edges. It glowed unearthly magenta.

BOO! The portal coughed out a lingerie-clad Mama Mia.

"What the—" the clueless voluptuous MILF looked around.

Rafel's evil smile widened when he found her in only tight black panties, and a matching bust top.

"Lord Israfel." Recognition entered her pearl eyes.

"Damn, Mami!" He smiled more. "Preparing for sleep, are we?"

"Not anymore." She was already pulling off her top.

Rafel forsook the last shred of his morality at that. He pounded for where she stood and grabbed her by her long, silky violet hair. "Come here," he said. "I've had a really full day, woman. You shall salve me of it."

"You ache for the real woman. I know you do."

Rafel silenced her with his cock, seeding her mouth almost instantly he entered it. PAH! PAH! SPLAT! She giggled and let him slip out. He tore off her flimsy night top. "Away with his shit." he growled. And she offered him her hot, stupendous breasts. An offering it was. As delicious as one made to Svyana. He guessed the Inca goddess was hot, but not as stupidly voluptuous as the one under him.

Rafel fucked her cleavage and large boobs for a while. He rammed the head of his cock into her mouth with every push. But then, she pushed out her ass and it was too much of an enticement.

"Sit. Sit!" Rafel smacked her big buttocks, reveling in the robust flesh. She spread out her cheeks with both hands as she put each of her long legs on either side of him and lowered to his face.

"Uuumm." Slurp! Slurp! Rafel enjoyed her wet hole.

Her gaping ass creamed his mouth and nose in juicy MILF cunt. Her musk was distinctly mature.

For Israfel, this was perhaps the one and only thing he missed about his Auntie these days.

Rafel didn't have time to penetrate Mama Mia with his fat cock. But he did her mouth.

And when the both of them were close, he moved them into a [69] position and let her ride his face into a fevered orgasm. He shot his hot load into her mouth and was extremely pleased with the hot, ram-horned MILF when she guzzled it all down. Her hair. Her face. Her titties. Her bounteous ass. She glistened everywhere with him.

PAH!

Rafel gave her shaking butt one last resounding slap as he lapped up her gaping asshole. "Off with you now, you devious woman. Next time, I shall have your cunt. Now, I'm sure your husband must miss you."

This made Mama Mia pause.

"Oh please. You didn't think I knew you were married?"

He didn't give her a chance to form words in her open mouth. He tossed her back through the [Gray Door]. And then he lowered into the ethereal blue pool to cool his ripped, gleaming body.