Rebirth of the Nephilim

Chapter 476: Slow Burn

“Holy shit, you feel so fucking amazing,” Jay groaned through clenched teeth.

“Thank you,” Vraekae replied, a barely perceptible hitch in her typical cool tone. “This technique comes with practice.”

“Practice, huh?” Jay looked into the elf’s crimson eyes, her humor momentarily distracting her from the pleasure. “I’d love to know what kind of practice you do for this.”

“And yet you will have to learn to live without possessing that knowledge,” Vraekae countered.

“Fair enough,” Jay smirked, though not for long.

Jay’s amusement was soon reoriented towards the excruciatingly drawn-out pleasure of their carnal acts. It was hard, even with three different partitioned minds, for her to focus on anything else but the woman in front of her. Not that Jadis saw any reason to want to focus on anything other than the intense sensations she was experiencing, but still. Jadis was almost embarrassed by how easily Vraekae was leading her along.

The position they had adopted was an unusual one, and it had been conceived by the reserved elf. Well, Jadis didn’t know if Vraekae had come up with the exact configuration on her own, or if it was adapted from some old sex manual she had dug up in a dusty archive. Maybe it was something the magistrate had practiced and perfected previously with other lucky participants. Apparently, the dignified woman had a wilder history than Jadis had previously imagined. The tattoo on her back certainly seemed to indicate as much.

After Vraekae had oh so efficiently filled her tight rear entrance with Syd’s stiff cock, the elf had rotated herself to face away from the Nephilim. Per her instruction, Jay had gotten onto the overcrowded bed and slid herself up so that her legs overlapped with Syd’s, their pussies were pressed together, and their rigid members would have been sticking up like a pair of marble towers. Would have, as it was impossible to see those towers, for the most part, since Vraekae had once more slid another of Jadis’ cocks into her hot, wet depths with a smoothness that made her toes curl.

Of course, Vraekae had not done so without applying a liberal amount of that Essence of Nephilim, or whatever it was called, to Jay’s member. The substance added an amazing tingling sensation that seemed to travel all over her bodies before coalescing at the base of her cocks every time Vraekae moved. And the way the woman moved…

Jadis had never tried it before, but she was not unfamiliar with the concept of tantric sex. It was supposed to be a slow burn, almost meditative, and didn’t necessarily result in a climax, since the focus was on a continual, unabated pleasure rather than reaching a peak. That seemed to be the technique Vraekae was using on her, and it was incredibly effective.

Rather than bouncing up and down on the two pale Nephilim poles she had impaled herself on like an over-achieving cowgirl, something that Kerr or one of her other more boisterous lovers would do, Vraekae was grinding herself down onto the two cocks. Not just grinding, though. Her body, particularly her stomach, moved in a continual sort of wave. It was like belly dancing, Jadis realized during moments of clarity when she wasn’t quite as distracted. There was a definite, steady, implacable rhythm to the motion that, while not mechanical in precision the way Alex could be, was very much like it.

It wasn’t just the full body motions, either. The control Vraekae exerted inside herself was incredible. The walls of her slick core squeezed and fluttered in their own steady, controlled manner that felt almost inhuman. The best way Jadis could think to describe it was, it was as though despite being buried deep within Vraekae’s pussy, there was an invisible hand that was also encircling her cock, and it was squeezing her in long, slow motions from tip to base. All while Jay was still experiencing the more typical, yet still expertly applied, sensations that came from having grinding sex with a woman.

If the purposefully controlled pace of their encounter had been everything, Jadis imagined she would have handled herself just fine. She had great endurance, after all, and not just of the attribute kind. She usually outlasted her lovers due to her self-control, which really only existed when she was trying to make sure her mates came multiple times before she did. However, it wasn’t just the odd style. Vraekae had used that strange tingling concoction on Jay and Syd, too. As such, all of her motions caused a heightened response in Jadis’ selves, making it that much harder for her to stave off her orgasms. Worse yet, the elf seemed to have figured out all the little signs Jadis would unconsciously exhibit when she was nearing her peak. And, using that recently assumed knowledge with unerring accuracy, Vraekae was purposefully slowing down and changing her internal movements to bring Jay and Syd back from the edge, teasing out her pleasure, and keeping her from ever quite reaching that elusive climax. Not necessarily a bad thing, except that they had been at it for nearly an hour and a half and Jadis was really struggling not to fucking explode by that point.

