Rebirth of the Nephilim

Ida grinned up at Sorcha, which was an act she never thought she would have any ability to perform. Specifically, grinning up at the diminutive goblin. Sorcha was only a little more than three feet tall, which made her practically doll-sized when compared to Jadis’ gigantic frame. Even when she was sitting and the goblin was standing, Jadis always looked down at Sorcha. After casting Mirror Magnification, however, the wand witch towered over Ida.

Well, not really. Sorcha had doubled in size, which meant she was about six foot two by Jadis’ estimation. Still smaller than her standing form by three feet. And yet, while sitting, Jadis could finally say that she was looking up at Sorcha.

“Did you cast it yet?”

Sorcha’s nervous question caused Ida to realize that the goblin had been standing there with her eyes closed, waiting for something to happen. Mirror Magnification’s transition was relatively seamless, so she wasn’t surprised that Sorcha hadn’t noticed the change yet. Leaning back slightly so Sorcha would get a better view, Ida answered the witch’s question.

“Why don’t you open your eyes and see for yourself?”

Ida stifled a laugh as she watched Sorcha’s right eye slowly crack open, as though she was somehow worried she would encounter something horrifying. After a long pause, the goblin’s green eyes popped wide open as she let out a surprised gasp.

“Holy shite on a cracker! You’re not a giant anymore!”

“I’m not?” Ida openly laughed at the unexpected exclamation.

“Well, actually, you still are a bloody big lady, but you’re not as giant as you were a second ago! I mean, I’m just so used to seeing a fucking colossus stomping around with those big feet of yours but now you actually look… reasonable! Sort of! It’s so weird!”

Ida continued to giggle at the goblin’s excitement as she took a moment to reexamine her lover. Sorcha’s magically increased height hadn’t just made her taller. Well, it had done exactly that, but the effect highlighted things about the green woman that Jadis had always noticed previously but now stood out even more than before.

Sorcha’s body was proportional to her height, which was to say, she looked like the average human in terms of how her body and limbs compared to each other. At her normal stature, it made her look incredibly petite. Having doubled in size, she looked far more like a tall female elf than a goblin. Not that Jadis had seen any elves with her particular shade of green skin. Sorcha’s coloration was far closer to Bridget and other orcs. However, the goblin was still strangely petite looking despite being over six feet tall. She just didn’t have the muscle mass that orcs seemed to possess naturally.

Aside from her body, the other big feature that made her look sort of like an elf were her ears. Though, the differences were almost as stark as the similarities. Elves had long, pointed ears that swept back and up. There was a slender grace to the way Eir’s ears looked, which could be said of most other elves Jadis had met as well. Sorcha’s ears were just as pointed, but they were also much wider at the base. Rather than sweeping back, her ears stuck out to the sides, almost horizontally, and they had a lot more flop to them when Sorcha moved her head. The trait was noticeable when she was her normal height, but stood out to the extreme with her magically enhanced size.

What really caught Jadis’ attention were the goblin’s eyes. They had always looked big on her small face, but after doubling in height, Sorcha’s eyes were huge. There was something almost anime about how big her eyes were compared to the rest of her face. The effect was both oddly disconcerting, yet at the same time, ethereally beautiful. It was an alien attractiveness that Jadis found to be oddly mesmerizing. Sorcha had always been beautiful to her, yet the spell’s magnifying effect was somehow increasing the goblin witch’s alure as well.

“You’re staring…”

Ida blinked, then widened her grin as she realized that Sorcha was right. She had been openly staring at the goblin.

“Absolutely. You’re so pretty, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“What, is your tongue made of gold?” Sorcha bashfully looked away as she tried to brush off the praise. “Always saying things like that. It’s like you’re trying to make everyone blush.”

“I am,” Ida admitted easily. “I love to see you heat up.”

“Well, stop it. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Never. I’d rather die than stop speaking the truth of how beautiful my lovers are. That includes you, too, Sorcha. You’re very beautiful.”

Ida could see the figurative steam pouring out of Sorcha’s ears as the tall goblin melted under her focused attention. Bunching up her fists and letting out a cute growl of frustration, Sorcha lightly punched Ida’s shoulder.

“You’re such a bloody lech.”

“Yup. Now come here.”

A wicked thought possessed Jadis as she bantered with her lover. Acting on the impulse, she grabbed hold of the hand Sorcha had used to punch her. Ida pulled the witch intimately close as an excited rush of anticipation ran through her nerves. Immediately leaning in for a kiss, her lover responded eagerly as their tongues intertwined and danced together in a carnal duet.

It was strange kissing Sorcha while her size was doubled. Her mouth and movements were as familiar to Jadis as her own right hand, and yet, the change in size seemed to make her a whole new person. Her tongue was longer than it had been minutes ago, could reach further, and thus she used that reach in ways that Jadis had yet to experience with her goblin lover. Her sharp teeth felt far more dangerous now that they were so much larger than before, which sent a weird thrill through Ida as she ran her own tongue along the pointy protrusions.

