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Shadow of the Abyss

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantasy
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450 Chs

Jin and Iliana

It was the irregular moans that had awoken Altair from his sudden lapse of awareness in the midst of the pheromones driving him closer to madness. Tasha's insides were devouring him, writhing without mercy, stimulating him twice as hard as before. Despite the lack of motion and the fact he had just climaxed, it did little to stop him from nearly reaching his second completion. 

Drool slipped from his mouth, hitting Tasha's naked back, and instantly turned to a vaper by her core temperature. She wondered if this was what her ancestors all felt or if this was something new. She herself didn't know, though she desperately wanted to know; lifting her buried head, she glanced back with murky eyes. She could feel her insides were a mess, and yet Altair still stood strong, harder than before, despite all that had happened.