Shadow of the Abyss

Beneath the shadow of his manhood shrouding her beneath its length and girth, Syris looked up in praised worship, shaking. It looked even more frightening than before; she had to wonder how such a monstrosity managed to fit the last time.

She smiled a crooked smile, panting over its tip. "It's… it's… not going to fit." Hesitantly, she touched it, drawing in a long breath. It was warm, throbbing with his heartbeat.

Badump Badump!

Syris heard herself gulp. 'He was excited,' she thought, feeling his heartbeat thumping through his manhood. She peeped a glance at him and swallowed at that predatory gaze.

Had he always looked at her so, she wondered, finding the aching of her loins returning. A dampness returned from between her legs, slipping down her thick thighs.

The Prince watched with bated breath.

She did not make him wait. Clumsily, Syris's lips opened, gobbling his tip the best she could.

"Ah~ Further!" He commanded.

Syris obeyed, the dampness beneath her legs turning to wetness as she drove his cock to the back of her mouth.

'He's bullying me again,' she defiantly thought, the ache turning to a slow, supple burn as her finger slid through her trousers in between her legs. She glared, circling her naughty tongue around his cock, savoring his being like it were a lollipop. She began to slurp, finding a delectable sweetness being exuded.

"You are a natural, Syris,' said the Prince through muffled pants, clenching his toes shut. He pleasantly groaned, allowing her to find her own technique. She was getting better, the suction around his cock, focusing as her tongue grew all the more fierce.

'Fuck!~" He spat, writhing in the bed sheets, noticing Syris's head beginning to sway back and forth. She was staring at him, enthralled by his reaction that she was giving him some semblance of pleasure.

Slurp!~Slup!~Slurp!~

Saliva slithered down her young maiden chin as her action grew all the more vigorous. Each time his cock slapped against the back of her mouth, it sent pangs bolting down into her llins, eating away at her sanity. Her finger was dripping, soaked in a viscous liquid, flitting back and forth.

Syris's eyes widened when Altair clamped down on her skull, cumming into the back of her throat with a moan that brought her to completion. Her cheeks bulge, overflowing with his piping hot seed racing down her chin. She coughed, gagging at the sudden explosion.

"You made a mess," He told her, waving his still erect manhood before her. "Clean it."

Again, Syris obeyed, cleaning him up with her naughty tongue until he was pristine. She couldn't explain it herself, opening her mouth to show him what she'd done.

"All clean," she blushed, echoing those words, her tongue still coiling around his cock, slurping it down one more time, this time testing to see how much she could take. Syris did not stop even as her throat bulged, appearing as if an eight ball had been stuck.

Altair clutched her head, forcing her further down; he groaned, mesmerized by those blue eyes staring at him with poised focus.

He unloaded his second seed then, filling her belly with his snow.

Syris still did not let up, bobbing her head back and forth even as he climaxed, carrying with her a sadistic glint in her eyes, enjoying that torturous glow of pleasure reeling from out of him. She deep-throated him until his third and fourth seed was shot.

Only then did she relent with satisfaction, stretching her mouth open wide with both hands to reveal not a single ounce of his semen had been wasted, "All clean!"

The Prince was soaked in perspiration, panting like a man deprived of water. He wheezed, wiping the sweat from his brow, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"You really are the best!" He said with effort, having Ava conjure his bottle of water. He downed the entire bottle.

"Better than Raina?"

Altair raised a brow at that outlandish question. He didn't feel comfortable comparing sexual experiences between lovers, especially since no good could come from answering such a question.

"Do you think if you're better in bed, it might sway my heart to you more?" He replied softly, caressing her cheek.

The sudden gentleness of his action shook Syris; she leaned her head into his palm and shook her head.

"No"

"And you'd be right. What type of man would I be if I abandoned you or Reina just because one is better than the other at something?" Chapter Discover:

Syris felt somewhat embarrassed asking that, yet she wanted to know. She had to know. Even now… even if it hurts.

"Do you want to replace Ren? To steal her away from me, now? Be honest."

