Rebirth of the Nephilim

Beauty.

There were, certainly, other words Noct could have used to describe Jadis. Bold. Brash. Blunt. Bawdy. Bright. Brave. Benevolent. And those were just the ones starting with the letter B. All were appropriate. All suited the Nephilim. But no other word described Jadis with greater accuracy than beauty.

It wasn’t just her physical form. Not that her gorgeous face and alluring figure were not significant factors attributing to her description. Jadis was the most attractive individual that Noct had ever seen in her life. The statues and paintings of long ago Nephilim did not do the reality justice. Or maybe the woman was simply that stunning, that even the avatars of beauty who walked the world in ages past could not hold a candle in comparison to her light.

There was something about Jadis, and it was not just her body or her lips or her eyes. Something about her made people want to be near her. To look at her, to listen to her, to bask in her presence. It was an energy, a charisma, a sense of purpose that no one else Noct had ever met possessed. And when that aura was focused on her, everything felt right, even if for only a moment.

Noct watched silently as Jadis removed her armor. Each piece carefully set aside, revealing more and more of the Nephilim’s pale form. She wasn’t looking at her, focused on her task as she was, which let Noct observe her profile. There was art there, in the way the shadows played across Jadis’ face. The slight breeze brushing her white hair. The shine of violet on downturned eye.

She had already removed her armor. Doing so never took Noct long, not since she had gained skills designed to aid in their removal. Her undergarments also lay in a neat pile to one corner of the tower, leaving her completely naked. Noct had never felt any shame about her body. At least, not in her more Seraphim form. And yet, as she stood next to Jadis, the Nephilim’s body revealed in greater and greater detail, Noct felt inadequate. How could she stand in the company of one so utterly gorgeous? She was a dark little crow next to a glorious eagle. Their proximity felt like a mistake.

And then Jadis turned those violet eyes on her and Noct knew that she was wanted. Knew that her inadequacies didn’t matter. Knew that somehow, she was a vital, indispensable, irreplaceable part of this other person’s life.

She knew that she was loved.

Noct also knew that Jadis truly did find her attractive, as her eyes were drawn to that part of the Nephilim that betrayed her lewd interest with each stirring. Each beat of her heart, each pumping of blood, engorging the great mass to further excess. And there, too, was another word that could be used to describe Jadis.

Big.

Approaching the fully disrobed Nephilim, Noct took hold of the pulsing shaft, pressing its length against the side of her face. She had only known the blunt maul Jadis called a cock for a short while, but Noct had grown excessively familiar with the throbbing pillar of flesh in that time. She loved the silky feel of her hardness pressed against her. The heat. The intoxicatingly sweet smell. Noct couldn’t help but nuzzle her nose against Jadis’ cock, drinking up the warmth like wine.

Gentle fingers ran through Noct’s hair, causing her one exposed eye to flutter open. There, the towering Nephilim stood, looking down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, her lust and love radiating with such force that Noct felt her knees tremble as droplets of anticipation rolled down her inner thighs. She was standing. They were both standing. And yet, Noct could hold her cock to her face and luxuriate in the decadence of intimacy. There was something deeply rousing about that thought.

Jadis’ hands went to her shoulders and lifted, pulling Noct up and away. She was of a mind to resist, the impulse to latch down onto her mate with her teeth welling up inside of her like a river overflowing its banks. Because that was what Jadis was to her, now. She was her mate, both in flesh and in soul. It didn’t matter that she was sharing her with others. Jadis belonged to Noct, just as she belonged to Jadis. They were bound to one another. They were… lovers.

Noct’s back pressed against the cold stone of the belfry wall, the corner on her left stopping her wing from spreading fully. Jadis held her there, strong hands wrapped around her waist, nearly encircling her middle with their size. Lips found hers and Noct did not relax, but threw herself into Jadis’ kiss, eagerly seeking out her mate’s sweetness. Her fingers dragged across the soft yet steely flesh of Nephilim muscles, nails scratching against skin that could not even be turned pink with her pressure.