If it was just a matter of Vraekae wanting to prolong the sexual experience, Jadis wouldn’t have minded. They needed to go for two hours anyway, with the way Wanton Replication worked when the ritual time wasn’t cut in half. The real problem was, she knew Vraekae hadn’t actually orgasmed yet herself, and Jadis would be damned if she would be the one to break first.

“Not getting tired, are you?” Syd managed to ask without groaning. While Vraekae didn’t have the same control in her other tunnel as she did her pussy, the experience from that end was still amazing. “Wouldn’t want to wear out a woman of your… experience.”

Vraekae didn’t bother turning her head to glare at Syd’s teasing provocation. She just continued on at her steady pace while staring down Jay with her practically emotionless expression.

“Experience grants you more than just raw power,” the older woman said as she undulated her beautiful blue body in ways that would make most anyone drool. “It also grants you the skill to use that power, as well as the knowledge of how to pace oneself.”

This was getting dire. Other than the fact that Vraekae sported a slick sheen of sweat on her unblemished skin, she showed no sign that she was truly exerting herself. Jadis could tell the elf was feeling pleasure, Vraekae wasn’t literally made of ice, but if she was staving off an imminent orgasm, it wasn’t obvious. If things continued as they were, Jadis knew her control would break and she would take over, setting her own pace. She’d fuck Vraekae’s highly intelligent brains right out of her pointed ears, much to both of their immense pleasures. However, doing so would be admitting that she couldn’t handle the elf’s technique. She’d be throwing in the towel, giving up before Vraekae was done with her own style of sex. For Jadis’ competitive side, that was just not acceptable.

She needed to get Vraekae to climax first, without changing their positions or forcing Vraekae to change their pace. And she needed it to happen soon, otherwise the slow burn pleasure was going to drive Jadis insane.

“Knowledge and skill,” Jay uttered the words, then paused to let out a groan as Vraekae’s pussy clenched around her cockhead in a particularly devastating way. “You’ve got both in spades.”

“I presume that is a positive metaphor.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jay confirmed, unable to think of a witty response at just that moment.

“However, I think there’s one thing you lack,” Syd continued the thought while closing her eyes and leaning back on her arms.

“What would that be?” Vraekae asked, her breath hitching for just a second when Jay and Syd purposefully caused the cocks to throb at the exact same time.

“The ability to multitask,” Dys announced.

During the whole lewd ordeal thus far, Dys had sat on the sidelines. Literally. There was barely enough room on the bed for the two of Jadis plus Vraekae, so a third Jadis was really out of the question. Plus, the elf’s controlled sex position only involved Jay and Syd. Dys was forced to sit on the ground, leaning against the right side of the bed, elbows propping up her chin as she watched the sensual encounter from an intimate perspective. Jadis didn’t really mind that Dys didn’t have anything to do so far; she’d purposefully avoided stroking her unattended self since the additional stimulation would have just made it harder for Jadis to keep her control and match Vraekae.

That approach was discarded as Jadis enacted a hastily concocted plan. She needed to get Vraekae to come before she did, and while changing the position or pace herself would be a failure on her part, forcing Vraekae to do so was fair game.

After all, Jadis would just be using her own natural, system-given skill. It wasn’t her fault that she had an advantage that others did not.

Vraekae merely raised a crimson eyebrow at Dys’ remark. That expression barely changed as Dys stood up from her sidelined spot and, with all the care and precision that her immensely powerful stats provided, climbed onto the bed and maneuvered her colossal body into position. Setting her feet on either side of Jay’s lower body, Dys stood over Vraekae, her gigantic member hovering over the woman’s head.

“There are three of me, you know,” Dys informed the elf. “So far, you’ve only been paying attention to two of me. I don’t think that’s fair.”

