Rebirth of the Nephilim

Construction in Felsen favored stone as a building material. Wood was used for plenty of different aspects, like roof rafters, doors, and other finishes, but solid stone was the main component of any structure in the city. A natural consequence of most buildings being made of stone was the that the floors and walls were thick and sturdy. And soundproof.

Jadis wasted no time as the bedroom door locked behind her. All three of her bodies were naked in moments, cloth and leathers stripped off and tossed aside, unnecessary to the coming event. Seeing her own body, three identical versions from three different views had Jadis more than excited. Her erections were at full attention in moments, her nipples tightened from more than just the cool air and a familiar heat and wetness forming in the cores of her selves.

“It’s low risk, but are we sure we want to go through with this?” Syd asked.

Her hands moved to Jay and Dys’ rock-hard members, long fingers lightly tracing along pale flesh. Both moved in closer to Syd, their own hands starting to wander across shoulders, chest, breast, and abs.

“We know you appeared with Debauched Duplication. We might have lost track of which of us is the original,” Jay answered, her breath already starting to grow heavy, “but with you we know for sure. Once we switch the skill we are duplicating, you’ll be the one to disappear.”

“Probably,” Syd agreed, no particular concern in her voice. Jadis was, after all, just one person. It was a little weird to think about, but functionally dismissing Syd was only diminishing her number of limbs, not removing a person from existence.

“It’s a great opportunity,” Dys continued, mouth moving to nip at Syd’s ear. “When else are we going to get the opportunity to fuck ourselves in the pussy?”

“When we find some birth control,” Syd pointed out. Her hands grew slick with Jay and Dys’ precum and she worked the lubrication across the throbbing shafts, preparing them for what was soon to come.

Jay’s head dipped and licked playfully at Syd’s neck, sending a not-quite ticklish thrill through all of them. “The risk is a lot more exciting, though.”

“It’s low risk, but not no risk,” Syd agreed, a different kind of thrill running through her.

Jadis had put off any sex that would risk pregnancy, partially because she wanted to adventure, not become bogged down with a child. Also, making herself pregnant would be all kinds of weird. Would the resultant offspring be a genetic clone to her? Or was that not how it worked?

Either way, Jadis had good reason to want to avoid any act that could risk impregnation.

But the risk was just so exciting…

“Fuck it,” all three of her said.

Syd dropped down and onto her back, reclining into the nest of pillows and blankets Jadis had constructed on the floor of the inn room. Jay and Dys followed in synch, Jay moving to put her head between Syd’s legs while Dys went to her breasts, one hand massaging the perfect, soft globe while her mouth went to the other, greedily sucking on the pert nub of flesh.

Jay’s tongue dove into her duplicate’s sensitive folds, eagerly licking and lapping up the sweet nectar she found there. Wanting to get better access, Jay put her arms under Syd’s knees, folding her in on herself. Dys was forced to abandon Syd’s breasts as Jay pushed her legs towards her shoulders. From this position, Jay lavished Syd’s pussy, the feeling of both giving and receiving at the same time such a delicious pleasure, Jadis couldn’t help but groan desperately from all her throats.

From Syd’s perspective, her own dripping tip was being shoved mere inches away from her face, her great length bridging a gap that wasn’t ordinarily anatomically possible.

“If I wasn’t already able to suck my own dick, this might be more tempting,” Syd mumbled between moans.

“Do it anyway,” Dys encouraged, running a tongue along the side of Syd’s cock. “It’ll be hot.”

There was no need to convince herself. Syd’s mouth opened and with only a little more bending, the hot tip of her own shaft was within her mouth. She suckled the sweet fluid straight from her own member, lips and tongue lovingly caressing her swollen cock.

“Fuck, that does look hot,” Dys breathed, one hand running through Syd’s hair as she enjoyed the show she was putting on for herself.

Jadis didn’t linger too long on the act of self-fellatio. Her goal was, ostensibly, to perform a ritual, and her magic-given instincts were telling her this wasn’t counting.

Easing back and letting Syd unfold, Jay let her fall back down into her lap, her throbbing dick now nestled between the cheeks of Syd’s ass. As the two of herself shifted into position, Dys moved on top of Syd, sitting reversed on her face and putting her own face right at crotch level with Syd’s. She held Syd’s member out of the way, making sure she had a clear view of what was about to happen.

Jay had to pull back quite a bit, her size requiring a great deal of distance to put the tip of shaft at the entrance of Syd’s warm, wet, needy core. With Dys’ hand guiding, Jay moved into position, her cockhead just barely touching the slick folds of her mirrored self’s pussy.

Jadis was going to do this. She was going to fuck herself. Not that she hadn’t been doing oral and anal with abandon for some time now, but this was different. Putting her own cock in her own pussy just felt so much more significant.

“Just do it,” Syd or Dys, or maybe Jay groaned out between panting breaths. Jadis wasn’t sure, she was so lost in the heat of the moment.

Shifting forward, Jay’s cock pressed against the tight entrance, her girth not allowing for immediate admittance.

Dys held Jay’s shaft in a shaking hand, doing her best to keep the throbbing pillar of solid meat steady and on target. Watching the act from so close her nose was practically touching Syd’s groin, Dys’ hot breath against her sensitive flesh was driving Jadis even more wild with desire.

With a sudden impulsive thrust of her hips, Jay’s cockhead forced open the way, several inches sinking into the velvety warmth of Syd.

“Fuck—” Jadis choked out, words failing her.

