Rebirth of the Nephilim

When Jadis returned to the small temple dedicated to Lyssandria later that evening, she immediately split her bodies away from each other and set about attending to three different undertakings at once. The first of those was to spend time with Alex and Hope. Her loving demonic mate and her cute little demon-spawn of a daughter were always on Jadis’ mind, and she took every opportunity available to dote on them with the love and care that they deserved. She was kept busy throughout most of the day and thus couldn’t spend as much time with Alex and Hope as she would have preferred, but Jadis always made sure to set aside time each evening where she could play with her daughter uninterrupted.

The second task was to find Sorcha and help the little goblin with some wand crafting. Her witchy lover had been given some ideas for ingredients and their uses by Amarantha, and Sorcha wanted help getting them put together to see what might be possible. Just like with Hope, Jadis refused to let her daytime duties take away her precious alone time with her loved ones, so she made sure to join the witch and help her with her project. She had even brought some elk antlers that Kreios had given her, just to see if Sorcha could make any new wands with the bony material.

The last thing Jadis wanted to focus on was reviewing some of the findings that Sabina and Tiernan had uncovered in the Nephilim archive with Aila. There were too many important duties that needed to be addressed on a daily basis as they neared the planned date of the official launch of the military campaign against Kastoria, so not everyone could go to the Hall of Memories every day. Aila had stayed behind that morning, but Sabina and Tiernan had gone to the mountain and they had brought an artifact with them.

Sabina had had the idea to bring the helmet Jadis had received as a gift from the dragon Korsregon so she could show it to Techne. With the item as a frame of reference, the Golem had been able to look up multiple books that had been written by or regarding enchanters who had been involved in the creation of items just like the helmet, and then translate them with a speed only a tireless being of magic and stone would be able to. A lot of progress had been made that day towards creating some truly powerful illusion-based enchantments, and Jadis wanted to convey that info to Aila so that she could keep abreast of the developments.

On a more personal and practical note, Sabina had gone up a level in her Passionate Smith class, taking it from twenty-nine to thirty. Jadis would have thought her half-elf lover’s enchanter class would have gone up a few levels first, but she had been doing more study than actual crafting, so she probably wasn’t getting as much experience as she would be if she were to take a more active role. What had pushed her smith class up a level had been a relatively minor repair job Sabina had done for Meli’s grandmother, involving a pair of copper metal sheers that were probably older than a majority of the nations in power across Oros.

Since Sabina had leveled and put her two free attribute points into Focus, Jadis wanted to inform Aila so she could add the data to her journal before the change was unintentionally overlooked.

It was Jadis’ Syd self who had split off from the rest of her to seek out Aila, and thus it was her Syd self who stood still and silent just outside of one of the small side rooms that lined the hallway of the second floor of the temple that had been given over to Fortune’s Favored for the duration of their stay in Thracina. While Jadis and all of her lovers slept inside a single large room that could accommodate them all, the priestess in charge of the temple had fully devoted the whole second story to them out of respect. Jadis had only given the other rooms cursory glances, since the main room and the side room where Hope slept were all that truly concerned her. The room behind the particular door Syd had come to a stop before was a large storage closet, she wasn’t fairly certain. Not a place where anyone would spend much time, unless they were looking for preserved incense or clay pots of sacramental oils.

Definitely not the place Syd had expected to hear the sounds of fevered fucking coming from.

Tilting her head to one side, Syd smirked at the telltale rhythmic clap of sweaty flesh on flesh. She could recognize that particular song anywhere, and she even knew the source based on the specific tempo. Aila had a strong, commanding thrust that was just fast enough to make knees wobble, but not so speedy that the pace could be called frenetic. Steady and powerful.

Jadis had performed the ritual to give the redhead a cock a night or two ago, hadn’t she? A semi-regular request; one which Jadis was always happy to fulfill for any of her lovers. The question was… who was Aila using that big dick of hers on?

Gently pushing on the door with one finger, Syd found that it was neither locked nor latched. An oversite that was unlike the normally details-oriented mage, but an understandable one. Jadis didn’t often think straight when she was in a hot and bothered mood, either. Easing the door open a few more inches, Syd ducked her head low enough to see inside and grinned broadly at the sight that greeted her.

There were days when Jadis loved having multiple lovers. And then there were days when she really loved having multiple lovers.

