Rebirth of the Nephilim

An involuntary noise that was far lewder and higher pitched than what normally came out of Dys’ mouth escaped her lips as one of Alex’s tentacles penetrated her rear. Reacting the best way she could think to in the moment, Dys turned the noise into a mix of a yawn and a stretch as she raised her arms over her head. The movement might have been a bad idea, as it seemed to draw Noct’s red eyes to stare at her, but Dys transitioned the stretch into folding her arms on the rim of the heated pool and resting her head on top of them in as casual a pose as she could muster under the circumstances.

After a few seconds, Noct looked back to her wing, her slender fingers brushing through the starry black feathers. Since Jadis didn’t sense the ritual fail, she presumed the Seraphim still hadn’t figured out that anything lewd was going on with Dys, much less that Alex was currently impaled on her cock under the water’s surface. She wasn’t sure how long that state might last, though, so Jadis set about enacting a countermeasure using her other selves. She just hoped she could last under Alex’s relentless assault until reinforcements could arrive.

The wicked Demon must have had some sense of caution, as she purposefully did not thrust her submerged body up and down on top of Dys’ length. Those kinds of dramatic movements would have stirred the water and created a noticeable commotion. Instead, Alex stayed curled up against Dys’ stomach, cock nestled warmly inside her core, while her arms and tentacles went to work. The entirety of the Nephilim’s lower body was quickly wrapped in Alex, to the point that Jadis wasn’t sure if any of her skin would be visible beneath the Demon’s dark flesh. None of her body that was above the surface of the pool was touched, however, which meant that Alex was still being careful to avoid detection.

Not that she was making it easy for Dys to keep up an innocent front.

Alex’s tentacles were sliding and squeezing everywhere, from her feet to her waist, and both sets of her hands had taken firm hold of her breasts and were playing with them no less roughly than Dys had treated the Demon moments ago. Those actions alone would have been difficult to ignore, since every tug of her nipple or squeeze of her inner thigh made Dys want to let out all the lewd desire chained up inside of her chest, but then there was Alex’s most direct assault.

The thick tentacle that had pushed its way inside of her rear end had to be one of Alex’s dick tentacles, Dys analyzed as just a little drool leaked out onto her cheek where it rested against her forearm. She could tell by the way the end was more bulbous than the rest of her tentacles. She didn’t know where Alex’s other procreational limb had gone, since the Demon had decided to leave Dys’ pussy achingly empty for the moment, but the steady thrust of the tentacle in her ass was making it hard for her to think about anything more substantial at that moment.

“…?”

Dys blinked, her eyes coming back into focus as she realized that Noct had just said something. She had drifted off for the past minute, mind completely fogged thanks to the way Alex was toying with her body, and she hadn’t paid any attention at all to the dark-winged beauty. Clearing her throat, Dys kept her chin resting on her arm as she addressed Noct.

“Sorry, I sort of… almost fell, ah, asleep for a second there. What did you ask?”

“Thea’s spear.”

Dys waited, her mind going a little fuzzier for a moment as Alex switched up her angle of attack. However, she soon noticed that nothing further was coming from the other woman, so she tried to draw more out of her.

“What about it?”

“Origin?”

Dys blinked at the one-word question. She had noticed previously that Noct had a tendency to use as few words as possible when speaking. She wasn’t wholly sure why, since her parents were both outspoken and gregarious. Even her taciturn brother, Tacitus, and no trouble speaking in complete sentences. But Noct was almost absurdly withdrawn, to the point that Jadis wasn’t sure what to make of the winged woman.

“If you mean where it came from,” Dys answered while suppressing a shiver. “It was a gift from some Dryad’s in Weigrun. Tegwyn’s family, actually.”

Noct nodded her head but didn’t say anything else in response to the information. Somewhat curious and still not sure what the Seraphim was thinking, Dys asked a question of her own.

“Where did you get your polearm?”

The strange, ringed polearm that Noct used was unlike any that Jadis had seen before. She had previously asked others and found out that it was called a man-catcher, and it was designed to lock down and disable enemy movement while still having the potential to be lethal. Considering what Jadis had heard of Noct’s strange belt-based magic, she wasn’t too surprised by the choice of weapon.

“Charos’ temple,” Noct responded plainly as continued to preen her feathers. After a few more seconds, she added another word. “Gift.”

