Rebirth of the Nephilim

“Oh, Cora,” Estelle moaned before her voice became muffled.

“Shh,” Cora whispered a few moments later. “No one’s going to come to the roof for hours, but that doesn’t mean people can’t hear us if you get noisy. Unless you want someone to overhear us, you wicked slut.”

“I’m not—”

Again, Estelle’s words were muffled, any response she was going to make lost to what was likely a pair of plush lips attached to one of the more perverted priestesses in Lyssandria’s High Temple. The sound of stifled moans mixed with the far less audible yet no less titillating noises of tongues and bodies rubbing against each other in deeply stimulating ways. The occasional hiccup of pleasure and slide of boots on the stone rooftop sent the imagination running wild, though in truth, there were only so many positions the two lovers could be engaged in without falling to the floor.

Jadis couldn’t help but imagine those limited yet limitlessly erotic positions as she leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the central docking tower that had been built on top of the roof. The sounds Cora and Estelle were making as they pursued their clandestine liaison were the sorts that made her own chest heave with desire. Fortunately, she had someone far more distracting to occupy her attention on her own side of the roof.

Bridget’s eyes burned like dark coals flecked with orange flame as she stared up at Syd. Well accustomed to her size, the flame-bodied orc had swallowed Syd’s cock all the way to the root, engulfing her full shaft in living fire. With nose buried against pelvis, Bridget did not move up and down, but instead massaged Syd with her throat, swallowing over and over again while maintaining her unblinking gaze.

The sensation was beyond exotic. Living fire was almost like liquid, but far firmer, smooth and silky without wetness, and was so hot Syd was sweating yet the high temperature did not burn. Feeling Bridget’s throat muscles moving like a wave across her cock was intoxicating under normal circumstances. In flamesoul form, there was no comparison.

The previous night, Maeve had spent at least two hours playing around with Syd and the others, transforming her body into various materials just to see how it would feel. From metal to mousse, Syd had suffered under the teasing touch of her wicked Fetch spymaster, achieving release only after Maeve was herself satisfied with her experiments. Syd had then fucked the laughing shapeshifter into a literal puddle of goo, which had been an enjoyable experience for everyone involved, and was something Jadis planned on doing as often as possible in the future. Still, despite their lewd experiments, Maeve had not truly gone all the way with Jadis in any of her alternate material forms. Yes, she had soaked her crotch with whipped cream and molten steel, but she hadn’t really had sex with her, either. In fact, when Syd had finally leapt on top of her, Maeve had reverted to her usual orange format in order to accept her well-deserved pounding. Whether that was due to instinct of the Fetch just wanting to tease Jadis further by not letting her indulge in the extreme sensations she had touched her with earlier was hard to say. Regardless, Syd had only received a taste of what Maeve was capable of the previous night.

Bridget was far less coquettish with her abilities.

Syd hissed as Bridget’s head finally began to bob up and down, her tight throat and soft lips burning hot along her shaft. While she made no more noise than sharp intakes of breath through her nose, the warrior was hardly passive in her actions. Twisting her head from one side to the other as she bobbed, Bridget sucked wildly, acting as though she had ever intention of bringing Syd to climax as quickly as possible. So intense were her actions that for a moment Syd worried that her lover was trying to speed things up, perhaps out of concern that they would be caught, or because she didn’t like sharing the rooftop with Cora and Estelle.

Then Syd tilted her head to the side and saw the way Bridget had both of her hands working hard between her own legs and she was reassured of her ardent lover’s passionate horniness.

“Ah! Cora! Please,” Estelle’s voice squeaked in the background.

“No,” the priestess replied in a rough and lustful tone. “I like feeling you drip down my thigh.”

The moan that escaped Syd’s throat mirrored the one that rippled across her cock. Breathing sharply, Syd grinned at the way Bridget’s burning eyes were half-lidded, the woman clearly lost either in the act of sucking Jadis off, or in the wanton and illicit deed of eavesdropping on the two lovers and their obscene banter.

Was it wrong for them to listen in on Estelle and Cora’s private moment? Jadis pondered the question, then dismissed it just as quickly as it came. If the two wanted true privacy, they had their room to utilize for as much as they wanted. Being heard while fucking in a public place was a risk that the participants had to be willing to accept, else stick with safer play.

