Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

A CAVALRY OF RED ANTS in golden armor marched as escorts of Israfel and Corazón to the [drop zone] the next day at noon. Though Middle Earth had no real measure of time, the sun in this realm was a floating orb of [white cosmo]. Rafel sat in the midst of Cheetah's opal hand as she carried him along.

Cora stood on the redhead giantess's shoulder and clutched to a lock of her ginger curls for support as Cheetah walked. Rafel sat very comfortable in her palm. "You have the creamiest skin I've ever seen, Big Red. Soft like a cake," he complimented up to her. Cheetah's green eyes twinkled.

"Are you sure you're not still pussy-whipped?"

Rafel indulged her smile. "Not enough to be blind to your enchantment, Big Red." The sexy Giantess replied. "Well then, Helchild, thank you for that. I am almost tempted to place you in my Birdy cage and hold you captive. For such little man, you are quite the dedicated lover. You have SUPER cock."

Cheetah intoned heavy on the R; pronouncing the super as 'superrr'. She told him further in her tart accent. "You are very STRONG, LITTLE MAN. I like it." She smiled. She turned in her thumb and patted Rafel across his head. He leaned more into her touch. Above him, Cora did swings in the air using one of Cheetah's fire braids as harness.

The night of passion they'd shared had brought them very close to the Giantess. Now when they looked at the 20foot Priestess of Ür, it wasn't fear that first entered their minds. But how good a butt smush could be. Rafel could tick making friends with a fiery Amazonian off the list.

The horde of soldier ants finally reached the [drop zone] and made a triangular formation around the square. It was a plate of flat, mountain stone under the hole where Rafel and Cora had made their hard entry into Middle Earth. Fragments of blue healing runes were burned into the dark plate from where Rafel's spine had been crushed on impact.

His body had left imprints of his [Hemovore] soul-stitching ability in the lodestone.

One of the great ants stepped out from the march and lifted his bigger head, appareled in a gilded helm and said aloud. "The [Drop zone]." The ant captain lifted the first two of his six hands to the hole; the circular opening was ten feet high up.

"The midnight hunt stumbled upon it while picking up for strays." The soldier ant finished.

By strays, he meant unwelcome humans.

"Grrrh!" A loud growling rumbled from behind, reverberating through volcanic stone. The Kong of [Anima Dios] stepped out from the throng of gods that parted at the center for him. Dagda Mør was followed closely by Letawyne and Aigon. His huge arms were floored in the gorilla crawl as he raised his obsidian eyes and regarded the [Drop zone].

His Bashar, Letawyne turned her ostrich beak to peep inside. For the Giant gods, the hole wouldn't even fit their arm.

"So this is where you fell through?" The Kong had a bit of humor to his cold voice. "Must've been some accident." Dagda Mør belched. His dark eyes and chimpanzee nostrils flared, clearly showing Rafel and Cora he was not displeased at their refusal to tell him what sort of 'accident' it was. He was not deceived either. Dagda Mør shifted his mighty fists on the stone. "I guess this is where we must part, my friend."

Cheetah put down one knee and lowered her palm to the ground for Rafel to climb off. Cora slid down her knotted braid, like a rope down a flight dragon.

They were all standing on solid Erebus rock before the hot giantess rose to her full height again. Rafel eyed her slow ascent. She was wondrous.

Dagda shared a knowing look with Letawyne in the way Rafel's eyes consumed with lust as he stared up the taller, curvaceous Priestess of Ür. The Kong shifted his gaze to Cheetah and then down to their smaller compatriot.

"I see you had an eventful night with our Ajah. She showed you more than your room, did she?"

It was Letawyne who spoke in her high tone.

Dagda reared back and bellowed hard. His bassy laughter rumbled in the stone. All the [Anima Dios] held to their ribs and cracked up. Cheetah dropped her head. Even the ant soldiers pulled off their gold helmets and patted their brothers shoulders. Cora raised her brow flirtatiously when Rafel turned her way. "Don't look at me!"

"Joke, my friend. We joke." Dagda lifted on great, gorilla fist from the floor and nudged Rafel with a finger. The ape king teared up. "Ah, my friend. It's been a while since any giantfolk hooked up with a mortal. Our intimate acts don't usually work out, because of, well. . ." He gestured between Cheetah and Rafel—and the much difference in stature.

"Perhaps on your next visit, my friend, you can tell us about how you managed to share the bed of our beautiful Ajah of the [wildwood]." Aigon, the great goat offered.

Rafel nodded, having to crane his head way up to meet their gazes. He curled his right fist, pressed it into his left palm, and bowed.

This method of regard he had learned from the [Iron Viper] Samurais.

"It would be my pleasure. Thank you for not eating us." He said to the Kong and met the roundabout staring of the gathering animal gods. "Pray I fall through the earth soon, huh?"

Chuckles arouse and faded. And Rafel and Corazón stepped up the plate beneath the hole of the [drop zone]. All eyes of [Anima Dios] squared in on them: Letawyne the ostrich, Aigon the he-goat, Dagda Mør the Kong [Kaiju], red armored ants... and the Priestess of Ür, Cheetah—Rafel's favourite of the Giants. "Farewell, Big Red." He bid her.

"Don't die in your war and make me come up there! I don't think little people will like to see a giant woman-cat just strutting the streets of the city." she warned and blew him an air kiss.