And yet, despite the differences, when Ida sucked on Sorcha’s tongue in that way she knew the witch loved, there was still that delightful little moan in response that sent an instant jolt to her straining cock.

“Is that a club under your skirt or are you just happy to see me?” Ida murmured after briefly breaking away from Sorcha’s lips.

“A what?” the distracted goblin mumbled in response, her eyes unfocused and tone hazy.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out directly,” the Nephilim smothered a laugh at Sorcha’s response.

Pulling Sorcha’s dress up, Ida moved just slow enough to tease the witch without inadvertently frustrating her own growing excitement. The brown skirt was long, which meant with how much fabric was in the way, it could take a while before anything truly lewd was revealed. Then again, with the way Sorcha’s pole was tenting her dress, there was a fair amount of leg put on display already. In no time at all, the simple material was pulled away to reveal a true monstrosity.

“Holy shit,” Ida exclaimed as her eyes eagerly traced the outline of Sorcha’s studded club. “I feel like I should be used to sights like this, considering who I am and all, but fuck me. Sorcha, you’re a beast.”

At her normal height, Sorcha’s magically gifted cock was slightly more than nine inches long. Not the biggest in their group, even excluding Jadis as a point of comparison, but still huge by any sane person’s metrics. The massiveness of her rod had always been further enhanced by how petite Sorcha was. Seeing the small goblin with a giant dick swinging between her knees was a ridiculous and strangely erotic sight.

Well, Sorcha’s cock was still long enough to reach her knees, or would be, if she weren’t hard as wood and standing at stiff attention. Only, since her height had been doubled, that meant her shaft had increased proportionally in size as well. The goblin’s cock was more than eighteen inches in length, which pushed its dimensions past the point of being impressive and far into the territory of absurdity.

“Still not as big as you,” Sorcha said as she fisted bunches of her skirt to hold it up and out of the way of her twitching weapon.

“We aren’t talking about me,” Ida chided as she put her left hand under Sorcha’s weighty appendage and lifted. “We’re talking about you and this big, beautiful beast you’ve been neglecting.”

“Neglecting?” Sorcha frowned and gasped at the same time. Just Ida’s hand was enough to make the witch shudder. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, just look at this poor monster,” Ida virtually cooed. “So angry it’s trembling. You’ve been keeping it cooped up for way too long. A beast this big needs fresh air regularly. Definitely needs more hands-on attention.”

“…Jadis, we just had sex last night.”

“Exactly,” Ida said as she used the pointer finger of her right hand to lightly trace the hard nubs that lined the crown of Sorcha’s cockhead. “That was, what, more than twelve hours ago? You’ve got to feed your pets more often than that, Sorcha. It’s practically abuse not to.”

“I don’t think—nh, I don’t think I get this metaphor,” the goblin complained as she shuffled in place, barely containing herself under the direct teasing touch. “Is my dick supposed to be eating something? That doesn’t make—ah! Sense!”

“You’re thinking too hard about it,” Ida grinned. “But that’s okay. You won’t be thinking about much of anything at all in the next second.”

“Wha—ah!”

Ida didn’t let Sorcha finish even one word before she wrapped her mouth around the witch’s cockhead and sucked.

All further attempts at conversation, whether teasing on Ida’s part or confused on Sorcha’s, were decidedly over. While Jadis could not say with true honesty that all one hundred percent of her concentration was on the goblin, not when she had four other bodies doing other things at that very moment, she found that she had no issue at all putting all of her Ida self’s attention on the task in hand. In mouth. Whatever.

For the next couple of minutes, Ida just enjoyed the act of giving her lover pleasure. The heated groans and gasping moans that came from Sorcha were like a symphony to her, and she was the conductor. Though her baton was admittedly unwieldly, the music she was able to create with it was undeniably orgasmic to the ears. However, even after just a few minutes, Ida soon had to pull herself away from the goblin’s leaking tip. As much as she wanted to keep the song going, she had to give her jaw a break. Sorcha’s girth was just as impressive as her length, and the kneeling Nephilim could only keep her mouth open that wide for so long before it got uncomfortable. On the plus side, Ida didn’t think her goblin lover would be lasting much longer anyway. The poor witch was already shaking like a leaf from the effort of holding back.

“See what I mean?” Ida gasped as she popped her wet lips off Sorcha’s slick member. “You’re already about to explode. If you gave your beast here more regular exercise, then maybe you’d be able to last more than three minutes, hmm?”

“Fucking tits,” Sorcha cursed between ragged breaths. “You bloody tease! You know I’ve had to listen to that therion moaning behind my back all afternoon!”

