Rebirth of the Nephilim

Control.

Control, control, control.

Noct’s current conditions were not ideal for maintaining her control over her baser instincts. Not that she could blame anyone for her circumstances but herself. She had asked for this. Wanted it. Craved it in such an unapologetic way that any thought of restraint was forced out of sight and out mind. She had known the inherent dangers. She understood them better than anyone. She had thought herself strong enough to indulge while still keeping her beast under wraps.

Stupid.

Control, control, control…

Thea’s naked body lay beneath Noct, the human’s sweat and lust filling her nose with every deep breath she took. The feel of her hot skin pressed against her own, slick with desire and yet burning as hot as a fire brand, was enough to tempt a saint to sin. Her light gasps were enticing, her pale skin was flush, her rapid heartbeat was pounding in Noct’s ears—it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to restrain herself.

She wanted a taste.

Just. One. Taste.

Control.

Control. Control. Control.

But it was so hard to concentrate when Jadis was rubbing between her legs like that…

Noct couldn’t quite imagine what she had to look like from Thea’s perspective. She knew the woman had a fetish for watching others. Entirely understandable; Noct liked to observe others as well, though she thought that perhaps she did not receive quite the same level of gratification from the act as Thea did. How much pleasure was the human deriving from Noct’s reactions? The flush on her face? The sweat dripping from her brow and off the tip of her nose as she thrust her hips forward and back in such a crude and unfamiliar way. The stretch and clench of her muscles bunching under her skin from the strain of keeping herself in check. When her eyes dipped down, did they linger on her breasts? On her erect nipples? Or did they go lower, to trace the outline of her abdominal muscles working hard to move in ways that they weren’t used to? Or did Thea’s eyes sink even lower, grazing the top of Noct’s bare mound, searching for her clitoris where it peaked out from its sheath, watching for the way the tiny nub rubbed against the marble white pillar that was thrust obscenely between her wet thighs? Was there even much for Thea to see when Jadis’ cock spent so much time buried inside the human’s dripping core?

Imagination could only take Noct so far.

She wouldn’t look. She had been avoiding casting her gaze down to where her legs encased Jadis’ penis. Penis. Such an inadequate word to use when faced with the magnitude of Jadis’ size. Cock was the only word that suited, the only word to come close to encompassing the base core reaction one had when seeing it, even when the Nephilim had reduced her overall stature to half of her normal size. That cock of hers was still a ridiculous appendage, sticking out more than several inches past the wall of her trembling thighs. The head pulsing. The tip leaking. The beat of Jadis’ heart traveling through her turgid member to play havoc with Noct’s overly sensitive flesh.

Noct tried not to let the sensations consume her. She tried not to think about the impossibly sensual woman pressed against her back. Her perfect breasts rubbing against her slick skin. Her strong hands pressing their fingers into her hips. Her hot breath ruffling through her feathers. The tickle of her hair brushing against her. That fat fucking cock pressed so temptingly against her—

“Almost done,” a sweet voice panted in Noct’s ear. “Are you ready?”

Noct could only respond with a strangled, unnatural noise that came from somewhere between her throat and her heart. Blinking the sweat out of her eyes, she could see what Jadis meant. There was a glow of magic starting to permeate through her body, signaling that the ritual was nearing completion. Or was Jadis referring to her own completion? The way her cock was pulsing between her thighs seemed to mean that the gorgeous Nephilim was reaching the limit of her endurance.

She was certainly reaching the limit of her own willpower. Noct had not climaxed. She knew that others had. There were others elsewhere in the room proclaiming quite loudly whenever they did. Incredible distraction, in all the wrong ways. But Noct had kept her lusts clamped down. She was waiting. She could hold out. She would stay back from that dangerous edge for as long as it took. Not until she—

Noct’s wandering attention was stolen by the way Jadis’ body stilled against her, holding her pressed in place against Thea’s pliant form. The human had wrapped her legs around both of their waists, pulling them tight as she quaked in the throes of silent pleasure. No lewd cries or vulgar curses. Just a lip bit between teeth and a deep, core-level shaking that made Noct’s toes curl in sympathy.

At some point, somehow without Noct ever noticing, Thea had intertwined her fingers with her own, clasping their hands together in unexpected intimacy. The surge of emotion that Noct felt at that realization, a mix of gratitude and tender endearment, was almost enough to overpower the feeling of Jadis’ ritual coming to fruition. Almost.

