Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"...OH YOU WILL." His deep laughter and wicked eyes excited little Dash more than the promise in his words. If age was proportional to charisma, the man above her had the Ritz of a forty-three year old Oyabun. He just had it. Was he really gonna stuff her full?—like she'd seen that one bunny do. Rafel took the question right out of her pretty lil' head.

He immediately put his hand over her face, effectively shutting out her air. His palm was gigantic over her head. She was so little.

Dash lasted sixteen seconds before she began pounding at his thighs and trying to cough him out of her throat.

Plop!

Rafel released out of her at the same time: out of her mouth and removing his hand over her face. She was breathless and moaned as he went back a step. "Catch your breath, Dove." He busied himself with pinching the taut nipples of her teenage body through her light dress. "You're so needy, little girl." He squeezed her. Then flicked the nubs. He could see the pink through the material.

Dash was red in the face, her eyes, nose and lips tortured by his dick and with spit.

"Please, daddy." She said this breathing hard. She didn't dare free the hands imprisoned behind, even though she badly wanted to.

"Please what?" Rafel pulled hard on her left nipples.

"—ahn! Daddy!" She gasped, opening her mouth and trying to fellate him.

"Easy, Dove." Rafel stayed her with a hand on her shoulders. "Your obedience shall be rewarded."

"Please," she shook. Mini orgasms already trembled her body.

Rafel slapped her. He watched her buck.

Pah! He spat on her face. And then rubbed it all over like lotion. He was in her eyes. His musk smudged on her face. He grabbed the short ends of her pink hair and fisted it, holding her head up. "You want to eat my dick, yes?"

"Yes, daddy."

"—suck my cock? Nod if you want it, Dove."

Dash nodded, her eyes rolled back.

Rafel grabbed himself and tapped the thick length over her nose and into the sides of her pretty face. Torturing her: "You want me to fuck your mouth, Dove?"

Tap! Tap!

"Huh, my little Dove?!"

Dash was quivering as he slapped her crazy with his fat penis. She was shaking, her little body begging for just one orgasm. Infact a breath away from it. She could barely see through her eyes over the electricity coursing through her body. "Alright, my dear. Here you go." Rafel sent his dick back in. His voice was wickedly soft. His action was not.

The second his bulbous warmth filled the hot insides of Dash's rosebud mouth, Rafel became the sinner man his kind were infamous for: he grabbed onto the edges of Dash's dampened hair, making schoolgirl ponytails of the pinkish wave. He fisted her hair like railings of a buggy...and then fucked that pretty mouth good.

His strokes were unmerciful. His hips pumps like a damn piston. And the suction on the lips of the pretty young thing at his feet was beyond holy.

Dash stayed still, with her arms chained, and she let him pound away.

Sometime around the twenty-fifth pressing of his cock down her raw throat, Daschelle Novak had her very first climax.

"Ahn! Mhmm! Mmmmm!!!" She shook uncontrollably on her knees, fighting with her body not to crumble onto the muddy riverbank. Reflexively, her tongue curled around Rafel's girth and she closed her lips hard around him. He almost couldn't pull out. Almost.

Heaving, Rafel backhanded her.

"You little fuckin' whore. You trying to make me cum in your sweet mouth, ain't you? You devious witch! HOOOLY!"

His harsh slap did it for Dash. And she came again, right there and then, at his booted feet.

She was spasming on the dirt; halfway to the ground, halfway on her knees—trying not to disobey his commands against the universe of her femininity exploding so wonderfully. "Oh, look at you." Rafel teased her when he found a puddle of warmness spill, pause, and spill again between her rapturous legs. She was squirting.

He watched her hide out her gorgeous face as her fine pink flower shamed her with the wanton pussy-rain. She folded in, but Rafel was fast; pulling her to her back, opening her playful legs to see her squirt right up at him. It looked like she was breathing through there; the way she parted and closed under his eyes—her shiny labia. "You're addictive, y'know that, Dove? A lot of girls can't pull this off."

She shyly turned this way and that.

But Rafel was not appeased. His cock throbbed as he stared daggers down at her. His eyes went all-black; latent [Sin Class II] reared into his hell core in full force.

Cackles of devilish laughter ascended in the forest.

"Hahahaha—

"Oh, little Dove. You've gone and done it now. Better call me Daddy!"

For the first time, Dash naughtily shut her lips.