Aila was standing at the back of the large storage close, back to the door. The long blue skirt she had been wearing that morning was around her feet, and her beautiful bare ass and legs were fully visible. She still wore the white buttoned shirt, but even from behind Syd could see that the shirt had been unbuttoned, and Aila’s pert breasts were no doubt bare to the warm and humid air. Her long hair trailed all the way down to the top of her tight rear, and as her hips moved in that steady, relentless pace, Aila’s banner of red waved in time to her thrusts.

Beyond the mage was a familiar naked form, bent over at the waist and pressed against a stack of wooden crates. They gray-furred tail that Aila had grasped in her right hand left no doubt as to identity, though Jadis would have recognized the swell of Kerr’s ass regardless.

The therion’s pants were around her ankles, and the red shirt she had been wearing that morning was hanging from a nearby shelf. Kerr’s hands and face were pressed up against the crates, and a peculiar scraping sound that Syd had not been able to identify before proved to be the product of the therion’s right horn rubbing against the wood. Kerr’s left horn was being tugged on by Aila as the woman used the convenient handhold for leverage.

Sweat glistened on their bare skin in the light of a dim lantern, telling Syd that the two had been going at it for a while. How long exactly, she couldn’t be sure, but the smell of sex was permeating the windowless space. Even without the enticing vision of lust on display before her, the scent alone was enough to get Syd excited. She hadn’t planned on getting into anything lewd that night, at least not right away, but her priorities were rapidly shifting.

Easing the door open while giving thanks to the local priestesses for keeping the hinges oiled, Syd snuck inside the storeroom without being noticed by her two fornicating lovers. Closing it behind her, Syd crossed her arms and leaned against the door, a silly grin on her face as she continued to watch the spectacle.

Aila continued to plow into Kerr, maintaining her steady rhythm without pause. The physical display was impressive, doubly so considering the redhead barely had any points put into her physical stats at all. Showing off her core strength in a way that would make any athlete proud, Aila leaned forward so that her lips were near Kerr’s beastlike ears without missing a beat.

“Are you going to apologize?” Aila panted hot breath against the archer’s fur.

“No…” Kerr moaned, her voice dripping with unrepentant lust.

The next slap of Aila’s hips against Kerr’s ass was particularly vicious.

“I told you, I expect an apology,” Aila growled as she yanked a bit on Kerr’s horn, which only seemed to make the therion groan even more lewdly. “You need to say you, ah, you are sorry, or I’m going to be really upset with you.”

“Koza,” Kerr moaned out a curse. “We, ah, wouldn’t want, mm, that, would we?”

“No, you don’t,” Aila murmured before straightening her back.

As she righted herself, Aila brought Kerr up with her, keeping the other woman’s back pressed against her chest. With both arms wrapped around the therion’s torso, she stood at her full height while keeping her long shaft fully sheathed inside Kerr’s core. With the archer’s feet dangling several inches off the ground, Aila continued to pound her cock into Kerk from behind, making the wicked woman yelp in pleasure.

Syd felt her already stiff cock harden within her pants further as she watched her favorite redhead manhandle her favorite slut. It was an erotic display, one that she used every ounce of concentration available to her to imprint onto her memories so that she would never forget the sexy vision for the rest of her life. It was also a scene that she knew wouldn’t last. Aila was naturally fit and strong, but she didn’t have the staying power to hold such a physically demanding position for long. Whether Kerr recognized that as well, or was just at her own limit, Syd couldn’t tell. But after only a few hard thrusts, the therion began moaning out a very different response from before.

“Ty prav! You are so, so right!” Kerr groaned as she writhed against Aila, her voice thick with lewd desire. “I’m so sorry, I’ll—fuck! I’ll do better! I promise I will!”

“I bet you will,” Aila panted. “Now get on your knees.”

Letting the therion’s feet touch the floor again, Aila’s cock slipped free of Kerr’s pussy as the redhead took a slight step back. Falling to her knees, Kerr spun around and grabbed at the base of the thick shaft, pressing Aila’s dripping cock against her face so that her left eye was completely covered by the throbbing member.