In the momentary pause, Syris slid from his crotch to his chest to hear his heartbeat calmly thumping against his chest.

"I do," she said, too ashamed to even look him in the eye. Yet she did not regret speaking her mind, nearly managing a smile. She felt him pat her bottom and purred, peeping up at his smiling face.

"You don't want to share?"

She shook her head, nibbling on his chest like a cat. "I'm going to make you mine."

"Tough words coming from a girl who just now came to that realization." He slapped her ass, holding it firmly like a sack of meat, feeling that heat fluttering from between her legs swell. "You can be as greedy as you want so long as you remain mine."

A dangerous glow flickered across Syris's eyes as she hoisted herself off his chest, mounted his waist, and positioned his cock so that it rested high up on her belly.

"I am Syris, and no one owns me. Not my Father, and certainly not you."

"We'll see after I fuck you so hard, you feel it in your chest."

Syris gaped, trying not to lose all that bravado, and kept her head high in noble defiance. Who was she, if not a former princess of her Father's Empire?

At her command, Annihilating Energy sprang from out of her being, turning her clothes to vaper, revealing her goddess-like figure. She grinned at the sudden jerking of his cock, slapping against her bare skin like a drum.

And through shuddering breaths, she lifted herself over his manhood and descended.

Altair could only watch as her little cunt began to devour all that he was.

"aaaah~it~just~keeps~going~ahhha," mewled Syris, chewing her lip, 'nhhh~So~Good~mmmhh."

Gushing like a sprinkler as Altair penetrated her womb, Syris threw her head back in abandon, eating his length, smiling through bated breath.

"I… I… did it, " she panted, shrouded by a thick mist of perspiration. In that instance, Syris had never felt more like a queen than she did now.

Altair felt as if she was milking him. Her insides were like a furnace, expanding and contracting at such angles Syris didn't have to do anything to draw forth his seed.

"Your… too ... .tight!" he groaned, clenching her supple waist.

He wasn't sure why she felt so different, so much sweeter than last time. It was as if that confidence she carried herself reshaped her.

In tandem, they moved, grinding against the other in gritted pleasure, seething feral moans.

Altair felt like his dick was melting, strangely coming to a realization of who was fucking who. The way Syris swayed her hips made her even tighter. He was certain Syris had orgasmed multiple times. She was quite the squirter. Yet even as she reached new heights, she did not relent in riding him until his toes curled and his moans penetrated her ears.

Drool practically slipped from Altair's lips, feeling himself slowly being overwhelmed.

Syris grinned like a lewd demon, leaning over his chest, slapping her cunt hard against his ram; she truly felt it in her chest, echoing a sharp cry. Her eyes involuntary rolled to the back of her head as she struck again and again and again…

She was on her hundredth orgasm, bouncing off of him like a bunny, shouting, "Fuck~Fuck~Fuck~Fuck" beside his ear, sinking her teeth in each time he shot his load, expanding the walls of her womb. Before she collapsed, jetting Altair's cock from her vagina as a geyser of cum spewed out.

Altair lay there, finding for the first time his cock sat limp for about a minute before the Band of the Incubus hummed to life, strengthening his manhood.

"I~I~I can't stop~ aaaahhhhh~cummming!" shouted Syris, shuddering uncontrollably. She had no strength to move, much less remain conscious, expending all her soul energy to keep herself sane. Each time Altair's seed had entered her, filling her womb, she had felt her mind clear, allowing her to keep herself.

A type of torment, no doubt; various incubus used to torture as their seed was known to possess a minor effect of keeping the minds of their victims clear for as long as possible.

Altair, however, knew none of this felt a fire ignite within him. Be it his blood, the band of the incubus, or his physique, all began to boil with desire. He felt hot to the touch, scorching to the touch when compared to normal humans. But Syris was indeed not human, nor was she normal.

The instance she felt his manhood rise between her legs, lodging itself between her ass cheek, a devilish smile stretched to the corner of her lips.

There was anticipation in that smile, as well as excitement.