Shadow of the Abyss

Nudging herself against his face like a cat, Ren hopped onto his head. And growled at the intruders with the cold intent to kill, filling her pearly dark blue eyes. Altair's quarter was her domain, her territory she marked with her Prince.

"Easy, Ren," Altair gently said, tracing his fingers over her soft fur. "As long as they don't touch anything that doesn't belong to them. We won't have an issue."

He was furious, too, but it wasn't the time for violence…. Not yet.

Memorizing each of their faces without expression, Altair calmly watched as they entered one by one.

"Why the hell are his quarters so nice?" One of Jor's men inquired, scuffing as he glanced back to Altair.

"It pays to be talented." Altair mused. Wondering why they were trying to provoke a reaction. He could practically taste the trap.

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Suddenly, Altair heard something crash over the ground, and his lips curled down. He glanced at a funny-looking man, one eye larger than the other with olive-colored skin, stepping over his art supplies.

"Sorry, my hand slipped… my foot too."

Ren growled and bared her fang as Altair clenched his shut. He trembled to watch the very place he called a home to be ransacked.

"Contain yourself." He repeated, feeling the Soul of the Indomitable come to life within. But what should have brought some semblance of peace was swept away as Altair watched as they began pulling at his clothing. Clothes he bought for Ren and himself.

"Look at this? The little ensign got himself a bitch! I wonder what she smells like?" one of them said, lifting a set of undergarments.

"Enough," He said, his voice soft as a whisper. Yet it thundered like a vengeful God cracking as arcs of lightning traced his lean figure. Ren was no different, wrapped in a fog of ice and fire red as blood.

One of the men gripping Ren's undergarment, cracking jokes, froze, finding himself in Altair's cold, icy grip, lifted high into the air, where his feet dangled, flopping about like a fish out of water.

"What is it that you think you're doing? Ensign? Release Frankie this instant, or I'll have you, Court Martial." Demanded Lieutenant Jor Silmar, lifting his lips into a smirk for playing right into his hands.

"Was this your aim? Court Martial?" Altair laughed.

"Give us the pup, and we'll call it even," Jor said, pulling a dagger from out of his coat, flipping it in the air with one hand, and catching it with the other. "Make it easy on yourself, boy. We're just doing our job, or you can give up the pup, and we can be on our way."

"So you want Ren." The boy said, smiling, dropping the stranger in his grip before he soiled himself. He looked at Jor, the anger in his heart tightening, tempering his self-control. "And if I say no?"

"You assaulted one of my men," Jor said, confident the boy would break beneath his will. They all did at some point. "I can either make your life a living hell, having you clean piss and shit for a living, or you'll get the boot."

"Court Martial."

"Yeah, that's right," One of the seven men, a scrawn imp with a buzz-cut head and hazel eyes, spat, inching his way toward Altair's blind spot.

Jor looked behind Altair. "No way out, boy. You—"

"Then I quit. I'll join a Corpo." Altair said, smiling. He shrugged. "You think I care? I get emails each day. Invites to balls and galas.

But you guys. The Admiral was the one who personally picked me up. If you think this will go over well because you have someone backing you. Think again." He looked down at the man wheezing for air, trembling like a rat caught in a trap. "As for you. I'm killing you.

Tonight. Now all of you fuck off."

"You can't—"

Altair lifted his head. " I swear to god. I will release my mana, alerting everyone to this bullshit farce. And we both don't want that." He said to Jor with the glaring eyes of an enemy. "This entire thing was but a farce. I know it, and you know.

My commanding officer was not notified, nor was my captain. Random spot checks my ass."

Lieutenant Jor Silmar stared into Altair's eyes and lowered his blade. His orders were to recover the pup, not cause a scene. Not if necessary.

"Let's go." He said, stepping past Altair with venom in his eyes.

One after the other, with some protest, they left, none of them aware of the Shadow creeping into their there's. The room grew silent and grim.

"I want them dead," Ren said, torching her undergarments beneath her scarlet flames, carrying an emerald hue within its depths. She stood up, flicking her scarlet hair, polymorphing back into her human form.

