Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 Turn Down For What – DJ Snake ¢ Lil Jon.]

Zara's sensuous body gleamed under the sun, pure, caramel red temptation. A gift from Aphrodite. She was shapely as freshly plucked fruit, bathed in the essence of blood. The ripe mounds of her bosoms as mangoes peeking out beneath the green fronds: a succulent, luscious yellow. Her skin, red as the Nile at dusk, and those creamy bountifuls under her gown worthy of pages in the [Kama Sutra].

She was his Egyptian Cleopatra.

Rafel was staring. 'I would pound this voluptuous dragon chick to the Alexandrian moon and back. I owe it to men everywhere. Hell! How the fuck did I not feel those knockers all the while we were up in the sky. She is soft as can be.' Peitho was listening in to her Host's ruminations for the thick red babe, but kept her own thoughts to herself.

She desired with all her artificial consciousness to see how this would end—or begin.

"I can't do that. I'm sorry." Zara turned her face. His eyes were too alluring.

"You don't have to do anything."

'You just let me love and manhandle that red body of yours in all the ways possible.' Rafel didn't say this out loud. Inside his head, Peitho chuckled, but quickly subdued her own wanton peep before her Lord Host knew she was observing him and Zara.

The buxom [dragon girl] fingered her onyx horns as she felt Rafel's amber eyes touch every spot and dash of her tempting flesh he could see; his gaze was liquid. Zara felt cornered. Cornered by a lust so severe she couldn't think a single thought that didn't have something to do with fucking. And her rider's wicked eyes was not helping. Why did she have to go and choose this. .

.demon?

She was inflamed by the look he was giving her. The urge to reach down and release her tight body made her fingers quake. She felt she might just melt under the dusk sun if she didn't do something. Quick! Zara bristled. "I should not have come.

I shouldn't be this close to you. You're really, really fucking hard to say no to, especially when you're there looking like that."

She bit on her bottom lip. "Ugh. Why do have to be so handsome."

Rafel leaned into her delicious neck and inhaled. He breathed her in, and let her know he was doing it. His pink lips moved softly against her skin, his voice caressing her ear like a shower rain. "There are so many things you shouldn't do, Zarathustra. But you're here. With me.

I will make all the wrong things feel right."

Zara was dumbstruck at his confidence and hard honesty. It aroused her. He knew of his power.

She moved an inch back again.

"I love it when you call me by my name."

"You'll love it more when you scream out mine." He bit into her feline neck with his teeth.

Zara clenched her fat thighs together. She nearly jumped out of her crimson skin. "Get away from me, demon!" She slammed both her hands into his chest; it was a bad idea. Rafel caught them and held them. Her fingers shivered in his palms. He kissed her neck a few seconds then brought up his head to look into her eyes.

He pulled her hand up to his mouth.

"Tell me you don't want this." He placed his lips to her wrist. "Tell me, red dragon, and I'll let you be."

"I–I. . ."

She was still facing away into the moors distant from the mountaintop as she stuttered for a reply. Rafel opened her clenched fingers and sucked the forefinger into his mouth. "Tell me, Zara." She became breathy and moaned a soft sound. Rafel flicked the top of the finger with his tongue and she gasped at the shocking jolt of warm pleasure. It was delicious. "By the gods!" She rasped.

Rafel tutted: "Ah-ah, dragon. No gods here. It is only I."

And then he turned her face from the wilderness to him and kissed her full on the mouth. "Oh." Zara's first try was to push him off; to stop the flood of heat that swamped her at the taste of his lips. But then his tongue entered her mouth, and she was lost. "Yes," she hissed, her inner dragon slithering out. She opened her mouth and accepted him in.

Her hands sought out his shirt and she fisted the collars of his dark tunic. "Come closer, rider. I need you closer. I want to drink you. I want to taste you. No one is here.

You can ride me however you want. Use me. Take me. Fondle me."

Rafel grasped her hair.

"Yes. Dominate me. Gods! Don't stop."