Taking hold of one of Kerr’s horns in one hand, Aila held the slutty archer in place as she rubbed the head of her cock across the therion’s face. With her right hand, the mage rapidly stroked herself, letting out little grunts that Syd recognized as Aila having reached the limit of her endurance. After a few more moments, Aila let out a gasp of unrestrained pleasure as she began to release her pent-up seed all over Kerr’s face.

Syd didn’t have the best view of the facial Aila was giving Kerr, not from her position at the other end of the room. However, the sight of the lewd archer’s sexy form kneeling between the redhead’s spread legs as ropes of white cum dripped down onto her bare chest only to further splatter across her sweaty thighs was an erotic delight that Jadis was glad to have all to herself.

Eventually, Aila’s breathing slowed as her climax tapered out. Standing over Kerr for a few seconds longer, Syd watched as the mage moved her hips in such a way that convinced her that Aila was smearing the cum around Kerr’s face with the tip of her cock. Not a stretch of the imagination, since Aila had done the same to her not too many nights ago.

“Now,” Aila said, her breathing still heavy, “next time you accompany me to a senatorial debate, you keep your hands to yourself, understood?”

“Mm, of course,” Kerr agreed. “Next time, I’ll do better. I’ll use my tongue.”

“Kerr—!”

“Hold that thought, Blue,” Kerr cut Aila off as she used a hand on the mage’s hip to force her to take a step to the side. “I need to ask Jadis a question.”

“Jadis!?” Aila whipped around, her long cock bobbing and sending a string of seed flying across the floor. “How long have you been here!?”

“Long enough,” Syd grinned at the surprised expression on her redheaded lover’s face. “Wow. Nice paint job.”

The magister had really done a number on Kerr. Thick seed dripped across the archer’s face, giving her a coating of sticky goo that would have looked over the top in most hentai cartoon’s that Jadis had watched back on Earth. Jadis wasn’t entirely sure what Kerr had done to rile the mage up, but Aila had released a far bigger load than she was normally capable of. Once again, Jadis lamented the lack of cameras on Oros.

Letting her long tongue flick out and lick up some of the seed dripping across her lips, Kerr grinned toothily at Syd.

“Thank you. I’m thinking I should get Aila to do this for me tomorrow morning, before I go out for the day. See if any of the priestesses around here have the stones to comment before I make it to the front door.”

“Absolutely not,” Aila stated emphatically while taking hold of one of Kerr’s horns again. “You almost got us in enough trouble earlier today. No. Public. Displays.”

“But private shows are fine, right?” Kerr grinned up at the redhead.

“…to a degree,” Aila agreed as she have Syd a look that made her cock jump.

“Anyway, stop distracting me with that énorme bite,” Kerr chided before quickly nipping at Aila’s member and making the mage yelp. “I have to talk to Jadis for a second.”

Getting to her feet and kicking her fallen pants away, Kerr traipsed over to Syd, giving not a single care for the mess she left in her wake as Aila’s load dripped down her body. Stopping in front of her, Kerr began the motion to kneel again, then seemed to realize that doing so would but her out of easy reach of Syd’s crotch, and elected to stand. With practiced ease, she undid the button and ties that held the front of Syd’s pants together and extracted the pale monument of turgid lust from its constricting confines. With a tender, almost reverent touch, Kerr ran her tongue from base to tip, stopping only once she had reached the sensitive underside of Syd’s crown.

“I thought you said you had a question for Jadis,” Aila said with a wry tone as she stepped up next to Kerr and put her own lips against the side of Syd’s cock.

“I do,” Kerr agreed as she continued to worship the monstrous pillar of flesh before her. “But I can multitask.”

“You can,” Syd agreed. “But you get distracted easily, too. Also, if you keep that up, I’m going to fuck any thoughts you might be having right out of you for the next few hours.”

“Mm, sounds good to me,” Kerr giggled. “Aila and I only just got started.”

“Just started,” the redhead quietly scoffed, but otherwise kept her freckled face rubbing against Syd’s cock like an affectionate cat. “That’s certainly one way of putting it…”

Kerr took a few more seconds to lavish Syd with attention, but eventually her eyes found focus, and she locked her heated gaze with Syd’s.

“Not to spoil the mood we have going here, but my question is more of a request. Do you think you could fly me over the Verdant Sea to see my father tomorrow?”

Jadis had to admit, she had not been expecting to be asked that question while Kerr was sucking on her cock.