The burning heat of Jadis’ cock rubbed against her thighs, her stomach, and her pussy. Noct opened herself wide, more than ready to receive her lover, to feel that great heat filling her beyond capacity, moving inside her like no other person ever could. She wanted her. Needed her. Demanded her.

Jadis did not comply.

Sinking to her knees, Jadis kept Noct pressed against the wall, one hand supporting her ass while the other cupped her chest, a thumbing rubbing torturously across an aching nipple. She wanted to complain. She wanted to vent her frustration at her denial. She wanted to bite something. But the feel of Jadis’ tongue on her wet lips silenced all unhappy thought.

Oh, was there any worthwhile comparison to the touch of Jadis’ hot, wet, long tongue against her core? Kerr might argue that her own technical skill was superior, and that was possibly true, though Noct had not allowed the woman a chance to demonstrate. Yet. Maeve might have a similarly strong argument, with her unique nature as a shapeshifting Fetch. Who knew what that woman could do with the part of her she designated as a tongue. Alex certainly had the length and the size, and most importantly, the enthusiasm to please.

None of those comparisons were valid, though. Not in Noct’s eyes. There was only Jadis; she made up the whole list. Because she was her mate, and the feel of her need on Noct’s body was a euphoria that no one else could ever hope to challenge.

Her thoughts scrambled like hooves against ice as Jadis’ tongue delved deep within her. Noct’s lips cried out while her chest rumbled, and she felt her control slipping. With a supreme effort of will, Noct forced her knees to close tightly, forced her fingers to let go of Jadis’ scalp, forced her arms behind her back. Using her bonds manipulation skill, Noct had several of her straps and chains leap onto her, binding her legs and arms so that she locked in place, unable to move, unable to reach Jadis with talon or claw. She wouldn’t be able to hold her mate, but she wouldn’t be able to accidentally hurt her, either, so it was a worthwhile sacrifice.

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Besides, Noct knew what position her bonds forced her into. She knew what effect that position would have on Jadis. She wasn’t blind to her lover’s lewd desires. Nor was she unaware of her own.

Noct panted, grunted, growled, and howled as Jadis’ lips, fingers, and tongue used her. There were times when she felt her eyes would roll down her throat and her heart would explode; the ecstasy was so overwhelming. When Jadis penetrated her, that great, unbearable heat filling her beyond completely, Noct felt her tail slap against her mate’s legs.

She had transformed, changed, shifted into her uncontrollable, bestial form. She hadn’t even noticed. Again.

It didn’t matter. Jadis was inside her. That was all that mattered. Being filled, stretched, stuffed, and overcome. She wanted to feel Jadis thrusting inside her over and over again, using her body for her pleasure, filling her with her seed. She wanted to be bred. She wanted to be fucked.

“Fuck. Me.”

Noct growled.

Jadis fucked her.

“Fuck. Me. Harder.”

Jadis fucked her harder.

“Harder.”

Harder.

“Harder!”

Harder still.

“Harder!”

Jadis lifted her away from the wall, arms wrapped around her lower back, forcing Noct’s bound and bent knees against her chest. Hunching over her, she pumped her hips with dragging Noct up and down on her throbbing cock, thrusting into her with wild, beastly passion. Noct bounced onto her mate, bound by her own hand, unable to do anything but growl into her lover’s ear for more.

When she felt her mate peak inside her, Noct nearly laughed with joy. A feral grin split her face as she felt the hot seed spill within her. There was so much, too much, more than there was any right to be. The deluge overflowed her, spilling out to splatter against the stone floor. And still, Jadis kept thrusting.

Harder, she pumped her hips. Faster, she pulled Noct onto her cock. The mating did not end just because Jadis had released her seed. She had more to give. An endless supply. And Noct would drink it all down for as long as she could bear it, before collapsing into oblivion.

Abruptly, without any warning, the fucking stopped.

Noct panted heavily, her core aching from the brutal treatment, her body trembling for more. She could feel Jadis’ hot, wet shaft resting against her left ass cheek, the stiff member rubbing against her limply hanging tail. Noct could also feel the ocean of seed that Jadis had pumped inside of her leaking out of her upsettingly unstuffed pussy. She wanted her mate to plug her back up, fill her again and hold her there until there could no longer be any doubt that she had been bred.

