Rebirth of the Nephilim

“Nononononono—” Sabina’s litany of repeated words was cut off by a sudden, lewd wail.

“Just breathe,” Dys whispered into her ear while gently petting her head. “We’re almost there.”

“Oh, please,” Sabina moaned in a shaky voice. “I can’t take anymore…”

“Should we stop?” Dys asked as it was becoming a real concern that maybe they should.

“No!” Sabina cried out, a shiver running through her. “I can make it! I’m fine, I’m fine, I just—gods!”

A deeper shudder rolled through the smith as her vocalizations turned to inarticulate grunts and moans. Wetness flooded Syd’s cock and crotch as Sabina climaxed while riding on top of her. Again.

Sabina was shockingly sensitive. Sensitive to a point that Jadis had never dealt with before, not even close. The woman was on a hair trigger, easy to bring to her peak with a minimum of touch, sometimes getting there in just a matter of minutes. And once she reached her climax, Sabina was the kind to experience multiple orgasms, her body writhing and shuddering through two or three more if the stimulation continued.

“How many is that now?” Kerr asked, her eyebrows raised high as she blinked wonderingly.

“Twenty,” Thea whispered from next to her, her own eyes just as big.

Sabina’s capacity for quick and strung along orgasms was equal parts sexy and kind of disturbing. Seeing the hot half-elf succumb to pleasure as she shuddered and moaned while her eyes rolled back into her head was a breathtaking sight that made Jadis want to ravage her even more. Then again, the fact that Sabina was literally dripping with sweat and gushing out fluids with every orgasm had her worried that she was going to actually cause herself harm from dehydration. A real enough concern that halfway through the ritual she’d poured water down the panting smith’s throat and had Eir cast some of her healing on her, just in case.

There was a further concern when it came to Sabina’s hair trigger, beyond just health considerations. How was she ever supposed to coordinate her climaxes with everyone else when they attempted Lascivious Empowerment? There wasn’t a chance Jadis could get everyone in the whole group to cum at the same time that Sabina did, much less as frequently. And that ritual normally took two hours. Sabina was barely hanging on through the one hour of Lewd Lover’s Bond. It had been something like forty-five minutes so far and she was legitimately worried for the smith’s safety.

At least Jadis had Ritual Time Reduction. She could use that skill to decrease the length of time of a ritual by half, which would certainly help. But as to Sabina’s hair trigger… That problem would have to be addressed another time. Jadis had enough mental separation between her refracted minds that she could think about multiple different topics at the same time, but having one of her cocks squeezed by Sabina’s tight pussy as she experienced another orgasm was a large distraction, one that she’d rather focus on than not.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Sabina cursed and shook before falling forwards towards Syd.

Dys let her go, allowing Sabina to flop into Syd’s waiting arms as the half-elf buried her face between her tits and muffled her moans. Leaning back, Dys admired the messy connection of Syd and Sabina’s bodies.

The sight was beyond just lewd. Debauched was a better word. Depraved, even. Syd’s giant cock was halfway thrust into half-elf’s tunnel, her pussy lips stretched around her thick length to an obscene degree. More than that, though, was the sheer volume of wetness. Pearlescent Nephilim cum dripped between them, sticky strings of the sweet seed stretching between their flesh. Sabina’s own cinnamon-flavored fluids were mixed in, dripping all over Syd’s crotch and onto the blanket beneath them which now sported a massive wet spot.

Sabina had ridden Dys first after Jadis had given her a taste. The smith hadn’t hesitated upon seeing the giant cock at full mast waiting for her and had eagerly thrown herself at the challenge. She’d only gotten a third of Dys’ dick into her hot wet core before she’d shuddered in another climax. A true sign of the events to come.

Dys had lasted as long as she could, but with a sexy smith constantly coming on top of her, pussy gripping her tightly as she shook like a leaf in a hurricane, she’d filled Sabina with a load of her spunk before she’d ever worked her full length inside the half-elf. After that, Jadis had switched her bodies around and had Sabina get on top of Syd with the intent of taking things slower and going for a slow burn. Not that it seemed to have made too much of a difference. Once the half-elf got going, she didn’t slow down easily.

“Are we done?” Sabina asked with a pitiful groan as she raised her head up. Her short and curly black hair had flopped across her eyes, soaked in sweat. “Oh, you’re glowing. That’s good, right?”

