Shadow of the Abyss

In the fleeting moment of submission, Syris felt weak. She felt warm, pressed tightly against his chest.

She was breathless by the time the Prince broke their kiss, his lips wet with her saliva. While hers was swollen and plump and ripe for the taking.

"Now, wasn't that better?"

Slightly panting, Syris pressed her lips against his. He tasted like wine as her tongue mimicked his technique, sucking him in. She shuddered when his palm cupped her bottom, clutching it firmly like he was marking his territory.

'Mhh~'

She could feel his fingers reaching through her robes, touching her bare skin, savoring her like a delicate piece of meat.

She liked it.

"How's it feel?" He inquired as they kissed, enamored by those pale blue sapphire-like eyes of hers. They were glistening with guilt, shame, and excitement.

"I feel hot…" she muttered, lying on his chest, panting, sweating more heavily than when he was imparting knowledge. She was flushed, her mind in a daze as his palm groped her lower half.

"I've never seen such a lewd expression over your face like that, " Altair expressed, slowly peeling off her robes until she was in her undergarments. She didn't wear a bra today but had a thin, laced red thong.

"What are you going to do to me?" Syris whispered in a bashful manner, resting on his embrace as he devoured her succulent image.

He had a palm around her breast, the other between her legs, gliding it up and down her clit, teasing her little cunt until it quivered and pursued.

"Urg~" covering her mouth to hide her moans, she looked at Altair, smiling back at her.

"Does it feel good?"

"Hmm~ no~ ah~ Not~even~aahhh~ a~a~h~h~h." Squeezing her legs shut at the sudden stimulation, Syris's hip jumped with exhilaration as Altair's touch grew all the more vigorous.

Her pants broke into moans that could not be stopped as his finger kneed the tip of her breast. Fiddling with it as though it was a marble.

They were smaller than Reina but softer, with a suppleness that was irresistible.

Syris squirmed, reeling like a fish out of water as her toes began to curl. "Hah ~ Art~ahh~its~ ahhh~gods~ it's~coming~" Echoing lewd moans she never knew she had Syris tongue lulled out as a geyser of sweet honey shot out from between her legs several meters in the air falling like rain.

"That the girl," he whispered beside her ear, patting her sweet spot throbbing like a heartbeat.

"I came… to… another woman's… man," mewled Syris with a crooked smile, spreading her legs wide, watching Altair's fingers slowly begin to stimulate her insides. She lit up, turning a brighter shade of red.

She could barely breathe, drooling over herself as he suckled at her breast like a babe.

Syris's eyes began to roll as she felt herself being devoured alive, melting into his embrace as the words she never thought possible echoed from her lips.

"Fuck me," she demanded, twirling in his embrace. Her loins were on fire, demanding something more.

Suddenly, Altair flipped her on her face, pressing her head into a pillow, propping her ass up, overwhelmed by the two peachy moons the gods blessed her with. They were divine, with a springness that made him lick his lips.

Syris was too embarrassed to speak. She'd never felt more exposed. She had never felt so dominated in all her life yet so drowned in anticipation; her two fingers reached between her legs, spreading her labia wide for just him.

The Prince marveled at her talent. "beautiful."

"Art…you're making me ahhhhhh~"

Taken back by the sudden orgasm, Altair's eyes shone. "Do you like compliments?"

"Please! It…"She turned to him teary-eyed, wiggling her perky ass." it hurts… fill me up!"

Quickly shedding his clothes, Altair gripped his bulging hammer.

Syris gave a brightly horrified smile before reaching back with both hands to spread her little cunt. She moaned when he reached her entrance, on the verge of another orgasm when he began gliding the head of his cock, up and down her labia.

Syris was moaning like a bitch in heat, so wet the bedding turned a darker shade of color.

"ha~ha~ha~bastard~dont~stop~yes~ah~ahh"

Reeling, her chin stained by the unrelenting saliva pooling from down her silly smile.

Altair was sweating, slightly panting, trembling, sliding his head between her slit. He moaned at the intense heat that was sure to rival a furnace.

"Syris…" He gritted out, feeling his willpower begin to slip. "What about Ren?"

"I…God… I…I…" teary-eyed, she turned to him, nibbling on her lower lip. "I don't care… just fu—"

He entered her, gasping at the succulent sensation intensely writhing against his tip, sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper, restructuring her insides.