She could do nothing to prevent the full body shudder that went through her. The thought of doing so never even entered her mind. Noct very nearly lost all control of her limbs as the most intense sensation she had ever felt in her life washed through her. There was no comparison. Not even to the moment when her many orgasms had flooded through her at the end of Jadis’ other intense ritual. Such a feeling of extreme pleasure that it was almost pain, a movement of flesh that should never move at all, the realization that there was something that was a part of her that had not been before…

It was like…

It was like she had let her beast loose.

With a jolt, Noct’s eyes flew open and she looked down at her body. She had not meant to lose control. She didn’t want to do so without making the conscious decision to let her beast take control from her. To do so would have been potentially dangerous, even to a friend as sturdy as Thea. And yet, when Noct looked down at her body, she saw that she had not changed. Her hands had not shifted. Her legs and feet were still the same. She had not grown out her tail.

But she had grown something else.

Noct stared in amazement at the twitching, throbbing, beastly appendage that jutted out from between her legs. She hadn’t known what to expect. She had never met another of her kind. She did not know what a male Valravn’s body was supposed to look like. She had some ideas, as she knew what form her mother’s people took. This was not that.

The long, pale, fleshy rod was thick. Thick and meaty, with visibly pulsing veins just under the skin, the appendage had weight to it. Heavy. That was the best word. The pillar of flesh made real by Jadis’ Eldritch magic was heavy. It looked like it would take effort to lift, like its mass would weigh down that which it rested upon. The shaft, as lewdly dense as it was, could not hold attention away from the head. A four-pointed crown, the frenulum was elongated, with four blunted tips that swept back from the crown, creating a strange appearance that differed greatly from the thin, animalistic design of a Valbjorn and even more so from the oddly sculpted shape of a Seraphim. It was like a four petaled flower, except in reverse.

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As Noct stared in fascination at the thing of living flesh that couldn’t possibly belong to her, a detached part of her mind noted the way the four-pointed crown expanded and contracted, widening to a degree that would make extraction from a snug passage difficult. So, the design was like the knot of a therion, except at the tip instead of the base, she realized. An utterly beastly shape, crude and vulgar in its ruthless intent. Of course, her kind would have something so—

“Wow,” Jadis’ breath brushed by Noct’s ear as she peered over her shoulder. “You’ve got a big one, Noct. And look at that head! I bet that’ll feel good rubbing inside of me…”

Words were accompanied by touch as one of Jadis’ hands lifted from Noct’s waist. A warm feeling, familiar and oh so strange, tingled through her as the pale fingers brushed slowly and gently from the base of the thick shaft all the way to just under the crown, between the two top petals. With one digit extended, Jadis rubbed the edge of the crown, following the line to the right, all the way to the expanded tip of the petal, before pausing, then rubbing the fleshy nub between finger and thumb.

Noct came.

There was no controlling it. All of the pent-up pleasure and lust of the past thirty minutes were released at once. No hands touched her, not even her own, as Thea still had her hands interlaced with her own. Not that she was truly conscious of the fact. Noct was barely conscious of anything. All that mattered was the next pulse of pleasure. The next throb of something deep within her. That weird, clenching sensation that came from somewhere below. Some distant part of Noct’s mind felt as though she should be embarrassed, for the guttural grunting noises she was making, if nothing else. But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be. She was too busy for that.

She had lost control.

When Noct’s vision came back to, when she could finally see through the eyes which had never quite shut, the sight before her was stunning. Thea still lay beneath her, hands clasped with her own clawed fingers. Her face, still flushed with pleasure, was splattered with something thick and white. The pearly substance was dripping over her lips, her cheeks, and her neck, with more sliding down her chin and onto her neck. Some had splashed carelessly across the blankets below Thea’s head, while more trailed down her body, spattering some drops on her heaving breasts. Noct couldn’t help but watch in fascination as one particularly large dollop of the substance rolled across the human’s brow to slowly drip down onto her ear.

“What a fucking load,” Jadis said, causing Noct to jump slightly.

The Nephilim wasn’t behind her anymore. Her cock was not between her legs; her hands were not on her body. The pale beauty had moved to the side, lying next to her and Thea. Jadis had her head propped up on one fist and was regarding Thea’s visage with lustful, violet eyes. Her other hand was stroking the wet, dripping shaft of her cock, playing with the shining fluid that coated it. From the way she looked, and the way she was looking at her, Noct could almost believe that Jadis was the source of the mysterious fluid that coated her voyeuristic lover.

Almost.

“You really gave her a shower,” Jadis grinned. “I hope you saved some for me.”

Leaning forward, Jadis extended a delicate tongue, which she used to lap up a small mouthful of the pearlescent substance, sourcing it directly from Thea’s right cheek.

“I guess I can spend some time cleaning up your mess, if you need a few minutes to recover.”

