Rebirth of the Nephilim

“You know, I’ve been considering leaving the empire.”

Vraekae stared up at Dys, her red eyes partially hidden by the sweat-soaked hair that had fallen across her face. Her expression was the same cold mask that it always was, though the heat of their recent, or more accurately current, activities had brought a glow to her blue skin that could not be dampened. Shifting around slightly, the elf changed the way her arms were stretched above her head, tracing her hands along Syd’s length at a new angle.

“Put more pressure on the third rectus abdominal muscle with your left thumb.”

Dys did as instructed, and the resultant pressure caused both Vraekae and Jay to shiver at the result.

“Mm, the old Nephilim really knew their stuff, huh…”

“Most certainly,” the elf sighed as Dys continued her massage.

There was a minute or two of protracted silence as they both enjoyed the sensual sensations. Jadis got a bit lost in the moment, her mind relaxed into something close to jelly, but she snapped back to full attention when Vraekae finally responded to her earlier statement.

“Why do you wish to leave the empire?”

“I don’t, really,” Dys replied, her strong fingers kneading Vraekae’s stomach, waist, and hips. “I like it here. A lot of my favorite people are here. Despite some of the problems I have with a few of the nobility, I don’t think this is a bad place. There are a lot of people in positions of power who are genuinely trying to do good. Like you.”

“Thank you,” Vraekae said as she rolled her hips in way that made Jay curl her toes.

“Of course,” Dys smiled down at the elf. “All of that said, however… I have people I care about that I worry won’t be welcome in the empire. Especially if Prince Hraustrekr gets to be in charge. So, I’m not really thinking about leaving. I’m just thinking about the possibility, in case I’m left without other options.”

Both Vraekae and Jay let out another satisfied sigh as Dys found a good spot all on her own. The two took a moment to relish the feeling, sliding ever so slightly against each other for a minute or so before continuing their conversation.

“Where… would you go?” Vraekae asked around a suppressed groan.

Her hand movements had become less active, and Syd shifted a bit, her own desire not quenched. Vraekae started moving her fingers again, but Jadis could tell that the elf’s mind had become distracted. That was her own fault, really, since Jadis was the one to bring up an important subject in the middle of sex. But the thought had just come out of her. Sort of a pillow-talk effect, she supposed. If she didn’t implicitly trust Vraekae, she might have been concerned that she was saying too much. But since the magistrate was her friend and ally, Jadis didn’t see an issue.

Well, other than the fact that her Syd self was no longer getting a proper hand job.

“Not another nation,” Dys answered with assurance. “My own territory. I’m working out the details with a senator in Volto. Old Asteria.”

“Hm.”

Vraekae’s hands went still again, causing a bit of pent-up frustration for Jadis’ Syd body. That part of her hadn’t found any release yet that night, and she was getting somewhat antsy. The first thirty minutes of their liaison had been a thorough test of the structural integrity of Vraekae’s new bed, but that had mostly just been her Dys self doing the hard work, as it were. For the past twenty minutes, Jay and Vraekae had been enjoying one of the slower-paced techniques that had come from the Nephilim equivalent of a sex instruction book. With Jay lying on her back and Vraekae lying on top of her, fully sheathed within her depths, Dys had been massaging the elf’s body. Her touch was eliciting some wonderful pleasure responses that came from using a variety of pressure points combined with their physical joining. It was a weirdly erotic, yet relaxing, experience, and Jadis was enjoying herself immensely overall. Her Syd body, however, could only go hard for so long without some kind of relief.

Fortunately, Jadis had options open to her that no one else in the world shared.

Pulling away from Vraekae’s grasp, Syd scooted around so that she was kneeling directly above her Jay self, facing towards her feet. As she angled her cock down, Jay tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, giving her other body easy access to her wet and welcoming throat. Syd couldn’t help the hissing sigh of satisfaction that came out of her as she pressed herself deep into her other self. The slight tremble and gag that caused her own other body to squeeze her cock extra tight was heavenly, but Jadis made an effort to restrain her instinctive reactions. Instead of making an absolutely thorough mess out of her own face, she started a slow, almost gentle, humping motion that saw Syd’s length stretching out Jay’s throat in a rhythmic pattern that didn’t make too much noise.

“Shall we shelve this conversation for later?” Vraekae asked as she raised a pointed eyebrow while looking over her shoulder at what Syd was doing to Jay.

Syd leaned forward, hovering over the magistrate as she breathed in and out in time with her hip thrusts.

“I’m good at multi-tasking.”

“Very well,” Vraekae accepted Syd’s words and turned her attention back onto Dys.

The two of them continued to rub and gyrate against each other as Vraekae pondered Jadis’ idea. It was clear enough that she was giving the prospect serious thought, so Jadis gave the other woman the time she needed to think things through. It wasn’t hard to wait, not when she had such pleasant distractions to focus on. When Dys’ fingers found a pair of particularly sensitive spots on either side of Vraekae’s mons pubis, a deep shudder went through the elf. Jadis was familiar enough with the signs to recognize that Vraekae was climaxing, though she did so without any of the moans or cries of pleasure that would be expected from Jadis’ lovers. Vraekae was always in control, even when she was lost over the edge of an orgasm.

When Vraekae came down from her peak, she opened her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Taking Jay’s hands off of where they had been resting on her waist, the elf moved them to her smallish breasts. It took Jay no further encouragement to begin kneading the lovely pair, which drew out further sighs of contentment from Vraekae.

