Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

It was Sekhmet who eased his clothes off his body, and then hers. As she rubbed him down with a loofah, he tried not to gape at the enticing sway of her breasts whenever she lifted her arms. He didn't want to be disrespectful.

Unlike himself and Aya and Ravenna—who played naked in the water some feet away; Rosa hid herself and quietly bathed behind a great rock—Sekhmet was their senior in years and power ranking.

She was made in curves with skin that would initiate appetite in any man, and some women.

Rafel wanted to grab her huge boobies and weigh them. Her mounds danced close enough to his face and her pink peaks brushed his jaw. She lifted softly in the water and he spied the apex of her thighs, the seam of her sex where little drops of water drizzled in, flowing down from the valley of her breasts and her soft navel.

She was waxed.

Her hips pushed outward, accented by her round bubble butt. She was quite the MILF.

"Do you not like me bathing with you?"

Rafel heard her warm voice from above. He'd been lusting at her bosoms. He raised his eyes. Her crimson iris were full and attractive. She had such a pretty mouth. Rafel cleared his throat.

"What? Uh, no. I mean, yes! I like you bathing with me, TRUST ME. It's not that. It's—"

His pipe poked her belly.

"—that." Rafel sighed.

"Oh!" Sekhmet smirked. "That!"

She began to sponge down from Rafel's neck to his torso. He abruptly grabbed her hand over his abs.

"Please don't do that. We have a boat to catch to the Jungle Isle."

Sekhmet looked down, and she found him sprung and heavy. His cock was a dense slab. She licked her lips. "Raincheck?"

Rafel nodded. "You bet your ass!"

Rafel had no misgivings that the next time they'd be in the water together, he wouldn't be dragging her hand off his dick. But ordering her to sit on it. He grabbed Sekhmet's soft body. Ignoring their shared nudity and his raging erection, he rolled them in the water. He was not quite strong, but he was of course strong enough to play with the sultry, Egyptian platinum-blonde MILF.

They frolicked in the creek for a few minutes before Sekhmet finally threw him off. She was gentle. As she guided him to the creek, she hailed the others.

"Alright! Aya! Ravenna! Pool time's over. We got a full day ahead. Not to mention we might need to hike up the Temple when we get to Jungle Isle.

And that includes you, Rosa! Yes! I see you behind that rock. I can SEE THROUGH it if I so wish. You didn't think these red eyes were just fashion, did you? I don't know why you hide when bathing.

You have such a beautiful body."

Ravenna tossed the final splash of water on Aya before she swam for the creek's bank. "Jungle Isle?" she asked. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

Sekhmet shrugged. "I didn't come up with the name. His Eminence did. I think it's rather fitting. We can't just call them all Isle of Corynthia."

Rosamunde stepped out from behind the rock in a bathrobe. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, turban-style. She caught Rafel smirking in the spot where they'd left their changing clothes. She unfurled the turban and tossed the towel at his grinning face. "It's an Abbey. ABBEY!

Not a temple." She said this directly to Sekhmet.

When she went past into the cottage's clearing, Sekhmet shared a rogue look with Rafel. "I think she's growing on me."

"Careful now, lioness! That girl is betrothed to the Holy One," Rafel returned in equal snide.

They burst out laughing, lucky Rosa wasn't within hearing distance. In the large Cabin, Rafel was helped into his clothes by the joint effort of all four women. One minute, he stood in front of the long mirror in only his black briefs, wondering how the hell he was going to pull on pants without hurting his back or bandages.

The next, Sekhmet caught his look; she was winking at the others, and they were all around him.

Before he had a chance to play macho man, he was standing in cold scuffed boots, black denim pants, a thick Kevlar vest over a light gray shirt, and a matching dark hat topping it all to keep out the sun. Four pairs of jaded eyes and smiles met his in the mirror.

"Thank you, all of you," said Rafel as Rosa moved near and put the leaning silver skull cane under his right hand. It took on most of his weight so his spine wouldn't hurt.

Rafel noticed the four girls were wearing pants, all of them. Ravenna wore cut jean shorts and a netting pantyhose. If fit her Goth sense of fashion. No one wanted someone's skirt whipping up in the wind—so to say. "Shall we?" Rafel started them out.

