Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

THE FIRST FULL MOON of spring descended upon the vast islands of Corynthia, like the spotless omniscient eye of some heavenly presence. Silver May: the Duchess of Roanoke's beauty vessel was awaiting by a briar outcropping on the shores of the [C. A. W] island to ferry them to the Duchess's private home, on a different sickle-shaped isle, not too faraway.

A fortnight had passed since Yemaya's visit at the auction, and Rafel admitted he had conducted himself in the school activities afterward as a mere triviality, his mind turned to this very night of the full moon. It was the birthday fete Lady Fairfield's twin daughters, Raziah and Keziah. Discover exclusive tales on mvl

The Silver May dipped across gray waters of still twilight and reached to a rest shortly; Rafel, aboard with his friends spotted the magnificent, glowing rise of the Fairfield island villa high on its perch. The pillars shone with iridescent light from within. Clearly, the party was on.

"Where are the birthday girls?" Rafel smiled whilst he issued a quick peck of greeting to the mother of the celebrants.

The Duchess beamed up at the young man. He had quickly learned the customs of her people. As a Hebrewess, who'd wed a vibrant youthful Lord at maiden age, Nura Fairfield knew for certain Israfel was one of the few who bothered to learn cultures outside of the fey majority in Eldoria. She was a maiden no more, and her noble spouse was since dead.

Lady Fairfield was a powerful, rich widow.

It made sense that she sought to live out the rest of her days surrounded in lively nature, closely rooted to observe her daughters grow to become splendidly gorgeous half-castes.

She replied Rafel's greeting with a great smile.

"Oh, they'll be out soon. My daughters do love a reason to engage their vanity; and what better excuse than a birthday. Comes once a year!" She joked. But under a breath, she pulled Rafel close, "are you ready?"

'You mean to bang the shit out of your hot daughters? Holy fecking yes!'

But what Rafel said aloud was, "I am, Your Grace."

The girls walked out bathed in white. Their similar dyed hot pink waves were a vision; gelled to perfect riparian coifs. Their impossible likeness made them far too hot to ignore. And even if they weren't the feature of the night, they would still steal the light.

The white was the shine of their gowns. It made them into the image of their God: like the Abrahamic prophetesses of old when the Judean kings ruled the world.

They had glitter on their faces.

They had flowers in their hair.

Jewels of gold on their necks.

Spools of ivory ribbon on their ankles.

Decorative inkings drawn into their feet in black gold. The amber radiance of pure light emanating from their forms. Tears of pricey diamonds dripping from their ears. As they sauntered into the waiting room of well-wishers, both girls moving as one, Rafel could distinctly see why the Arc Crystal had chosen them for the [Griffin Golds].

A priest in a semitic garb stepped forward to heed the blessing as was tradition among the house.

The Marfa of the Jewish home stood behind as her daughters knelt before the man of God; a hand on the shoulder of each girl.

"May the light of our Lord God shine upon thee on this divine night. In the nature of His creation, as the moon brightening the firmament without, may the blessings of pure love be with thee. As He had kept covenant with our forefathers, so let thine house be blessed. Rise, Raziah. Rise, Keziah. Shalom!"

"SHALOM!" Everyone repeated the Priest's word.

Lady Nura Fairfield waited until the clergyman took his leave before clapping her hands. "Time for gifts!" As the friends and family began presenting, the twins noticed: a certain redhaired hunk was missing from the room.

The Duchess of course bought her daughters the finest additions to their couture money could buy, knowing very well their [Gyaru] natures. It wasn't just one gift tonight for the girls, but a whole lot. It was prized stallions and artificed carriages, fresh wardrobes and rubies from distant lands. But their mother still drew them close, and speaking above chatter and music said,

"I've got something special for you, my doves. Aye. Go to the private cottage. Go on!"

Lady Fairfield urged her daughters. The twins, smiling wide to the thought of this new present her mother so greedily spoke about, found their way out the party hall, exiting through a side door and walking barefooted and in radiant white, under twinkling arches to the cute, windy place set apart from the rest of the villa.

Raziah tugged on her sister's hand, "we haven't been here since we were kids. I wonder what mama has in store for us."

She pushed in the cottage's little door and peeped in. It had been cozied up to grand standards. As Keziah shut the door softly behind them, she could see a fire going at the hearth. The cottage was warm. Homely. Beatific.

But the twins caught a stronger scent on the wind; more potent than the azaleas.

It was rich and male.

They turned just as the baritone hit.

"Hello, birthday girls."

The shadowed giant who had spoken, stepped into the light.

"Israfel!" Raziah lunged first into his arms. The twins had formed a bond with him since the shared dinner at Spinazolla's. She pulled back to let Keziah, the quieter one hug him too. Raziah studied her shapely sister in his arms.