Her pussy was so hot and slippery, soaked with need yet tight as a vice. The walls of her tunnel gripped her in such a distinctly different way from how her ass had, undulating and moving against her in a rolling, almost sucking motion, like she was trying to draw herself within deeper. On the other side, feeling the steel wrapped in velvet that was her dick enter her pussy was a foreign experience, one she couldn’t even begin to compare to fingers or dildos she’d used in the past. Only a few inches were in and she already felt full, stretched to capacity. How was she supposed to take the many, many inches that were left?

She was game to try.

Pushing forward, Jay eased her shaft into her double, falling into a back-and-forth sawing motion as she would force an inch forward, then back, then forward a few more, then back again. More and more of her massive member disappeared inside Syd’s quivering cunt, a noticeable bulge outlining Jay’s progress in Syd’s belly.

Dys put her hand on Syd’s abs as the visible proof of her self-invasion grew.

“Fucking hell that’s so hot,” Dys said through clenched teeth.

As Jay’s progress passed the halfway point, Dys acted on impulse and leaned back down and swiped her tongue across the hard nub of Syd’s clit. The explosive pleasure was matched by the nearly painful squeeze of her tight tunnel, her body reacting strongly to the stimulus.

“Don’t do that again until I’m fully in,” Jay groaned, all forward progress halted as Syd tried to relax.

Eventually, after a few moments, Jay pushed ahead again, forgetting the back-and-forth tactic she’d been using so far and simply powering through, forcing the last half of her shaft in as deep as it would go. It wasn’t until Jay’s groin slapped against Syd’s with a meaty smack that she stopped.

“Amazing…” Syd murmured into Dys’ own dripping pussy, her double still sitting on top of her. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good!”

“Fuck her. Fuck me—us, just, fuck!” Dys whispered desperately as she gripped Syd’s own straining erection in one hand, the other resting on the outline of Jay’s cock.

Not one to argue with herself for no purpose, Jay pulled back as far as she could before she slammed forward again, drawing a desperate cry from all three of them.

“Again!” Syd yelled for more, her voice muffled by Dys’ hips as Dys began grinding her needy sex against Syd’s face.

Complying, Jay pulled back, then thrust again, then again. Soon, she fell into a slow but powerful rhythm, her pale spear penetrating Syd’s depths over and over. If they had been on a bed, Jadis wasn’t sure the frame could have taken the force she was humping with. As lust addled thoughts floated through her heads, she concluded that she wasn’t sure the stone floor was going to hold up to what she wanted to do to herself.

As her pleasure grew and that now familiar tightness within the pit of her stomach became more and more, Jay’s pace increased, the wet slaps growing ever more frequent. Panting, moaning, and lewd exclamations filled the air as Jadis escalated the assault on her own senses. Dys’s hot mouth wrapped around Syd’s cock, devouring the sweet precum pouring out. Syd’s hand wrapped around Dys’ dick, her hot breath and panting tongue tickling the dripping core rubbing against her face. Jay’s hands gripped Syd’s hips like her life depended on them, her thrusts becoming wilder with each passing moment.

As the tight pressure inside grew to a point that was nearly unbearable, Dys suddenly pulled off of Syd’s aching, dripping member and dove to the base, lips and tongue seeking out her mirrored body’s clit.

Jadis came then, all of her at once. Ropes of sticky cum flew up and over Dys’ shoulder to splatter in lewd strings across her back as Syd came, painting Dys’ marble-white skin in a pearlescent spectacle. Dys’ cock pulsed in Syd’s hands as more of the sweet Nephilim cream splattered between their bodies, pooling across Syd’s abs. Those sensations were nothing to what Jay’s cock induced.

Hot pulses of fire filled her innermost womanhood, the realization that she was pumping her own seed into her womb setting her off even more. Her orgasms redoubled, then doubled again as all of her echoed and reverberated in the feeling. Even more of the white, sticky seed came shooting out of and into her.

The climax couldn’t last forever. Eventually, Jadis came down from the heights of lustful frenzy, her unfocused eyes taking in the mess she’d made of her selves.

Jay’s cock throbbed inside the now somehow slicker confines of Syd’s pussy as she observed the cum-splatted back and ass of Dys. Syd’s hands, sticky with more seed, rose up from under Dys and ran fingers through the debauched modern art piece Dys’ skin had been painted with. Dys pulled herself upright, revealing the mess she had made of Syd’s body below. Strings of cum stretched and snapped as their bodies separated, some decorating Dys’ breasts like vulgar jewelry.

Jay couldn’t resist the impulse to dip down and latch onto one of Dys’ nipples, sucking it clean of the sweet cream dripping from it.

“That’s one down,” Dys groaned, fingers running through Jay’s hair. “One more to go this hour, then another two the next hour, then two more the next.”

“Maybe we should switch out?” Jay suggested, popping off Dys’ breast, her hips starting to pull back.

“Wait!” all three cried out, Syd wrapping her legs around Jay’s waist.

“Can’t spill a drop,” Jay recalled just in time.

Not that Jadis would have been too terribly disappointed by having to extend the ritual a bit but remembering how the ritual had become an endurance ordeal the first time, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to potentially mess up and force herself to start over. Keeping Syd plugged was going to be vital to making sure the ritual was completed successfully.

“Well, then how do we want to do this?” Jay asked.

“I think I have an idea,” Dys grinned, getting up off of Syd to reveal her grinning face slick with juices.

“You keep me nice and full,” Syd ordered, her legs tightening around Jay’s waist as she angled her hips upward, Jay leaning more forward and over top Syd.

As Dys moved to kneel behind Jay, one hand running along her slick cock while the other squeezed Jay’s ass, she smiled wickedly.

“And I’ll do all the work.”