"COME HERE, BABY GIRL!" Rafel dragged her from her heaving state and dropped down on to the humus on his own knees. He turned her pliant little body away from him; Daschelle was a petite angel. And she only began to fight him because it made both of them hornier.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Rafel delivered three sound slaps to her bottom.

"Quit squirming!"

Skraaap!!!

He tore off her little country dress from the lower pleats. "My Dove is gonna be naked for me." He chuckled darkly. "Now let's see those young tits." Rafel pushed up the tatters of her gown to cover over her head. He yanked the white underpants off her legs, nearly giving her a wedgie. She yelped and tried to cover herself from being exposed to his hard eyes behind, by sending up her hands.

"Wrong move, Dove." Rafel grated. He deftly grabbed her both hands and fished out her panties, which he used to tie her up at the wrists—behind her back; she couldn't even flinch.

"There we go." He spent a second to congratulate himself, bringing her back when she tried to crawl away. "No runnin' from me, Dove. This is what you wanted right. I daresay it's time for my own fuckin' reward, ain't it. Let's see now." If at anytime it was too much, she could use her safe word. Like really use it. She knew this.

Rafel brought her up closer to him on all fours. He let her kneel, facing away from and then bent her forward as far as she could go. "Let's see, I said." He pinched her inner thigh, forcing her to pull apart her lean thighs and reveal the jewel. Rafel gasped. "Ah, would look you look at that? Even pinker than your lips."

Catching his meaning, Dash tried to slap her legs closed. Rafel didn't need to see her face to know there was a blush on it.

Pah!

He sent a wicked palm to the roundness of her small bottom.

"—I SAID OPEN."

"Mhmm." She made a soft moan, pressing her lips together firmly.

"I think you've fallen in love with my hand," he joked.

She writhed as he opened her up to his predatory eyes. He rose over her and let a drop of spit he'd formed drop over her, dribble from her clenching asshole to her gleaming sex. Dash shivered and pulled at her binds—her own panties. "Nuh uh, Dove. I'm not letting you off so easy." Rafel put in a finger to test her. She squirmed. He laughed. "Look at you, darlin'. So wet and tight." He twisted the finger in. Curled it up in her, making her stretch out like the cat she very much was.

Then he pulled it out and licked her off clean.

His cock was at this point damn near ready to shag Dash's mouth again. But Rafel had prepared her well. Her lips were a menace. But...

Pah!

"—how about this pussy?" He finished aloud.

Rafel put his finger in her again, rising to crouch above her—like a Lockshian fucking wildman.

And just as he pulled out the tormenting middle-finger the second time he put in himself.

Dash instantly forgot she was supposed to be quiet and wailed. "Ohh, it feels good. It feel so good."

"Say what?" Rafel gruffed out, landing quick slaps on her hips; she was just beginning to grow out. He didn't give a fuck.

Rafel felt the immediate resistance of her unbroken young body. But she was ripe and willing, so he sank right through. They couldn't make it last. Neither of them. Rafel tried but not with the "ah ah yes" grunts of Dash. He pulled her hair back tight. Pressed her back in. Put three fingers in her mouth from behind. Barked orders at her to be quiet. But there was no stopping her unleashed womanhood. Daschelle screamed in the little forest. When he felt her moaning just might attract a passing Marshal, Rafel put his hand over her mouth.

This position bent her back to an arch only [Wildshapes] like herself could manage.

Rafel was innately aware taking a virgin doggystyle was a bit manic. But Dash wasn't exactly sane at the moment. Frankly, neither was he.

She began to quake under him and Rafel knew she was about explode. He timed the next moment her shuddering hit and jammed two fingers without warning inside of her butthole.

"Aaah! Daaaddy!!!"

Daschelle pierced the riverbank with the mix of a scream and a roar. Rafel was certain he caught the flash of large incisors in the brook's icy water as Dash climaxed with a powerful shivering. He didn't know if her cry was really a use of her safe word or painful ecstasy. But he indulged her belly with his cum.

Rafel poured loads into her.

Every ebb of his penis was met with a corresponding tightening of her walls.

Rafel knew if he wasn't purposely shooting blanks—'cause he was a devil like that, he just might have his first child by this fourteen-year old girl. That was how much he released into her. He was still squatiing, groaning hard with his eyes shut tight when Dash fell forward gasping. In the last second, he remembered to grab her lean hips and turn her over before she got a faceful of muddy dirt.

"Filthy Dove." Rafel said when he loosed her binds and she reached down to feel for his whitish seed leaking out of her. Her only reply was a long smile and a whisper to him. "Thank you, daddy."