Rebirth of the Nephilim

The soft sigh of contentment that slipped free from Jay’s lips merged with the pleasured moan that came her redhaired lover. No matter how familiar the sound had come to be, Jadis still delighted at the lewd tone and, seeking to hear it again, moved her fingers in a way that brought forth the exact same note from Aila as before. Grinning with self-satisfaction, Jay squeezed her lover’s back tight against her chest, one hand cupping her breast, just to feel more of her precious soulmate’s warmth against her skin.

“Are you, mm, teasing me?” Aila asked breathlessly.

“No,” Jay refuted the notion. “I’m enjoying you.”

A delicate hand with long fingers slid up the side of Jay’s neck, entangling into her partially unbraided hair. Aila’s thumb moved smoothly along the edge of her ear, tracing the curved line in a way that made Jay shiver.

“It feels like you’re teasing me,” the mage whispered.

“It’s okay to be wrong sometimes,” Jay teased before plunging two fingers deeper inside her lover’s core.

The two were lying on their sides, Jay serving as the bigger spoon as always. While Aila possessed a cock, having not dismissed the appendage in several weeks by that point, Jay was paying the turgid member no mind. Instead, her right hand had pushed the shaft to the side, and her fingers were languidly toying with Aila’s beautiful pussy. Two fingers slipped deep inside, curling and pressing hard in just the right spot that she knew would make Aila’s legs quiver. The delicious heat and slick sensation of her lover’s tunnel was almost addicting, and Jay felt her own cock strain with need to return to the familiar warmth of Aila’s loving core. However, Jay resisted the growing temptation, letting her erection strain unheeded. After all, she had told Aila the truth. Jay wasn’t teasing her.

She was teasing herself.

As Aila softly moaned, her body undulated against Jay, slick and sweaty flesh gliding smoothly across her. Her long and sexy legs moved back and forth in a sometimes arhythmic fashion, with Jay’s throbbing shaft caught between them. The rubbing of thighs and calves across her member was torturous, but Jay refused to shift her position. She was simply having too much fun toying with her favorite redhead. The sound. The smell. The touch. The utterly erotic view. All that was missing was a taste.

Pulling her right had free from where it had been trapped between Aila’s thighs prompted a keening moan from the arcanist, but Jay had to satisfy her own urge. One long finger slipped into her mouth and, at the sweet and salty taste of her lover, she moaned in nearly orgasmic delight. When she popped the digit free, she offered the second sticky finger to Aila. The thrill that went up Jay’s spine as the freckled beauty took her into her mouth and sucked her clean was almost enough to convince Jay to throw Aila onto her front and rut her cock into her like a beast.

Almost.

Slipping her hand back down to Aila’s core, Jay firmly grasped her rigid cock and gave the shaft a few quick jerks. The response was immediately gratifying, and Jadis grinned at the way Aila’s hips jerked forward in time with her movements. When Jay’s hand went back to her pussy, the redhead tried to keep jerking her hips forward, seeking needed friction, but Jay used her strength to hold her in place while her fingers resumed their slow exploration of familiar territory.

“You are teasing me,” Aila groaned as one of her hands groped roughly at Jay’s breast, squeezing her taut nipple.

“No, you tease me,” Jay insisted as her finger movements increased in speed and fervor. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you? All day, every day, I want to make love to you. When I see you lying next to me first thing in the morning, when I see your wet hair after a bath, when your shirt is hanging open loosely, when you’re bending over a table to grab a bite to eat, when you’re sitting at your desk doing paperwork, when you’re in the training yard casting spells, when I see you alone, or with others, or walking down the street, or standing in the great hall of a grand temple… A part of me is always thinking about how much I want to fuck you right then and there.”

Aila didn’t answer right away, her soft, panting moans having grown in frequency. However, one of her hands did slip down and took hold of Jay’s cock, her long fingers running up the underside of her shaft, only coming to a stop when she reached the crown.

“I think, nnhn, we both, mm, know which part of y—you that is.”

“That’s just the symptom,” Jay purred. “The source is a lot deeper.”

“For me… for me, too,” Aila groaned, her gasp sending thrills through Jay’s brain. “I want you so much, ah, it hurts.”

“Every day?”

“Every second,” Aila admitted on a whimpered breath. “Always. Every second.”

“Even when—”

“Everywhere,” her bonded lover insisted. “Always. No matter what.”

“What if I really did lose control and fucked you on top of Lyssandria’s altar, in front of all those priests and priestesses, paladins, guards… the whole congregation?”

“I’d kill you,” Aila moaned and pressed herself hard against Jay. “Then I’d take you home and make you fuck me some more.”

“I can live with that,” Jay grinned.

Taking hold of Aila’s right leg under the knee, Jay dragged the redhead up her body while simultaneously spreading her core wide open. Sliding her left hand down Aila’s trembling stomach, she bypassed her stiff erection and instead used her fingers to guide the tip of her own cock so that it was pressed up against the entrance to Aila’s dripping tunnel. The heat of her core was intoxicating, and Jay couldn’t help the tiny jerk of her hips that rubbed her crown against her lover’s velvet folds.

Aila’s pleasured cry of desperation was cut off as Jay used the altered position to capture the mage’s lips, her tongue delving deep at the same moment as her cock pressed hard against her quivering opening and dove into her welcoming tightness.

Jay didn’t thrust deep. Her cockhead was all that entered Aila, a bulbous intrusion that was enveloped completely by her scalding heat. She did move, though, jerking her hips in tiny thrusts that were timed to the pulsing beat of her own lust. Aila did not break their kiss, but between needy sucks on Jay’s tongue, she released a wailing moan that announced her climax in time with her shaking body.

