Shadow of the Abyss

Aimlessly twirling within her chair, having finished her rounds early, Amilia Thorne sighed and kicked her feet back and forth. "I need a drink." She muttered when the doors to her ward opened up.

She froze, eyes widening as a young woman with a disfigured face, marred by bone-deep laceration over her cheekbones, staggered in. Blood streamed down her legs, which did little to mask the matted blood on the woman's rear.

"Hells!" Amilia cried, rushing to her aid. "O-O-Olivia?" She barely recognized but could sense her familiar aura. "Dear Lord, who did this!"

"H-Help… m...e," The young woman, barely clothed in rags that appeared torn, muttered, losing consciousness.

"Aidios." Commander Sanders muttered, clutching his eyes shut. He'd never gotten used to such a sight despite having seen it so many times when Earth began colonizing other planets. It was a sickening sight that had been normalized in the military through the years.

Conquered Worlds had only one choice: submit or die.

Anything less would mean the extermination of potentially hundreds of thousands of years of history. Legacies of bloodlines, techniques, and more would vanish in the blink of an eye. And so many accepted becoming playthings, praying one day their progenies would find revenge.

"Will she…"

"She'll make it." Amilia coldly said, lifting her onto an empty bed slowly injecting her with a booster.

"I meant… will she—"

"Break?" Amilia smirked with a derisive tone. "Noble Women and female soldiers are conditioned at birth in matters such as these. She'll walk it off in a few days."

"That's…"

"It's life," Amilia said without emotion, glancing at him and then back to Olivia. "If Earth should ever be conquered and we are cast into slavery and turned into whores to be abused every day of our lives. It is our duty to carry on the legacy of Earth… just like those we conquer."

A/N: This is disturbing.

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"You mad?"

"..."

"Want a massage?"

"..."

"How about a drink?"

"..."

"What about a hug?"

Noticing a subtle motion of his lips, Ren wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head into his abdomen as she giggled, rubbing her cheeks against his stomach as if he were a fluffy bear.

Altair felt a bit better watching Ren's silly antics, which somehow calmed his turbulent emotions he found he had zero control over. It was frustrating at times being in control one minute and mad the next. Logically, he had wanted to stop, to play the field, but… the moment Laros spoke of his loved ones… Altair felt his mind showered with a bloodlust he never knew he had.

It had taken every bit of restraint not to kill Laros where he stood.

"Say…" Altair remarked, cupping her alluring hips. He hoisted her up, smiling at the rosy hue tracing her cheeks and ears. "What would you say if we watched a movie?" He asked, feeling her tantalizing breath against his.

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"What type…" Ren whispered, enjoying Altair's warmth seeping through her clothes, pinning her down.

"I only like comedy." He told her.

"Then… Romance-Comedy." She countered.

"And where did you hear about such a genre?" He mused, stretching his neck, finding his room increasingly more suffocating.

Ren grinned and hoisted herself up, finding herself mounting the young lord as she began undoing her uniform. She didn't say anything as Altair feasted his eyes on her, undoing each button until the blouse beneath filled Altair's eyes.

Finally, after stripping off the outer layer of clothing, Ren replied. " I heard a few girls talking about it in passing. Aurora also said it's her favorite."

"Aurora?" His fingers tightened around her waist. "You two met again?"

Resisting the best she could from making lewd noises, Ren nodded, enjoying her Prince's annoyed expression. She liked it when he looked at her like that.

"So she gets to see you all week, and I don't?" Altair said, puffing his cheeks, turning away like a small child who'd been wronged.

"Art…" Ren giggled, slowly unbuttoning her Prince's coat and tunic hidden beneath until he was in his trousers and a simple white t-shirt. She leaned down inches from his lips. " Better? You were looking kinda sweaty."

Unsure how to respond to the succubus teasing him, he didn't answer.

Ren stood up, grinning before tossing off her pants, revealing a black lace thong. "Computer… God-sama, can you lower the temp?" She called out, unsure how to work the AC, but at her command, cool air began to flow. She hopped back into bed with Altair. "See? Now Art won't be sweaty."

Flabbergasted, unsure how to respond yet again. Ren didn't wait for Altair to catch up as the young girl suddenly pulled the sheet. And in a matter of moments, Ren found herself sitting on top of Altair, whose back pressed against the bed rest, with the sheets wrapped around the both of them.

"Now play!"

Still lost for words, Altair gulped, enjoying Ren's bare flesh against his lap, tugging at his level of restraint.

