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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 · Fantasi
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Ran Away

Altair had awoken writhing as if a seismic wave had come to topple his house. His fingers dug into the bedding as his Sword Maid devoured his morning wood. He gripped her head, his mind spinning faster than he could perceive, planting his seed deep in her throat. He groaned, a trail of sweat gliding down his brow to soak his pillow. 

"Fuck!" 

Tasha's face was flushed as she cleaned his manhood, finally laying it to rest beneath his robe.

"Done!" she said, though the hungry look in her eyes suggested she wanted to be mounted and fucked. 

Altair wasn't sure whether he should be angry or impressed, but he found himself yearning for Syris's tender lips back home. If she were here, then perhaps he would feel at peace. It had been far too long since he had last laid his eyes upon her.