Shadow of the Abyss

"Thanks, Talia," Olivia gratefully said with all her heart. "I… thought you hated me. But you made what happened to me a lot easier." She smiled, looking towards her friend, who brought a new level of warmth to her chest. She had never had a friend. Not a real one, at least. "I don't think I'd be this put together if it weren't for you. So thank you."

"Olivia…" Talia began, pulling a datapad from her pocket, and approached her. "I've got something to show you," she said with a calmness that seemed to conceal the ice in her voice. She lifted the Datapad to her and played the four-hour clip.

Screams practically jumped out of the clip, turning Olivia pale as a sheet of paper. It was her voice, her cries, and Laros' grunts. And as if she were reliving those moments, she shuddered, recalling the number of times he raped her, how many times his fist pounded over her face, breast, and arms. How his vile tongue tasted—

"No," she shuddered to say.

"Yes." Talia mused, looking on with raw indifference. "I wonder what Catelyn will say when she sees this? She'll probably have you marry your rapist. After all, Laros is quite important to the family. I bet your father won't even be able to call you his little girl after this one. No.

No. Don't look away; this is my favorite part; this is where he dunked your head into the water just to muffle your screams as he— "

"No!" Olivia howled like a beast, slapping the datapad away.

Talia jerked her hair, tearing strands from her scalp before she could flee. "Sit your ass down." She barked, glaring with a bleeding madness that ran through her body and soul. She clutched her by the cheeks, smiling with a crazed look. "Did you really think I cared for you out of the kindness of my heart?" She laughed. " The night is still young, Olivia. And we're not even an hour into the film."

"Why are you doing this." Olivia cried, whimpering. When she turned so pale, she felt Talia release her as she puked her guts out. Disgusted, Talia pressed her head into her vomit, sneering.

"You were such a daddy's girl. I wonder… Do you think he'll watch it all? It's truly amazing. I had all these plans on how to torment you. But any plans I had dissipated when Laros did what he did. Truly, such a thing had never crossed my mind.

But now that it has. Why not bank on it?" she laughed, squatting down as Olivia pulled herself from her vomit. "My master gave me clarity. He gave me focus in my destitute of madness. And now his will is my will."

She lifted her chin, staring into her hollow pupils. "So you're going to go to Laros, fall on his cock, and whore yourself to him. And when he's had his fill, you'll return to me and tell me all the little things he whispered in your little ears. Clear?"

"Please… talia don't… Don't make me go back—"

"Shhhhh." Talia soothed, brushing the vomit from her hair. "You'll do this for me, or mommy, daddy, and all of the Myriad Heavens will see this video when I upload its content to the Metaverse. So don't fail me. Kay~"

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When at last Reina woke, her naked body bounded to her Prince as she laid over his chest. She stilled. Altair was warm. He'd always been warm, but that Warhammer he had felt as if it had been newly forged. Brimming with heat as it nested between her legs, hard and ready.

For a moment, Ren said nothing, looking up at her Prince, feeling the powerful thump of his heart, reaching up past her arms into her chest, Matching the rhythm of his beating heart to hers.

The Curse of the Nephilim

She dreaded that curse, the thing that nearly felled her Mother, tormenting her till she was ravaged by madness. Causing Erela to be bedeviled at times. Reina remembered it all, as it came back to her, as her mother would spit curses at her child while her face bubbled and popped like a plague victim.

To be a Nephilim was a sin. A crime that went against the natural order after the birth of the first Nephilim. A child born of the blood of Lucifer.

So powerful she became. Those within the Council of Omnis grew fearful of her kind. Those of Heaven and Hell came together to set forth a curse to destroy the creation of any further Nephilim, despite the adamant refusal of the Eighth and Ninth Lord of Hell. The other Lords voted against it.

And so... The Curse of the Nephilim was born.

"I'm sorry, Art… " Ren sniffled as her eyes began to blur. "I want to… but… I can't bring misfortune to you. I can't." Her tears had begun to fall. " I'm so sorry… i— mmhh~"

Feeling her Prince's palm slide down to her bottom, cupping the fat of her ass until it plumped through the gaps of his fingers. Ren moaned as she watched Altair open his charming eyes.

