Shadow of the Abyss

A/N: Long Chapter

Altair was in a rather foul mood for the remainder of the day, and it quite showed for every pathetic man that Ashara had presented to him; he had practically bitten the heads off of them. That was especially so for the Ten Young Masters, so willing to share one woman. By the time he was done, every one of them was on their knees begging for forgiveness. Some even had the gall to cry in front of him as if that would do something.

By evening, Altair was sick of thinking about the similarities between him and the Vale King as if they were any. Raven had left him to his devices, smiling when they passed one another in the hall. He certainly had to teach the girl a good lesson.

He returned to his private quarters just in time to see the great golden ball of sunlight creaking down into the horizon, peeking through the terrace to shroud his room in shadows.

Altair sighed, throwing his coat and tunic across the settee. He was being a fool. One insinuous comment that hurt his pride, and he wasted an entire day. No—not wasted—he did do something productive, but he could have done more. Should have done more. He shouldn't be in his room but in the training hall, sparring or practicing his spells. Certainly not watching the sunset.

"Damn it. I feel like a bloody child. I ought to give Raven a good spanking. Damn that girl."

The mental image alone was enough to put a smile on his face and then some. Glaring at his crotch, seeking to tear through his britches, he sighed. The thing certainly had a mind of his own. He had heard of men with full control over such an appendage and envied them. Every time it rose, he was a kid again, hurrying to hide so that no one saw him.

He laughed, recalling those days with Riena when a knock echoed at his door and opened before he could ask who it was—not that he didn't already know—but it was the social etiquette of things that mattered.

Still, he was surprised when he saw Alyssa and Ashara step into his room without a shred of clothing. Had they walked the halls like that? It didn't matter. At least, he thought it didn't.

Dark-skinned and sinuous in all the right places, Alyssa was a sight to behold. Full breast, tall with the confidence of a warrior, stood bare, arms on her hip as she stared. Beside her, Ashara appeared like her moon. Pale-skinned, with a luscious rose-colored blush gliding across her cheek.

It took an effort to stiffen the gulp on the precipice of his throat. 'Altair, you lucky bastard.'

He could not tell who had closed the door, but each held him on one side, pulling him towards the bed. Only then did he notice the unease jolting about the Amazonian.

"Do you not want to?" He asked, recalling the day he had told Alyssa to join him one night. She was quite willing at the time, but she never came to him. Not once. At the time, he only thought she had changed her mind and had left it alone.

"No," Alyssa said hastily, her confidence slightly fading. "I… I'm just nervous. That's why I asked Tasha to join us."

That mischievous glow in Ashara's eyes told him that was not necessarily true. It was most certainly a scheme on the woman's part. A sort of ploy amongst the other woman, though what he could not say. Not that he had time to think.

The moment Ashara's lithe finger caressed his swollen britches, thoughts of scheme shattered. He quivered, feeling a soft gale of foreign energy suffusing his body. Instantly, he felt cumbersome. In second, probably less, the wardings he had placed over his clothing to keep them from tearing shattered beneath, freeing the caged beast to tear through fabric like paper.

"There he is," Ashara said softly.

Her touch was like cool water against a river of fire. The shudder that passed through was one of pain and pleasure, a torrent so maddening he thought he was about to go mad. He certainly wanted to. Whatever Ashara had done was consuming him.

He could hear the Vale King screaming at him. Demanding that they switch, but he ignored it. A great tangle of elation held him as he pushed both women onto the bed.

Alyssa squeaked, and Ashara laughed, suddenly running from off the bed and towards the door. Altair caught her before he squeezed both tits from behind. She shuddered as he nestled his cock between her legs. The thing seemed so hard that the woman could dangle from it, and it still would not fall.

Curious, he tried lifting the Lilm from behind, settling her down over his cock like a wooden horse to see if it would stand. It did.

Ashara's cunt quivered, opening and closing as if to gobble him up from the center of where she stood. One did not try eating a banana at its center first, but Ashara had no qualms about doing so. Whether it was involuntarily or not, it felt so euphoric he squeezed at her breast, listening to her moans reverberating through the chamber.

"Where were you trying to run?" He asked, whirling to face Alyssa, quivering on the bed.

Ashara said nothing, but both hands were so smooth that they made Jade feel like a stone held his lower head. Flashes of white-hot pleasure caught him as he gave a rough growl beside her ear. The cumbersome sensation grew ever more fierce.

"Your grace," Ashara said, that melodious voice tugging at the strings she held. "You've not forgotten about Alyssa, have you?"

He nearly had. Alyssa was staring, gawking at him like a hen—for all he had seen through her Amazonian eyes—for there to be so much shyness made him want to laugh. How many times had she seen her fellow Amazonian cart off men to have their way with the hopes of getting pregnant? It was a standard custom to them, so it confused him as to why Alyssa was so different. She was never a shy woman.

The hands of the incubus shone a mist of gold around his palm. Whatever words Ashara still had left to say faded amidst the tantalizing cry from her lips. Viscous liquid slid from between her legs, coating his throbbing beast. How it so ached.

Altair felt his blood aflame, his heart seeking to thump from out of his chest. He knew everything about Ashara's physiology more so than she did, yet he could do nothing against her control over the sin of lust. He might have been afraid if he hadn't made an effort not to remain in control.

