Shadow of the Abyss

[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.

After a few moments of her milking, Syris lifted her eye to him, her tongue kissing his tip.

"My Emperor, how was it?" She asked, her devilish grin only widening as she opened her mouth just as his seed shot down her throat.

Syris beamed, her moist eyes never leaving Altair's. Before long, his moans slowly became drowned by her lewd slurps, following the motion of her head jolting back and forth.

Slurp!~Slurp!~Slurp!~Slurp!~

She was punishing him. Altair would be a fool not to see it, but it was powerless to stop it. The idea that a single skill could incapacitate him so easily made him frightful. He'd initially thought that his Almighty Resistance would ensure some semblance of resistance. He knew now of his hubris, which was now eating him up.

He came again. Beads of sweat rolled across his body, his vision a blur of mist, as his mind began to shut down. The ringing of the system was constant, alerting him of the Soul of Indominable proficiency increase, but Altair couldn't bring himself to pay attention to it.

"My Emperor, why are you sweating so much?" Syris whispered, her lewd lips arching as she crawled over his limped body, grinding over his beast with vigor. "If you won't fuck me. I'll fuck you. That's a saying, right?"

Altair wasn't sure.

"Goodness. Your drooling. Was it good?"

He nodded.

"Better than Reina?"

Altair nodded once more, widening Syris's smile as her naughty finger curled around his cock, positioning right at her entrance.

Syris pushed, enjoying the fall over what seemed like an endless cliff that overwhelmed her senses. Firing a fierce jolt that splintered into every crevice of her being, consuming her world in a vibrancy. An intricate tattoo branded her womb as the [Touch of the Incubus] began to be channeled.

"Gods! You're always so big~ It really isn't fair." Syris mewled, her words said through pants, as she looked down eagerly at her Monarch. He was drooling, lost beneath the stimulation that sought to conquer the mind. She liked that look. It was the same look she knew she had whenever he'd dominated her.

"What a cute look." Syris crooned, enjoying the fierce beating of his cock inside of her. It had never moved like that. "Do I feel—"

The world spun as Syris's head struck the floor with a shattering force. A slight daze took her by surprise before she found herself on all fours, Altair's predatory eyes marking her prey. Rather than fear, Syris instinctually lifted her ass to him, spreading her cheeks with a lovely smile.

"Break~me, Break~my~pussy!"

Channeling [Touch of the Incubus] for the first time over his manhood, a wolfish howl sprang from Syris's throat as she threw her head back in a transcendent array of sweat teaming from her pores.

Altair, who'd slightly regained control of his mana enough to activate his spell, only felt a wave of euphoria swallow him. Tearing away sanity until none was left. The way Syris's insides were writhing against his cock had been something that left him feral.

[Ding]

[Synergy Found Between the Brand of the Incubus and Dual Cutltivation]

***

As Raven walked out of the Palace of Styian, the first rays of the sun were just starting to peek over the horizon. She smiled to herself as she began her daily rounds, her feet kicking back and forth in a playful skip as she made her way through the below city. It was a familiar routine, one that she had been performing ever since she had taken on her official role.

As she walked, Raven breathed in the fresh morning air and felt a sense of calm wash over her. But suddenly, her senses were assailed by a powerful scent - a heady mix of ripe fruit and earthy sweetness. It was accompanied by a strange sensation of dampness that made her feel as if she were out at sea, the salty spray of the waves lapping at her face.

Raven looked around, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of where the scent might be coming from. For a moment, she found nothing until her gaze finally drifted upwards towards the sky.

She froze, her cheeks turning hot as a strange sensation tugged at her gut as she took the sight of Altair, holding up Syris by both legs so that she laid still on his chest. She was bare for all to see as his cock savaged her little cunt.

Raven had not been so naive that she didn't understand, yet she found herself bounded to the earth, watching the new Saintess anoint the land with her fluid. It had looked so painful, yet the untamed expression Syris held was anything but unbridled pleasure.

Altair seemed to have noticed Raven and waved before he continued his fucking.

***

Three Days Later.

As the first light of dawn broke through the horizon, the two lovers silently made their way towards the Palace of Stygians Springs. The cleansing waters beckoned to them, promising to wash away their past sins and grant them a fresh start. Without uttering a word, they slowly immersed themselves in the soothing waters, feeling its healing power wash over them.

They closed their eyes and allowed themselves to float aimlessly, lost in the tranquility of the moment and the serenity of the surroundings.

Altair asked, his voice now hoarse. "How are you?"

Syris tilted her head over the waters. For some reason, Altair found he could not read her thoughts.

"I'm not giving you to Reina," Syris suddenly confessed.

Brows lifting by the sudden outburst, he frowned. He said, "She is a Nephilim. Do you really want to fight her?" Altair sighed, looking up towards the tranquil skies. He listened to the sound of flowing water before he heard Syris speak.

"I don't care. I won't give you up."

Altair felt her stare but did not turn to face her. "A battle between the Saintess of the Vale and the Queen." he chuckled, closing his eyes to the peacefulness of this secular realm.

"Tomorrow, Gaia and Earth will merge. There will be hundreds of enemies flying into our airspace for the party Aurora is setting up. And then there are the enemy gods we'll have to face." He turned to Syris and said in a calm tone, "You might not like it. Reina might not like it either, but we all need each other. You seek to kill a demon of the Nine Hells, a powerful monster.

While Reina seeks the extermination of… well, it doesn't matter. None of that can be done alone."
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Altair turned his head once more towards the heavens. 'We are not all-powerful. So you have two options. You can cause trouble and do something irredeemable to your relationship with Reina, or you can use each other."

"It's not fair," Syris said, chewing her lip. 'You're the only one winning."

Altair grinned, gesturing towards her. He ignored the bruises across her breast and thigh as she swam towards him, taking her into his arms and cupping her bottom. syris began crying, trembling as she buried her head against his chest.

"You're so selfish… Bastard….Bastard…" Sniffling, she cursed him over and over until her face was clouded with tears. "Why can't I just be your only one? Why must I share you?'

Altair sighed, looking down at the Saintess, and said with a heart of stone.

"I am a Broken Prince"

Syris departed soon after in silence. Her shoulders were trembling as tears slid from down her cheeks. She made her way through the city, slowly coming to life as children of all ages took to the streets. Their faces were bright as they all began to huddle around one woman.

Nia.

Syris looked out at them, her dead eyes surveying the children as words echoed from her lips in a shush whisper.

"We need an Anthem… a religion."

For a while, she watched, masking her presence beneath a veil, observing Nia before she left, moving through the intricate streets of the city The Palace of Stygian had created.

Only those that bore the highest potential on earth were allowed entry. Nia saw to that, hand-picking those she deemed talented enough with her mythical eyes.

It had been Altair's order, but…

Had that been the right move?

Rounding the immaculate city, far larger than its population, Syris came around to see the children training away, led by Nia shouting her commands. There were thousands there, ages ranging from seven to ten.

'How wonderful would it be if these younglings could worship the Vale?' she thought, a smile lifting across her lips.