Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

The village of the [Iron Viper] samurai clan was an actual secret forest realm. It was secluded deep in the heart of the cold forest. In white hills, in white cattle, in white snow. The homes were simple, with hard roofs to hold warmth.

The village was arranged in the shape of an arrow's forked head; as Rafel followed Shingami down to the clandestine hamlet, it was impossible to miss. At the arrow's tip sat the vision Rafel was expecting: a pagoda. It had up to six levels. And it was red and black, like the Oni mask of the Samurai leader.

"What's with the fake name?" Khalifa sidled up to Rafel. She pushed through foliage wet with snow and dew. Rafel didn't turn to look at her, lest the gallant samurai striding ahead hear. He whispered. "Hush! Just go along with it. Okay?"

Khalifa nodded and fell back a few paces; they had to keep up the appearance of being stat-less lads and lasses. If anyone in the Jun Prefecture should suspect who they actually were, Shingami Nihua would have his Katana back at their throats. From the little Rafel could gather by the seclusion of the Sect from civilization, the [Iron Viper] clan loved to stick to the shadows.

A rebellion war wasn't good for their carefully kept tranquility. And Khalifa knew Rafel wasn't about to quickly forget that the samurais had murdered half a dozen of his men. She wasn't.

"So, Rocco," Shingami said as they came up to the spring green bamboo gates, ". . .tell me, what are you running from?"

"Running?" Rafel tried for a soft laugh. He hoped it sounded better than his ears heard it.

"Yes. Running." Shingami laughed with him. "Every one roaming these desolate lands is either running away from something or seeking one out. It's usually the former. You don't look like a man with eyes corrupted by a vain quest for gold or Jhaedin [magic ores]. So I'm guessing you're running from something, eh? What is it?"

Rafel briefly scratched the bridge of his nose. They were approaching the Pagoda now from the center village path cobbled by smooth stones; elephant and sweet grass grew wild at the edges. 'If you're going to lie, dearie, it better be as close to the truth as possible.' His Auntie told him this.

—As close to the truth as possible, he mulled.

So he said to Shingami, replying the black robes of samurai just as they came up the stone steps to the Pagoda. The steepled edifice seemed to grow larger the closer they got to it. Doves and storks on the ascending roofs feathered together. The biting cold rising into the forest resembled rolling vapor from a hot stove—the paradox of it.

"I used to be a pirate." The lie dropped between them.

"A pirate?" Shingami entered first through the long doors another bowed samurai with a [Lord Rayden] blessed hat held open. This Samurai wore white.

"Yes. I rode under the Kala Domoni flags." Rafel followed him inside. The girls were let in after him but Khalifa, Damnameneus, and the surviving troop from the initial attack were stayed by lynx-eyed men with the clan's tattoos on their open necks. "—until that demon bitch claimed the Fae throne."

"Lilith, the Dowager, you mean?" Shingami easily volunteered; they weren't too cut off from the world not to know about the [SSS Rank] goddess.

"Yes."

"So you were witness to the rise of the Titans?"

"Yes," said Rafel for the second time. He'd be damned if he mentioned Lilith was his flesh and blood. The thumps of Shingami's foot on the wood floors were soundless—a real samurai walk. Rafel looked out a window. It was stark white mist. But still his changeling eyes spotted accurately Khalifa and the company by a shack under the moonstone bridge east of the pagoda.

She watered their beasts under the river bridge. She did not tie the animals; as if she knew they might have to make a hasty exit. He thanked the gods for her acumen. Some things didn't need telling.

"You seem more bold than a pirate."

Rafel turned his attention from the window at the new, small voice. He located Xifeng, Shingami's wife. Her magenta pupils narrowed on him, going more slitted. And somehow smaller. He gulped.

"I get that a lot." He moved his eyes to her fighter husband. Shingami Nihua was a lot easier to manage eye contact with. "I smell apples. You guys got any food ready?" Aya quipped. "Food, yes! I could sure use some. Fuckin' now." Ravenna said too. "You! Kitchen, now!" Aya pointed to a shook samurai. The man had a headband, the same neck tattoo, and gave Shingami a bereft look before bowing and leading out. "We'll be close by." Cora touched Rafel's shoulder gently before turning and following after Aya and Ravenna.

Shingami watched them disappear. "Women, am I right?"

To this, Rafel offered no response.

"You must be hungry too, Mr. Chalcone." Shingami stopped in a spacious hallway. The doors were like the walls: planers wood. Softnut brown. They slid rather than pushed open. The paintings were cool depictions of the village: forest and wind and white sky. The entire pagoda smelled like a Cajün temple.

Rafel shrugged. "I could eat." And they all laughed.

"Xifeng," Shingami smiled to his young wife, "babe, kindly show Mr. Chalcone to the guest quarters."

The woman nodded dutifully. Despite being in the same [Shadow Fighter] garb as her husband, and nearly of the same rank as he, she was a devoted submissive waifu. It turned Rafel on. Greatly. He felt his cock twitch when she went down in a cute bow. They sure knew how to train their women in Samurai clans. A woman being strong swords master was no excuse to feel superior to the men in the sect.

"This way, please." Xifeng Nihua held out a hand and started down the corridor again.

It had minimal light but not nearly dark enough that he couldn't see the sway of Xifeng's gentle hips under her black shawl. Her combat pants fit her perfectly. He noticed a roundness to her hips, a seduction in her long legs. He wondered upon it.

