Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Cora wasn't smiling.

"I just wanted to see you."

"Don't bullshit me. You don't just do anything. You forget, I have got my memories back now," Cora explained, "while I now have revived love for you, it is nothing but platonic, the kind we had at Emberfall. I worship you, Your Eminence. I admire you. But fuck!

You need to stop behaving like a pussy-whipped boyo, making impromptu booty calls at my place."

Rafel met the calm blues of her eyes. He watched them soften. Her demeanor swayed. This was the first time anyone accused him of being pussy-whipped. He should be mad. Beyond angry.

He would, if it wasn't the truth. Yep! Cora had got him addicted to that hot slender body of hers. Plus, he couldn't stay mad at her for more than five seconds. Nearly losing her to the jaws of fucking afterlife had only solidified in his head how much he needed her.

He would never admit this to her though. NEVER!

Not too long ago, Peitho had mentioned her as one of his prime concubines; he considered Cora more of the totally-out-of-bounds girlfriend he couldn't get out of his head. Right now, he was thinking of how good she'd look with her pretty little white tennis skirt hiked up as he lifted and sat her on his cock. But she was staring at him. Her cold marine iris siftered, burned into his mind.

He had to clear his thoughts—if he wanted to keep visiting privileges.

He was glad for the [Divine Mana Creator Source] the Corynthian Academy had, which made it possible for her to hold a corporeal form.

His sexy limber ghost girl—

"Ahem!" Cora cleared her throat.

Rafel's gilded eyes found his way up her honey swan neck and lips to her deep eyes. Pure and stormy, like the Cold Sea. He finally replied her statement earlier. "Corazón, this is not a booty call." She scoffed and leaned against the door. Rafel maintained, "It's not."

Cora's blue eyes took on an edge. "So if I were to drag you in here and pull off my knickers, swear you wouldn't try some shit—like bending me over a fucking sofa?"

"Well, I...that is quite the offer." He smiled.

Cora shook her head, struggling with her own grin. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Smashing every time we meet is only half my fault, and you know that—"

"Babe!" A voice called from inside. "Who's at the door?"

Rafel peeked in. "Is that Skyla?" Cora raised her finger to silence him. She called back to her werewolf girlfriend: "Just someone who's leaving!" And then she pushed at Rafel's chest. "Go!" It was a cosmically bad idea; touching a wildly hot demon. Her entire body in that white lit on fire. Invisible [Lustfyre].

Rafel was smiling, knowingly. "Go, please." Cora pushed the door shut. But Rafel's one leg was already in. His brown meridian boot stopped the door.

"Let me in, servant. I'm not asking."

Cora breathed at the hardened baritone of his voice. Like a mortal, compelled by a vampire, she eased her hand off the door and stepped back. "As you wish, Your Eminence." She braced for Skyla's harangue as his towering form shadowed past her.

Cora's girlfriend was just coming out the shower; the lupine beauty had a towel turbaned in her hair, and clutched tighter to the one around her wet body. Skyla looked from the standing male to Cora's downcast eyes. "I thought he was leaving?"

"Baby?" Cora tried.

"Don't baby me?" Skyla held up a hand. The gold of her [Beta wolf] glowed out. "He put me in the fuckin' infirmary, and you just let him in? Oh well, what am I to expect, from the Apollyon and his bitch." Cora actually did smile at the insult. Fury was part of Skyla's love language. Most of the times she was angry, she sure as hell was horny too.

Their best fucking was when her girlfriend was pissed off. When Rafel glanced at Cora, Skyla interpreted his look: "Yes, YOUR EMINENCE, she told me!" Sarcasm laced her words. "No wonder you're so fucking strong."

Skyla dropped the towel with Rafel standing right there.

Cora smiled again in the morning's light and wind spilling through the sky-blue curtains.

Yep! Definitely horny!

Rafel waited in silence until Skyla was dressed in similar matching badminton white. Then he moved close to the heated werewolf. He admitted, "I am leaving, with you guys." Skyla looked him over. "You aren't even dressed proper." Rafel glanced in Cora's way. She stepped up and waved a hand over his goth getup. His black riding pants instantly shimmered away.

There was a one-millionth second of nakedness before he was also clothed in white. He had the matching shorts and polo shirts. And a lovely headband addition.

Even Skyla did admire his golden, strong legs.

The calves of a demigod.

He looked very much like a sexy ball boy.

Matching their outfits, Rafel offered out his arms to both girls. Both girls declined. Cora instead started for the way, and she opened it for him, said, "You ever play in the badminton courts?"

The three of them spent the next hour playing doubles in indoor sporting facility. Rafel and Cora's duo trounced Skyla who played against with a greenish male Gorgon. The shuttlecock actually was a ball of light. Easier to see. Lighter to hit. The fairy umpire blew the whistle in team Cora's favor: 10 to 6.

