Rebirth of the Nephilim

“I’m honestly surprised restaurants like this are a thing in Far Felsen,” Jadis commented as the last of her bodies ducked in through the door to the fine dining establishment. “Er, well, during times like these, at least.”

“People need to eat. And what happened a few weeks ago notwithstanding, Far Felsen is the safest place in all of Weigrun. And where there are people willing to pay, there will be people willing to provide the service.”

Aila’s explanation was fair enough, but the sight of a restaurant with white tablecloths and silverware in what was ostensibly a warzone still threw Jadis off a fair bit.

The restaurant was located on the nicer side of town, where the larger residences and more expensive shops could be found. The city hall wasn’t that far away, either, so they had been able to stop there and exchange their bounties for coin before heading to the establishment. The thought that this was the kind of place Magistrate Vraekae would likely dine at had crossed Jadis’ mind, but fortunately the cold-blooded elf had not been waiting within when they’d entered. Instead, a pleasantly decorated but mostly empty dining room had greeted them, followed shortly after by an actual greeting from a pleasant human waitress in a black and white dress uniform.

“Is there somewhere in particular you would like to sit?” the human woman asked, her wide eyes failing to not stare at the towering Nephilim. “Almost all the tables are free, though I’m not sure what we can do to accommodate any, um, size requirements…”

“Over in the corner is fine,” Jay told the waitress. “And we can make do with the floor. Cushions would be nice though, if you have them.”

Some nice plush cushions were quickly pulled from somewhere in the back and in short order the group was seated around a large round table in a corner far from the few other tables with occupants. Jay and Dys ended up with their backs to either corner, while Syd sat on the opposite side. The others took their own seats at various spots around the table, but Aila somehow ended up directly between Jay and Dys, a circumstance that Jadis didn’t mind in the least. Eir sat to Jay’s right, Sabina after her, then Thea. With Syd placed to Thea’s right, Kerr sat between her and Dys.

Considering the influx of coin they’d just gained from their short trip into the hills that morning, none of them were reserved in the meals that they ordered. It was a good thing the table was so large, because they were going to need the room for how many plates were no doubt going to be crowded before them. Going all out on an expensive meal definitely felt like a good way to release some of the unpleasant tension that still lingered a bit from Jadis’ foolhardy encounter with Noll. In fact, she didn’t even want to think about the shameful display anymore, so she was happy to focus on practically any other topic of conversation.

As Sabina talked about divine-based armor enchantments with Eir and Thea, Jadis and Aila discussed plans they had for the near future. Winter was coming soon to Weigrun, and the southern continent was known for its long and bitingly cold end-of-year season. Once the snow started falling, it was going to be much harder to get around the Broken Hills or the forestlands to the north. Jadis had been born in Pennsylvania in her previous life, so working around cold weather was nothing new to her, but according to Aila the snow drifts would become truly colossal during the darkest months, so travel would be a near impossibility. Even many of the demons would be less active, just due to how punishing the cold would be. They would need to find something else to do.

To Jadis’ mind, though, there was an easy answer to the question of how to occupy themselves once the weather got bad. The tunnels stretching for miles and miles under the surface would be clear of snow and no doubt still infested with demons. Even if the demons were less in numbers by then, which Jadis highly doubted, there were all kinds of dangerous magic beasts down there too, like the hydra they had fought. There would be more than enough to keep them busy down there, so long as the team didn’t mind returning to the cramped spaces.

As Syd turned to ask Kerr what she thought about the idea of exploring more of the tunnels, she caught the grinning therion slipping out of her seat and under the table. As she sunk below sight to be hidden by the long tablecloth, she tossed Syd a wink and put one finger to her lips in a shushing motion.

Confused but intrigued, Jadis said nothing and made no mention of Kerr’s stealthy disappearance. None of the others at the table seemed to notice, much less the few diners seated at tables elsewhere in the restaurant. She wasn’t entirely sure what Kerr’s plan was, but she was more than willing to roll with it.

A few seconds later, when Aila suddenly jumped in her seat and made a strangled noise, Jadis caught on to the insane therion’s plan.

“What are you doing?” Aila asked through tight lips while staring down at her lap.

“Shh,” Kerr whispered back from under the table. “Just giving you a little present, for all your hard work with this trio of lug heads.”

“What was that?” Eir asked, turning her head to look at a red-faced Aila.

“Nothing, just talking about making a second trip to the tunnels,” Jay quickly replied to the elf’s question and covering for Kerr and Aila. “It should be a good way to keep up activity during the winter months. What do you think?”

