Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 I've Been Loved By The Best – Don Williams.]

The Academy's Guildhall was made quickly into a temporary clinic for all the injured because it was the only structure close enough for the Healers to work in before anyone died, and large enough.

The warehouse space offered wide range of movement for the use of healing spirit-water which was stored in Valerian pouches. Nurses in frocked white dived between curtain partitions with trays for the doctors. Their apron-like skirts and gloves were mostly stained in drying blood.

Rafel was in the east area of the Guildhall, slash, makeshift hospital. He was on his back, induced to sleep about an hour ago with mild chloroform. His bed was a cot, and the lamps had been dulled to give him a good rest. Blue curtains were shut in privacy.

In the quiet domain of his tiny bedspace, a young girl knelt beside his cot. It was Rosamunde. With her delicate hands clasped, she prayed for him.

"Dear holy father above, grant him recovery, please. He saved many lives today. I pray for his healing and ask of you faithful Martyr to make him healthy and whole. Grant salve to his injuries. Yes, I know he's a demon. But where were the angels when our sentinels were being massacred.

Only he stood up to the fight against that cursed revenant. That unholy fuck—

Shit." Rosa sighed on her knees. She shouldn't be cursing in prayer. "Lord forgive me." She prayed on. But seeing Rafel asleep with a bandage around his head in front of her incited angry thoughts in her. Still pouring out her soul to a God she prayed was listening, Rosa trailed her finger along the almost invisible scar on Rafel's chest. His healing was coming along nicely.

She watched his chest rise and fall; he was so beautiful, even in sleep. She had gotten here as soon as the call had come in and the campus was safe enough to walk without being zombified.

Rafel stirred when she touched him. Rosa was still praying and didn't notice him open his eyes. His lashes fluttered as his blurry sight cleared to the girl at his bedside. He took a moment to watch Rosa, and listen in on her devotion. How had this delicate detective come to care for him so much? He didn't think Rosamunde was that emotionally invested in him.

Much less being such hardcore in his harem.

Her status was immediately elevated from ordinary concubine in his head. He studied her: the pink bow of her lips, the soft mouth that rarely wore lipstick. The tumble of her dark hair; her bob was longer now and she tied it behind with a silver scarf. Her gray eyes were on his stomach. She still hadn't noticed his open eyes. She stared blatantly at the bulge under the blue hospital sheets.

Was he hard in this state?

This thought almost made Rosa forget her line of intercession. She shook herself to focus. And that was when she lifted her eyes back to Rafel's face and caught his amber gaze. He was staring at her breasts. Rosa was suddenly self-conscious.

She pulled the lapels of the opal cotton robe she had hastily put over her cashmere bottoms around her body—there was no time for glamor when news had come from the dragongates.

"You're awake," she said. She endeavoured to keep her voice to a whisper. "Hey, Israfel. Can you see me? You had a concussion. Do you know who's speaking?"

"Rosamunde."

His baritone was velvet-soft. Rosa wondered how he could be so hot in his hurt. His dark voice was a challenge to her inner woman. She gulped and cleared her throat. And watched as he gently raised his right hand and pushed them away from the robes she was tightly clutching to. His eyes landed again on her ample chest and went rogue.

Rosa let the robes fall away and allowed him to look his fill.

The t-shirt she wore under it was tight on her figure and showed nicely the ripeness of her breasts. It was a roundneck so there was no cleavage to see, but the view of her swelled mounds pushing into the soft fabric was a nice entice. She wore no bra under. Her nipples peaked right under the burn of Rafel's eyes. The intensity of how he liked her body.

Rosa herself could see the pink berries topping her areolas firm through the thin material of her shirt.

Now more than ever, she was glad she hadn't put thought into finding underwear. And if he asked her to pull off her shirt right now, she would.

"How are you feeling?" Rosa asked. She kept her arms to the sides as she rose from her knees, allowing Rafel to gaze at her tits all he wanted. He was just about the handsomest patient here. She dragged a cane chair in the corner to his bedside and sat. She was very close. Her knees brushed the cot's metal frame.

As Rafel tried to sit up on his own, she pulled up the fat pillows and propped them behind his back.

"Thank you," Rafel said and drank of the glass of water she offered him. He replied her question with a glance down his torso, to the scar that was gone. "I feel slight headache and the muscles here hurt." He touched a hand to the place on his chest.

Rosa inched in, her voice caressing, "you were stabbed there. The wound has healed, but the tissues are still soft. Percival and Ravenna are outside talking with the doctors as we speak. You might need to be on bedrest for another day." She looked Rafel over; and wondered at herself for wanting him as he was—recovering. He nodded and said, "then it's a good thing I have such a kind caregiver."

Rosa flushed. "Oh please, I am no Sekhmet."

"I'm not thinking about her right now."

