Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 355 Tasha I*

The Duchess' aura began to falter when she realized all that had occurred. She quivered, glancing at the Medarc as she asked, unable to help her voice from cracking, "Will he be alright?"

"It's a poison. Mana Poisoning, to be exact," the Medarc calmly revealed, his fingers deftly striking several Acupuncture points around Noctis's young body. "It's evil in origin. Something I've seen only among those outside the Veil. Fortunately, Noctis was not exposed for that long. He'll be fine with a few days of sleep and a few prescribed pills."

Before Corsant could allow herself a sigh of relief, she asked, "Could it have been those Five?"

"That is the most logical—-"

"It wasn't us!" Alvar shouted. "We'd never we—"

Altair smiled when he heard the door slam open. There, they saw an elderly man struggling to stand, leaning forward on his cane. Wrinkled as he was ancient with a head full of grey.

'What is all this?! Sheath your bloody aura, Cor, less you kill everyone in this manner." The elderly man snapped, sauntering in as Corsant reluctantly obeyed his command. His eye snapped to Altair, then Noctis, back to Altair. "Did you do this, Nox?"

Altair couldn't say who this was, but the warning of his Omniscience that a truth field had coalesced around the room told him everything he needed to know. He answered, "It was not my doing."

The elderly man nodded, then glanced at Alvar and his brothers. "What about you five?"

"No!"

"Never!"

"Hell No!"

"We'd never hurt a child!"

"As Alvaris as my witness!"

A slight frown etched over the elderly man's face as he stared at the youngest. He was a fifth circle, with dusty brown hair, irregular-shaped eyes, and a nose that was quite too long for his face.

"You're lying," he said in a cold voice, startling everyone present, Tasha included, as she snapped an eye towards the youngest one. Nobbo was his name.

'Had Altair done something I missed?' she wondered.

"If it would help," Altair started. "When we arrived, little Noct was with them alone. I'm sure you can verify that on your own. Tasha, shall we? I'm quite hungry."

The elder frowning's lips dipped ever downwards. "Boy, do you not recognize me?"

"Can't say I do. If any of you had bothered to ask, you'd have learned that I've only twenty years of memory," Altair conveyed before sauntering off, pausing halfway out the door at Alkem. "Bring me something to eat later. It's the least any of you can do."

As Altair took his leave, the Elders's expression turned to one of utter rage as he snapped his eyes toward Corsant. "What the bloody hell is happening here?!"

If Altair was aroused, he gave no sign of it, crossing his legs admiring the work of art. "How many times a day do you play with yourself?" he asked.

"Ten!" she cried amidst a climax that sent a geyser of her honey two meters into the air. She gasped, writhing deliciously like prey on the floor. "Twenty if I get to see you."

A stunned smile crept up on Altair's lips. "You horny, little bitch!" he exclaimed. "But I'm sure you can do better than that. Show me something impressive."

Like a cat cleaning itself, Tasha pulled herself up, raising a single leg as her tongue began to explore her nether region. Her stare never broke with her Master, gauging his response with an intensity that awoke a passion in the young lord.

She purred, slurping on her garden with a fever. Altair felt his breath catch. Truthfully, his mind was already in turmoil, deterred by the pheromones the Lilm was releasing. He wasn't a ninth circle like her, and neither was he at the extreme peak of the Ninth Circle.

The only thing he could rely on was his pride, tempered by the Ninth Form. But it was that very pride that was beginning to crack as more of her pheromones began to invade through his pores.

"Take off my pants," Altair finally said.

Tasha practically lept like a cat at the opportunity, unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly with her teeth.

Despite knowing Tasha had never been touched by anyone, Altair couldn't believe her skill. If not for his Omniscience informing him that Tasha's Ancestors had granted all their sexual experience through her blood, Altair wouldn't have believed it. She was simply too good.

"Master~must~be~part~minotaur!" Tasha exclaimed beneath the shadow of his cock looming over her head. "You're so big!" she kissed his tip, tasting the pre-cum that glazed her lips. "And delicious."

Altair gulped, unsure how much more the Soul of the Indomitable could take. He'd already turned off notifications but could feel his spiritual defenses being tempered by a storm.

Just then, a knock echoed at the door.

"Sorry for intruding, Young Master, but I'm here to deliver your dinner." Came the voice of Alkrem.

"Enter," Altair commanded, smiling evilly as Tasha shuddered as a heart-shaped pattern of mana filled her eyes. Never in her life's dreams would she ever allow a lesser being to gaze on her body, but today, underneath the eyes of her Master, the door to his room opened as a mere servant rowed in a cart.

Her heart thundered against her chest while her cunt grew increasingly wet, forming a small puddle between her legs. A bolt of elation came from her brain, lancing down her spine and spreading out like roots all across her body as she shook.

"Young Master I—" Alkem stopped himself as a fog of euphoria penetrated his body and Soul on a fundamental level. His manhood fastened itself against his britches as he stared at Tasha beneath his young Master's cock.

"Please, humiliate me more, master," said Tasha pleadingly, pressing her cheek against her Master's manhood.

Instead of a response to Tasha, Altair glared at Aklem and said," Leave the Cart and fuck off. I'm busy."

Aklem stood there for a moment, the command only registering when he saw Altair grab Tasha by the ass, squeezing her so tightly, his hands were nearly consumed by her cheek. When he had finally left, closing the door in a hurry, a strange wave of heat began to course through his body as he hurried over to the Servants Quarter.

Altair smiled, biting back the elation course through his lower half. There was so much blood flow it ached, trembling beside Tasha's head.

"Eat Up."