“It’s an interesting weapon,” Dys commented. “Very un—unique!”

Dys nearly bit her tongue on the last word as Alex’s heretofore absent cock tentacle abruptly shoved its way inside her rear tunnel next to its sister. The Demon’s pace increased as the two tentacles began pumping in and out of Dys in an alternating rhythm, keeping her constantly filled as they worked together. Dys’ whole body throbbed from the attention as her cock pulsed with need inside of Alex’s soaked pussy, and she could feel the Demon’s slick walls convulse with increasing frequency. It took all of Jadis’ willpower to keep body still and her breathing calm as she sensed the familiar approach of her lover’s peak.

While Alex was always a considerate lover with a strong focus on the needs of her partners, she still had her own lusts to fulfill. Jadis knew the Demon well, so it was easy to recognize when Alex was getting caught up in the moment.

Sinking lowering into the water so that her nose rested against her folded arms, Dys did her best to just endure as Alex used her for her own pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she could hide what was happening if she completely succumbed to the intoxicating sensations that Alex’s alien form was doing to her, so she just tried to keep her own growing orgasm under wraps while her demonic mate fucked her ass with a pair of tentacles. All while in a public bath. With another beautiful woman sitting in a pool nearby, completely unaware.

Jadis swore she wasn’t an exhibitionist, but that line of thought had just made her clench hard enough to bend steel.

As Alex’s dual assault drove into her, Dys did her best to focus on Noct rather than her own pleasure. The Demon was hitting her in just the right spot every time she plunged deep within her tunnel and it was—no. Dys shook her head. She had to keep her lust under control. There was still a good chance they could complete the ritual. They just needed two more climaxes between them without getting caught and both could come from Alex. Clearing her throat, Dys forced herself to engage Noct in conversation. Both to distract herself and to hopefully keep the other woman distracted from noticing anything she shouldn’t.

“You serve Charos’ temple instead of Valtar’s, right?” Dys managed to say without making any weird noises. “Is that normal? I mean, is it because your mother is a Valbjorn? I thought all Seraphim worship Valtar.”

Noct paused her self-grooming, her gaze turning faraway as she seemed to deeply contemplate Jadis’ question. As she waited, Dys couldn’t help but wonder what she might have done if she had known Noct better when she entered the bathhouse. If Meli had walked through those doors, she was fairly certain she would have tossed all other considerations aside and openly invited the Dryad into the pool with her and Alex. If it had been Maeve instead, she might have gotten an invitation as well, Jadis realized as she mulled the question over. Noct was, however beautiful she might be, not someone Jadis had spent much time with, so no strong feelings were there.

That said, Jadis was wondering if maybe she should at least open the door to a potential liaison, just to see if that was anything either of them were interested in…

Dys jolted out of her reverie, pulling her brain out of such thoughts. Her desire was clearly being influenced by the fact that she was having sex with Alex at that very moment. Better to wait until she wasn’t so lewdly distracted to review such important considerations. Even if Noct was very pretty and had a serious goth dominatrix thing going on with her bizarre leather strap armor…

A shudder ran through Dys as she felt Alex’s tentacles become erratic in their thrusting penetration. Their twisting, sliding, slick and steely softness within her was making her toes curl and her cock jerk in time with their tempo. Sucking in a deep breath while biting the inside of her cheek, Dys concentrated on nothing but keep her own rising orgasm from tipping over the edge as she felt the first pulse of Alex’s seed shoot inside of her.

“Guard secret.”

Dys blinked, her vision gone hazy either from the steam or the tears of strain in her eyes. Focusing as best she could on Noct, she took several calming breaths before responding to the Seraphim’s words.

“You’re guarding a secret for Charos?” she asked in an unintentionally husky tone.

Noct shook her head, pausing for a moment before continuing.

“No. My secret. Charos protects. Priesthood aids.”

Dys really was trying to pay attention to the other woman. She really was. But the feeling of Alex pouring what had to be several cups worth of cum into her ass made it pretty much impossible for her to properly focus on what the dark haired warrior was saying. Tilting her head to the side in an affectation of thought, Dys closed her eyes and waited out the remainder of Alex’s virile orgasm. Once she felt the Demon inside her slow, she took a deep and shuddering breath before turning back to Noct.