"Play a random Rom-Com," Altair commanded as the virtual screen appeared

"Playing Re: American Pie 1 (3999)," The AI said as the lights within the room began to dim, and the movie began to play.

"Ahh~ Ride me, Daddy ~" an explicit moan echoed from the screen not even thirty seconds into the movie. "Yeah, right there. Ah~"

Altair's eyes went wide as his jaw dropped, and almost immediately, he glanced down at Ren, but her eyes were glued to the screen when a sudden wetness seemed to seep through the lining of his trousers.

He gulped, arms tightening around Ren's supple waist, causing her to tense and the wetness to intensify.

"Ren?" He called her name, his Warhammer fervently striking through the linen of his clothing between her legs.

"Hmmm?" She muttered, cupping the source of her wetness.

"You like the movie?" He strained with all he had, feeling Ren's mischievous hands slip around his manhood.

"Hmmm~," she hummed in a low hush moan, feeling his fingers inch between her legs.

"Then… What about my Hugs, Kisses, and—"

"Nibbles?" She finished through sharp gasps for air. Stiffening her lewd moans as Altair's gentle finger brushed against the walls of her vagina hidden beneath her thong.

"Ren~" Altair whispered, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck below her collar. Unsure why he never made the first move or why he was so indecisive despite the teasing.

'Was I scared?' he wondered, sliding his callous palm up her blouse until he held her warm tit in his bare hand.

"Nvh~" Gushing from his touch, Ren allowed every bit of it to ravage her mind, leaving herself bare and exposed for him to see, touch, and taste as he pleased. Tonight, she was his. "More~" She whispered beneath the aimless noise of the movie.

Altair applied a bit more pressure down below, above her thong wet with a warm fluid. Ren quivered, heating up as fire caught itself in her loins, building like waves against the shores. Without any chance of sweet release, Ren leaned her head back, staring at her Prince with pleading eyes. Hopeful he'd allow her release.

"Mhh~ ahh~"

Saliva spilled from her mouth as her moans became louder. In such an erotic display, Altair groaned, feeling so restrained by his clothing. And yet he didn't stop toying with Ren. Finding her current expression all the more enjoyable. From her pants for air to her sweet moans of pleasure and her misty red eyes. Altair took it all in before her lips found him, and soon, so did her tongue.

Minutes later, as their tongues entwined around the other, Ren pulled away, on the brink of unconsciousness, shrieking with a sudden jerking motion as a stream of nectar barreled through her thong, staining the bedding.

She melted in his arms, powerless to hold herself up.

"Ren… Came." The little Nephilim moaned, with barely the strength to move and the sting of pleasure hot on her slit-like fire.

Mhhhh~

Teasing her little cunt a bit more, Altair slid her thong to the side, allowing his bare finger to dance. Ren's eyes practically rolled behind her head as her lewd moans echoed through his quarters. Altair's tantalizing touch became all the more rough and vigorous.

Hngh~ Aaah~ More~More," Ren pleaded, grinding her hips over his cock, as he played her strings, teased her breast, and kissed her lips until her mind blanked for a good minute following her second climax. Altair never stopped growing more passionate with each mounting second, finding himself unable to get enough of what seemed like a drug.

Ren was burning up, so wet with sweat that her pink nipples shone through her white blouse.

"Aaaaaaaaahh~ A~r~t!!!"

Rolling his thumb over her supple nipple, stimulating every fiber of her being, Ren mewled, unable to find rest against the devil in her bed.

Before long, Altair pressed her on her back his cock, tearing through his trousers, reeling with vigor as he glared with fever at the garden that had been thoroughly watered.

"Hug, Kisses, and Nibbles," the Prince repeated, spreading her legs like a bird would its wings and slithered in, unbothered by Ren's deepening blush. Never before had she been so embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Nevertheless, she watched on as her Prince took a deep breath of spring; he smiled and looked up at her arousing expression, dazed at what he was aiming for.

"Are you going to eat, Ren?" She randomly spouted out with fear in her breath, betrayed by the unending nectar flowing onto her bed.

Altair grinned devilishly and brushed his lips against her thigh, teasing the Nephilim with light kisses as she shuddered. He made his way deeper in, tasting the sweet nectar birth by Seraphim and Ancient. Altair looked up into her moist eyes and watched her anticipatory stare before kissing her clit. Savoring his meal blessed by the gods and demons alike. Altair began.

His tongue tasted the outside of her vagina, cleaning up after the naughty minx before he had his fill of her insides while his nose stimulated the clitoris as it had said in Amilia's notes.