Eir frowned but did not look wholly displeased by the idea.

“As long as we are careful not to get lost again, it could be a good idea. But maybe this is a situation where we should ask Destarious for guidance? We’re nearing the point where we’ll be able to ask three more questions soon. And maybe,” Eir looked hopefully up at Jay, “Lyssandria might be there again, too? I would love to hear more of your interactions with her.”

“I don’t know if she’ll be there again,” Jay shrugged thoughtfully, “but it’s a possibility. We probably should talk more about what questions I should ask though. What else were you thinking?”

With Eir properly engaged, the situation unfolding under the table was free to proceed without interruption, which it was despite Aila’s token protests. Jadis was never willing to do something with Aila she wasn’t comfortable with and she was sure Kerr wouldn’t ignore her boundaries either, but pushing that comfort zone could be quite a lot of fun. Certainly, even though she was not the focus of Kerr’s attention at that moment, what they were doing in the very public restaurant was pushing Jadis beyond her typical boundaries. But that was part of why it was giving her such a thrill.

Affecting a casual gesture, Dys leaned back, left hand on the floor, getting into a better position to surreptitiously observe the hidden goings on. The long tablecloth made it so that she couldn’t see much, but with a concentrated effort, she stealthily lifted the edge up enough to see what exactly the lewd archer was doing. The sight that greeted her both was and wasn’t what she had expected to see.

Aila’s skirt had been bunched up around her hips and her undergarments pushed out of the way, revealing her overly large erection. That came as no surprise to Jadis, not since other than her muted outrage, Aila had done nothing to actually stop the illicit activity. Instead, she sat ramrod straight in her seat, face red but otherwise dispassionate, while under the table her fists balled up her clothes and helped hold them out of the way.

Kerr, on the other hand, was not kneeling under the table. Or rather, she wasn’t kneeling in the way Jadis had expected. Kerr was on her knees but was facing away from Aila. Except, she had bent her body backwards, her chest pointing up and her face upside down and nestled between Aila’s knees.

Certainly a creative way of getting around her large horns that would otherwise knock against the table overhead.

Aila’s thick shaft was laid out across Kerr’s face, the tip touching her chin while the main meat of it obscured her cheek and right eye. Kerr’s right hand held the stiffening member down against her while she practically nuzzled her nose against Aila’s cock, her one visible eye, the one Dys could barely make out, shined with a lustful light.

Shifting slightly, Kerr maneuvered Aila’s cockhead so that it was kissing her lips. Sat stiffly between Jay and Dys, Aila held her breath as she pretended to look unbothered by the obscene act that was occurring between her knees. Sending a wink in a watching Dys’ direction, Kerr opened wide and swallowed Aila’s cock.

Jadis was mesmerized by the sight as Aila’s long, thick shaft disappeared down Kerr’s upside-down throat. Except, while half of her foot long member had been enveloped by the therion’s greedy mouth, its presence was still obvious to be seen. Even with only half her length crammed down her gullet, Kerr’s throat bulged from the large invader. The lump where Aila’s cockhead rested was easy to spot and, unable to help herself, Dys surreptitiously slipped her hand under the table and ran a finger across that bulge.

Kerr shivered at the touch, prompting Aila to do the same. The erotic sight was making it extremely difficult for Jadis to focus on the conversations that were going on around the table, as was the tightness in her skirt-pants.

“Where did Kerr go?” Sabina abruptly asked as she turned to look at Syd.

“Not sure,” she shrugged as Kerr began slowly bobbing her head forward and back as quietly as she could. “Bathroom, maybe?”

“Oh, well, I was hoping to talk to her about some ideas I had about ranged weapons and—”

Syd nodded along as Sabina went off on another one of her long tangents. She had a few interesting ideas involving mobile ballista, but Jadis had an admittedly hard time focusing on the chipper half-elf’s points. Not as hard a time as Aila, though.

Aila’s mask of calm composure had slipped just a bit. Her blue eyes dilated and her lips parted as she barely constrained herself from panting. Only Jay’s hand resting lightly on the small of her back seemed to ground Aila and prevent her from humping her hips into Kerr’s face right then and there at the table. Because other than being as quiet as possible, Kerr was not holding back.

There was only so far and so fast Kerr could go, the awkward position and furniture getting in the way, but that didn’t stop Kerr from putting in her best effort. She moved her lips up and down Aila’s shaft in a rhythmic bobbing motion, a sloppy mess of spit dripping down her face despite how quiet she remained. It was honestly impressive that she somehow didn’t gag at all with such a huge cock invading her throat. At times, when she needed to catch her breath, she’d stop with just Aila’s cockhead trapped between her lips while her hands worked at her shaft, rubbing and stroking and squeezing everywhere at once.

