Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 309: Daddy Cool [18+]

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[🎶 Cherry pie – Warrant.]

Rafel jerked back as if stung by a large hornet. "What the fuck are you doing, silly girl?"

His pullout left Daschelle surprised. For one, she'd never known any man who stopped the incident of about having his dick sucked. At least from the stories her four sisters sniggered about in private time. Two: he didn't look like he was impotent. And three: she was definitely sure that Ambassador Israfel Bludthïrste—the vanilla boy of the entire Continent—was not gay.

So she settled on a fourth possibility: it was her.

Dash rested back once more on her knees and lifted her strangely lovely fairy eyes to him. She twisted her fingers as she spoke softly to him, the fourteen-year old she was so evident at this point; "I've n-never done this before. Y-You can teach me. I bet I'll get it right. I'm a fast learner. Mama tells me so."

"ARE YOU CRAZY! You want me to teach you how to suck dick?" He put it bluntly for her, so she'd understand the ramification of what she was asking for. "That's fucking freaky, even for you Dash." Rafel was conflicted even as he told her this. This was literally his worst best imagination ever. Still...

"No." He droned. He let his tone of finality resonate up the corded branches of the willow trees when Dash kept looking up at him like she was begging to ride a wild Mustang. Or better yet, take a piece of her favourite lemon cake. Only that this wasn't cake she was begging for. It was penis.

Dash's cerulean eyes dropped. She smiled. He wasn't walking away.

His words were mean. But his feet wouldn't agree.

"If you're thinking about my mom finding out—"

"I'm not thinking about the Legata right now." Rafel cut her off.

"I didn't think so." Daschelle smacked her lips. She was pink on the neck as she stared on the beautiful rod of flesh spearing a yard from her face. He had made no move to cover himself so Dash knew she had a chance. She gulped at the dark, throbbing shaft she was asking for. It was huge. He...was huge. But for a girl who hadn't been broken in, she bet fifty Daleian silver she was lucky in the department of firsts. How many girls could boast at having been deflowered by a literal dark god?

She'd bet it was going to be good too. She had seen this man fight. And even with her young mind, she knew his moves would apply to a roll in the hay.

Rafel ticked all the boxes:

Tall. Strong. Ruthless. Powerful. Sexy. Motherfucking rich. And yes, older.

The last part was no doubt her best part of the deal—if she could close it.

'Mhmm. I have to have him. My underpants feel so warm. And I'm pretty sure it ain't the river.' As she thought this, slips of sun down the forest lit the freckles of her face. Her aquiline nose. Her doe eyes. Dash remarked her mum had always gone off at how she'd have to prove herself in the diplomatic council. Well, she was about to get her first lesson... from a man beyond her wildest fantasies.

But he didn't want her kissing his dick.

Dash thought fast.

The moment the idea lit in her head, she couldn't stop her giggle.

Rafel sighed, standing with his athletic legs spread. "What is it this time?"

"May I?" She brought up her hands, so he could catch her meaning.

"A Handjob? NO, YOU MAY FUCKIN' NOT!"

"Well then what can I do?" She pouted. "It's okay for you to swear and cuss in front of me but when I offer to do something we both clearly want, you say no? IT AIN'T FAIR. Plus, you ain't ma daddy."

Rafel huffed. "Well, I wish I was. Then I could spank you witless, little girl."

"Oh, you can spank me either way."

"Good gracious, Dash! You got a foul mouth."

"Yeah? Wanna see what it can do?" She giggled, leveling him up and down with hot eyes, "I want you to teach me. Use me. Groom—"

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT WORD." Rafel hardened. He looked up into the graying shades and Dash knew he was thinking about it. Really thinking about it. She just loved to ogle his juicy manhood while he wasn't paying attention to what she was doing with her eyes, but she also knew she had to incinerate all doubt from his mind. So gently, she laid her small hands to rest on his knees, let her little fingers tickle the skin there as she said, "you don't want me findin' the groundskeeper, do you, sir? He's right about that age, and he looks pretty tan too—"

Slam!

Rafel's left hand went up fast. He grabbed her jaw, cutting off her speech suddenly. The words died in her throat and her youthful blue eyes filled in fright. Her own hands went up. She tried to claw free. Rafel easily slapped them away with his right.

"HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" He instructed.

It was then Dash knew she'd broken him.

'Yes, daddy.' She wished to smile but he now controlled everything she did, and would do—even her smile.

Rafel watched Daschelle obediently follow his deep voice. She stopped fighting and put both her hands behind her, folding them upward.

"Good girl." He rewarded her with a light slap.

Her pink hair fell forward into her eyes. He roughly pushed back the bangs. "I want to see your eyes," he told her. "I want to see that mouth and face. No runnin' from me now, little girl." Rafel had no fucking idea where his new Rocasian accent was coming from, but he went with it. He was too turned-on to debate with his system.

Dash had a pretty mouth: cute crossbow lips that looked as rose petals, and were even softer.

His hand on her jaw softened as his thumb slipped up to brush them.

"These lips are mine."

She felt the need to part her lips. And she did. His rogue finger went in and they both let out little sighs of release. It was longing. Unbridled. Pure. Dash instantly began sucking.

Thah!

He lightly slapped her again—on the other cheek.

"Don't be greedy." He pulled out his thumb wet from her hot mouth. With unflinching gold circles of eyes, Rafel told her darkly, "pick a safe word."

He didn't need to explain why to her; she knew she was young and he didn't want to go too far or hard with her. He needed to guage her limit. Still, he was a man of few words.

Dash knew her safe word just by looking up to him on her knees.

She gently whispered, "daddy."

[🎶 Daddy Cool – Boney M.]

In all his time with Submissives, both of Hel and the mortal plane, Rafel had never had any [Bottom] pick the safe word 'Daddy'. But this little girl did. And he loved the shit out of it.

He said in a charcoal voice to her. "You will be my Dove."

He watched her for a second. "Nod if you understand."

But Dash was too horned-up and went telling, "yes, daddy."

Thwack! Rafel slapped her the third time, harder. "I SAID NOD." She did, blushing heavily at the zinging in her skin from his palm. Her eyes were harshly bright, just like they usually were on the verge of her [Shifting]. But Daschelle knew it wasn't her Tigress longing for release. But her body. She wanted to scream: 'I'm ready. I'm so fuckin' ready, daddy."

"Keep your hands there." Rafel inclined his head to her back and dropped his hand from her chin. He bent low and made quick work of his pants. The red breeches were tugged off and tossed by the roots of an Evergreen closer to riverbank. He now stood as a stallion before his young pupil, in nothing but royal Florentine boots.

Dash's blue eyes licked every scrape of his golden skin.

She was panting by the time he came near again to her with his heavy wonder.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. "Wider!"

Dash struggled to stay on her knees and keep her own arms locked behind her as she made her lips pucker and spread. But the discomfort payed off when he took hold of his massive boner and slowly pushed into her mouth. He was hot and heavy. And soon enough, he tickled the back of her throat. Rafel kept going.

"Uugggffffgh," she wheezed.

"Relax your throat." He guided her. "Easy. Just like that. Good, yes. That's it. That's my little Dove." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Dash was marveled when he sank inside of her, burrowing down her windpipe. She was proud of herself too; she had taken in this big, big man. He tasted of salt and rain. He smelled so good she put up her face against his crotch. His balls got wet with the saliva dribbling down the sides of ther mouth. But she was unashamed. She felt him slide against her jaw. Dash was excited; this was what it must mean to be called a whore, she surmised.

"Had enough yet, Dove? You know your safe word."

Dash shook her head.

Rafel chuckled sinisterly. "Oh you will."

[To be Continued.]