Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"TRESPASSERS! HEED CAREFULLY. You stand in the presence of Dagda Mør, King of the [Anima Dios]. Who are you?"

Tch! Rafel contemplated, his mind blank. What was the best answer to that without annoying a cave full of ten-foot animals. If his current state could be a comic, a clueless arrow would clearly be pointing out of his head at this moment. As as for the glaring Gorilla on the throne, a cloud of red smoke shooting out his ears.

His vibrant red hair wasn't doing him any favors either. Rafel decided it was best to shut his mouth and let Cora do the talking.

He followed her as she started forward on the long and mammoth stone bridge; he met her every step with a silent one of his, as if if he walked quietly enough the Kong would remark his as a gnat in his realm not worthy of attention. The pantheon of [Anima Dios] were gathering into this mountainous chamber in trickles, large and frightful as they all were. It's not everyday one stares at a rat the size of a cliff.

The bats which had flew off at the sound of the Kong's voice had come back into the cavernous hall and settled themselves by stalactites that rose like magical trees, the crystals on the limestone rocks glowing like jellyfish in the deep ocean. The casual luminescence it threw cast otherworldly shadows on the faces of the animal gods.

Huge red eyes peered out from the bats wolfish heads as they dangled upside down from rocks. A crow, big as a boulder—with a beak Rafel guessed could take his head with one peck, perched beside the great plutonic throne of Dagda Mør. If normal ravens feasted on carrion eyes, this particular giant bird could gulp a head whole.

And Rafel was sure it had.

He and Cora were not the first trespassers to this realm, judging by the hill of skulls the Gorilla King had made into his armrests. Human skulls. His blue tail rose in loops out behind the throne, hung menacingly with the fat stinger dangling above like the tongue of a mamba, always ready to strike. It was the one part of the Kong fully scorpion.

"A giant monkey with a scorpion's hybrid genes? What could go wrong?" Rafel whispered behind Cora sarcastically as they walked. "Ufggh!" She elbowed him, shushing: "Quiet. He might hear you. They are after all gods."

It was at the moment of the cavern filling with diverse great-proportioned animals: zebras long as mundane Giraffes, and Giraffes long as dinosaurs; bullfrogs that towered over them as they passed by; Bengal cats that could give normal elephants a run for their money; and the mammoths—whew! their tree legs were at the endless depth of the cavern, yet their heads still rose several hundred feet high above the bridge.

They were that massive.

. . .it was in this moment that Rafel realized the vast cavernous space was actually a throne room.

The Kong's throne room.

A white Ostrich flapped mighty wings as it spared above them and landed on the right side of Dagda Mør's throne. As Rafel and Cora struggled in the gales from its wings—which was the equivalent of a mild tornado to them, the Ostrich briefly pecked at the gold ants crawling up the machine arm of her Kong.

The Ostrich fed on the smaller insect gods for a while—the ants were just about the only creatures in the darned hall the same size with Rafel—before whipping her feathery head back to the crawling trespassers coming up the great stone bridge.

Cora halted at the very predatory gaze. "Ahem... Great [Anima Dios], both majestic and divine, shall I introduce myself and my companion here?"

She was shivering in her boots and clutched to Rafel's hand. He was a step behind her, obviously. The way Corazón looked, even a Titan ape would think twice about eating her. Scratch boots! They were both barefooted. They had barely escaped the explosion at Grone's base with the clothes on their backs. The wolf-bats leered at whatever nudity their crimson iris could spot—on both the Ginger lad and the silver-haired girl.

The Ostrich turned her feathered head this way and that, studying Rafel and Cora.

"At least they've got courtesy, Kong." she told the great ape on the throne of skulls. "It's not every time our food can speak beyond their fear." Rafel closed his ears to the part at being called 'food'. The Ostrich ruffled her white wings and spoke again. "Listen well, mortals. Your survival of this night might just depend on it. You stand in the Hall of Ür. Before the throne of Dagda Mør. Before a gathering of the gods of green and wild.

I am Letawyne, Bashar of the Kong. We will grant you audience. Speak only the truth... And you just might live."

It was bad enough that Letawyne, the speaker for the [Anima Dios] had reduced their lifespan to the substance of a few sentences. But Cora nodded; she'd take anything they got. At least long enough for the man she loved to hatch the perfect escape plan out of here. With a sweetly perfected bow, she pushed her palm back on her platinum buzz cut and began her telling to the creature gods.

She explained the weird hole and their fall through earth from the [Surface World]: this being what the residents of Middle Earth called the realm above.

Cora told the truth. But cut corners around it.

When Letawyne asked: "How did this weird hole come to be?" Cora feigned indifference and replied, "an accident. Yes, an accident."

Letawyne looked to her Kong. It wasn't a lie—so the horde of wasps in one corner staring into her heart could see it still beat steadily. Letawyne told the hall in a sound voice: "this mortal speaks truth. If this hole she speaks of drops right into our realm from the Surface, we have to seal it off."