But the damned woman had fucking pulled out.

Before Noct could find a word to voice her terrible frustration, Jadis pressed her back against the cold stone wall once more. When she felt Jadis sink to her knees, Noct looked down her sweaty body to see her lover between her legs, a look of debauched adoration on her lovely face. That incomparable tongue slips out between perfect lips and, in an act of lewdness Noct had never dreamed of before meeting the beastly beauty who lusted over her, licked up the pearly white river flowing out of her core.

Rising back to her feet, Jadis drew close to Noct’s face, and she knew what her mate was asking of her. Her mouth already hung open, gasping for cool mountain air. She made the invitation clear, letting her tongue loll out over her lower lip.

Jadis took her, and Noct tasted her own needy desire mixed with Jadis’ sweetness.

As a bone deep satisfaction settled in her core, a system notification appeared in the corner of Noct’s eye.

Ritual Complete.

Please select attribute to be boosted by Lewd Lover’s Bond.

Ah.

The time to choose had come.

Noct stared at the notification, the anxiety that had been so thoroughly wiped clean clawing its way back into her consciousness. She was supposed to try Strength. It was her best attribute, her most important attribute. All of her skills depended on the stat. But by the same token, it was her most dangerous attribute. She could cause so much harm if she lost control. She could hurt so many, just as she had when she had first transformed. She could become one of the monsters of legend, a creature that parents told tales of to keep their children inside at night. There was so much she could become that she wanted no part of.

Jadis’ lips parted from Noct’s own and dragged wetly across her cheek. Hot breath passed over her, ruffling her hair. A soft voice whispered in her ear, stilling her thundering heart.

“I love you.”

Noct swallowed thickly, blinking the ache away from her eyes.

“Me too.”

Strength like nothing she had ever imagined flooded through Noct. She had seen the numbers. She had known what Jadis was offering her. But to feel it, to experience it, to have the reality crash down upon her; that was something else.

With barely a twitch of her muscles, Noct broke the straps and chains that bound her. It was easy. Too easy. Her bonds couldn’t contain her anymore. Not even the ones made of cold flame steel. In the next instant, her arms and legs were wrapped around Jadis, squeezing her tight. She could feel the strength of the Nephilim’s body, she could tell that she was still a match for her, if just barely, at least in terms of Strength. But her defenses? Her Fortitude? Her flesh?

Her blood?

Noct’s fangs pressed against the side of Jadis’ neck. She could bite. She could draw forth the blood that she knew tasted so sweet. It was hers for the taking. After all, Jadis was hers. She belonged to her. She could drink of her if she so desired. Jadis couldn’t stop her. Jadis wouldn’t stop her. She loved her. She would let her. She could drink.

Hot breath panting against pale flesh, Noct licked the unbroken skin of her lover’s neck.

She belonged to Jadis. She was hers. She loved her. She wouldn’t take without asking. She wouldn’t receive without giving. She wouldn’t demand anything of her but the love that Jadis offered freely. Well, except for one thing. She was her mate. They were bound together by a chain that no amount of Strength could ever break.

She wasn’t in control. She didn’t need to be. She had Jadis. For Noct, that was enough.

Pushing Jadis away, Noct let her wings float her to the stone floor of the belfry. Turning away, she walked over to the open arch of the temple tower that faced the main village road. Putting her hands and feet close together, Noct bent over at the waist while keeping her legs straight, leaning out of the archway, arms supporting her weight. With an exertion of will, leather straps rose up from the ground and wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, her calves, and her thighs. She didn’t need them. They couldn’t hold her back anymore. But she knew what the display looked like for the Nephilim who stood behind her. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw the rigid cock throbbing in the air, a sign as clear as the passion in Jadis’ eyes.

“Fuck me,” Noct made the only demand of her lover she would ask.

The beastly growl of her beauty’s lust was pure ecstasy to Noct’s ears.