They were sparring against the other, his Hands of the Incubus versus her, Erokenisis, the next evolution of his skill. It was a losing battle, but it was his pride that kept him sane. He wasn't sure how the Sin of Pide protected him. Perhaps it was the effect on his soul. The Origin System showed no such changes to his stats, but he could feel a fundamental change within him, a sort of refinement to the core of his being.

Enough! Walking towards the bed, he threw the woman onto it before looking at Alyssa. She shuddered, sitting on her knees, though she still managed to lean back, spreading her legs wide like a butterfly.

Ashara grinned, hurrying over to level herself over the Forsaken Amazon. "What a gorgeous little cunt.' She gave it a slap and a pleasurable cry sang. Her finger rand along her slit, opening the walls to her entrance. It was so pink it almost seemed like a dream.

Altair gave it a feel, moist and hot, his fingers flicked across her clit, and another song rose across from out of Alyssa's sweet lips. Followed by another and another until it became a cry. A delicate 'Ahh~' that nearly curdled his bones.

After a while, Ashara slid off the dark-skinned woman, giving Altair a clear picture of a fragile golden-eyed lass, breathless with a tendril of drool across her mouth.

His cock slapped against her entrance like a drum as Alyssa jolted, her back arching like a pulled bow. Beads of sweat spilled from off her naked flesh as her tongue lulled out. Beautiful. Rippled bolts of pleasure rose in highs and lows across her naughty face. He struck again and again until Alyssa squealed.

"Please!"

***

It was all too much. The sensations had all but curled her bones to butter. Heat so intense liquefied her core to such elated pleasure, flares of such white-hot pleasure had her shrieking words she could never take back.

"Please! Put it in!" Gods, how she wanted to bury her head into a pillow.

Altair continued as if he had not heard spanking her most sensitive area until three overlapping climaxes turned her mind to pudding. She might as well have mooed for him; he was spanking her pussy so hard, so deliberately, it seemed he wanted to brand her. She certainly wouldn't have minded, not if it wasn't so embarrassing.

"Master~" The cry took what little dignity she had left. Something, a stream of sorts, came like a jet, clear and bright, shot right out from between her legs, hitting him right in the face.

'Oh Gods!'

He blinked, and all Alyssa could do was cover her face. She had dreamed of this day; her sisters had all taught her what she needed to know, and even Tasha had instilled in her things that would make a priest blush. But hearing and doing was far different. She was fumbling it all.

"Sweet and spicy," Altair said. Ashara nodded, licking his cheek.

"She's very healthy."

She quivered at the sound of something hard-hitting water. Hitting her right where she wanted it.

"Please!" Alyssa implored the best she could. Her arm reached to do it herself, but Tasha slapped her hand away.

"How dare she cum without permission!" she sounded as outraged as if you had spat on her.

Altair blinked. " what did you have in mind?"

Tasha grinned, taking hold of him. Her palm could bearly hold him as she guided him up and down Alyssa's slit. Teasing her until tears coated her cheeks, then she pushed it ever down, nestling that raging beast of fire and rage right between her….

"No! That The wrong—"

"Out of everyone, Alyssa has the best ass amongst us girls, so why don't we break it in?"

****

Break it in, he did, not giving Alyssa a chance to say her peace, not that he could hear a sound. He was near the brink. Entering the dark-skinned Forsaken was no different than stepping into a forged, built-for fairies. The tightness of her walls was writhing manically against his beast, that it almost seemed devilish. The woman was milking him, and she had not even moved.

He groaned, throwing a palm over her breast, smaller than all the women he had had, though he did not mind. How could he? Big or small, they seemed perfect on her. And if she wanted them big, the woman could certainly do it herself. It was a simple matter of alternating one's genes.

Alyssa appeared as if she had been broken, making a sort of 'eeee' cry that made him even harder. How a woman could make such a noise and not expect a man to be aroused seemed a mystery to him.

It was not a painful look, quite the opposite. Alyssa looked as if she had gone to heaven. '

Was she seeing bells as well?'

It was a funny thought, though her tight fit was closing on him the further he pushed. Sweat glazed his brow as Alyssa devoured his full length.

A popping sound of Ashara slapping Alyssa's clit nearly drained him; the woman was simply too tight.

Poor Alyssa's tongue lulled out when she squirted at him again, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was certainly having a better time than he was.

Annoyed, his hips struck like a piston as a new sort of fun commenced. Amazonians were known for how durable their bodies were. He meant to test that limit.

Ghoulish moans of pleasure and lust flooded about the room as bodies grinded against the other, Altair hitting some seamless debt over Alyssa as Ashara ate her pussy as if it were lunch. Not once did she stop, oftentimes sitting on her face to hush her moans or fingering the woman as Altair held focused in on her backdoor, nearly blowing her back out as he came after filling her ass for the sixth time.

"Fuck!" He growled, throwing his back. It was an effort to take his cock out. Alyssa might have fainted, but she was just as tight. The moment he did, Ashara pounced to clean him up.

Up and down, her hot tongue sinuously curled about every vein and tendon, from his shaft to his gland, until he shot a load into the back of her throat. She gobbled it all up and did not stop until he was hard again.

The woman was terrifying. Terrifying and utterly alluring. But now it was her turn.

She smiled expectantly, whirling so that her ass faced him and her face pressed to the sheets. Two hands reached back, spreading her ass cheeks to give him the clearest view of both holes, seeking to be claimed.

"I am yours, your Grace."