Lord_Damocles

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. 

The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. 

Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?

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"So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—"

"F-Father…"

" —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.

"...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. 

"Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— "

"STOP!!!!!"

Shadow of the Abyss

"He touched me here, right?" Syris wondered from the Palace of Stygians' luscious hot springs. Her fingers trailed towards the tips of her breast. "His other hand was here… they were warm… no, they were burning hot. Just like these water."

Cheeks flushed beyond their material means. Syris stifled that moan as she'd done during their first year.

He'd taken her from behind, tearing the clothes from off her back, savoring her naked neck.

"ahhh~" her fingers mirrored his as he whispered beside her ear.

'What did he whisper again?' she wondered, spreading her legs open in the spring waters. Her naughty fingers maliciously teasing her sweet spot until her moans became deep pants wet with saliva trailing down her chin onto her breast.

She climaxed, groping one breast as his lips brushed against her neck, his fangs finding her carotid with exquisite ease.

Revenge