The pain Noct felt as her cock went rigid was utterly foreign to her. Yes, it was her cock. She couldn’t deny that. She wouldn’t want to, anymore. It was hers, it was real, and it was capable of more than she had ever anticipated. This was what she had wanted. This was her request. Her reward. Her need. Her want.

She wanted.

She wanted Jadis.

She wanted to fuck.

With a bestial growl, Noct threw herself at the diminutive Nephilim. No, not her Nephilim. Her lover. Jadis was hers. Her lover. Her mate. She was hers and she was going to fuck her. She was going to breed her. She was going to make. Her. Sing.

There was a fumble of limbs. Laughter. Words that meant something that wasn’t fucking so Noct didn’t fucking care. There was a press of bodies together. Warmth. Wetness. The smell of lust.

Humping her hips forward in a way that no longer felt alien to her, Noct tried to shove her cock inside of Jadis. Her fat fucking head pressed and rubbed and slid against the slick opening that she could feel, yet she did not enter. She was too big. Too thick.

No such thing.

Noct tried again. And again. And again. She kept thrusting, finding pleasure in the repetition, in the heat, in the act itself, even though she longed for more. There was a solution. She could let go of her mate. But she wouldn’t do that. She was hers she would not let go. She hugged her mate tight against her, pressing their bodies together, feeling the wetness between them as she continued to thrust fruitlessly over and over again.

A hand touched her. Guided her. Placed her tip where it needed to be. The hand was not hers. The hand was not her mates, either. Noct had enough sense left in her to know that much. Had there been someone else? The haze of her lust made it hard to think, but she knew that there had been. She might have remembered, if her next thrust had not carried her cock deep within the warm and welcome tunnel of her mate’s waiting core.

Noct fucked.

Rough. Hard. Fast. She fucked her fat cock deep into her mate, panting and grunting and moaning like a witless beast and not caring for a moment that she was just that. A witless, thoughtless, graceless beast. Feral and wild and lost to her base instincts. She was fucking. She was breeding. It felt so fucking good. She was going to empty her sack into her mate. Then she was going to do it again, and then again, and again and again and again and—

Noct cried out, a howl muffled by the flesh she had bit down upon. The blinding, nearly numbing feeling of her seed pouring out of her cock overwhelmed her. She could feel the weight that swung below her cock clenching, her sack wet with her mate’s sweetness dripping as it supplied an endless flood of cum to fill her. She could feel herself stuck deep inside her mate, plugging her up, filling her with the seed of a Valravn. The seed of a beast.

That thought echoed in Noct’s head as she slowly came to her senses. Her beastly instincts subsided, letting her wits swim to the surface as she panted from exhaustion. Her awareness came to her slowly, but surely, and without the kindness of subtlety.

Jadis was below her, crushed down into the soaked blankets that had once been beneath Thea. Her head was bent low, her teeth clamped onto the meaty part between Jadis’ neck and shoulder. There was no taste of blood; a mix of longing and relief filled Noct at that realization. But her arms were wrapped tight around the smaller Nephilim, pinning her arms against her sides while her legs were splayed widely to the side. It was a crude, vulgar, beastly position to have forced onto someone she was supposed to care for, someone who cared for her.

Shame flooded through Noct, the feeling amplified further as she felt her tail uncurl from around one of Jadis’ ankles, the limb having forcibly held her open wide. She had to pull out. She had to apologize. She had to find the right words. She would need paper. She would need—

Strong limbs suddenly wrapped around Noct’s waist, the heels of two impossibly powerful feet pressing against the base of her tail and forcing her flagging member back into the depths of its sheath. She gasped as her clear mind went hazy again at the intense sensation of a warm, wet, welcome tunnel undulating around her length, stimulating her in ways that were so similar yet so different from what she was used to.

A sigh of pleasure once more brushed over Noct’s elongated ear, causing her to shiver. Hands that should have been trapped within her embrace effortlessly pushed their way up Noct’s sides, fingers running along her flesh that was far too wet even for all the sweat that had to have come from her efforts. When she breathed in deeply, she scented the pungent, powerful sweetness of Jadis’ lust and realized that the hard, pulsing object that was sandwiched between their bodies had not been idle. When those questing fingers reached Noct’s face and pulled her away from the Nephilim’s shoulder, she saw the mess that Jadis had made of herself, of both of them, having succumbed to her own pleasure.

“Do you like your reward?” Jadis asked in a tone that made Noct’s heart flutter.

She could do nothing but answer truthfully.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Jadis grinned at her, and suddenly Noct came to her most important realization.

She was not the only beast in the room.

“Because now, it’s my turn.”