He bent her head back and deepened the kissing, silencing out her moans. She withered in his arms, clutching to his clothes as he devoured her mouth. His tongue was hot velvet, and it roamed with hers. Zara wondered why she didn't already fuck him the moment she'd winged to this mountain. Her rider was a frigate ship. A war machine.

A Destroyer. She bent her body for his lips and gave him her all.

"Mhmm. Hmmm." She sucked his tongue and licked his mouth, making wet wanton noises. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and she quivered in his embrace. Her breasts were mashed and colossally large against his chest. Every scrape of her black satin sent a new shiver hurling to her core. She was wet as she'd never been—and that was saying something of a dragon.

Rafel only broke contact when they were just about to suffocate each other.

"You were saying?" Rafel lightly smacked her cheek, then kissed the burn. Zara was a goner.

He started a slow rake with his beautiful mouth down her body. His lips kissed the teardrops of need under her long lashes and his tongue swept out to take them. He dropped to her neck and inhaled deeply into her bronze skin. "You are a drug, Zara," he growled. "You intoxicate me. I want to pound you so hard you'll feel me for a week in your pussy."

"Ah, red one!"

Rafel gave her a smashing quick kiss. "Call me Israfel I said. I won't repeat myself."

Zara nodded and gulped. He was easing her legs apart, spreading those thick damask thighs. Her flesh was a ruby treasure, endless and hypnotic. Zara lowered her voice to a succubus' whisper. "You want my breasts?" Rafel's eyes flew back and forth between her golden iris and the robust pears swaying under her flimsy gown.

"You want some titties? Yeah?"

Grrrrhhh. Rafel went growling. His eyes furious black.

"I'll show you titties." Zara unfastened the gold clasp of her gown in front. The sweet ripeness of twin flesh immediately bobbed free. Rafel's heart was gladdened tremendously. His face was void of mortal essence. Zara coaxed him to her red, topping nipples. "Uh-huh.

Yes. There you go, rider! Suck on my boobs."

Rafel's head dropped down to her mighty chest.

And he began sucking. And suckling. And slurping away.

Zara's breasts were heavy and swayed against his face. Her skin was rich and her bosoms prosperous. "Ohh yeah, you like that?" She moaned. "I know you do." A piercing smile showed seductively on her scarlet lips. "Don't slow down. You're such a greedy boy." Rafel swallowed greedily under her as continued rubbing his head and urging him—as if he needed incentive to lash out at those jugs.

SLURP!

"This is the first time..."

SLURP! SLURP!

"...the first time I've had huge, red breasts to suck from. You're so beautiful, Za—"

PLOP!

The busty dragon smashed his head back in, drowning his voice out under her melons. "Silence, rider! Don't speak. Suck on my breasts. Bite them if you want. Oh yes!" She hissed as he gnawed and pawed at her bosoms.

The globes mushed his face and Zara rolled and tweaked the nipples in his face, grasping her succulent plumpness and offering generous flesh to his mouth. She moaned breathily, "you suck 'em so good. Fuck. Gods yes! Don't stop. I want your mouth full of my ripe berries.

You've got me going. And now you're gonna get it."

SLURP!

"Eh—"

Zara pulled Rafel's head up under her and began pulling up her dress. She abrupty dragged him to the center of her voluptuous thighs. His dragon was curvaceous. Delicious. Prodigious. Wondrous.

Zara could barely get off her tights before he sank into the cleft of her womanhood.

"Oh. My. Gods!" She trembled.

She had managed to pull off the panties only one leg, and with the underwear dangling off her left ankle, she grabbed onto Rafel's head and pushed him further in. "Yes handsome, go deeper. Lick that wet pussy." She squeezed her breasts. "Fuck." Her gold eyes flamed and rolled into the back of her head. "Yes. Smell that damp fecking cunt!

It's all yours, Israfel. Will you let me ride your face..."

SLURP! SLURP!

Rafel nodded under her, face smashed between her fat, shaking laps.

"...yes? You will?"