"T-T-T-Tight! Syris! You're too…Tight! Fuck! Grr~~"

Syris felt all the air inside her lungs escape her.

The sensation had been unlike anything she had ever thought possible. She could feel him shaking, reeling behind her. She could feel his mass penetrating her deepest regions, conquering the regions her finger could not. She came, spurting like a sprinkler over the bed.

She came and came and came, over and over, as he plunged deeper inside until he could no more.

Clamping down on her ass for dear life, Altair leaned onto her back, panting beside her ear, "Why are you so tight?"

When at last Syris caught her breath, gasping for air as if deprived for hours. Sweat poured from out of her pored, slipping down her naked body.

"~Deep~" she mewled, twitching uncontrollably. When Syris felt him cup her breast, a delectable moan sounded from her throat as she tipped her head to him. He took her by her lips, tasting her supple flavor.

Unsure where she even was anymore, Heaven or Hell, Syris surrendered control, feeling her mind blank, only to fall like the Angels of heaven as Altair's hips struck cords through her entire being. It was like a bolt electrified her being. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her supple breast hard. His hips became like a piston, hammering at her cunt until it rained.

"AHHHHHHHHH~' breaking out in a cry that echoed through her core, she buried her head into the pillow, biting her lips as drool slithered down her chin.

Altair exploded his first seed inside her, feeling his toes curl at the intensity in which he orgasimed. He jerked at her silvery hair, pulling out of the pillow to listen to her lewd noises.

"Don't stop!" She screamed, overwhelmed by the seething heat unraveling in her.

POP! POP! POP!"

Altair obeyed, feeling the frustration he'd held in check for nearly a decade explode. He clapped her ass until it turned red.

"Harder!" Syris demanded, feeling his penetrating stroke hammering at her insides."~Aaaah~YES~ YESSSSS~ ART~HARDER~BREAK ME~ BREAK~ME!!!! FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN'T THINK!!!"

The Prince grinned fiendishly, "I think I'm going to make you my second wife…" he said, plunging his cock so deep in he felt her entire body begin to spasm. When he pulled her up into his arms just as her voice stretched across the room.

She was as light as a feather in his arms as he dropped her over his manhood. He chuckled when he saw her tongue lulled out as she lay helpless in his arms, too weak to move. She was smiling, so lost in the pleasure she couldn't even think correctly.

She'd lost count of how many times she had reached the nine clouds or how many times she nearly blacked out. Yet her insides still clung to Altair, refusing to let go as he had his way with her.

She held on until she could no longer. She fainted, or at least tried, when she felt his lips press across hers, channeling Mana into her body.

"I'm not going to let you sleep. Until morning. You're mine."

'I'm going to die…' she thought so happily, finding herself gyrating over his cock, similarly to a woman on the pole.

"I'm~Yours~Till~Morning~" she promised him, riding herself the best ride of her life. "So don't stop…. Even if I faint. Ruin this pussy."

"As you command, milady."

****

As high noon approached, Altair awoke to his lower half experiencing its own personal bath inside Syris, where he'd left it. She was on him, fast asleep.

"She's as fierce in the bedroom as she is outside of it." He thought, finding out he was unable to pull his cock out. Her insides were clamping down on him, stimulating him until he unloaded yet another cloud of snow inside her.

"This is heaven… All that's missing is Ren. A double blow job will be the truest version of heaven."

"Art…" syris muttered. "Can you stop moving? If you move anymore, I'm gonna cum."

He squeezed her plump ass, driving her deeper down against his cock. "Then cum. Cum until you can't anymore."

Syris obeyed, shuddering, as her honey leaked from down her legs. She hummed a moan that danced across his heart.

"Was…was I good?" Asked Syris bashfully, drooling onto his chest, still a slaved to the sensation warming her insides.

"Oh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was I better than Ren?"

Altair nearly laughed. "Nope. Ren beats you in technique. But I can teach you. I can show you all the different ways to please a man. I can show you how to use your mouth, how to sway your hips, and how to use that second hole of yours.

Of course, that's up to you."

Syris looked up at him, nibbling at her lips. "This was a one-time thing… it was a mistake."

"A delicious mistake."

"I'm serious," she echoed, biting her lips; she forced him out of her. Syris's legs buckled like a newborn fawn. Still, she hopped off the bed, quick to fall on a knee. She turned to him, teary-eyed. "I…I can't feel my legs."

"You're welcome."