"You know you actually are good with your hands at something." Skyla breathed hard as she lowered her racquet to seat at the back benches with Cora, under the high chair. She spoke directly to Rafel as the umpire above blew again for two opposing pairs. Cora drank from her water bottle with a gulp. "You're not wrong about that, babe." Skyla didn't think she heard right. "What?

Are you still fucking?" She looked incredulously at the both of them. "You know what, I'm not even gonna."

They shared a laugh for a while, giving their exerting bodies time to relax.

Rafel eventually leaned into to Skyla.

"I don't mean to hurt you."

Skyla's voice was warmly soft. "I know. Cora told me all about the bond you share. She's your day one on the mortal plane. I kinda understand. But that don't mean I'm fine with you NTR'ing the shit outta me, okay?"

Rafel nodded and took the bottle Cora passed along. "Fair." He grinned, taking a sip.

Just then, the lights in the badminton courts dimmed. A strange energy coursed into the fine sports facility and it was like a storm had rolled right indoor. A thick fog hung over the florescent lights, blackening further with each second. All those in the courts, umpire included, sat up. The players stopped and the luminous shuttlecock dropped to the squeaky floors with a plop.

The birdie's light dimmed out.

Something was awry.

Everyone could feel it.

Every magical one of them.

By now, the indoor courts was so dark the lights looked like the moon trying to break free of a spooky, Halloween night. Dense humors of black rolled inward from the creaking plastic doors, as if some entity was just behind them, fanning the smoke on dying embers.

Skyla sniffed at the air. "I smell death."

Out of the black smoke, a sudden racquet flew out, right for the umpire. Its mesh end slammed into the young man's head catching him just as his mouth was opening in shock. So hard the teeth caved in. The racquet went through, severing through gum and throat, sailing in brain matter and bone. SPLAT! It divided the umpire's face in half, coloring the walls behind in wet crimson.

The gory head, shredded at the jaw landed on the floor. A headless body one second later.

Blood leaked out the gruesome mess in a rapidly expanding circle.

Rafel, Cora, and Skyla were right under the blood rain and caught the splatter all over their clothes and faces. Red seeped into their badminton whites.

Before anyone could wonder much, out of the smoky entrance—like a yawning gate into the abyss stepped the Persuada.

"Shit."

"By the Martyr!"

"What the fuck is that!"

The couple of young witches in the bedarkened courts scrambled for the exit. The Persuada stood at the only doors in sight: 20ft. Monstrous. Crimson-eyed. Tentacles sprouting in its head. Flies buzzing around the many mismatched corpse parts.

A total fright. It held no weapon, but its night clawed hand took out two girls as they attempted to maneuver under the dark beast.

It caught the first girl in her stomach, fist ripping a giant hole through her. Her guts spilled in her hands, bloodied and twisting. With its other hand, it grabbed the second girl's head and rammed her into the white wall.

She shrieked and jerked to be set free.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

One of the tentacles on the Persuada's head shot into her neck, wrapping around her vocal cords from behind. It pulled.

"Fuck!" Cora gasped.

Thick wet blood showered down on the monster, bathing in it a macabre glow. Both girls dropped to the floors, stained scarlet and made slippery by their own sanguine essence. Their dead eyes' stared out. Glassy. Gone. The first with her entrails all over the place.

And the second with a destroyed throat and missing voice box.

The dark sigils of occult rituals danced around the giant monster's bulk in obsidian runes.

"SKRRAAAAAAR!!!"

The tentacles stretched in the air as it shrilled out a piercing screech. The lips had rotted down to the gums: black, infested by maggots. The other players made their way to the furthest ends of the courts. The vampires among, with [Nightwalker] abilities phased through the walls. Rafel, Cora, and Skyla were left alone on the benches.

When the monstrosity leveled crimson eyes on Rafel, it was clear whom it sought.

The umpire and those two girls were just collateral damage. Appetizers.

Skyla, who had been silently brimming with fury watching the slaughter opened her mouth and let out a long howl. Before Rafel or Cora could react, she leaped from the bleacher seats with a feral snarling. "YOU DEAD FUCKER!!!"

Skyla shifted to full dire wolf in the air. The sound of bone breaking. The shifting. The ripping of skin. Cora would never forget. Skyla had known the umpire.

He was part of her pack. A [Gamma]. She knew his mate too. Her reason to avenge was warranted. But the odds were against her. The Persuada had a three hundred pounds on her grey wolf.

Another thing Cora would never forget that day was the sound of her girlfriend's head splitting like firewood as the octopus-headed giant grabbed her head; the furry head of the squirming shewolf, and tore the skull right through the center.

"Yooowwl!" Skyla landed like a sack next to the other girls. Dead.