"Art~" Ren mewled as his grip tightened.

"You think you can tease me nearly every night. Force me to drink your blood, and just what? Change your mind?" He snarled, pinning her beneath him as his breath pressed over her tender lips.

"My curse– ah~" Finishing with a tantalizing moan, Ren felt Altair's fingers brush against her clit, and up to her pink nipples. He plucked at them with amusement as they jiggled and bounced.

Ren felt her body aflame and her garden dripping when she knew she shouldn't be... She had to stop it.

"Ahh~mmhh~ Art~we~can's~" She hissed through sharp gasps. Relenting, she allowed him to do as he pleased.

It wouldn't have taken much to overpower him; she was physically stronger, yet Ren found her will to resist being devoured little by little.

"Ren," her Prince called, seizing her lip with his, tasting last night's liquor and vomit. But he didn't care, nor did he hesitate to explore her mouth until he had his fill.

With a strand of saliva breaking their kiss, Altair smiled, admiring her succulent expression. Flushed with a heat that beckoned for more.

"Again~," She said, wrapping her around his neck. She pulled him back down. Ren felt herself melt away until nothing but a smoldering heat remained.

They kissed for well over ten minutes, tossing and turning before Ren broke off.

"I love you." She cried, breaking down into tears, clinging to his chest like a koala. She cried and cried and cried.

Altair said nothing, stroking her hair until she was calm.

"I love you too," He finally said. Stealing a kiss, he lifted her up as his words sunk deep into her chest and pulled her into the shower, allowing the scorching water to rain over their bodies.

When Ren finally came back to herself, a flash of red stretched from ear to ear. She covered her face.

"Dummy, what are you thinking about?" Altair said, lathering his arms with body wash. He stared her down.

"You… You love Ren?"

Altair lifted his lips. "Keep talking like that, and what little restraint I have might die." He said, pointing down at his reeling manhood.

Ren's blush grew even larger as her heart raged uncontrollably.

*Badum *Badum *Badum

She smiled, looking back up, and under his gaze, she slipped to her knee, gripping his cock with both hands.

"Art…" she said, looking up past the raining water into his eyes. "I love you."

Plumping her sweet, tender lip over the head of his cock, Reina slowly swallowed him whole as he grunted. Altair clenched his eyes shut at the sudden stimulation that made his knees weak. He had to place his hands over her head the moment he felt her sweet tongue vigorously begin to dominate his lower half.

*Slurp *Slurp

Altair's toes curled up, and his spine stretched up as Ren motioned her head back and forth, plunging his cock down into the back of her throat. She stopped savoring the sensation before continuing again and again until he jerked up, gasping as he exploded in the back of Ren's throat. She swallowed his hot, milky snow.

Altair tumbled down in the shower. But Ren didn't let up. Sucking away until he moaned so loud her eyes glistened. Ren felt his dick grow even larger as he exploded not even thirty seconds later.

"Holy Shit…" said the Prince gasping for air, trembling as the pleasure gnawed at his soul. He watched with awe as Ren cleaned him up.

"Did Ren get better? I think they called that a deepthroat. Hehe, Ren did good, huh?" She shot the boy the peace sign and hopped to her feet. " whatcha think?"

"Gods… I love you!" He cried, feeling his mind begin to shortcircuit. Words seemed to fail him as he opened and closed his mouth. It wasn't the first time she used her mouth on him. But it was on a whole other level than last time.

Pride planted itself into her heart as she smiled.

"Art… I want you." Riena said, reaching down. When Altair stood up, wrapping his arms around her.

"Let's complete this stupid tournament, okay?" He seethed, activating the soul of the Indomitable to keep himself sane. Fearing he wouldn't stop for a week if he got a taste.

He kissed her lip, eyes, and cheek and looked at her. She was pouting, but the smile on her lips said it all.

"Okay." She said, pushing down any more reservations she had about her curse. It no longer mattered. If he didn't care, neither would she.

" and Art… I love you."