“Did you lose something under the table?” Eir asked, almost startling Dys.

She’d spent just a little too long looking downward and caught the cleric’s attention. While Jadis had no doubt that the lewd priestess wouldn’t blow their cover, she still didn’t want Eir to catch on to what was happening just out of her sight. Not only because she was certain Aila would be mortified, but also because the whole scenario was a lot more fun with everyone else at the table being none the wiser.

“Sorry, just lost in thought,” Dys waved Eir’s concern away.

Though perhaps not quickly enough, as Eir was already leaning to one side and moving to lift the tablecloth. Aila stiffened even further at the sight, her nostrils flaring. Jay’s hand went to grab hold of Eir, but before she could, a familiar voice interrupted them.

“Fortune’s Favored. Good afternoon.”

Syd half turned where she sat to look at the man who was standing behind her, more for his benefit than hers since Jadis could see the pale blue elf just fine with her other bodies. Standing at a respectful distance away with his hands clasped behind his back was Lothaire, the fire wizard from the Flame Wolves mercenary company. With his long hair swept back and a sharp nose, the man had an almost eagle-like face, which he inclined towards the table at large in greeting.

“Lothaire,” Syd nodded back at the elf. “How have you been? Burn any interesting demons lately?”

“A few,” he smiled ever so slightly. “We have mostly been focused on clearing the tunnels immediately around Far Felsen which has meant our foes have been generally much of the same as you would find above ground, but there have been a few memorable encounters.”

“Thanks again for blowing me and that demon up, by the way,” Dys said dryly.

“You’re welcome,” Lothaire bowed slightly at the waist. “It was quite fortunate that you didn’t die, though part of that fortune is because I have a skill that actively reduces the damage my spells do to allies caught in the radius of my spells.”

“Oh! That’s a wonderful skill to have,” Eir said, smiling at her fellow elf. “Maybe someday Aila will learn something similar for her spells.”

Lothaire’s gaze turned to a red-faced Aila, the woman putting on a remarkable show of looking unbothered while Kerr continued to suck her cock under the table.

“You may yet, though I must warn you, young mage, that it was not until much later levels and many friendly fire incidents that I gained the skill. However, if you are interested in such a spell modification, I suggest you catch your allies in your spells intentionally in a controlled environment. It’s the safest way to potentially earn that skill.”

“Thank you,” Aila cleared her throat, “for the advice.”

Before Lothaire could continue, a much louder voice shouted from across the dining room.

“Hey, you blue-assed wanker! Get back here and order so we can get our food!”

Lothaire closed his eyes and slightly shook his head before releasing a small sigh. Opening his eyes, he nodded to Aila and then the table at large.

“My companions call for me. I do hope we get another chance to talk at greater length.”

“Yeah, another time,” Syd smiled at the wizard as the others murmured their own good-days.

Jadis watched Lothaire return to his table on the other side of the room where a few other men sat. She recognized the large orc as being the barbaric one with an unusually loud voice, but the bald healer was there too, as well as a strikingly handsome, almost effeminate man. While she couldn’t be sure, Jadis guessed that the girlish-faced man was likely the knight she’d seen in the past who was wielding a lightning blade.

“That was nice of him to offer some advice, wasn’t it?” Eir turned to Aila. “He didn’t have to—are you okay?”

Eir’s concerned question was prompted by Aila’s closed eyes as her whole body shivered involuntarily. She took a shuddering breath, but then opened her eyes and smiled in an almost natural way at the priestess.

“Fine, thank you,” she said with only the slightest hitch in her voice. “And yes, that was good advice, though nothing that isn’t already written about in most arcane magic instructional tomes.”

As Aila talked to Eir, Dys quickly glanced under the table to see Kerr pulling away from Aila’s cock. Her face was a wet mess, but she had the same expression as the cat who’d gotten the cream. Without attracting attention, Dys slipped the sodden therion a cloth napkin, which she used to wipe off her face. She even quickly wiped off Aila’s half-softened member before gently putting it back in place.

A few moments later, Kerr slipped out from under the table while the others were distracted by the waitress returning to the table with the first of their many plates of food.

“Oh, Kerr, where have you been?” Eir asked when she noticed the archer adjusting her seat. “You’ve been gone for a while.”

“Just went to get a drink,” Kerr said while grinning at a glaring Aila. “But I already finished it. I’ll need to get another one soon.”