Shadow of the Abyss

The Duchess' aura began to falter when she realized all that had occurred. She quivered, glancing at the Medarc as she asked, unable to help her voice from cracking, "Will he be alright?"

"It's a poison. Mana Poisoning, to be exact," the Medarc calmly revealed, his fingers deftly striking several Acupuncture points around Noctis's young body. "It's evil in origin. Something I've seen only among those outside the Veil. Fortunately, Noctis was not exposed for that long. He'll be fine with a few days of sleep and a few prescribed pills."

Before Corsant could allow herself a sigh of relief, she asked, "Could it have been those Five?"

"That is the most logical—-"

"It wasn't us!" Alvar shouted. "We'd never we—"

Altair smiled when he heard the door slam open. There, they saw an elderly man struggling to stand, leaning forward on his cane. Wrinkled as he was ancient with a head full of grey.

'What is all this?! Sheath your bloody aura, Cor, less you kill everyone in this manner." The elderly man snapped, sauntering in as Corsant reluctantly obeyed his command. His eye snapped to Altair, then Noctis, back to Altair. "Did you do this, Nox?"

Altair couldn't say who this was, but the warning of his Omniscience that a truth field had coalesced around the room told him everything he needed to know. He answered, "It was not my doing."

The elderly man nodded, then glanced at Alvar and his brothers. "What about you five?"

"No!"

"Never!"

"Hell No!"

"We'd never hurt a child!"

"As Alvaris as my witness!"

A slight frown etched over the elderly man's face as he stared at the youngest. He was a fifth circle, with dusty brown hair, irregular-shaped eyes, and a nose that was quite too long for his face.

"You're lying," he said in a cold voice, startling everyone present, Tasha included, as she snapped an eye towards the youngest one. Nobbo was his name.

'Had Altair done something I missed?' she wondered.

"If it would help," Altair started. "When we arrived, little Noct was with them alone. I'm sure you can verify that on your own. Tasha, shall we? I'm quite hungry."

The elder frowning's lips dipped ever downwards. "Boy, do you not recognize me?"

"Can't say I do. If any of you had bothered to ask, you'd have learned that I've only twenty years of memory," Altair conveyed before sauntering off, pausing halfway out the door at Alkem. "Bring me something to eat later. It's the least any of you can do."

As Altair took his leave, the Elders's expression turned to one of utter rage as he snapped his eyes toward Corsant. "What the bloody hell is happening here?!"

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Returning to his Annex, Tasha closed the door and said, "I think you were a bit too aggressive."

"You think?" Altair mused, tossing off his jacket onto the floorboard. He smiled, sliding onto his bed, and stared at Tasha.

"Yes. If you are trying to win over House Nier, then—"

"Win over? I think you're misunderstanding something, Tasha. I don't win. I dominate," He said with the smile of a palatine Lordling. It appeared so noble that Tasha felt her heart flutter. "There will not be any other alternative for them: they will either submit, or they will burn in a hail of hellfire."

"You're different…"

"I can see the truth now," Altair admitted, sitting up. His gaze, now distant, seemed to peer through the nexus of time. "And it's how I know you're dripping wet."

Tasha lowered her eyes to a wet spot above her crotch and touched her lips in surprise, startled to find a lewd smile.

Altair chuckled and said in a commanding tone, "Strip."

'What has happened to him?' She wondered, finding herself bound by some unnamed authority. Her smile nervously deepened as her fingers slid the snow-white robes down her slender flesh down to her ankles.

Tasha had been as tall as any Amazonian, though she stood a few heads shorter than Altair. Her eyes, while red, burned with hellfire that seemed to grow ever brighter amidst her passion. At the same time, her obsidian black hair flowed ever downwards to the tip of her naked bottom. Tasha's beauty had been one that could befall nations, corrupt Ancient Gods, and taint even Saints of Old.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'And she's all mine,' Altair thought, appraising the demoness, who, despite her confidence, was trembling as nectar slithered down her thighs. His smile thinned at the thought of Gremory, then faded soon after as he pointed to the ground.

Without words, Tasha fell on all fours, crawling towards her Master, the anticipation in her eyes practically palpable.

Amused, Altair stuck out his tongue, allowing saliva to pillar down; he watched in amazement as Tasha caught it like it was the sweetest treat he'd ever given her. He was only slightly curious about what she could do, but Tasha had gone so far as to swirl it around her mouth like wine and swallow.

