Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 305: Wildforce

When Mother Ursula's sweet boobs and Yuki's naughty mouth made it rise like a mountain on the range of Sorcese, he took one look at Mikhail's adamantium finger-rings and silver piercings, and his dick dropped like a load.

He told Janai Ilona, second-born daughter of Rocasian nobility, "I'm glad for the tales, but truthfully no. I didn't school with Calypso. Infact, I didn't school with anyone."

"Home school?" Yukima piped up, her grey eyes going huge.

Rafel nodded. "I had private tutors."

"Woah! Sick!" Janai commented.

Her brother put down his goblet, explaining: "You have to understand that this was Hel. There were Tormentors and Reapers and fucking Wyverns, everywhere."

The fire hadn't left Janai's eyes. Rafel saw it. "I had Critch teachers," he added and turned to pierce Ursula with his leopard yellows.

"Oh, I see what you did there!" The Legata chimed with him. She grinned her most cute at him.

Yukima butted right in. "Mother's an Origin. She knows no fun."

"Oh yeah. I bet in her days, the idea of a high was clutching to the tail of a freaking T-rex and waving a Neanderthal's undies." Mikhail snorted.

Laughter bloomed richly like the fireflies outside, in the moonfields.

"Okay, ease up, kids." Ursula held up a hand. "I will have you know we had the best raves of all time." She gazed at Rafel. "We had fun, didn't we?"

"Are you and mommy the same age?" Yukima bawled. "I mean I knew you're some kinda hotshot Immortal. But you're old?!"

Rafel was truly enjoying himself. He felt invigorated by the Romanov household.

The only dinnertime he shared with members of his immediate family were orgies in ancient temples or blood-hunting poor ogres. Or when Lilith was seducing him to craziness with her thong in his mouth.

Mikhail's response to his elder sister spared Rafel the trip down memory lane: "He's not old. Time just moves differently down there."

"Hmm." Janai looked glum. Her younger sister voicing her concerns; Mariposa said to Rafel, "So you've never met Calypso? She's kind of a big deal around here, you know with our River and everything. The legends are so skewed."

"Not really." Rafel's timber voice went unusually darker. "She's my wife."

"WHAT!"

Rafel went on like he didn't see the utterly smitten expressions of everyone on the table. "—I call her Yemaya though."

"That's amazing! We have her statue here and everything. We pay her Rites, a-and the ritual of the Orishas." Yukima sat back, and gave Rafel the look of complete obeisance, like the [Martyr] suddenly had a face and it was him. "You are pretty interesting, Apollyon. I hear you broke the case of the Butcher of Nokmaar. I bet you have some wonderful stories up in that redhead of yours." Her tinted eyes clearly said that was a come-on. Only the adults at the table interpreted this. Daschelle Novak, the last born Royal—who clearly was not an adult—skipped past the innuendos right to the bit she was most interested in. "Oh yeah! Tell us about the Butcher of Nokmaar."

"The Swamp Savage." Janai whsispered in mock horror.

"Limb Harvester," said Mikhail.

"Zombie fucker."

It was Dash again.

Ursula dropped her glass. "Necrophilia is not a thing to joy in, Daschelle Novak." Her mother cautioned.

Rafel decided a psycho septuagerian assassin who slashed his victims and then fucked their body parts was not a topic for after-dinner conversation. He sat silently. Still, Dash leaned towards him. She dropped her voice raspily, "I hear he nearly got the Empress."

Rafel sat like steel. He wondered where the hell this little teen girl was getting her intel. But there was no way in the Nine Circles of Hel he'd let that monster get fifty yards of Ravenna. Dash put her small face under him, admiring his five o'clock shadow, golden-red locks and citrine eyes like a Vestal in the aura of a [Gold Saint]. In all this, the fifth-born was silent. Yuki looked at Rafel looking at her and explained her younger sister's somber cloud: "Hinari is enrolled at the Seat of Seltand in the new Freelands province. She's got a wet-panties crush on her Vestal-maid. I don't think she's a lesbo though. If I were in an all-girls school, I'll have crushes on girls too."

"Seltand is co-ed, dummy!" Hinari fired back. It was the first time she'd spoken all through dinner.

Rafel placed both his hands on the table's cool diamond. He ignored Dash's leering at him which was unnerving; such sexual curiosity from a fourteen-year old. He let his gold eyes fall on Hinari Okyo, with her ashen, straight hair, haunted eyes and caveman posture. He told her.

"I don't think one word can fully define a person's sexuality. I may love a Critch woman today. I can choose to bed a god tomorrow. I may desire a red succubus ten years down the road. [Eros] is dynamic. We like what we like."

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The entire dinner hall was silent. Even the uniformed servers didn't look so statuesque. All eyes were on him in that moment. And when Rafel caught a ray of brightness enter Hinari Okyo's eyes, he knew he'd made a friend for eternity.

"Alright, that's it kids." Ursula abruptly clapped her hands.

"Aww!" Janai reluctantly stood with the others. She made Rafel promise he'd be here the next day, before skipping along with her siblings. But not before each one of the six Critch-blooded children had kissed the top of their mother's head.

Ursula sighed when they were disappeared from the hall. "I must confess, they're not my first pick for supper conversationalists."

Rafel could finally look at the Legata absent PG-13 eyes. And he did.

"I don't mind."

"Huh? I didn't take you for one who liked kids."

Rafel shrugged.

Ursula turned her chair to face him fully and he did too. Her breasts were a constant apple of his eye, but he divisioned his staring to other places too, like her black-painted rose of a mouth and the shiny purple fabric riding up her inner thigh. He debated how he would just love to use a crop on her tight, dark skin.

Ursula perused him too, in her own way. Her snake-green eyes landed flat on his swell of his fly, and stayed there for one hundred and ten heartbeats—Rafel counted, at which point she and her cobra companion flicked their tongues at the same time. Rafel wasn't too surprised her tongue was just as forked as that of the grey serpent curling down her neckline.

Her eyes flashed back up to his.

"Ahem—"

Rafel cleared his throat.

"You think I sent the idiot at the bog?" She dropped point blank.

Rafel glanced at the empty dinner table for a second. "The Swamp Slasher…Killer, or whatever the shit they're calling him was sponsored. Apart from the mess of body parts recovered from the swamp, we think the murder of the Dragonrider Major was a coordinated attack. It was too perfect. Someone hatched it first. Someone brilliant, connected, and with pockets as deep as their genius."

"So you think I am this person?"

"I think you are all those things I mentioned," Rafel intelligently said.

Ursula didn't hide her smile, pride or blush.

Rafel went on. "We think this are the blueprints of a full-scale treason, or worse, coup."

"You keep saying we. The Empress feels threatened?"

Rafel sat back in his chair. "You should feel threatened. If they got a Major, they can get you too. Unless…"

"Unless I'm the Queen-pin."

Rafel smiled. "Unless you're the Queen-pin."

He and Ursula shared a moment where they were just beating hearts.

Until—

"AAHHH!!! MOM! She's gotten into the Stables!"

Rafel recognized distinctly Yuki's scream. Just as the Legata shot to her feet and looked out the window. "Fuck."