284 The Saintess of the Vale IV

[Touch of the Incubus]

The sound that came out from Altair's throat had been nothing short of Primal. Saliva slithered down his chin, hitting Syris's forehead below. And a daunting glow filled her pale blue eyes as he shuddered. The pangs jolted through his nerves, turning his shudders into tremors. 

Syris could hardly ever imagine Altair could make such a sound. It seemed so inconceivable. He was always poised. He was silly at times, but there had always been a layer of calm beneath his antics. 

But now… Syris' eyes glowed, his moans drowning her thoughts as elation jolted through her loins. Her enchanting tongue devilishly rolled across his tip in a wild, untamed fashion. Her gaze fixed on his flushed expression. 

When Altair collapsed on his bottom, his Mana scattered out of control, to his astonishment. This left him in a vulnerable state, and Syris fell with him, refusing to give him reprieve.