"What a good girl," he said, patting her head. Tasha's blush blossomed like a flower. Appraising her hourglass figure, with proportions that seemed to defy his imagination, he added, "But what else can you do?"

"Whatever you like, master," said Tasha. "I can be your lover, your playing, even your victim if you'd like."

"Hmmm," The Young Emperor hummed in amusement and said, "Play with yourself."

Tasha's devious smile returned as she slowly fell onto her back, spreading her legs perfectly horizontally for her Master to see her precious area, and placed a single palm between her legs, sliding them up and down her narrow slit, practically dripping with her juices.

Altair wondered what she tasted like but didn't act immediately; instead, he patiently watched as her finger began to elegantly dance across her little cunt. Lilting moans quickly began to fill the room as her devilish eyes began to burn even hotter. Before long, her dancing fingers became like stakes plunging into the earth, finding themselves inside of her.

Her sweet moans became even sweeter as her aroma, which would otherwise enthrall even the strongest of men, began to permeate the room.

"Master~" Tasha mewled, spreading her pussy wide with her fingers. Her almond-shaped eyes were wet with moisture as she moaned his name.

If Altair was aroused, he gave no sign of it, crossing his legs admiring the work of art. "How many times a day do you play with yourself?" he asked.

"Ten!" she cried amidst a climax that sent a geyser of her honey two meters into the air. She gasped, writhing deliciously like prey on the floor. "Twenty if I get to see you."

A stunned smile crept up on Altair's lips. "You horny, little bitch!" he exclaimed. "But I'm sure you can do better than that. Show me something impressive."

Like a cat cleaning itself, Tasha pulled herself up, raising a single leg as her tongue began to explore her nether region. Her stare never broke with her Master, gauging his response with an intensity that awoke a passion in the young lord.

She purred, slurping on her garden with a fever. Altair felt his breath catch. Truthfully, his mind was already in turmoil, deterred by the pheromones the Lilm was releasing. He wasn't a ninth circle like her, and neither was he at the extreme peak of the Ninth Circle.

The only thing he could rely on was his pride, tempered by the Ninth Form. But it was that very pride that was beginning to crack as more of her pheromones began to invade through his pores.

"Take off my pants," Altair finally said.

Tasha practically lept like a cat at the opportunity, unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly with her teeth.

Despite knowing Tasha had never been touched by anyone, Altair couldn't believe her skill. If not for his Omniscience informing him that Tasha's Ancestors had granted all their sexual experience through her blood, Altair wouldn't have believed it. She was simply too good.

"Master~must~be~part~minotaur!" Tasha exclaimed beneath the shadow of his cock looming over her head. "You're so big!" she kissed his tip, tasting the pre-cum that glazed her lips. "And delicious."

Altair gulped, unsure how much more the Soul of the Indomitable could take. He'd already turned off notifications but could feel his spiritual defenses being tempered by a storm.

Just then, a knock echoed at the door.

"Sorry for intruding, Young Master, but I'm here to deliver your dinner." Came the voice of Alkrem.

"Enter," Altair commanded, smiling evilly as Tasha shuddered as a heart-shaped pattern of mana filled her eyes. Never in her life's dreams would she ever allow a lesser being to gaze on her body, but today, underneath the eyes of her Master, the door to his room opened as a mere servant rowed in a cart.

Her heart thundered against her chest while her cunt grew increasingly wet, forming a small puddle between her legs. A bolt of elation came from her brain, lancing down her spine and spreading out like roots all across her body as she shook.

"Young Master I—" Alkem stopped himself as a fog of euphoria penetrated his body and Soul on a fundamental level. His manhood fastened itself against his britches as he stared at Tasha beneath his young Master's cock.

"Please, humiliate me more, master," said Tasha pleadingly, pressing her cheek against her Master's manhood.

Instead of a response to Tasha, Altair glared at Aklem and said," Leave the Cart and fuck off. I'm busy."

Aklem stood there for a moment, the command only registering when he saw Altair grab Tasha by the ass, squeezing her so tightly, his hands were nearly consumed by her cheek. When he had finally left, closing the door in a hurry, a strange wave of heat began to course through his body as he hurried over to the Servants Quarter.

Altair smiled, biting back the elation course through his lower half. There was so much blood flow it ached, trembling beside Tasha's head.

"Eat Up."