“As I would not wish to tread over a fine line that I am beholden to,” she started while gazing up at Dys, “I will not offer any advice pertaining to the possibility of founding an independent state. However, I will say that there have been many smaller nations over the centuries that have fissioned away from the empire, only to be reabsorbed at a later date. Some of the independent city states that can be found on the east coast of the continent are examples of this phenomenon. If you are seriously contemplating founding a separate territory, there are several books and other scholarly resources I would recommend you read. Particularly, the Accounts of Lieven the Fair. He was a Hero from many cycles ago who founded the precursor to the nation of Hieros.”

“Sounds good,” Dys grinned at Vraekae, speaking over the panting of her Syd self. “I’ll see how many of those books I can get from the university before I leave tomorrow.”

“I will give you a list,” Vraekae said, somewhat distractedly.

Turning her head slightly to get a better look at Syd, she asked a completely unrelated question to the topic at hand.

“Are you close?”

“Very,” Syd admitted as she continued to slide her shaft in and out of Jay’s mouth at an increasing pace.

“Let me,” Vraekae ordered, motioning with one hand.

Syd happily withdrew from her other self’s mouth, giving Jay a moment to breath before setting her rear over her face. Sucking her own cock was always nice, but Jadis loved licking her own pussy just as much and she didn’t seem to get the opportunity quite as often as she would have preferred. She really needed to take more time out of her busy schedule for self-loving.

Letting those thoughts fall away with her next breath, Syd focused on the amazing sensation of Vraekae’s lips and tongue playing across the underside of her cockhead. While Jadis normally preferred to bury herself deep within a warm, wet hole, there were lots of other ways to enjoy and be enjoyed. In this particular case, Vraekae all but devoured Syd’s cock without ever taking her fully within her mouth. The way her tongue played along the crown of her head made Syd’s already over-sensitive nerves thrum with tingling pleasure, and her pants soon turned to gasps as she felt her pressure reach a breaking point.

Syd’s hips jerked as she sprayed a powerful blast of seed from the tip of her cock. The position and angle was such that her first rope of cum splattered all over Dys’ arms and Vraekae’s stomach, coating them both in a thick white paint. Syd didn’t let the next miss its mark. Taking her length in hand, she angled her cock down and made sure to cover Vraekae’s delicate face with her next climactic convulsion. She continued to gasp and pant as she released her wave of seed onto the elf’s body, giving the magistrate a thorough dousing of her sweet-smelling cum. When she finished a minute later, Syd leaned back on her haunches to admire her handy work.

Vraekae was soaked from crown to navel, pearlescent goo stringing out across her front in a pattern worthy of the most expensive of modern art. Jay’s hands had not escaped the lewd coating, and when she lifted her palms off of Vraekae’s breasts, she left behind a literal negative impression where the elf’s blue skin was untouched by Syd’s hot seed.

Jadis was once again reminded that she really, truly, earnestly needed Sabina to invent a camera.

Wiping a bit of cum out of her left eye, Vraekae licked her finger clean before repeating the same action for her right eye. Once her vision was clear, she reached up and squeezed a few more pearly drops from the tip of Syd’s still hovering cock, causing Syd to shiver.

“I would further suggest you limit the number of people that you reveal your ambitions to,” Vraekae picked up the conversation where she left off, acting as though she wasn’t covered in Nephilim jizz. “At least until you are in a more secure position. Some might seek to take advantage.”

“That’s actually kind of giving me advice there, Vraekae,” Dys teased as she tweaked one of the elf’s blue nipples. “Careful.”

“No more than an observation of prudence,” the magistrate stated before rolling her hips in a way that made Jay groan. “A trifle of operational security. You will tell all of your lovers of your plan, of course.”

“Naturally,” Dys agreed before succumbing to temptation and leaning forward to lick some of the cum off Vraekae’s stomach. “I’ve actually already talked some ideas over with Severina.”

“After her return from her recent visit?”

“Yup,” Dys confirmed after another lick.

“Did she dissuade you?”

“No,” Dys said, sitting upright again as she gazed down at Vraekae. “She was actually pretty encouraging of the idea. Why? You thought she would try to stop me?”

“No, I did not,” Vraekae stated mildly.

After a moment, Vraekae shifted a bit and sat upright so that she was no longer laying on her back on top of Jay but straddling her hips. The elf leaned towards Dys, causing the strings of cum that still decorated her body to slide down in en masse. Placing a hand on Dys’ shoulder, she spoke in an even more serious tone than she typically used.

“Whether you choose to found an independent territory or not, I ask that you do all that you can to keep any holdings that you possess outside of the compound here in Eldingholt a secret. Do so, at least until I am able to confirm with absolute certainty the culprit behind the attack made against the compound.”

“You think that whoever did it can reach me and everyone else all the way in Old Asteria?” Dys asked, her own tone just as serious.

“I do not discount the possibility.”

“Alright,” Dys nodded. “I promise. I’ll make sure to keep everything about what I’m doing and where I’m doing it a secret.”

“Good,” Vraekae stated, her tone relaxing.

Leaning away from Dys, Vraekae swung her hips around, performing a full one-hundred-and-eighty-degree rotation while Jay’s cock was still sheathed within her core. Arching her back so that her chest was pressed against Jay’s front and her lips were mere centimeters from one of her pale nipples, Vraekae looked back over her shoulder while using a hand to spread her ass cheeks apart.

“Now, we still need to visit Cobbler before I send you home for the night. Make haste and put your best effort forward, would you? I have a city council meeting that I must attend in the morning.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Dys murmured a moment before showing Vraekae exactly what kind of haste she could make.