Keeping Aila’s leg held up with her arm under her knee, Jay quickly grabbed hold of the base of Aila’s cock with her right hand, giving her lover the friction that she so desperately needed. Jay’s other hand cupped the end of Aila’s shaft, capturing not all, but a growing pool of the seed that was spilling out of her tip.

As Aila’s hands shudderingly roamed through Jay’s hair, her own orgasm washed over her not like a typhoon, but as a warm bath, a relaxing, relieving release that while lacking the explosive vigor of other climaxes, still possessed all of the same unending passion. With only her cockhead inserted, Jay’s member pulsed inside of Aila, filling her womb with a flood of cum that was soon overflowing out of her netherlips. Jay kept bucking, her light thrusts companion to her pulses, drawing out her own pleasure just as much as Aila’s.

When both of their climaxes eventually came to their ends, Jay and Aila lay panting together, satisfied and glowing in their exhaustion. Forcing a final twitch out of her exhausted lover, Jay’s milked Aila’s cock on more time, squeezing from base to tip, getting the last drop of her cum from her flagging member. Carefully cupping her treasure in one hand, Jay brought the glistening seed up to her own lips and drank.

“You really like the taste that much?” Aila asked tiredly as she watched the lewd display from only inches away. “My… seed isn’t as sweet as yours.”

“I like the taste because it’s you,” Jay replied as she licked her palm and fingers clean. “But if you’re worried about your flavor, I’m sure we can get some pineapples from somewhere.”

“What’s a pineapple?” Aila carefully pronounced the unfamiliar word.

“A fruit from Earth that has the effect of making cum taste sweeter.”

“That sounds… utterly bizarre,” Aila let out a tired laugh as she settled herself more comfortably on her side while making no attempt to remove Jay’s cockhead from her pussy. “I’ve never heard of anything like that before.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean there isn’t a similar fruit on Oros,” Jay finished licking and began to nuzzle the side of Aila’s face. “I’ll just have to fly around everywhere gathering samples, have you try them, and then taste test the result. We’ll figure out which fruit has the right effect eventually.”

“Is that really how you plan on spending your time?” Aila turned slightly and gave Jay one of her typical cold looks.

“Alright, well, consider it a side mission,” Jay sighed in resignation before perking up again. “Actually, maybe there are some books in the archive that give some ideas. If anyone is going to have information on fruits that make your cum taste sweeter, I bet it’ll be the Nephilim.”

“I can’t even argue with that point,” Aila muttered.

Aila might or might not have thought that Jadis was joking about finding that fruit, but Jadis had decided that she was entirely serious about the notion. Not because she felt as though Aila’s taste needed improvement, but because the goal itself was an entirely superfluous one. Jadis desperately wanted to do some exploring that didn’t involve wars, or even life and death struggles. Yes, she still felt the responsibility to help defeat the Demon Lord and end the cycle, and she had no intention of running away from her promises and commitments. However, she did want to have some fun with her new life in a magical world, too. She wanted to visit strange lands, explore ruinous dungeons, and see wonders that couldn’t exist anywhere else in the universe.

And if she happened to find the Oros version of a pineapple along the way, why not take advantage?

There were at least two pressing, time-sensitive issues that Jadis had to deal with first before she could throw all of her lovers onto an airship and fly off to adventure, though. The first was, frustratingly, the Duke Colgrave concern. Fortunately, with Elodie’s information and Maeve’s devious cunning, a plan had been formed that very afternoon, not hours after their return from the royal tea party. Yes, if everything went according to plan, Jadis wouldn’t have to worry about Duke Colgrave for a long time. Possibly ever again.

The other pending issue, however, was out of Jadis’ hands entirely.

“Jadis? Aila?”

Jay was pulled out of her thoughts by Eir’s sweet and slightly out of breath voice. As both she and Aila looked up from where they lay together on one side of the colossal bed intended to hold all of Jadis and her lovers combined, they saw the entirely naked elf standing on the sheets before them. Eir had been involved with Dys, Sabina, and Meli earlier that evening and, somehow, Jadis had lost track of her lewd little saint for the past half hour or so. Not really surprising, considering the flurry of lascivious activity going on in the room. After all, Jadis only had so many eyes, ears, and mouths to keep track of all of her lovers.

By the look of her wet and tousled purple hair, Eir had gone into the bathroom to wash up. However, judging by the pair of rigid appendages that were sticking up from her crotch, the dual-cocked elf was still feeling needy even after all the fun she had been having earlier in the night.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Eir asked in a way that somehow managed to sound both innocent and excruciatingly lewd.

Taking a moment to look at each other, Jay and Aila turned to look up at Eir and answered in unison.

“We don’t mind at all.”

With grasping hands, Jay and Aila pulled their lovely saint down onto the pillows, forcing first a surprised shriek from her, then a delighted moan. Hands and mouths soon traversed the two red phalluses the lewd saint was sporting that night, each woman taking one of the cocks for herself. Somehow, despite their rough maneuver, Jay still managed to keep her cockhead inside of Aila’s tight core and, with the occasional small thrust, managed to draw music out of not just a saint, but a master mage as well. As Jay lay partially on top of her freckled lover, her tip incased in wonderful liquid heat while her tongue ran along the underside of Eir’s upper shaft, she had a thought that found a voice between loving licks.

“You know, I wish everyone could have sex like this,” she murmured. “Even the people I don’t really like.”

“Why do you, ah, say that?” Eir blinked down at her before arching her back in response to something that Aila was doing with her fingers.

“Because if they were fucking like this every night, I bet they wouldn’t be so eager to do stupid shit and risk losing out on having mind-blowing sex.”

“Of course you’d think that,” Aila shook her head before applying her attention back to Eir.

“Hey,” Jay shrugged with a grin. “As the great philosopher once said, make love, not war.”