It would be suicide to try to cuckold a Samurai lord. But Rafel would be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about it. He wasn't [Netori King] rank in Sin Subclass System for nothing.

"We're here." Xifeng pushed back a wide wooden door and stepped in. "Your room, Mr. Chalcone."

"Call me Rocco." Rafel said back, "please."

Xifeng nodded, avoiding his beautiful face. She was just turning to leave when a small breeze stirred in; it blew around her shawl. Rafel almost instantly spotted the baby bump. It was still in the early stages. . .maybe second trimester. But definitely a baby bump.

Was this hot Samurai pregnant?

Rafel gulped as blood surged fiercely to his cock, sending his girth so hot he felt the fat prod against his thighs. His bulge was made evident.

Xifeng's milky hand was by the door when he grabbed.

"Forgive me if this is uncouth of me... but a-are you knocked up?"

Xifeng doubled back. "Excuse me."

Rafel didn't flinch.

She pulled her hand back. "T-This is hardly proper topic of discussion, Mr. Chalcone."

"Rocco."

"Uh, R-Rocco." She turned again. "I'm sorry I have to go." With a burst of [Umbrage], Rafel sent out shadow arms sprouting from his back which shut the door, sliding it back into place and blocking out Xifeng's exit. Her magenta eyes narrowed. "What do you think you're doing?"

Rafel moved forward. He flattened her against the cedar door with his big, feline body. She felt without reprieve the hard bunches of musculature beneath his clothes. Just inches hindered. Muscles her dear husband didn't have. Rafel took her hands, even though she tried to resist. He held it up above her head. He kept her palms flat on the door. He brought his head down. His tousled red hair and ruggedly handsome face very close to hers. He whispered into her long, straight black hair.

"You didn't answer my question, Xifeng. Are you pregnant? Do you have something growing inside you? Tell me, woman?!" He pushed his body into hers.

"Ahh!" The gorgeous samurai moaned; she felt his very heavy heat mount up her ass, desperate to tear through all of her clothes and find wet tight connection. "Stop it, Rocco." But her voice was not as sure.

Rafel dryhumped her again, making her feel his needy dick.

"Ohh gods." Xifeng pressed her face into the door. "Okay, yes, yes! I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant, okay." She panted; her was gyrating into her butt—like some gigantic horny rabbit. But she loved it. She rasped into the door's soft wood. "Why? If I'm pregnant, so what?"

"It's good. That's g-good." Rafel groaned.

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"Because you can't get pregnant again."

"Wha—"

Skrraaatttt!

Rafel tore off her tight black pants at the bottom seam. She shook vehemently. "Hey, what are you doing? Rocco! ROCCO?!"

He pushed her satin underwear to the side and felt her up. "Ah, look at you. So wet. So ready for me. Why do you try to deny, you samurai whore." His hand smacked her fleshy ass and she quaked by the door. He kept her effectively caged. Smack! He slapped her ass again. "Little bitch Xifeng!" He dipped two fingers into her damp core. Her channel swamped his touch with heat and musk. "You want more, Xifeng? Huh? Tell me you want more, you horny wife."

"Ohh, Rocco." She gasped into the surface of the door.

He removed his pumping fingers and tore down his trousers. "Stop, p-please Rocco. My husband will kill you."

He slapped her interrupting hand away from closing her entrance and pushed in with his cock. He went all the way to the hilt. "Good gods, Xifeng. You are so hot." Rafel groaned deep.

"Yes, Rocco. Fuck yes." She moaned right back.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

Rafel began pounding fast and hard. The only parts of their bodies exposed were their genitalia. Their breaths mixed in the cold. Rafel fucked her against the door. He bent her forward, using her tight, hot, fighter body. The wooden door was shivering under the impact of him shoving feverishly inside her pussy.

"Yes. Ohh! Yes. Rocco. Yes Rocco! Ohh! Ahh. Fuck!"

Rafel's own voice rumbled with hers. "Oh yeah, you want this dick, you beautiful bitch? Take it. Take your pleasure."

PAH! PAH!

"Take it, you slut. Such a little sexy bitch you are. I wonder how you can fight so well for so small a woman? And you're pregnant too. Hell! You're so fucking hot right now." Rafel was a sucker for strong women. And Xifeng: a pregnant samurai was beyond his wildest fantasies.

PAH! PAH! PAAHHH!!!

He gave a final jerk in her heat. She had come four times already when he was banging her hard against the door; she still squeezed him inside her, seducing him to empty his balls in her pussy. Her greedy cunt got soaked in his volcanic semen. She bucked on the door, jerking and shuddering, and grasping to his big hands to steady her.

"Oh yes!"

PAH!

"Ahh fuck!"

PAH!

"Fill me. Fill me with your hot cum, Rocco. I can't get pregnant. Fill me." She turned him inside out with her wanton begging.

Rafel pulled out and she collapsed to the wood floors of the hollow guest room, her legs jelly. He pushed his shaft into her mouth and forced her to suck off moisture of her juices. She tasted her own cunt on his fat dick and swallowed his thickness. She felt the purplish veins throb in her mouth.

Plop!

Rafel pulled out from her lips.

He slapped her cheeks. "You have five minutes to leave my room, pregnant whore."

Xifeng looked at him from the floors. The two of them lasted all of one second before they burst out laughing together. What a session?