Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 158: Reina's Dual Cultivation**

[Divine Fallen, 'Ouroboros,' thanks you for your hard work and will deliver onto you all you desire.]

Tossing the remains of the dead girl from her hand as though she were tossing away trash, Reina stepped off the carriage that had come to a swift halt. She stepped out, looking towards the pale skies, and felt a glimmer of nodes sprinkle down from an unknown realm, crowning her with an influx of knowledge.

[Ding]

[Known as the Court of Shadows, a Fallen by the name of Lilica ordered your family killed.]

"The Court of Shadows…" Reina whispered, closing her eyes. She had a name. After so many years… she had a name.

When at last she opened her eyes, Reina had not found herself out of the dungeon as she had thought; rather, nothing had occurred. She frowned, turning to Altair, gripping the dead girl's remains that slowly dwindled into ashes.

[Soul of Aria Silvermane absorbed]

"Forgive me…" Altair whispered, gripping the ashes of remains, unsure why he felt so hollow.

"Altair…" Thanatos called. "I know you're mad. I know your—"

Thanatos had not seen when he moved, but by the time he whirled his eyes to Reina, Altair's fingers wrapped around her neck, slamming her into the earth with a thunderous boom. Stones shattered and cracked, but Reina was only smiling as he tightened his hold around her neck.

"I like it when you're rough like that," she said, her scarlet red eyes blistering an abyss of fire. She licked her lips, blushing like a maiden in heat.

"Why?" He seethed out.

Reina grinned, feeling her neck being squeezed. "Why not? She was sleeping so peacefully, and I was oh so bored." She reached up, cupping his cheeks as if he were fragile glass. "Though I guess you can say I didn't want to hear her complain about missing her daddy."

Will of the Abyss lashed out, pressuring the air in a whirlwind of might. It bore down on Reina, but Altair could only hear her spry laughter. She jerked his head down, pressing his lips against hers.

"Damn it, Ren, "cried Lord Blackwood, flushed with rage. He jerked his lips away, taken back by the wild change. Lost at what to do. "Tell me the truth or—"

"Or what?" She smiled, licking her cherry lips. " You'll do what exactly?"

The words became caught in his mouth. He didn't know.

"Abandon me? Over what? Some little sacrifice to the Gods? Some side character?" she sneered. " No, you'll not do that. I—"

[Error Detected]

[Error]

[Error has occurred in Death]

[Realm Lord is creating new parameters.]

[All restrictions will be released in one month]

[Mission Update]

[Mission: Kill Altair Blackwood]

"That's enough, the both of you. In the carriage now! Altair your mask. You two, Reina. Now." Thanatos demanded the second he got notified. He jerked Altair off the girl, glaring.

"Let's go."

Shaking, Altair stared down Reina as she stood up. He didn't return to the carriage but aimlessly marched off. By the time he stopped, the four moons of Yarwin had risen over the skies.

"Why are you following me?" He asked, but when he turned, his jaw dropped at the naked young woman.

Reina, with her bewitching smile that matched her physique, confidently marched forward, taking his hand and placing it over her breast.

Her nipples were hard and pink, and unconsciously, Altair's thumb seemed to fumble about it, teasing it until her face was as red as her hair.

She shuddered. "I'm in such a good mood." She said, quivering at his touch. "Do you know what I got for killing that useless girl?" She looked at him and slid one of his hands between her legs.

It was drippingly wet.

"I got information. Information on the one who tried to poison my Mother. It was a woman. A Fallen Angel. Mhh~ yes… just like that." She whispered, welcoming one of his fingers inside of her. Saliva slipped from her plump lips as she looked up at him, waiting for him to devour her.

She didn't wait long.

"Damn you… why didn't you just tell me?" He growled, unsure whether he ought to be angry or sad. To Altair, death wasn't an end but a new beginning. Still… he felt betrayed.

Though from the looks of it, Reina didn't seem to care.

Buckling at the knees, Reina let loose a moan that sent shivers through Altair's body and soul. She reeled, wetting the grass as her cunt began to writhe against his fingers. The inner walls of her vagina seemed to expand and contract, clamping down on his two fingers, seizing them in a baptism of warmth. Altair nearly felt he was in a forge. It was so hot.

Sweat glazed the surface of Reina's milky white skin, glistening under the moon's glow, moaning and purring as she struggled to stand. But Altair wouldn't allow her to fall.