While Sekhmet wheeled him on his Automaton seat, Aya, Ravenna, and Rosa paced out behind them until they came by the shallowest plot of tides entering the beach. A small boat was already floating in it.

WOOF!

Blue, the [Guardian wolf] jumped in first, wagging his tail.

"Straight ahead!" Rosamunde commandeered Aya who sprouted six other glowing, purple [Spirit arms] right out her back to handle the rowing. All she expended was soul coins of her [Lust System] Arcane Rune and not physical energy. She wasn't even slightly out of breath when they traveled up the coast, moving in tributaries and bypassing the main sea.

They took an inland river that ran up two islands and pulled into the next shore front they hit.

The sand was white on the beach.

Not a mimic white, but alabaster white, like someone had forgotten to wash the snow that had blown in from the north. It was a great contrast to the beach of the isle they had just left, whose sands were the brown of coconut shells. This isle's beach was stately white. It reminded Rafel of the walls of the Countess Cordelia's villa.

Beyond the pale, glinting beach was the most beautiful rainforest Rafel had layed eyes on.

It was colored like the rainbow: a mix of vegetation, crops, and native flowers. Magenta birds tweeted in the trees.

Rosa hopped out the boat with gusto. Her hard boots dug in the white beach. "Welcome to Jungle Island." She pronounced.

"Whoooee!" Ravenna whooped in a fist bump. Her echo went round, and back.

Rafel ignored the wheelchair [Automaton] Sekhmet dutifully unfolded for him. He grabbed his skull cane instead. "Fuck that. I'm not cripple. I can walk. And if I don't get to use my legs in this paradise, where else would they learn to be strong again.

I'm walking!" He cemented, giving no room for argument.

As a train of excitement, they all started forward in their exploration gear. In seconds, the rainforest claimed them whole in its droopy, fruitful boughs and singing birds. A great Bengal did cross paths with them as they hiked. Rosa froze in the tiger's line of sight. But then one look from Sekhmet's bloodred eyes and the wild cat stalked away.

"Aren't you glad I packed a Go-bag and cases of food now?" Sekhmet quizzed Ravenna who had begun to slow on the trail Rosa was leading. It was high afternoon. They'd been walking for four hours. She was mesmerized Rafel didn't even show signs of fatigue. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be Half-Angel?

I guess His Eminence pampered you a little too good at that Manor." She wiped at a fat mosquito that buzzed in her ear, continuing.

"That's the thing with you young bloods. You have no idea how to take care of a man or a home, but you wish upon it. Here! Drink, and rouse that little arse of yours."

Sekhmet handed Ravenna a cool bottle from her knapsack. The girl gulped half the contents.

They were just about to stop for lunch when Rosa who was in the lead yelled back with a craning neck.

"Hey you guys! Come on, YOU NEED TO SEE THIS."

Rafel was in step with her, and when the others reached them, Rosa put out her hand to shift out of the way a hanging pile of horsewhip vine dangling from the high branch of a mighty tree. It dropped straight down like a waterfall of leaves.

"I think I've found it," said Rosamunde, and she parted the curtain of vines and stepped through.

Rafel followed. And so did the others.

They all gasped at the same time.

Rosa breathed, "Lord God Almighty!"

"Holy shit," Aya and Sekhmet uttered together.

Ravenna's mouth hung open.

Before them, on a plateau raised in golden stone steps rose a most majestic Ziggurat.

It had pillars of alabaster and archways lined in molten silver. Her turrets were overlaid in gold, and the marble of it shimmered like glass. It was more luxurious than the temples of Ephesus. The main chamber was a dome of shadows. Epiphytes and magnolias of pristine white ran up the huge pillars and porticos.

It extended in all four cardinal directions so that it was impossible to know which part of the planet it was built to face.

The building itself was a riddle. How much more the what lay inside it?

Rafel didn't know what he expected to find as the Abbey, but it certainly wasn't a forty feet rise of immaculate white gold. In the five hundred years of its construction, no robber had found it.

He placed his skull cane down and took the first step. Rafel breathed in the wondrous air.

"The Abbey of Saint Tomasina."