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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 · Fantaisie
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The Saintess of the Vale IV

[Touch of the Incubus]

The sound that came out from Altair's throat had been nothing short of Primal. Saliva slithered down his chin, hitting Syris's forehead below. And a daunting glow filled her pale blue eyes as he shuddered. The pangs jolted through his nerves, turning his shudders into tremors. 

Syris could hardly ever imagine Altair could make such a sound. It seemed so inconceivable. He was always poised. He was silly at times, but there had always been a layer of calm beneath his antics. 

But now… Syris' eyes glowed, his moans drowning her thoughts as elation jolted through her loins. Her enchanting tongue devilishly rolled across his tip in a wild, untamed fashion. Her gaze fixed on his flushed expression. 

When Altair collapsed on his bottom, his Mana scattered out of control, to his astonishment. This left him in a vulnerable state, and Syris fell with him, refusing to give him reprieve.