He held her there, fingering her little cunt with such vigor her moans became screams, and her screams moans alternating into a crazed heat that swept over her soul.

Reina had lost track of how many times she came, but untamed saliva slid down her slender chin and neck and onto her breast, clutched within Altair's other arm.

"Aah," moaned the little Nephilim, too weak to stand.

Altair held her and flipped around as though she were light as a doll so that her back lay on his chest.

He had never been so rough, though Reina didn't seem to mind, as her arm reached up over his neck and into the raven-colored hair she loved so dearly and tilted her head to the side. He kissed her then, tasting the sweet, sweet, crisp taste of her lips.

She purred, feeling her mind blank.

When at last Altair pulled his fingers from between her legs, Reina's cunt echoed a squeamish pop as the suction saw to encase his fingers between her legs.

He placed her fingers between her agape lips, allowing her to taste herself. Reina suckled at his fingertips, unbothered and unashamed. She trailed her tongue up and down his two fingers until they were clean and polished. She smiled.

"Do you forgive me," She asked him, her voice weak and her ruby eyes hazy. She was quivering, reeling from his vigorous touch. "You… know… I had to, right?"

"I'm not mad you killed her. I'm mad that you didn't tell me." He told her, wondering if their behavior was unhinged or not. He couldn't tell anymore. "But I get it… if it were my mom… I'd have done the same." He admitted kissing the nape of her neck. His lips brushed against her skin to her ears a curious pink. He kissed it and nibbled at it, listening to Ren's soft, stifled breaths of pleasure.

"So I'll forgive you this one time."

She grinned, quivering short gasps of air. "Take me," She mewled, savoring the touch that sent her ablaze.

He laid her down on all fours over the grass, legs arched, and her bottom high, exposed for all to see, with a small stream of translucent liquid cascading down her thigh.

Altair, whose warhammer had long torn through his trousers, fixed itself between the blazing hot furnace that was her slit quivering with dreadful veins. He moaned as his cock pressed tightly against her slit, plumping up the folds to her entrance.

Ren had found it all so hard to breathe. She was gasping, but the air wasn't filling her lungs. Her body was burning up, but the sensation rippling through her had been a sensation not even her dreams could have prepared her for.

She was scared, anxious, queasy, but most of all excited, for he was finally about to be hers. That excitement quickly dwindled when she felt some large and hard press against her garden. She stiffened, enjoying every quiver, every twitch echoing from his body into hers.

Reina's breath caught.

Altair had been no different, having to grip her perky ass, filling his fingers with her thick juicy flesh. He squeezed hard, holding it as though he were holding on for dear life. The boy trembled, savoring the view that seemed to sear itself into the deepest regions of his mind. He would draw this later.

"Altair, ahh!" Cried Reina, pitifully plucking at the strings of his heart. She looked back at him. Ruby-red hair clinging to her naked, wet skin; all the while, her expression seemed one of pleading. She wiggled her rear, moaning as her alluring volva seemingly tried to greedily devour his manhood.

He moved, trying his best not to cum prematurely. And yet, sweat dripped from down his face, striking against Reina's naked flesh as he slowly squeezed himself inside her. Slowly and steadily, Reina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mouth opened wide as a donut. She came and came and came, ravaged by a sensation that brought her to the Seven Skies of the Eternal Heavens.

Nectar dripped like an unending river, sowing life beneath the earth. Flowers began to blossom as though her fluids were miraculous.

Crazed, Reina billowed an "aaaaaaah~" moaned, feeling her toes begin to curl and her finger sinking deep within the dirt. Water seemed to drain from her body as her pores began to leak large amounts of liquid fluids.

"Halfway!" Shouted Altair before he gave up altogether and jerked his hips forward. Flesh rippled, and Reina's lips became O-shaped as her sweet, alluring monas stopped altogether.

As if she fell into a world of her own, a Heaven seen only by her eyes, Reina stilled, petrified by the sensation of fullness. Words followed by thought seemed to escape her mind. The tight walls of her vagina all but expanded, reeling around Altair's penis that seemed to have reshaped the inner lining of her insides.

At that moment, Reina felt everything in that single instance shift. She hadn't been human, so Altair's reckless actions hadn't actually caused harm, but she felt all her organs being crammed down by his raging cock, piercing through her cervix and invading the deepest regions of her womb.

