Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 248 Mama Mia's Papaya [18+]

THREE BALD VULTURES DANCED in the cloudless skies as Israfel received notifications from his [Subservient Infernal System]—S.I.N.

The evening was fading, twilight ending the day. The hot mists of the desert had began to leave the sands. The sun was gone down behind the mountains now and the wilderness was in that brief moment of pale dusk.

In front of the bronze gates of Caer Mullhen, the small village stronghold of Lord Zaftig's camp, only Israfel and the Sandwhale were visible in the scape; spots of shadow in the vast plains. Two little dots.

Rafel's harem of three delicious women and the princess of Caer Mullhen stood along with plenty of the city's folk on the tower ramparts—where they had watched it all. They still stared.

Aya Naamah's voice was just receding from Rafel's head when Peitho entered the [psyche bridge]. As if to beat the siren-like intonation of the blue succubus in her Host's subconscious, the S.I.N made her own voice extra velvety.

[DING!]

[Entry into Fourth Infernal Circle Unlocked!]

[Ding!]

[Host gains 2 500 soul coins!]

[Lord Host! You have successfully evolved to a new Power Rank:]

[INDOMITABLE SURVIVOR]

[+4000 Influence added to PROWESS]

[Current Hel Worth: 3.2 Billion]

[SYSTEM is now calculating caste of Host in the Badlands. . .]

Rafel really, really liked Peitho's bedroom voice in his head; it was silky smooth. As he leveled up, so did his system. Before him was the mighty Sakuharu [KAIJU].

The Sandwhale rose colossally in the purple dark of early night. His new beast was eighty feet in height, 70,000 tons of black fur covered bulk. Its huge flippers spanned the measure of the stronghold's gates. And lying on its belly the way it now did, Ai Sakuharu was forty five meters long; half that in breadth. The size of twenty great savannah elephants.

"ARIGATO! ISRAFEL-SAN!" The [Kaiju] belched.

Its blowhole sent sands spraying around Rafel. The voice was a great horn sounding in the reaches of the desert. Even the camels in the small hamlet of Caer Mullhen bristled, sensing the roar of a great predator. But Sakuharu monster was only hailing its new Beast-master.

Rafel fisted his right hand, put it into his left, and bowed.

"Wonderful to meet you too, AI SAKUHARU." He added, "and sorry about calling you Gaijin."

"Hmm!!!" Sakuharu bellowed. But there was only forgiveness in it.

"HAIL THE REBEL LORD!" Captains of Deathlies riding squads on the ramparts blew trumpets to celebrate emancipation from the mighty Sandwhale; they cheered for Israfel as the [Kaiju] turning and began worming its way back into the wilderness. The seismic quakes didn't hit the city anymore.

Upon the gates east tower, Cora fist-bumped with Ravenna.

"Mhmm. Fuck yeah! That's our boyfriend," they said to anyone who'd listen. Everyone—more like.

"HAIL THE REBEL LORD! HAIL!"

"HAIL! HAIL!"

Chants were still coming from the city, folk cheering atop the promontories of the towers for the man who bested and tamed the [Elderwyrm] as Rafel walked back to the gates. Stars twinkled in the night sky. He could have used [Umbrage] to vanish speedily in a flick of time to the dome.

He didn't.

He rather liked the voices calling to his name.

Who was he kidding? He loved it.

Fuck anyone who thought he should be humble. Power... Real fucking power? It only went to the ruthless. And he was a demon. He was birthed in sacrilege.

Rafel was accepted back into the stronghold of Caer Mullhen like a Spartan war hero, and he was moving through the flooded streets – of hands grasping to touch him – when Peitho returned with her salacious voice.

[DING!]

[ATTRIBUTES SCREEN:]

A golden-red holographic panel materialized before his eyes. Only he could see. And hear—thank fuck. Men could wank to Peitho's slutty voice.

[EVOLVED RANK: BeastTamer.]

[PROWESS: Incarnate.]

[SOUL REGISTER: 10 million confirmed kills.]

[ARCANE RUNE: Currently, Rank A Superior.]

[EVOLVED BEASTS: One. Bonded to Host's core.]

[SAKUHARU]

[BEAST RUNE: Epic.]

[SECT: Kaiju, Elderwyrm.]

[MONSTER RANK: Earth-level Threat.]

[TROPHIES: 1 LEGENDARY forger's hammer (Beast Reanimation) – 2 EPIC Charge Rifles – 3 EPIC Hollow World Poison Cores – 1 DIVINE Earthbender Charm (Locked).]

[SCREEN ENDED!]

The panel blipped off.

Rafel found himself caring more for missing Peitho's seductive voice than his new combat laurels. He had NURs [Novice Survivors] as escorts, grinning and cheering, until he reached Lord Zaf's home dome. Still, the excited mob didn't filter away immediately. The noise of an applause followed him up the steps. But the guards with the silver bayonets kept the throng out.

The Warden of Caer Mullhen approached with a smile just as Rafel turned the corner of his Wing. Lord Zaftig accosted by his daughter; they both bowed. Hosanna was first to stand. "Thank you, sire."

"I haven't seen my camp this happy since the Haul of the Ottoman Caravan." He father added. Rafel was too tired to ask what exactly the Haul was.