"Are you the present mama promised?"

"Oof! First time I've been called that!" Rafel feigned a blow to his stomach, making both girls laugh.

"I'm sorry," Raziah mended, "You scared me a bit there. I thought you were the devil."

"You know, he kind of is," Keziah offered in turn.

She stood near to Rafel, her head up to his chest. Her sister chuckled. "Yep. Too damn tall, dark, and beautiful for his own good. I forget the mountain of gifts I left behind now seeing you."

"Thank you, Raziah. I'll take that." Rafel said to the compliment.

"So," Raziah plopped onto the only furniture in sight: the quilted bed. "—what did our mama request of you."

Keziah joined her, and the twins together looked Rafel up and down. "Don't lie," added Keziah.

Rafel calmly walked to the bed and smiled. "I don't intend to. Your mother brought me here for one purpose: to fuck you, and fuck you good. But," he touched the silver streak in Raziah's pink hair, "whatever happens here tonight is in your hands."

Rafel left his words at that, leaving the twins to decide. Keziah was the one who broke the silence.

"I think this calls for wine, don't you, Raz?" she said to her sister. Calmly, she stood and went to fetch a bottle.

Raziah patted the space between them when her sister came back. Rafel gingerly sat at her beckon; the bed dipped and looking to both girls, he just decided to let things be. This was their birthday, their fantasy; he might as well let them take the lead—for tonight. "Hold," said Keziah, offering him a glass as she popped the cork on the wine. She poured for him first, then herself and her sister.

Keziah raised her glass. "To us, the birthday girls!"

Raziah made a little movement as she tipped her head back with a small laugh at her sister's toast. It drew attention to the soft mounds on her chest, and Rafel's eyes held on the perky swells. He was unsure if the girls had bras under their immaculate slips. He thought not.

He drank with them, long and slow.

No one said anything for a long time.

Rafel started, "if you want me to go?"

"Why the hell would we want that?" Raziah didn't let him finish. Keziah collected the wine glasses and dropped them at their feet. Packing her silky long hair up, she braided the hot pink in a high bun on her head and rephrased her sister's words. "We want you her, Israfel, tonight, with the both of us."

"Yes?" Raziah added.

"Yes!" Rafel bit back huskily, and they all laughed.

Keziah was on Rafel's left, on the edge of the bed; Raziah on his right. He looked between the both of them, noticing their smiles were dimming into lip puckers. A new fire entering their eyes. Raziah bit on her bottom lip and moved close into him, as if she would kiss him. She breathed in his smell from his neck, inhaling his fine wintry cologne and sipping of hard male with her lashes fluttering.

"You smell wonderful," she said, breathing hard.

Rafel remained silent. When she pulled back a little, and he caught her bottom lip still between her teeth, Rafel growled low in his throat and grabbed the back of her neck with a solid arm. He dipped his head to kiss and ravage her soft lips.

Raziah grabbed his hand and brought in down.

Her denial caused him to hiss in lust. Rafel's cock struck out in his pants. "Raziah?" He warned. "All in time, Israfel." She flicked out her tongue to tease his lips. Rafel was already opening his mouth to claim her taste. Once again, she pulled back at the last second but kept in close quarters, making him groan and reach for her.

Raziah slapped his hands away.

"You have us all night. We intend to unwrap our present, very slowly," her voice slithered like a serpent in his ear.

Rafel felt Keziah poke and rub him through his fly and his head turned to her on his left, while her sister hotly kissed at his neck and jaw, spraying his golden skin with more hot kisses and little bites, whispering bad things in his ear.

Keziah said at the bulge she was feeling. "Mhmm. Our gift is so big. What shall we do with it?"

Looking up at Rafel, she licked her lips and simultaneously squeezed him.

"Oh!" He jerked up in her grasp.

Keziah grabbed his dick through his fine charcoal trousers; his great pipe outlined for both girls greedy eyes. She went down on her knees before him. Rafel reclined on his hands to the bed and watched with hot, furnace eyes as she undid the clasp of his belt. "I want to see my gift."

She tore down his zipper and ripped out his cock.

The move was so sudden and feverish, Rafel's heavy penis slapped the side of her face.

"Ohh. God." Two words, the twin girls gasped as one, at the humongous hot flesh rising from Rafel's groin. Rafel felt his thick member already reaching for the tight warmth of Keziah's mouth. She licked her lips in that way again, and Rafel nearly parted them with his cock. The urge to pound her pretty face was killing him. But he forced himself to relax and let the birthday girls stare all they want.

To the twins mention of their God in surprise and desire, Rafel replied, "I'm sorry, fair ones, but I don't think He's here."

Rafel was right: that tiny cottage was too potent with sin and lust to host the presence.