"Already on it. Jorm, Kirr, and Talia will return once the deed is done." Altair said grimly. Unsure when he became such a hothead. He knew he'd made a mistake, but it didn't matter. He did not regret it, not when it came to defending what was his.

But he was alarmed that someone wanted Ren. The thought made him guarded.

Cleaning up after Jor and his crew of delinquents, Altair made a note of the items they needed to replenish before giving Ren a large, huge twirling her off her feet.

She grinned, like a fool, in his arms. "How was it?"

"Great. Sanders, the Lord Commander or whatever, owes me a favor. And with the contribution to saving him. I'm going to ask for a tier three Hearthstone." He told her, sensing her circle ready to overflow, just like his.

Name: Altair (Snow)

Mana Circle:[Second Circle 99.82% → 99.99% ]

"In a few more days, we should be able to unlock our second class. Though, I worry about leveling up our first class. There's nothing to kill in these lands." He said, laying her on the bed.

Ren, decked in a flowery red dress, grinned. "Then I've got good news, too. Seven Iron Bloods are complete. They won't do you any good since your  CON is over thirty, but not everyone's a monster like you."

When Altair heard this, he frowned, stripping off his uniform until his chest was bare and his trousers slightly unbuttoned. "What about you?"

No biggie. I can always make more," Ren said, feasting her eyes for a while. Her misty silver-red eyes swayed back and forth like a pendulum, tracing her Prince's every step and gesture until he entered the shower.

Ren, somewhat beside herself, bonked herself on the head. 'Dummy, calm down. Calm down." she told herself, frustrated by her body's changes.

This week alone, she had found her cup size one size too big, and her waist slowly becoming rounder, while her stomach craving peanut butter, olives, and anchovies for some odd reason.

She cupped her breasts, now too big for her palm to cover. " I wonder… if they're too big? Should I ask Art? He got so much taller, too. It's so unfair. I wanna be tall, too!  I wish I could ask Master.

She knows about all this stuff. I could even ask her about masturbation. What a funny word." And slowly, her eyes trailed to the laptop on Altair's desk. "I guess I could ask the internet. That old woman did say to look it up."

Making her way over, Ren opened up the laptop and traced her finger over to the 'fire' icon that opened the browser like Altair had shown her how to.

[Know Your body]

[Female Pleasure and All You Need to Know]

[Give me a try]

[Ballers: #1 Worlds Best Pornsite]

[How to Pleasure You're Man]

[Daddy and his Guitar]

[First Time?]

Ren tilted her head at the various links. " What the…" she murmured, clicking on the second link and reading through the material that depicted techniques, diagrams, and positions. Ren was aghast, standing up in shock. She hurried on to the next page, revealing thumbnails of a world Ren never knew possible.

Clicking away, moving from page to page, the young Neipilm had learned of the world of pleasure before closing the laptop. She returned to her bed, looking down at her fingers.

"Ren?" Altair said, and the young woman jerked her head up to his, unsure when he crawled in beside her. "You good?"

Bright as a crisp apple ready for the pickings, Ren turned away with a shudder. "Y-Y-You… You… Do you…"

Altair yawned, "Ren…" he muttered, pulling her into his embrace from behind, feeling the weariness of four days catching up on him.

"I looked it up!"

"I'm… Off tomorrow… and the next day after that…" He muttered, drained from the little hours of sleep the past few days.

"Art?" she asked, waiting to turn her head, but Altair's powerful grip held her back.

"Shadows…Kill… You… Happy…" He whispered, falling into a deep slumber.

Reina stilled as she sighed. "I shouldn't have looked that stuff up…" she shook her head, closing her eyes, hopeful of a good night's rest.

***

That night, as the fortress soldiers began to change shifts within the First Division barracks, the loud snores of soldiers rang out like drums over bunk beds on each end of the room, fitting well over twenty people.

Slowly, from the darkness of night, silent shadows moved without alerting the motion detector, finding those that once stood before their Master, daring to threaten him before their future queen. Kirr, Jorm, and Talia glared down at the olive-colored-skin bastard, driving a sword through his skull without hesitation, twisting it for good measure.

Before moving on to the next, until six of the seven men that raided Altair's quarters were slaughtered, they vanished back into the darkness like ghosts in the night.

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