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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!!!!!"

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Raven

"it's still flowing," she muttered, watching Altair's thick, heavy seed stream out from between her legs. It seemed nearly unending, pooling at her feet. 

When she looked up towards the mirror of her bathroom, her lewd smile reflected across her eyes. She was stunned, touching the mirror then her lips. 

She was smiling. 

Her breasts were tender and raw from his touch, carrying his firm imprint where he'd groped, touched, and kissed. Similarly, bruises ran across her body. 

Syris nearly didn't even recognize herself. She had never smiled the way she was now. And her loins had never ached as much as it was now. It was a good ache, one that made her smile all the more sublime.