Rafel's insinuative words hung in the air, hot and heavy, like the member under the blue sheets he was sure Rosa had damn well noticed by now. She flushed again, blushing so hard it was cute. She turned her gray eyes away. Rafel reclined in his narrow cot as she wet a clean towel and held it to the white bandages swaddling his head like a headband. It circled his temples and back.

"Bolta?" He changed the subject. "And the others, how are they?"

"Rafel, you should worry about yourself." Rosa stated.

"Tell me." He grabbed at her hand.

He released her when she lowered her head in silent admittance of his command. She began touching his temples with the soft cloth again as she spoke. "Bolta is fine. She's been made the First Wing's leader. You were first choice, but believe me, I would not let them out you in harm's way again. Never.

There were a lot of casualties, Rafel. But the survivors owe their lives to you."

She wet the handkerchief in a bowl of warm water, squeezed, dipped in to clean his forehead again. He breathed in her neck.

"You smell nice."

Rosa's hand paused over his head. Her fingers quaked and her eyes filled with lust. His bassy voice was doing bad things to her; not to mention she had seen his huge erection earlier, jut out like a thick cucumber from the hospital sheets.

"You smell really nice."

Rosa couldn't move. She was breathing hard. It was his body under her. His eyes staring up. His voice roaming the room like a thunderclap. Rafel put up his hands and slowly lifted up her shirt.

He grabbed her soft body in his large hands and kissed up her belly slow. He reached her breasts and plumped them up in his hands. He twirled one hard nipple with his thumb.

"Hold this." He gave Rosa the hem of her shirt to bite on. "Don't move." He commanded.

His eyes went back to her chest and he fondled her caramel peaks. She felt the calluses of his hands on her breasts. His war marks roughing up her soft titties. His head dropped to suck and Rosa groaned.

"Oh. Fuck it."

She drew him up from her boobs and kissed his hot mouth. She whispered against his hot lips her inability to hold back the hunger anymore. "The nurses might just kill me for this, but I need you, Rafel. I need you so bad. I want you to take me here. To fuck me like a whore right here where anyone can walk in and see us." She was breathing hard.

Panting.

Rafel already was dragging the sheets down. She helped it tear it off his body and lowered down on her seat in the cane chair to take his standing shaft into her mouth. Rafel held her down as she guzzled his throbbing penis. He was fat and near purple. Rosa frantically sucked him in and out of her mouth, saliva pooling at her succulent swallowing.

"Mhmm. Hmmm. Your dick...so good." She slobbered and tongued his balls. She drew them in and suckled. She worshipped his giant, golden pipe. She licked up the velvety, veined pipe of his tasty male meat.

Rafel grabbed her hair, throwing off the scarf so the glossy ebony mane could fill his hands. He fisted the rich waves and moved his hips up to her mouth. Her face went in deep in his groin and Rafel dragged her thirsty whore mouth up with a snarl. He growled when she grabbed onto his thighs for more, swallowing and shaking with need in his hands.

She was so raw. So alive. So sexy.

He slapped the corners of her mouth.

"You want more huh?" Rosa's mouth was open and begging at his question.

GLUG.

Rafel jammed into her mouth one final time. He came out glistening through her soft lips desperate to keep him in. He dragged her off the chair, half-lifting her up as he climbed out of the cot. He bent her over it, slamming her into the tousled sheets with one hand. Naked already, Rafel tore down her pants bottoms to her ankles.

He spanked the full, lush buttocks that swelled to meet his lustful eyes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He growled in her ear. "You shouldn't have come in here, Rosamunde. Now I'm going to use you. I'm going to use this pretty pussy—"

PAH!

"Christ's balls! You're so tight."

Rosa's abdominal wet channel stretched with the fat, pulsating penis inside it. She stretched on the edge of the cot, gripping the sheets—and nearly rending it—as she yearned back into him. Pah! He moved inside again. They both began a rhythm: a wild, energetic clashing of bodies. His member inside her, plopping sloppily and sliding out more moistened each time he pulled out of her.

The cot was shaking. Rosa panted as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Outside the cover of the blue curtain, heads turned in that direction.

"God yes, Israfel," she moaned. "Use me. Use me like a fucking slut. Yes! Pound that pussy. FUCK!

I'm so wet for you. You cock feels so good. So deep, massaging my sugar walls. Oh god. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna.

. .I'm cooooming. Oh fuuuuuuccckk!"

SMACK!

Rafel wiped her ass.

She jerked suddenly and held a second, shutting her eyes and screaming out his name. Her orgasm broke her apart. She came down shuddering, and her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock inside her. Rafel didn't pull out. He shot loads of his spunk in her. By the time they both stopped shaking and were calm enough to feel their legs again, Rafel fell back on the cot bed—with Rosa on top of him.

She kept him inside her. She liked him inside her.

She smiled and rubbed herself into his Adamic perfection. The blue curtain was abrupty torn open. The nurse who entered just about raised her eyes from scribbling in her pad when she saw the state of her patient. Her mouth dropped open.

"What the fuck?!"