Rebirth of the Nephilim

By the end of the hour, Sabina was a quivering mess. She lay in a sodden heap, cum dripping off of her tan skin and out of her well-used pussy. She was conscious, barely, but her eyes remained closed as she mumbled a continual stream of nonsense. Jadis almost felt bad for the woman, except for the wide yet tired smile that was plastered across her face.

The collar hadn’t made it out of the intense fuck session so well as Sabina. The bone and scale amulets decorating the leather strap had all shattered to pieces, turning the used-up enchantment into a worthless pile of junk. The device had accomplished the goal, though. Once a full hour had passed, the enchantment had ended and Sabina had been wracked with the most powerful orgasm of her life. Maybe it was unintentional, or maybe it was just the nature of the spell it was based off of, but all the pent-up sexual frustration that came from being on edge for so long had released all at once, leading to a bone-quaking climax that had genuinely worried Jadis for a few moments.

Sabina had actually gone fully silent for a solid minute as she’d rode out the storm.

Eir was, as usual, an absolute angel. As soon as Sabina’s body had ceased shaking in climax, she’d taken the smith from Dys’ arms and held her gently, helping her to come down from the incredible peak she’d just tumbled off of in spectacular fashion. Eir sat with Sabina’s head in her lap, tenderly caressing the stunned smith as she murmured her own sweet nothings in response to Sabina’s half-cognizant ramblings.

The angelic effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact that both were naked and covered in cum, but the premise still stood. Eir was an angel. A very, very lewd angel.

Jay, Dys, and Syd all sat nearby, chests heaving as sweat shone across their marble-pale skin. Fucking Sabina for so long had not only been fun, but it had also been a workout. Especially since Jadis had managed to work in a few rounds with Eir at the same time. Certainly not the longest or the hardest she’d ever done the deed, which was a weird sentiment all on its own, but she definitely needed a moment to catch her breath and drink some water.

“Want some?” Jay asked as she held a jug of water to her left.

“No, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” Dys asked as she took the jug from Jay. “It’s important to stay hydrated, you know.”

“You’re the one—er, three that need to stay hydrated. How much cum did you actually, uh, cum? Where in the abyss does it all come from?”

Syd raised one eyebrow as she looked at Bridget. The orc woman was sandwiched between Jay and Dys, their naked bodies pressed up against hers, while Syd was sitting across from them, her legs drawn up under her as she leaned heavily on one arm.

“You know, I have no idea,” Syd shrugged. “I half-expect magic is involved. I mean, with the volume I put out, there has to be some magic to it, right? I feel like I’d be a dried-up husk after one night if there wasn’t.”

“But I also think we have internal testes,” Jay mused. “I can feel a kind of clenching tightness in my lower stomach whenever I’m getting close, and when I do cum I can feel a sort of pulsing, throbbing sensation in that same spot. I think that’s where it’s all coming from.”

Bridget blinked, glancing down at Jay’s stomach.

“You mean you’ve got balls in your belly?”

“Maybe?” Dys answered as she took the jug away from her lips. “I know some animals work like that. Like elephants. We might be the same.”

“What’s an elephant?”

“Uh,” Jay paused, unsure if she’d just broached an Earth-only topic. “Kind of like a huge, fat horse with a really long nose? Big tusks, all gray? They’re not magical beasts, either, just big animals.”

“Do you know about elephants?” Syd asked Eir, now curious if this was an animal that didn’t crossover from her old world to her new one.

“I have heard of such beasts,” Eir nodded. “I believe they hail from the western continent. They are quite rare, or so I have heard.”

“Huh,” both Syd and Bridget made their own non-committal noises.

There was a brief, awkward silence between the four as they seemingly ran out of things to say. Well, Sabina was still mumbling, but her input was somewhat inconsequential for the time being.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Jay finally ventured to ask, not wanting to drag things out any longer. “I think the ball is in your court, Bridget.”

“I’m not the one with balls,” Bridget looked confused, then her face shifted as she caught onto the metaphor. “Oh, you mean—I get it. I thought we were still talking about, you know, those kinds of—never mind.”

“Hey, we still could be,” Dys pointed out. “And you could have some, if you’re interested. We have a ritual for that. You could get the whole package, if you want.”

“Might make accomplishing your skill prerequisites a little easier on you,” Syd continued. “It says the effect increases depending on how many Nephilim you have sex with at the same time, but it doesn’t say you can’t, you know, be the ‘man’ of the situation, right?”

“I guess so?” Bridget looked torn as she nervously bit her lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about it, a lot. Er, not just the sex part. The effects part.”

“You’ve been thinking about sex with us a lot, have you?” Syd teased as she gave the flustered orc a lascivious grin.

“Shut up, nutter,” Bridget scowled cutely. “You know what I meant. The skill is supposed to be for different Nephilim. There’s three of you, but you’re all still, you know, you. Is it even going to make a difference if we do it one on one versus all three? Shouldn’t you just count for the one time?”