“I can’t imagine what secrets Charos would help with,” Dys said. “Doesn’t seem like his style. Secrets are my patron’s thing, so if you’ve got one, I’m surprised you haven’t turned to D for help if that’s what you need.”

Dys wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying. She hadn’t given much thought to her response, just said the first thing that came to mind. She didn’t know anything about any secrets that Noct might have, and she definitely didn’t think she was the right person to be giving advice about hiding sensitive information. Regardless, she didn’t consider her opinion to be particularly agitating.

However, for some reason, Noct seemed to respond to Dys’ words strongly. Sitting up in her pool and inadvertently exposing her chest again, much to Dys’ consternation, Noct opened her mouth in what Jadis guessed would be a verbal admonishment. Perhaps even a “fuck off” moment. However, just as Noct puffed up to her largest, she froze. Unmoving, she stared at Dys, making her wonder if the red-eyed woman had discovered what she and Alex were doing. Then, instead of storming out of the room or cursing Dys out, Noct slowly deflated. Sinking back into the water, the Seraphim practically disappeared under the lip of the pool, just her hair and the tips of her wings showing.

It was good timing, too, because Alex had chosen that moment to insert three twisted-together tentacles into Dys’ gushing core.

Dys’s forehead slammed against her forearms as she felt Alex drill into her. The Demon clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. She could have focused on herself and fucked Dys’ ass raw just to get that third climax for the ritual and Jadis would have been more than satisfied. For fuck’s sake, she loved it when her lovers experienced orgasm. There was nothing better than watching her women lose themselves completely in the embrace of a mind-blowing climax. But Alex was a good girl. So clearly, now that she had experienced her fun, she felt it was Dys’ turn.

Lifting her spinning head, Dys swallowed dryly as her efforts to stave off her own peak began to fall apart completely. Raising her gaze when she had turned out to be timely, at least, as Noct rose up from her pool a few moments later. Letting out a small sigh, the Seraphim brushed the wet hair away from her left eye so that she could give Dys a full and direct look.

“My secret,” Noct said as she placed one hand against her chest. “Not Seraphim.”

It took a few seconds for what Noct had said to penetrate her densely fogged thoughts. When she had, Dys swallowed again, doing her best to ignore the shaking in her limbs. What Noct had just said felt like it deserved a response, even if she was in no kind of mental condition to give one.

“That’s… unexpected,” Dys spoke in a tone close to a growl. “I… what does that mean?”

Noct’s face never wavered. Her flat, almost cold expression stayed the same as she stared back silently. Then, she opened her mouth, and Dys couldn’t help but notice just how sharp the other woman’s teeth were.

“Va—”

The sound of the bathhouse doors opening loudly rang out in the almost empty space and Noct’s mouth snapped shut. She looked over to see Kerr and Severina hurry into the room, the two women deep in an argument.

“I’ve already got enough gunk in my feathers with all this dye,” Sev was complaining. “How did you manage to spill a whole platter of meat and gravy on my wings! Your talent for creating messes is truly uncanny.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry,” Kerr responded in a not entirely apologetic voice. “I came to help clean you up, didn’t I?”

Jadis presumed the two were disrobing and diving into the running hot waterfalls to start cleaning up, just as planned. She could only presume, though, as Dys didn’t have the wherewithal to look at what her reinforcements were doing. The sudden entrance of the pair had been so distracting that she had lost complete control of her body, and her orgasm was surging through her like a white-hot light.

“Later,” Noct said after a moment.

Giving Dys an apologetic look, the winged woman pulled her dripping form out of the pool and made her way over to Kerr and Severina. Seconds later, she was helping the paladin clean the gunk out of her feathers. In the meantime, Dys just focused on keeping her mouth shut as she poured buckets of cum directly into Alex’s welcoming womb.

As Dys stared into the middle distance, nostrils flared and teeth unobtrusively biting her arm, a shadow passed in front of her clouded vision. A moment later, the familiar sight of Kerr’s beautiful and naked pussy filled her view. A clawed hand gently ran through her hair as her therion lover crouched shamelessly in front of her and spoke with a grin in her voice.

“Doing alright there, big stuff?”

“Ritual… complete…” Dys croaked out before slipping fully under the water’s surface.