[Anima Dios] waved them as Cora planted her legs and conjured the spell that would ferry them upwards and out from Middle Earth realm.

"DARK ARTS! I conjure, Nimbus Etheria!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A luminous [Ascension Cloud] took them up into the opening of hole. The clover-shaped nimbus in angelic snow levitated through the hole, moving higher with them until the armored soldier ants that looked so big at the beginning of the ascent were but wriggling smudges in the fading light. The [drop zone] was darker than a Mauler's black arse.

Fortuna smiled on them that Cora's [Ascension Cloud] provided light enough to see.

They kept climbing for long minutes in stale air and silence. Cora embraced Rafel in the cloud and felt his hand settle in her short-cut silver hair. "Was it this dismal in your first ascent from the Abyss, m'lord?"

"Nay, Corazón," Rafel told her. "My ascension from Hel was far brighter and warmer." She laughed. He went on, loving the press of her succulent breasts through her button-up. "As you know, I was in the company of Naamah. And that girl has one fuck of a body. I'm sure you also know this!"

Cora laughed again and smacked his arm. "Stop it." She went thoughtful. "They must've missed us badly."

Rafel nodded. They cuddled in together. Rafel was content to listen in to her soft breathing as they kept going up in the ray cloud. He was interestedly consuming the boyish attire on Cora: seal-blue commando pants and her freshly pressed shirt tucked in, when they popped out into bright daylight.

Whoosh!

Brilliance forced their eyelids shut. "Shit." Cora had to close her blue eyes for her sensitive pupils to adapt. Minutes rising through dark, dense earth had left both their iris dilated. It was like they'd broken through dimensions. Rafel shielded Cora while his own Dhampir nature took control to give him infrared vision until his normal eyesight kicked in. He began telling her what he saw. "I spot tents and hear the sound of riding machines. Someone revving a bike, maybe?"

It was clear: they had made it back to the surface.

Cora opened her eyes again and blinked into the harsh sunlight. They were definitely on the surface.

"Shit." she swore out loud. "This fucking desert."

Compared to the orb of [white cosmo] of Middle Earth realm, the sun of the Continent was a super nova. "It's Grone's camp! There!" Cora pointed to the heap of brickstone which made a half-decent edifice: the vestal temple was under reconstitution. "Fuck. Thank the gods!" Cora sighed into her palm, grateful to be back despite already sweating.

Rafel gripped Cora as they both rose and hopped off the [Ascension Cloud]. The nimbus faded into ivory petals of light. Rafel moved away a small distance to crack off a huge boulder—which broke away at his first punch. He carried it as if it weighed a hairbrush and not thirty tons. And he dropped it easily over the hole.

It was the perfect size to act as a temporary roof over the abyssal hole.

Rafel didn't want anyone falling in. Even if they did survive the plunge into [drop zone], they'd have to be proven worthy of their next breath by a horde of giant animals. Rafel ensured the boulder held.

Then he turned to Cora. And took her hand.

"Come on."

They walked a short distance when the first Deathlie: a Bonelander woman spotted them over the rim of her cooking pot.

"THEY'RE BACK! THEY'RE ALIVE!" she yelled. She instantly forgot her stirring ladle. "THEY'RE ALIVE! THEY'RE ALIVE!" She went screaming off into the sandy base.

Rafel and Cora hadn't even walked the next three steps before they were surrounded by hugs and kisses. Grone the Grievous barreled through the milling throng and embraced Rafel in a big bear hug that swooped the Hel prince right off his feet.

"Hail Visha! Hail Magvath! The Rebel Lord is back! Our flame-eater. Even the pits of darkness could not swallow him." The blond Goliath praised and twirled Rafel. The rugged Rebel Lord meanwhile was thinking how he had had the worst impression of Grone. The man was but a Yogi on the inside. He landed on his feet some thirty seconds later and tried to return everyone's smiles. People were reaching for him like he was some sort of Messiah.

Rafel kept Cora near and asked: "the temple is already halfway built. How long were we gone?"

"A fortnight, my king." Grone kept his arm around Rafel's shoulders, leading him through the excited crowd.

Two weeks?

He glanced at Cora. Her ocean eyes were watching him already. They were in [Middle Earth] ten hours. Time moved different there. 'Damn,' Rafel thought, 'my harem have being without me for fourteen hot Rhobine nights. Speaking of...'

"Where are my—"

He didn't have to finish. Grone was one step ahead in this. "Your mistresses are in the dunes, Rebel Lord. Since your distressing fall in the blast, they have been scouring the Badlands for any signs of your appearance. Dementa and Vestal of my House rides with your harem. Tis' eventide, so their party should be arriving back any moment now."

Just as Grone was saying this, Rafel beheld a great dust rising in the horizon. He pulled away from the crowd and stared into the distance, looking into the swirl of rusty fog.

He spotted a gang of four riders.

All women.

They sped in the hot winds, vanishing in the brown desert storm.

The sounds of their heavy metal bikes crashed like rolling lightning under the torrid sun: the rev, and the purr. They were mad riders. Marauders, under the sunset. The blurry orange sun dipping into the scorched earth was their backdrop as they seemed to ascend from the very sands of the Badlands.

And they were shirtless.

Rafel gulped into the pillar of dust as four pairs of creamy, fat army titties bounced into his yellow eyes. And behold, the Junker queen was in the lead, silver rings and brass chains clashing at her wheels.