“That’s right,” Syd said with a smile as she wiped the hair out of Sabina’s eyes. “But we’re not quite done yet. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes to go.”

“Okay,” Sabina nodded in defeat, like she’d just been told she was marching into battle. “I can do it, we can keep going, I’m fine.”

Like the trooper she was, Sabina started gyrating her hips, grinding herself against Syd and forcing more of her cock into her no-doubt aching pussy. Hot cum squelched messily out of her as she did so, soaking Syd’s cock further as the thick seed dripped down to Syd’s own pussy.

“Hold on,” Syd grunted, stilling Sabina’s hips with her firm hands. “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

“What?” Sabina asked, her tired expression morphing into a more concerned one. “Why would we skin a cat?”

“Strike that,” Syd murmured as she craned her neck down to give Sabina a kiss on her forehead. “New phrasing. There’s more than one way to lick a pussy.”

“I don’t—”

Whatever Sabina was about to say was cut off by a lewd moan as Dys licked where she and Syd were joined, lapping up the cinnamon sweet fluids with a hum of delight. Holding Sabina firmly in place with her hands on her ass, Syd kept the smith from squirming while Dys pleasured them both. There was no need to thrust or grind or hump: the ritual required sex, but it didn’t say it couldn’t be handled in a more passive way.

Dys lay between Syd’s legs, face buried between them as she ran her tongue up and down the exposed length of Syd’s cock. She would sometimes dip lower, thrusting her tongue deeply into Syd’s hot core before dragging her tongue upwards across Syd’s cock and then tickling the tip along Sabina’s pussy lips.

She had to be careful. Sabina was so, so sensitive and Jadis didn’t want to trigger another round of back-to-back orgasms. As fun as they were, she needed to learn how to pleasure Sabina without bringing her over the edge so quickly. The smith would potentially need to switch out which of her magic stats was being boosted regularly depending on the enchantments she planned on making. Turning her into a quivering puddle of sex was fun, but not something Jadis thought practical. Besides, if she was going to involve Sabina in her Lascivious Empowerment ritual, she’d need to learn how to work with the half-elf’s short fuse.

“Oh, oh there!” Sabina started to cry out as Syd slowly pumped her cock into her hot core.

“No, hold it off,” Dys admonished as Syd stopped her movement mere moments after starting. “I want you to hold back, Sabina. Hold off for as long as you can, alright?”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” Sabina shuddered as her pussy tightened to a ridiculous degree around Syd’s shaft, making her grunt.

“Yes, you can,” Syd insisted. “You’re going to hold off because I asked you to, understand? I want you to hold off. Do it for me.”

“Yes, yes,” Sabina whined as her hips struggled to move against Syd’s iron grip. “I’ll hold back. I’ll do it, just a moment, give me a moment.”

It was torture. Sabina writhed on top of Syd, panting like she’d run a marathon, her sweet scent filling Jadis’ nose and her slick flesh rubbing all across her. Her incredibly wet pussy gripped and tightened and shuddered around her cock in all the right ways to make Jadis want to fill the sexy smith’s belly with more cum than she could stand. But if she was going to make Sabina hold off, she’d hold off as well. They could last until the end, together.

They couldn’t just lie there, though. There was some leeway with the ritual, but after a couple of minutes of relative inactivity, Jadis could feel the glow of the eldritch magic start to leave her as the conditions of the spell’s limits were tested. They had to keep going.

Dys dove back in, licking and sucking at Sabina and her other self’s union, drawing out fresh gasps and shuddering moans from the woman. Somehow, she didn’t immediately set off and held back from her climax.

“Good job,” Syd whispered as she groped and squeezed Sabina’s firm ass. “You’re doing great. We’re almost there.”

Sabina’s response was nonverbal, just a series of lewd noises as she ground back against Dys’ ministrations. Abruptly she turned her head and latched onto Syd’s breast, sucking on her nipple with abandon. Perhaps she was just seeking some way of distracting herself, but Jadis wasn’t going to object.

As a few more minutes passed, Jadis could feel the ritual’s end growing closer, just as she could feel her own climax becoming harder to hold back. Sabina kept holding off, restraining herself despite her obvious need. Syd kept whispering words of encouragement to her, telling her what a good job she was doing and how proud she was of the smith that she was standing strong. It was the longest she’d lasted all night. Eventually, Jadis counted down the time for the ritual to be over in a minute or two, based on the level of inner glow coming from her selves.