Returning their smiles both, he continued on his way. He got an unexpected surprise when he met again with the hallway's end: the glass-room had been tinted.

Dark beautiful, water glass.

He entered and found he could see out, but those out couldn't see in. 'Does the Lord of Caer Mullhen know I've made a lover of his daughter?' He just had to wonder.

"Naamah. Corazón. Little Raven!" he called aloud.

No answer.

[My Lord host, if I may?] Peitho intruded:

[Your harem are currently stationed at the towers of the stronghold's walls. I calculate approximately 15 point 6 minutes before they reach the dome.]

[However I am well capable of fulfilling anything you might need. Tell me Lord host.]

Her voice dropped.

[What do you desire?]

Is Peitho horny? Did Systems get wet?

'Since she's in my head, she can probably hear my thoughts.'

Rafel was interrupted by knocks on the door.

Tap! Tap!

Since the entire chamber was made out of reinforced water-glass, the knocking sounded more like: Thunk! Thunk!

Two times the person rapped against the blue midnight glass. Rafel dropped himself on the long sofa. "Come in." His head was fallen back on the sofa's top, eyes turned toward the ceiling. He didn't see the person who entered. But he heard a soft, "Ser?"

"Yes, Khalifa?" said Rafel without looking.

"No sir, erm... it's not Khalifa."

Rafel brought his eyes down. "Oh! Shit." He gave a small, weird laugh. "It's you."

It was the butcher woman from the stalls: the one-horned bosomy [Critch].

"Yes Ser, it's me. May I approach?" she responded.

Rafel cursed his inner self. 'Get your shit together. That is a super hot MILF. And with D-cups!'

"Yes. Sorry, yes." He said instead. "Forgive my manners. I usually have women here for these things."

"I'm sure you do."

The Critch female walked up to the sofa. She only stopped walking when her frayed dress brushed his knee. "You forgot this, Ser." She pushed the bags of snail meat into his hands.

"Oh. Thanks." Rafel collected it. "You know with the Sandwhale and everything..."

"Yeah. Sure." Her voice was a bare whisper.

"But you didn't have to come all the way out here. You could've sent a messenger. Either way, my girlfriends will love this. Thank you, er. . ."

"Mama. Mama Mia," the gorgeous MILF offered quietly. She had her pink bangs in her eyes and her ram horns curled around her eyes. The cut one was shorter.

"Mama Mia?" Rafel smiled. "What's your name?"

"I am one in a thousand women for you, Ser," she said, "I want you to call me this. Everyone calls me Mama Mia. But for you it'll mean something different."

"How different?" Rafel's voice changed. He'd seen the darkness enter her eyes.

Plop!

The sack of meat dropped to the floor.

"Like this," said Mama Mia. And then she dropped the straps on her dress.

Her fat breasts escaped her red bra, dropping into full view.

Blob! Blob!

She left the dress around her motherly hips and sat on the long sofa beside Rafel. She patted her voluptuous laps.

"Rest your head here, young Sire. I doubt you received a proper reward for taming Sakuharu monster. Come, let Mama Mia take care of you."

As Rafel began to slowly lower to her thighs, hypnotized in the smell and avoirdupois of her succulent jugs, he asked Peitho, "how long till the girls get back again?"

[Ding! 14 minutes, 05 seconds, Lord host.]

"That's time enough." Rafel hurriedly pushed his pants down to his ankles. His head on her laps, he grabbed her hand and dragged it down to his straining penis. "Jerk me off, Mama Mia."

His lips immediately clamped around the cherry nips she held to his mouth.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

He drank greedily of her bounteous bosoms. Unlike Mama Mia, Rafel's hands were free and he happily groped her. The woman's melons were robust and milky white against his face.

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He squeezed and pushed the together, rubbing his face in her wet valley. Mama Mia's boobies we're his papayas. Ripe. Gigantic. Erotic. Completely filling his mouth with delicious areolas. And roundness bigger than his head.

Smash! Squish!

"Yes, young Ser. Suck like that. Suck Mama Mia's titties, yes." With her left hand, she grasped her large bosom and fed him her ample body. "Yeah, you like that? I know you do. Ohh."

He rolled guys tongue around her fat nipple. Her other hand, her right, was busy with his dick.

"Mhmm." She moaned. Rafel licked wantonly all over her boobs. She pumped him faster. "Yes Ser, you deserve this for taming our monster. I want to tame your monster dick right back. Yes! Drink up my fat melons. Milk, in 'em papayas. I love your mouth. By the gods! You're so hot. Such a beautiful boy."

Rafel jerked upwards into her sinful hand.

"Yes baby, cum for me," she urged, "cum for mama Mia! Ahh! Splash my face with your—"

Splat! Splat!

Rafel came suddenly. Splat! All over her squeezing fist. He jizzed on her fingers. As he kept releasing spurts of his hot semen, the horned MILF did something surprising: she bent at the waist and sucked his throbbing penis into her mouth. His shaft swelled her cheeks.

GLUG! GLUG! She swallowed.

[Ding! 15 seconds to discovery, Lord Host.]

"Shit." Rafel bit on Mama Mia's breast, and as the gorgeous [Critch] opened her mouth to moan, he jammed upward into her throat, arrowing his seed deeper.

[1 second remaining. . .]