Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 79: A New Start

Locked in Altair's chamber, arms tightly bound around the slender waist of a pristine maiden with long blood-red hair pressed against his chest. Reina gulped, listening to the still rhyme of his heart pounding against his chest. She blushed, biting her lips, unsure how she came about this situation.

She cursed, glancing down at the loose undergarments that had slipped away through the night and the overly large shirt that did nothing to stop Altair's fingers from reaching inside to her bare flesh, holding her down. And if things could not have gotten worse, Ren could feel an intense heat below Altair's waist, twitching with movement.

'How did this happen?' Ren screamed inwardly, misty-eyed. She trembled, somewhat short of breath."Altair never used to twist and turn." And her mind fell to the thing pressing against her, twitching against her most sensitive, sending pangs of sweet pleasure through her mind.

"Art..." she whispered, stifling the hush moan on the tip of her tongue. She bit down, glaring up, unsure if she should move. He had barely recovered from his baptism, only to force himself into opening a rift within the Serpent's outreach and then using the Hellish Rebuke to escape death.

Altair was in a weakened state. She told herself, drawing sharp utterances each time his spear trembled. Reina squeezed his shirt and looked up at his soft features, tarnished by discomfort.

"Art~" Ren whispered again, louder, as saliva pooled from her lips in an erotic sight of pleasure, finding herself sinking deep into the heat of his flesh.

"Ren... It's hot." He said softly, opening his eyes, groggy. Burning up as if a fever had caught hold of him, Altair stirred, pulling his arms away from Reina's waist to her relief, and peeled off his tunic until only his bare chest touched the cool air. He tumbled back into the bed, grabbed hold of Ren, and spooned her gentle frame."Ren... Likes... Cuddles..." He mouthed off, falling back asleep.

Invisible tears streamed from her eyes. 'Curse my love for cuddles! Art, you big dummy! Why are you bulling Ren?' She painfully asked herself, feeling his blazing spear poking her back. Ren sighed with relief, feeling oddly at peace as the dull ache between her legs began to fade alongside her consciousness.

***

When dawn broke the following day, first, light washed over the Fortress of Rim in a glorious array of golden light, finally allowing those on the night watch to change with the morning crew.

Within his private quarters, away from the recruits, Altair poked his head up, yawning. Opening his beady eyes to the sight of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He pulled at his crotched and frowned. "Why is it wet?"

Raina, who had been stirred awake by the slight movement, continued to pretend to sleep, wanting nothing more than to fall on her sword, and gently pulled the comforters over her head, unable to find the strength to face him.

"Why is there underwear on the floor?" Altair questioned, yawning. "Ren must have been rummaging through the room." He decided. " Whatever, if she won't use it. I will."

When Altair entered the shower, and the water began to run, Ren instantly pulled herself from the comforters, unable to conceal the shame stained across her cheeks. " I'm going to kill him! No... God, please kill me!" She cried, biting her plump lips. She snapped to her feet with determination. " I'm going to steal some clothes. There must be someone my size here."

"Hey, Ren?! You up yet?" Altair called.

Ren did not immediately answer, seeking only to escape first; she inched towards the exit when the wheezing of the door to her rear opened. She spun. Catching sight of a devilishly handsome young man, chiseled as if fashioned from the gods but refined by the devils.

Stationed in her quarter, Admiral Vaiga Blackfire lifted her cup of jasmine tea and took a relaxed whiff to calm her nerves as she looked at the blood report before her. It was suspicious it had taken three weeks, but the moment Vaiga saw the report, she understood.

"Altair... Wasn't even remotely human." She muttered, lowering the cup of jasmine. She flipped to the next page. ' Blood work shows high everything,... All in perfect harmony. How the hell is such a physique possible? Everything is perfect. And his resistances are ridiculous.

Fire, Earth, Wind, Lightning, metal, light, Darkness, etc. Goodness. I know Genesis is in a state of uproar. If they are seeing this... I expect a few gods to approach us. Let's hope they are tied up by the bureaucracy of Genis."

Vaiga stood up, flicking her long raven-colored hair, grinning. She stepped towards her closet, unwinding her nightgown. And changed into her uniform, ensuring not a single crease was visible. "I'll need to station a few Masters to defend this boy. Goodness. Altair, you are such a troublemaker." She said, stepping out for the day.

She later glimpsed Lieutenant Commander Su-Ho, carrying her natural aged grimace the moment she stepped into her office. "Morning, Admiral." She saluted.

"Oh... Lieutenant. I don't believe we had a meeting scheduled this week." Vaiga inquired, walking past her into her chair. She signaled for her to sit.

"Forgive the interruption, but this is about Altair."

Brows grew lifted. "Explain."

"Well, we've yet to gauge altairs unique skills which need to be documented, and—"

"We're going to skip that." Vaiga interrupted, tapping her finger against the table with a hard look. "Altair is too big, and the more that's revealed, the less we can protect him. The King and Queen are sure to send representatives. I know Genisis is." she leaned back into her chair, bearing the coming pressure with a sigh. "Have Altair battle prowess be measured. We will not state his unique skill.

We don't want to give some assassin the heads up. Oh, and get that pup of his a collar. I've already registered it under him, but she needs a collar. We aren't running a kennel here."

The Lieutenant Commander chuckled, saluting at her command. "Oh... Before I go. Have you decided on a partner? You are one of Earth's three Ninth Circle Warriors. I'm sure there is pressure for you to bear them a child. Multiple, if that's even possible."

With a wry grimace, Vaiga shook her head. "Earth has really fallen to shit. Forcing women to conceive is just..." She seethed, closing her eyes. "The Earthers know of my status. They'll not risk a fallout with me over such an issue. At least for now, they won't.

Nevertheless, finding a random man in my bed every week is getting annoying. Butt ass naked, mind you! I am now an official master at changing my bed sheets."

So-Ho wrinkled lips bore a grin. "Marriage life isn't so bad, admiral. I am two hundred and seventy-three. And looking at the seven generations of children I helped create fills my heart with such fulfillment, knowing that if I were to die. I would leave something behind. The Imperial Army will merely replace me, but my children... My children and their children will continue to prosper.

So think about it."