“That’s alright,” Ida continued, completely ignoring the witch’s defense. “We want you to cum fast anyway, don’t we? We’ve got wand crafting to do, experiments to try…”

As she spoke, Ida ran her hands firmly up and down Sorcha’s long shaft. Using a double fist, she squeezed her lover’s cock as tightly as she would with her own pussy given the chance. Punctuating her words with licks and nibbles around the edges of the goblin’s crown, she carefully nipped with her teeth, drawing out breathless gaps. All the while she kept her eyes on Sorcha’s face, enjoying the vision of her not-so-little goblin’s eyes glaring daggers at her as she fought back her climax with all of her might.

“Come on, let it out,” Ida cajoled before running her long tongue across Sorcha’s tip. “I bet you’d really enjoy the sight of your cum all over my face. I know I love seeing my cum all over yours. Turnabout is fair play, after all. With how big you are now, I bet it’ll be a big load, too. You’ll probably cover me completely.”

“Oh, fuck,” the witch moaned as her body tensed in a familiar way.

“Or, you know what?” the Nephilim said with a pretense of realization. “You probably want to pour your seed all over my breasts, don’t you?”

Taking a moment to back slightly away from the enlarged goblin, Ida stripped her shirt and wraps off to expose her chest. For the brief moment that her hands released Sorcha, she could see the palpable disappointment her lover had at the loss of her touch. However, as soon as her breasts were on display, Sorcha’s frustration shifted to a very different type all together.

“I know you like boobs,” Ida commented as she resumed her firm milking motions. Talking over Sorcha’s moans, she made sure that her chest puffed out as she continued to pleasure the witch. “I won’t make you pick a favorite pair; I know that a woman of culture like yourself wouldn’t be able to choose just one set to favor above all others. Especially when you’re always surrounded by so many gorgeous examples, hmm? But tell me, how would you rate mine?”

“Ten out of ten,” Sorcha panted, “you bloody weirdo. Ah! Keep doing that!”

“Thank you,” Ida said as she pulled her lips and tongue away from the cockhead nub she had just lavished with attention. “I always thought so too, but if I say it, it makes me seem egotistical.”

“You are egotistic—oh gods!”

“So, with a beautiful canvas like these,” she continued between nibbles. “Don’t you want to let your inner artist loose? Release yourself all over this pale flesh and bask in the glory of a new masterpiece?”

“I thought we were feeding my beast or some shite like that,” the witch clenched her eyes shut for a few seconds.

“We can do more than one thing at a time. I’m a fan of multitasking.”

With her already firm grasp on Sorcha’s cock, Ida lowered her lover’s throbbing pillar enough so that she could rub the dripping tip of her cockhead in circles around her nipple. The slick feel of Sorcha’s precum wetting her skin excited Ida to the point that she very nearly threw her goblin lover onto a nearby pile of pillows and freed her own beast. And yet, she held back, committed to the teasing play she had initiated. If she was going to start something, she was going to finish it as well.

“Getting close?”

“Yes…” Sorcha moaned, her big green eyes locked onto where her cock was brushing against Ida’s tits.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes!” Sorcha agreed as her whole body tensed even further as her member pulsed.

“All over my breasts?”

“Yes, ah, I will!” Sorcha begged as Ida’s hands stroked her to near completion.

“Ah, but we almost forgot!” Ida cried out in mock alarm as she released her hold on the goblin’s twitching cock. “We need to collect your seed for your wands! And we don’t even have a container. Wait right there while I go get one, okay?”

Sorcha watched Ida slip away with an incredulous stare. Jadis could practically feel the heat in her lover’s wide-eyed gaze as she was left hanging on the very cusp of release. For a long moment, she just stood here, stunned, cock pulsing and dripping like an actual angry beast as it was denied its culmination.

Ida purposefully ignored Sorcha’s gaze as she rummaged around in the bags on the other side of the room. Of course, she knew exactly where the funnel was that she and Aila made frequent use of when refilling the mage’s enchanted canteen, but she avoided the correct bag. She had to know how far she could push the moment before Sorcha broke and started stroking herself off, which naturally meant she couldn’t return right away.

As it turned out, not long at all. After only a few seconds of stunned inaction, Sorcha’s hands wrapped around her turgid length with desperate speed. She didn’t get more than a few inches up her rigid shaft before another set of hands stopped the motion.

“Hey now, let me help you with that,” Kerr tutted as she forced Sorcha to hold onto her skirt again rather than her cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm until the big lug gets back.”

“I don’t want to keep warm, I want to fucking—”

“So, what do you think about my breasts?” the naked therion spoke over Sorcha’s pleas as she pressed her body up against the goblin so that her throbbing green beast was sandwiched between them. “Pretty good, right?”