"You taste so sweet. Like peaches and honey." Altair muttered before Ren ran her finger through his hair, bursting into an erotic symphony of moans. She pushed his head deeper in, screeching as her back arched up.

Two

Three

Four

Ren had lost track of how many times Altair made her orgasm. But he never stopped. Even now, as she entered her seventh climax, Altair ate his fill, suckling her tiny cunt until it became plump and swelled, reeling for his cock.

Only then did he look up.

"Hugs, Kisses, and Nibbles," He said again, pulling away once more to her thigh, to the artery throbbing with blood. "I've got my Hugs and kisses—" he alluded to.

"Bite me~" She moaned, so sensitive. Ren felt herself growing crazy. She wanted to scream at the unending pleasure.

He grinned, and Ren felt two warm shards of ice sink into her femoral artery, one of the body's more sensitive areas. Drool pooled from Ren's mouth as she found herself under the thumb of another orgasm, withering her mind to lust. She stared at Altair, to her loving Prince, unable to pull her eyes away, enthralled by the bite that seemed to burn and tingle at the same time.

"Art…" Ren whimpered. "You'll drink me dry before I milk you."

Altair peeped his eyes open, the euphoric sensation trailing down the back of his throat like the finest wine, testing the limits of his patience.

Ren touched his cheek, lifting his head from between her legs. "You made Ren feel good. So let Ren do the same. It hurts, right?" She said, pushing him on his back, getting a clear few of the weapons she was sure could be used to forge steel.

She gulped, intimidated by his monster, thick with veins, throbbing with intense heat. Ren shuddered, giving it a sniff. She looked at Altair's uncomfortable expression that bordered a painful one. And without hesitation, Ren reached for Altair's hammer, needing both hands to cover his wide girth.

Her beady eyes turned wide at the warm furnace in her hands, blazing familiar heat that comforted her many nights. Poking at her back and cunt during the nights they cuddled.

Ren stared, catching sight of Altair's reaction to her touch. He was shaking, covered in sheens of sweat, staring at her with need. She gasped and slowly began to sway her hands back and forth.

"Hmmm~"

*Badump *Badump

Feeling her heart quicken, an excitable sensation rippled through the Young Nephilms heart, watching her Prince moan before her eyes. It made her own loins throb when she suddenly noticed a strange milky substance began to leak from her Prince's tip. She recalled the action on the various videos she watched and gently gave an innocent lick.

"AH~" Altair moaned.

With two large beady eyes glistering at the peculiar taste of both salty and sweet, Ren's tongue began to whirl, round and round, as if she'd found a lollipop to match her taste. Ren widened her mouth over his cock, gobbling it up with a nom.

Altair felt himself Isekai into a foreign realm as Reina's warm tongue sent a nervous tick racing through his right leg. Pleasure, unlike anything he could have imagined, seemed to permeate his body and soul when a powerful suction bore down on his cock.

*Slurp *slurp

"Aaaah~"

*Slurp *slurp

Slobbering over his cock Ren began self-correcting her technique based on Altair's physical reaction. Swaying her tongue back and forth in a fiery storm of passion as, she applied a tantalizing pressure with her throat.

*Pop

" Is it good? '' She teased, kissing his tip wet with her saliva. So soaked down there, Ren felt her mind spin.

" the best. Don't stop," pleaded the Prince through short gasps of air. She smiled and fell back down

*Slurp *slurp *pop

Unraveled by Ren and her increasing level of skill, Altair watched as her head began to oscillate over his cock, moving faster and faster before...

He unloaded, grunting as he held her head. Ren's cheeks expanded like two plump balls as she tried taking it all in, failing as his thick, white-hot sperm filled the back of her throat in seconds and then her mouth. Her eyes rolled as Altair dominated her throat. She gulped, taking in as much as she could as Altair forcefully pushed her head down, expanding her throat.

Ren felt his hot magic hitting her stomach.

She came.

"Damn…" muttered the Prince, with a sudden sense of clarity as he lay there. Staring with utter fascination at what Ren did for him. He watched her pull his cock from her mouth, diligently cleaning it with her warm succulent tongue.

She smiled at him and slithered up into his embrace, mounting him as she had done so many times before.

"fuck me."

The words were like a command Altair couldn't refuse, a spell he never wished to resist, as she gripped his hammer, positioning it right at her wet entrance burning with need.

And without hesitation, Ren pushed down and Altair up.

Booooom!