“Sabina?” Syd called to the distracted half-elf, forcing her to look up and meet her eyes. “Sabina, focus.”

The smith’s mouth popped open, releasing Syd’s wet breast as she let out a low moan.

“Uh huuuh?”

“We’re almost done,” Syd informed her, lust coloring her voice. “Just a minute more. I’d like to cum now. Do you want to cum?”

“Uh huh,” Sabina answered her with a nod, looking and sounding almost as though she were in a drunken stupor.

“Okay,” Syd told her as Dys pulled back. “I’m going to fuck you real hard right now, alright? I want you to come with me when I do. Cum as hard as you can.”

“A—alright,” Sabina said around a gulping breath.

Jadis wasn’t entirely sure if the smith was ready for the next couple of moments since she’d been keeping things gentle for the past hour. But for these last minutes, Jadis was done holding back. She needed release as much as Sabina did.

With one smooth motion, Syd rolled over so that Sabina was flat on her back with Syd on top of her. With a firm thrust of her hips, she hilted herself fully inside the smith. A loud, wet smack of flesh on flesh echoed off of the stone walls as the cum already filling Sabina splashed out around Syd’s cock.

“Gods!” Sabina cried out, followed by a string of words spoken so fast that Jadis couldn’t distinguish one from the next.

Pulling back only a short way, Syd slammed back into Sabina’s tight heat, drawing out more exclamations and moans of pleasure as she began to rapidly rut into the woman. Sabina’s legs wrapped around Syd’s waist as best they could while her strong arms held on for dear life. Syd did not hold back, fucking the smith with all of her pent-up lust from the past forty minutes of careful control. She pressed her body down, enveloping Sabina with her body, practically squashing the smaller woman under her as she thrust into her with as much speed as she could manage.

Sabina wailed as she came apart, her pussy convulsing as she uncontrollably climaxed, her cries muffled as Syd wrapped one of her arms around her head and holding her close to her chest. Feeling that delicious shiver against her over-stimulated cock was more than enough for Syd to lose the last bit of her control as she came as well. The dam was released as the hot pool that had been building in the pit of her stomach came gushing out to fill Sabina’s womb.

Syd’s cock pulsed with wave after wave of cum. After only the first two pulses, Sabina’s overstuffed pussy couldn’t handle anymore. Thick Nephilim seed squirted out around the tight seal of Sabina’s pussy lips around Syd’s shaft, splashing lewdly out onto the floor as Syd continued to piston her cock into Sabina throughout their orgasm.

The almost savage fucking went on for several minutes as both Syd and Sabina rode out their orgasms. As Syd’s spine-tingling pulses eventually slowed and faded, she realized that Sabina was still going, her body still convulsing as she let out unintelligible curses and cries into Syd’s chest. Bringing her thrusts to a halt, Syd let the woman beneath her finish her shivering orgasm, just holding her and waiting for her to calm.

When Sabina finally stopped shuddering, Syd leaned back to reveal the smith in all of her thoroughly fucked splendor.

“You okay?” Syd panted out her question, the last sprint having taken her breath away.

For once, Sabina didn’t have anything to say. She lay there, a sweaty, gasping mess. Jadis wasn’t even sure the woman was still conscious until she lifted a shaky hand into the air and gave her a thumbs up.

“Good,” Syd said before Dys took a mouthful of the obscene liquid that was dripping from Syd and Sabina’s soaked nethers. “Now give me a kiss to seal the pact.”

Sabina barely got her eyes open before Dys was there, working her tongue into the smith’s mouth to share her lewd load with her. Sabina’s tongue lazily, almost listlessly moved against Dys’, all energy sapped from her. But the kiss was still a kiss.

The glow left Jadis’ bodies as Sabina’s eyes shone bright with a white light. She gazed unseeing up at Dys and Syd for a few moments before the glow faded, her choice having been made.

There was silence in the room for a good minute after that before someone eventually spoke up.

“So? What did you choose?” Aila asked, calling out to the smith.

Syd leaned further back as Dys pulled away, revealing Sabina’s unmoving form.

“Going to have to wait for an answer,” Syd mused. “I think she fainted.”