Besides, Jadis had no doubt that the two had overheard Jadis and her lovers fucking plenty of times around the compound. Turn about was fair play, after all.

As things between Cora and Estelle heated up on the other side of the roof, Bridget’s motions became increasingly erratic. Jadis knew her lover well enough that she didn’t feel the need to check to know that Bridget’s fingers were likely working overtime between her thighs. With such distractions on her mind, the fiery warrior wasn’t tending to Syd’s own passions with the same level of skill as earlier, even if her actions were no less enthusiastic. If Bridget was too busy rushing towards her own climax to suck her cock properly, Syd saw no reason not to take her own approaching orgasm in hand for herself.

Literally.

Grabbing hold of either side of Bridget’s head, Syd held her lover firmly in place before thrusting her hips forward, shoving the full length of her shaft all the way down the orc’s gullet. With flaming lips pressed hard against her groin, Syd held Bridget in place, breathing hard through her nose as she gave her a questioning look.

When Bridget took one hand away from her burning pussy to take hold of Syd’s hips and attempt the impossible by pulling her closer, Jadis took the wordless action for the permission that it was.

The early morning sounds of the Fortune’s Favored compound were drowned out by the muted slap of Syd’s crotch against Bridget’s face as she roughly fucked the blazing warrior’s mouth. The choked grunts and muffled moans mixed in the air with the erotic noises being made by their unknowing neighbors as both Syd and Bridget rushed towards their awaiting climaxes. Jadis knew that her Syd self wouldn’t last long, and judging by the way Bridget was locking her knees together, she doubted she would be taking much longer either. For Syd, the tight, hot, smooth feeling of Bridget’s fire throat was simply too exotic a sensation to hold out against. For Bridget, Jadis knew that the warrior liked it rough, and was probably getting off on being handled so harshly. So, to make things even better for both of them, Syd hunched forward, pressed her head against the tower wall, and with fire in her own violet eyes, began to really face fuck her wanton lover.

“What was that noise?”

The breathless question that came from the other side of the roof made Syd’s heart leap up into her throat as she stopped all motion. Did she really care if Estelle or Cora caught her and Bridget fucking? Not really, no. But that didn’t mean that the idea of being caught didn’t set her nerves alight with the same fervor as Bridget’s burning body.

“Nothing,” Cora half gasped, half growled as she did something that made Estelle mewl with pleasure. “Just the wind shaking the tower. Now my bad girl and hold still or I’m going to have to tie you up.”

“…really?”

The hopeful tone in Estelle’s voice was enough to make Syd bite her lip. She had no idea how much it affected Cora, but she was willing to bet quite a lot considering the noises that followed. Glancing down, Syd saw that her own bad girl was squirming wildly, throat packed full of Nephilim cock as she gurgled helplessly.

“Just… a little… more…” Syd punctuated her whispered remarks with three firm thrusts. “Or can’t you handle a challenge anymore?”

The growl that Bridget managed in response was heaven on Syd’s member.

Crouching even lower, Syd began to hump Bridget’s face obscenely, not caring one bit how lewd she had to look as her eager orc bounced around between her legs. She was close. So very, very close, and she was going to reach her peak no matter what. The tension that had built inside her lower belly burned even hotter than Bridget’s throat and only her release could soothe her. Not quenched, never extinguished, but tamed for a time, however short it might be.

The sharp squeal that was muffled a second later was the last nudge Syd needed to fall over the edge. Gritting her teeth like an animal, she snarled as the first pulse of her thick seed was poured directly into Bridget’s stomach. Holding her lover’s head in place, Syd pulsed again, then again, and once more again, filling her bonded warrior with what felt like gallons of her cum without any sign of stopping. Only when she felt Bridget’s fist thump against her thigh did Syd pull out, though she was hardly finished.

As Bridget let out a choking gasp, Syd clenched her fingers into her hair, keeping her head pulled back as she took her cock in her right hand and stroked rapidly, drawing out her climax. Several more thick ropes of her cum splattered across the orc’s flaming features, painting her face a lewd white. Some of her shots missed, splashing against the wall behind her, but Syd paid no mind to the mess that she was making. How could she be expected to have decent aim when she felt like her head was about to float off into space? It was her fucking building anyway. If she wanted to cum on it, she would damn well do so.