Zara lifted to a squat and dragged his head into her sex. She rammed his face into her labia and began moving up and down. Her pussy filled his nose and eyes and all he could breathe was thick woman. She began shaking and held him down and she released a healthy stream of squirting on his face. "Oh yes. I'm coming.

Stay right there. I want this pussy to drown you. Bathe in my fucking cunt. Fuck yeah! Ahhhhhnnnnnn."

She came all over his face, moaning and panting, and clutching to his head under her huge, spread, crimson, lush thighs.

Zara's eyes flew open.

"I'm not done with you yet. Oh no. Not by a long mile, rider."

She shifted him to a sitting position and tore off his flying leathers. Her talons ripped it to tatters. Out came popping a ferocious member, ready to conquer. Rafel came out so hard his cock whipped her face. Zara was already panting like a cat in heat and thirsted for his dick. "Mhmmmmmm." She licked the bulbous gold tip.

"You're so juicy. Your dick is big." She poured saliva onto his cock. "I love big dick."

"Thank y. . .ahh."

Rafel's appreciation flunked when she opened those scarlet lips and consumed him whole. Her mouth took his cock and didn't stop until he was throbbing in her throat.

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!

"Oh yes." Her mouth was fat with his pipe.

GLUG! GLUG!

Rafel's head fell back as she milked him.

GLUG!

Her mouth left him with a pop and a glistening monster with veins running jagged. His shaft quaked between her eyes. "Yes. Give it to me," she moaned. Her hands found his fat penis and began pumping it. She spat and spat on it, lubricating her hand motions.

Rafel's thighs were jerking. Zara pumper faster. "Yes, my rider! Give it all to me. Give me your seed. .

."

SPLAT! SPLAAAT! SPLAT!

Rafel's hot semen rushed onto her face. He gushed, pouring in her hair and on her cheeks.

Zara smiled clouded in spunk: "Is that all you got?"

In a flash, they were gone from the mountain's cliff edge and into the cave some yards behind. Before Zara could blink twice, he'd had her pinned to the rough cavern walls and gripped her throat, kicking apart her legs. He held her bound and slammed into her pussy, thrusting up her slick channel to the extremes.

"Ahhh!" Zara's eyes blazed out; literal fire.

Her tail wrapped around him as he pounded her in that position for a good, long while. Zara kept him fit like a glove inside her with his extremely skilled strokes.

"Yes. Yes."

PAH! PAH!

He hit her G-spot. And every other spot.

Rafel switched to her ass, pinching her clit while he drilled her hardcore. Sweat dripped from his brow as he jammed his red, voluptuous dragon up her tight slut ass. Zara came again that way; curling her forked tail around his torso and holding him tightly behind her as her black talons raked fragments of stone in the cave's hew. Her orgasm cries echoed in mountain stone.

She pushed Rafel down in a blur to the hard ground. It cracked under them. Their fucking was more supernatural than anything. She sat on his dick, which was like bronze as he speared inside her again, making her yellow slitted eyes shine out. Again. "Ohh.

Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, rider. Fuck me."

She bent over him and held him in a bear hug, easing him in and out of her in this position. She was on top and naked. Riding. Screaming out his name as he'd promised. Her wealth of copper hair thrown in a wildness about her. This embrace was his dragon's mating press.

He felt subdued, but not used. He was enjoying the fuck out of her bountiful curves jiggling on him.

The clapping of her ass globes behind.

The smacking of her magnificent breasts together.

The sliding of her sweaty, red skin.

They came together this way for the final time.

"Ah. Ah. Ahhhhhnnnnnn!"

Zara wrapped Rafel tight, both with her body, her tail, and her crimson gold wings. She let him pour into her womb, her channel spasming with his own throbbing cock inside of her. Rafel pulled her up to sit on his face, immensely satisfied to watch how he'd creampied her. He tongued her fleshy inner thighs, loving the crimson glow and heat of her womanhood.

Zara rubbed his head as the last rays of sunset found its way into the cave; they were only by the entrance. Looking down on her Adonis-ish rider, she asked, "Would you like to be my Sire?"