“Well,” Jay let out a big breath. “We won’t know for sure until we try it, but I personally think we’ll count as three for the skill. Aila has a skill called Nephilim Saturation. It increases her magic value by fifty points per Nephilim she has sex with and she currently has a one-hundred-and-fifty-point boost. Clearly, we count as three for that skill.”

“On the other hand, for the purpose of our Lascivious Empowerment ritual, we only count as one participant,” Dys pointed out. “So it’s not consistent. Or at least, whatever the guiding principle is, we haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Now that I think about it out loud, though,” Syd pondered with a tilt of her head, “the difference there is that one is a skill while the other is a ritual. Maybe that’s what defines the rules, so to speak?”

“Either way, I think it’ll be best if we test out all three of me with you at the same time, just to confirm if it goes one way or the other,” Jay finished as she smiled down at Bridget. “But if you’re getting cold feet and don’t want to go through with it, that’s fine too. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Bridget was still biting her lower lip, brow furrowed in concentration, but at the last few words from Jay, she looked up with a determined expression.

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to,” she said firmly. “I like you. I mean, I like having sex with you. I mean, I like you, as a person, too, but I also like the fucking, which is what we’re talking about here, and I mean… Fuck!”

Bridget leapt to her feet with a frustrated huff and, with a growl, pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bountiful chest. She tossed the article of clothing aside as she stared around at the three Nephilim sitting in a circle around her.

“Look, just fuck me already, okay? It’s not that idea that’s making me nervous, it’s the waiting. I’m getting all bothered and it wouldn’t be so bad if you just, you know, did it already.”

“Fair enough,” Syd let out a laugh as she grinned up at the frustrated warrior. She couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on her breasts, though. Bridget really was stacked. “But the question still stands: how do you want to do this?”

“Well, you know,” Bridget waved her hand in a circle. “Just stick it in, right? We didn’t have much trouble doing it the last couple of times. Pretty fun, actually.”

“True,” Dys said as she got onto her knees and crawled up right behind Bridget. “But those have all just been one of me at a time. This time it’s all three of us. I can think of a few creative ways we can do this, but ultimately what we do is up to your level of comfort.”

“I’m open to suggestions,” Bridget said as she looked over her shoulder at Dys.

“Mm,” Jay hummed as she got up close to Bridget. “I wouldn’t mind finding out what it feels like fuck these.”

Teasingly Jay ran her fingers over the sides of Bridget’s breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a shiver from the orc. She avoided touching her dark green nipples, but both rapidly perked up with just the slight touches. Only Eir rivaled Bridget in size, both probably equal though it was hard to say considering the two women’s overall height and body-type differences. They were more than a handful, even for Jadis’ Nephilim-sized hands, and the thought of sliding her cock between Bridget’s heavy tits sent a delightful thrill through Jadis.

“That’s, um, not that weird, I guess,” Bridget murmured as her breathing quickened. “What else?”

“Other than the usual way?” Syd said with a grin as she sidled up close to Bridget’s left. “I could fuck your armpit?”

“What!?”

“Shush!” Syd hushed Bridget with a laugh. “It’s not really my thing, but I’ve heard of some people who are into that sort of thing.”

“Could use your knees, too,” Dys pointed out as her hands rested on Bridget’s hips. “One on each side. Might be kind of fun.”

“Or I could fuck your feet,” Syd suggested with a wink. “Just press them together and go to town. Again, not really my thing, but I’d be willing to give it a try, if just to see what the fuss is all about.”

“Those really are bloody weird ideas,” Bridget chuckled nervously as the three Nephilim pressed even closer to her, their hands roaming more and more across her barely clothed body. “I, uh, I’m not sure about those.”

“Then there’s always the traditional way for these kinds of things,” Dys whispered into Bridget’s ear. “Nothing wrong with choosing the classic.”

“What do you—oh!”

Bridget’s question was cut off as Dys’ hands dipped below the waistband of her pants to cup her full ass. Dys eagerly kneaded the pliant flesh, enjoying both the feel and the way Bridget shivered and leaned into the touch. Just to make sure her point was clear, Dys let one of her pinky fingers wander, lightly stroking against Bridget’s rear entrance.

“I, uh, I’ve never done anything like that,” Bridget responded with an audible gulp. “Not that I’m exactly saying no, ‘cause I’ve always been kind of curious, but yeah. Would that really work out, what with how big you are?”

“I was able to fuck my own ass with no problem,” Jay said, grinning at the startled look on Bridget’s face. “Pretty sure my adaptation skill will cover it.”

“We can take it slow at first,” Syd suggested. “See how you like it. We’ve always got your feet as a backup plan if it turns out you’re not into it.”

Bridget looked skeptical at first, but with Jay’s hands kneading her breasts, Dys’ hands massaging her ass, and Syd’s hands teasing her lower stomach, Bridget’s eyes unfocused in a familiar lustful gaze. Her breath was starting to come out in more of a pant as her dark eyes grew even darker, while her skin twitched and shivered with tension. After a long moment, Bridget shook her head, dark hair spilling left and right.

“To the abyss with it, let’s give it a go. Fuck my ass, Jadis.”