As the last of Syd’s wild orgasm dribbled out of her tip, Syd regained enough of her awareness to realize that the beautifully obscene paint job that she had given her lover had interacted unexpectedly with her fiery form. Bridget’s flames, while no longer capable of causing damage to her allies, were still hot enough to cause Syd’s seed to bubble and steam, burning off of her face in a bizarre display that left Syd blinking in stunned surprise.

“Fuck, that was bloody fucking hot,” Bridget gasped, borrowing the phrase from Jadis.

“Not just for us, either,” Syd murmured, still listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the roof.

“Good for them,” Bridget laughed, her voice rough from being so ill used. Grabbing hold of Syd’s cock, she used it to tap firmly against the side of her cheek. “I’m still ready to keep going if you are, though.”

Grinning, Syd opened her mouth to reply with a suitably witty and lusty remark but paused as a loud sound came half a second before she could speak. Two loud sounds, in fact. The first was unmistakably the sound of a woman orgasming while doing a poor job of muffling her cries of pleasure. Estelle, judging by the tenor and tone. The other sound wasn’t nearly as noticeable, barely a background noise, and in most circumstances not a noise worth noting. Except, the sound was that of heavy boots on stairs echoing off stone. A sound that was, unmistakably, growing louder. And considering the thickness of the walls on the building Jadis, Bridget, Cora, and Estelle were on, the source of said bootsteps had to be very, very close by.

With only moments to react, Syd acted with all the speed that she had available to her. She didn’t have time to stuff her cock back into her pants, nor did she have the seconds to spare to warn Bridget. Pulling away from her flamesoul lover, Syd whipped around at lightning speed to the other side of the docking tower that took up the center of the roof to where the access door that led to the floor below was built. There, still locked in the throes of passion, were Cora and Estelle.

Syd had no time to admire the way Cora was pressed between Estelle’s raised skirts. All she could do was take hold of both women, one hand for each of them. Scooping the two up before either could even register what was happening, Syd carried both around to the other side of the tower where Bridget had only just started reacting to Syd’s sudden and unexpected disappearance. The two lovers were pressed tightly against the wall next to the shocked orc barely a second before the sound of the door opening on the other side of the roof reached all of their ears.

“—saying is that this thing is too bloody heavy to be cheap.”

“It’s not that heavy.”

“You’re only saying that because you unlocked that heavy load skill or whatever it’s called the other day,” Bridget’s cousin Lewin said gruffly. “Don’t act like this don’t weigh a horse and a half at least.”

“It’s not that heavy,” Bowen, husband to Bridget’s cousin Lacie, repeated. “You just don’t know how to hold it.”

“Been holding heavy things my whole bloody life you knob head,” the orc grunted as the sound of something heavy thumped hard against the stone roof. “Just ask Rory. She can tell you how much weight I carry around on me!”

There was a scoffing laugh followed by a scraping sound, possibly a crate being repositioned.

“How many more of these did she want us to bring up here?”

“Four more,” Bowen replied. “But knowing Sabina, she’s probably already added a few more boxes to the pile that she forgot.”

“Well, better get back down there then,” Lewin grunted, “before she piles on half the forge. Can’t complain, though. Getting more levels chucking boxes around here then years spent on the farm pulling weeds.”

As the sound of the door opening was heard, the two men’s voices turned to echoes as they re-entered the building. Before the door closed and cut their conversation off entirely, Syd heard Lewin ask a single, half cutoff question.

“Oi, did you smell something funny up here? I swear, it—”

Silence fell on the rooftop as the door slammed shut with a clang.

Syd let out the breath that she had been holding, only just then daring to look down at the three women who she had pressed against the wall to hide them from being found. On the right, Bridget was in her normal, green-skinned, and very nude form, eyes darting between Syd and the other two women. On the left, Cora was wiping her mouth clean from some shining liquid, an embarrassed expression competing with a look of wicked amusement for position on her face. And Estelle…

And mousy Estelle stood in the middle, her whole head as bright red as a turnip as she held as hands to her mouth, wide eyes staring at the still leaking Nephilim cock swinging mere inches away from her face.

“So,” Syd awkwardly cleared her throat. “You two come here often?”