"—Or we might leave it be." Dagda Mør grinned darkly.

The Gorilla King fully meant using the hole to entrap humans and eat them. He fingered the skulls lining his throne with his [Mecha] arm. Metal and grease whistled like a steam engine in the hall.

"Not yet, my Kong." Letawyne puffed back.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A wild goat with horns taller than Corazón—of course imagine the height of it—clopped to the edge of the throne and whispered something in the Bashar's long, feathered ears. He clopped right back. Gold glinted on his hoofs. A goat with shoes. Who ever spun the tale that animals didn't have class? Or at least their gods?

Although [Anima Dios] weren't gods of animals. They were just gods... that looked like animals.

Or was it the other way around?

Either way, they had become Pariahs because of it. Before the exile of the Old gods, [Anima Dios] were a great percentage of the pantheon population. But now, they were just giant frights stuffed away in the Earth's core. Neither Cora nor Rafel had to wonder long for what the studded goat had told Letawyne. The Bashar looked again to them, and a bit of reverence entered her rust-colored eyes.

"Aigon here just handed me a bit of refreshing gossip," she addressed the goat by name, "it seems you...and your companion are already friends of us. Aigon says you are bonded to a certain member of our sect: SAKUHARU!"

"This is true?" Dagda Mør bellowed. Even when being nice, the Kong's voice could not not be cruel.

Rafel finally stepped out from Cora's back—and she let him. "Yes, Kong." He prostrated. "I am bonded to the Sandwhale [Kaiju]. Our minds are linked, with I as his [Beast tamer]. At this very moment we speak, I have placed him as guardian of a stronghold on the Surface. A small city called Caer Mullhen and—"

"You need not garnish your words." Dagda Mør clutched to the skull armrests and rose colossally from his throne. "Your truth speaks for you. What shall we call you, friend?"

Unlike at the Jun Prefecture, Rafel decided to use his real name. Clearly, the [Anima Dios] held truth in high regard.

"Israfel... and Corazón." he offered with a new bow.

"Well, Israfel and Corazón," Letawyne smiled as the Kong sat back down, "we are glad to be in your company. We shall hope your stay with us in Middle Earth, however brief or impromptu, is well enjoyed. The Priestess will show you to a room where your needs can be met." The Bashar stared down meaningfully at their shamble clothes.

Wait, Rafel thought. What Priestess?

Boom!

Two athletic feet thudded on the bridge behind them. Through the corner of his eyes, Rafel saw someone of great height land at their backs.

Even then, he could make out the Amazonian build and generous curves.

He spun around. And his jaw dropped. Cora turned too. "Oh my!" Her lips fell into an O.

It was a creature that had dropped behind them. A hot creature. Nevertheless, feminine. Very, very feminine. In fact, she had more woman in her than most mortal females. She was now rising from the superhero pose in which she had landed on the bridge. Her raised her head slowly; her eyes were so green it looked like the gates to an enchanted woods.

She rose to her full height. And much like everyone else in the great throne room, she towered well above them. Rafel and Cora had slack jaws. This woman creature was gorgeous. Like hot-as-fuck! Drop fucking dead beautiful. Stand-out-in-a-crowd attractive. She had a suck-your-cock 'n then-break-your-heart edge! But who gave a shit? Semantics, right? Rafel got an Immediate boner alert!

But that was not the best of it. Nope. The best of it was that she was also animal.

To Rafel's demonic, lusty mind, yes! This was the best of it.

The giant woman creature in front of them was a cheetah.

The Cheetah.

Her legs were strong and Olympian. But it didn't distract from her matronly thighs and the robust outpour of those hips. Rafel never thought he'd see nipples as big as watermelons. But he did. She had on a skimpy Enchantress dress: wine red with high slits. One of her boobs was bigger than his head. Rafel was already imagining her fat her large nipple would be in his mouth. Wondering how it be to suck on such stupendous fleshy titties.

"Fuck. She's big!" Cora sighed.

"Yep. She's perfect!" Rafel joined her. He had never felt more like an [ecchi] pervert in that moment.

Just thinking of the breadth of her cunt made his dick squeeze a shot of precum into his druid cloak.

He looked on the feline Giantess and felt hard-pressed to sink his face into her pussy. And ass.

Her hair was a wave of fire and sunlight. Beyond the redness, it actually had scorching fire leaping out from the ends of it as it flowed behind her like a river. Apart from being a hot bitch, she was after all a goddess. She had magic in her. And as a Cheetah, wild forest magic. Rafel knew for certain this woman didn't lack for worshippers like the other [Anima Dios].

She flipped back her hair...and Rafel nearly melted as he watched the fiery irradiant waves bounce in slow motion.

She smiled and kneeled to put down her hand on the bridge. She opened it, her palm facing up.

She was clearly asking them to hop on.

"I am Cheetah: Ajah of [Wildwood]. Priestess of Ür. Shall we get to your room then?"