“You’re evil…”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

Ida grinned as she continued her drawn-out search. The sight of her horned lover getting involved both warmed her heart and her loins. She let Kerr get in another minute or so of additional teasing, just enough to satisfy the archer but not drive Sorcha completely insane, before she knee-walked back over to the two with her prizes in hand. One was the copper funnel, the other was an empty glass jar that Aila sometimes used for “overspill” as she liked to call it. Drawing close, she offered the funnel to Kerr.

“Hold this for me, would you?”

“Sure,” the therion replied simply after withdrawing her rough tongue from the underside of Sorcha’s shaft. “Need a hand with the glass?”

“No, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Ida said as she set the jar on the floor. “We’ll be careful with our aim. Right Sorcha?”

“Gods, you’re both evil…”

“I hope the jar is big enough,” Ida mused as she gently cupped Sorcha’s balls. Just like the rest of her lovers, when she had a cock, Sorcha had balls, too. It was only Jadis’ Nephilim biology that lacked such exterior organs. “These feel pretty full.”

“Yeah, they do,” Kerr agreed with an absurd level of idle detachment as she openly groped the goblin’s sack. “Just about ready to burst.”

“Fuck! Just let me come already! I need to!”

“Oh, come on,” Kerr rolled her eyes. “I’ve been teasing myself for nearly two hours. You can’t handle ten minutes?”

“No, I can’t, alright!? Please let me cum!”

Ida used her left hand to pull Sorcha’s head close to hers while her right hand held on firmly to the base of her cock. Speaking so that her lips brushed against the goblin’s mouth, her tone was husky with lust and amusement.

“About time you said the magic word.”

Locking lips with her lover in a deep kiss, Ida began rapidly stroking Sorcha’s rigid cock in the exact way she knew would lead her to her peak as quickly as possible. Her efforts were aided by Kerr, who managed to hold the funnel in her left hand while still fondling Sorcha’s jewels with her right. Closing her eyes, Ida focused entirely on the kiss, greedily sucking on her lover’s tongue as her own slipped and stroked over the goblin’s increased length. Her hand moved almost automatically, using an overhand grip as she made sure to give her slick shaft a twist at the end of each stroke.

“There we go,” Kerr’s voice reached her ears at the same time as Sorcha’s muffled moans increased in volume. “Let it all out. Holy fuck, girl. Look at how much you’re coming. Such a beast.”

Ida broke her kiss with the goblin so that she could watch her lover’s cock pulse as it poured its massive load into the funnel. Sorcha moaned openly as her body shook so much that Ida was forced to shift her left hand’s grip to keep the goblin from collapsing. It was a truly impressive amount, too. Ida’s right hand pumped rope after thick rope of cum from her trembling lover, taking care to make sure all of her seed was milked directly into the funnel.

When the pulses finally slowed to a stop, Ida released her grip on Sorcha’s cock to let the huge shaft bob freely in the open air. A final drop of seed hung precariously from the tip, which was almost immediately licked up by Kerr.

“Wouldn’t want to waste it,” she explained as she smacked her lips.

“I need to lie down,” Sorcha mumbled with utter exhaustion before letting her knees go out.

Letting her spent lover gently thump onto a pillow, Ida carefully cleaned out the copper funnel of any lingering seed before setting it aside to hold up the jar. Lifting it high so that both Sorcha and Kerr could see the pearlescent bounty, she noted that there was significantly less liquid in the container than she would have thought there would be considering how much the goblin had shot out during her thirty-second-long orgasm.

“Did you already drink some when I wasn’t looking?” Kerr questioned as she tapped a nail against the side of the jar.

“I think it’s because of the spell,” Ida mused as she put the jar down in a safe spot. “Anything that leaves the target goes back to normal size after a couple of seconds. I guess that applies to cum, too.”

“Damn,” Kerr cursed as she sat back on her haunches. “And here I was hoping you’d be able to give me a literal cum bath if you doubled your size.”

“We can probably still make that happen,” Ida laughed. “But that’s for another time. Right now, we need to get Sorcha back to full mast again.”

“Huh?” Sorcha’s head rose from where she had laid down. “What?”

Ida admired the sight of her satisfied lover lying on the blankets and cushions before her. Her dress was still pulled up, exposing her bare legs and, more importantly, her half-hard club of a cock. From her current view, she could also make out the soaked state of Sorcha’s underclothes from where they were still partially covering her pussy. The goblin’s length was draped across her stomach, nearly reaching her chest as she breathed heavily.

“We need more seed than this,” Ida answered the witch’s confused query. “Since the output was halved, we’ll just have to go for a second serving.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help this time,” Kerr assured the worried-looking green woman as she put a comforting hand on her slick length. “I’ll keep the big bad Nephilim from teasing you. Excessively.”

“I do not feel assured…” Sorcha said as the two troublemakers loomed over her recumbent form.

“But do you feel aroused?” Ida asked with a sly grin.

“…yes.”