It had been said that Nephilim bore no maidenhood like most humans, but Reina still wept when she came to. On all fours like a dog, tears streamed down her lewd expression. She didn't want it like this. She turned back to look at his shaken expression, feeling herself want to melt inside.

No one moved.

Altair had been shaking, lost by the dangerous existence known as Reina Blackwood. He was at his limit, but the moment he saw her expression, he knew. Gently, he moved her to her back, a feat neither thought would be so difficult, but by the time they'd succeeded, Altair felt as if he'd been in battle for nearly a week.

He was gasping for air, seeing fit to name Reina's twat 'The Destroyer,' for it was meant to destroy even his will.

"Better?" He murmured, noticing the peculiar contrast of Gold and Red eyes. Reina nodded, beaming a bright, content smile, tugging at his soul. She'd look so fragile now, far in contrast to that demoness she portrayed. She seemed nearly normal.

"Did it hurt?" He asked, cupping her cheeks. Reina reciprocated, resting her head against his warm hands, finding a sense of security that had been missing.

"No," she said lightly, growing more accustomed to feeling him inside her, though Altair couldn't say the same.

Her insides were writhing like the raging oceans against his cock. Vibrating with a unique frequency, he and he alone could feel deep within his body and soul. The sensation alone made him question his life decisions.

Reina grinned, seeing his distress, feeling a sense of pride blossoming within her heaving bosom.

"You can cum," She whispered, arms wrapped around his neck.

Altair didn't think twice before unloading a mountain of his seed within her, filling her womb until it swelled, unable to seep out from the sheer size of the shaft plugging her little hole.

He groaned, rasping a low moan that resounded like the growl of a bear. While Reina's tung hung loosely from her lips, seething the fiercest orgasm she'd ever faced.

The sound that echoed from the back of her throat didn't remotely sound human. But it thundered through the forest, rising high and low into the skies.

The howling of Wolves followed after hounding the endless night with the song of their people.

"Your… too… tight," said Altair, feeling her vagina sucking him dry. It pulled and jerked, sucking at his cock until his mind felt as though it would break. The stimulation only seemed to deepen as Reina's hips began to roll beneath his body.

Sharp gasps of air billowed from her tender lips, flushed red.

"Ren," said Altair, grunting. "You're getting… tighter."

Reina looked at him hazily. She hadn't been trying to move, but her hips and muscles didn't seem to care. They were moving on their own, squirming beneath his heavy frame.

He kissed her, and their tongues began a wet dance, twirling and entwining with one another. When he pulled away, a strand of saliva followed after his lips and broke soon after Reina licked her lips. She looked down, staring down at the imprint of his beast protruding from her abdomen, unable to believe how such a thing had managed to fill her up. She felt as though she were about to break.

Still… as she looked up at his devilish expression made hard by her, Reina felt something akin to ownership from the Young Lord above her. Her heart quivered in the most delectable way.

Altair steeled his heart, channeling Soul of the Indomitable, and he began his attack. Pulling his cock back, he jerked it forward. Reina's legs kicked up high, and her eyes widened, following a sweet cry to the heavens; she echoed, "Ahh~" So delectable Altair's hips jerked back, hitting her deepest regions again and again and again.

Slobber rolled down the Nephilim lips as her prince filled her insides, drowning her pussy with his cock and seed. Lewd noise rolled through the air, followed by hoarse moans and squeals. Altair hipped pounded her peach cunt staining it crimson.

"Ahhhhhh~" moaning delectable cries till her throat was hoarse, Altair continued to thrash at her lovely cunt until it was swollen, seeping an endless amount of nectar. It became a wonder how she'd not die. He fucked her until she howled to the moon before unloading his second seed deep inside her. Altair grunted once more, cumming so hard he felt his bones turn to water and his mind to mist.

Suddenly, Altair and Reina felt their mana begin to stir within their bodies. Runic symbals so ancient they bore a resemblance to Primordial Runes lit up around their naked bodies entwined between one another, blending into every cell that made up tissue, bone, and ligaments.

Ripples through space and time traveled through the Myriad Heavens, stirring the attention of many Gods so old-time seemed extrinsic; they peeped their ancient eyes and turned to meet the invisible vale of darkness masking their location.

Fear and horror all filled their eyes as, one by one… they Felt the Darkness… the shadow of something being born:

A Shadow within the Abyss