It was a little hard to see Vraekae’s expression with how her face was now hidden behind Dys’ turgid shaft, but Jadis could just barely make out a hint of a smile on the elf’s lips.

“No, I imagine you would not. Do you have a particular form of attention you prefer? I am willing to accommodate you.”

“How generous,” Dys murmured while her other selves struggled not to groan as Vraekae continued her gyrations. “But this is your show. I don’t mind if you pick.”

“And what if I chose to use this?”

At those words, a red light appeared directly in front of Dys’ face. Jadis had completely forgotten about Vraekae’s scarlet Ball of Doom that habitually hovered around the elf. The magically conjured sphere hadn’t disappeared, but it had floated off to some corner of the room where it could be ignored. Through whatever mental command Vraekae had over it, the orb of red energy had moved to float right before Dys’ eyes, only a foot away from her nose.

“Ah, I’m not sure that’d work out…” Dys said as she stared at what she knew was an incredibly lethal spell.

“Unless that thing can take more, uh, useful shapes for the occasion?” Syd added, since Jadis couldn’t help but be at least a little interested by Vraekae’s wild suggestion.

The magistrate didn’t respond right away, instead opting to remain silent for a moment. Not that she ever stopped her movements despite the pause in speech. After a few seconds, the orb was whisked away while Vraekae put her hands on Dys’ cock. Pulling it down so that the tip was next to Vraekae’s cheek, the woman stared up at Dys with a blank expression.

“That was a joke.”

“Oh. Well, you might want to work on the delivery for next time…”

Vraekae didn’t respond to the verbal barb but instead focused her attention on Dys’ cock. She began stroking the pale length, keeping the motions in time with her rolling gyrations. The elf didn’t try to lick or suck on Dys, but instead kept her cockhead pressed against her left check, warming her flesh with her soft breath.

It was a good start. A very, very pleasurable start, actually, but Jadis couldn’t stop there. Since Vraekae’s hands were keeping in time with her core, she wasn’t being truly distracted. To push things just a little further, Jadis took a liberty that she had refrained from doing up until that point. She touched Vraekae’s hair.

Relying on her natural confidence, Dys placed her left hand on the elf’s head. Vraekae didn’t object to the action, instead simply watching Dys with the same, virtually impassive look on her face as always. Deliberately matching her movements with Vraekae’s rhythm, Dys began to massage Vraekae’s scalp. She pressed her fingers into her thick hair, enjoying the feel of her silky scarlet locks while simultaneously caressing the smaller woman’s head. When Vraekae still didn’t react, Dys brought her other hand into play.

Thanks to where Vraekae had positioned Dys’ cock, when her right hand tousled the elf’s dark red hair, the long strands brushed against her cockhead in a delectably teasing way. It was hardly Jadis’ purpose to increase her own pleasure under the circumstances, and yet, she still couldn’t help but brush Vraekae’s hair across her sensitive flesh one more time. She really was starting to lose her self-control. When Dys brushed her hand through Vraekae’s hair again, she unintentionally ran her finger across the length of Vraekae’s long left ear.

An almost inaudible moan came from Vraekae’s throat. It was so quiet, Jadis probably wouldn’t have noticed the sound if she didn’t have three pairs of ears listening. She did notice, however, and she immediately realized what the sound meant. The magistrate had a weak spot.

Continuing to run her fingers through Vraekae’s hair, she now made sure to “accidentally” caress the elf’s pointed ears. She never outright stroked them the way she would have if this had been Eir she was having a lewd time with. That would have been a blatant change of pace. Instead, Jadis made sure to only teasingly touch Vraekae’s ear tips, making every glancing contact seem unintentional.

The results were immediate. Vraekae’s movements became less disciplined, her steady pace losing its perfect timing. Her stomach’s mesmerizing gyrations grew faster and harder, her body grinding with ever increasing insistency. The more Dys casually brushed her hands against the elf’s apparently overly sensitive ears, the more the elf lost her icy control. Even her expression changed. Her eyelids lowered, turning her watchful stare into a sultry gaze. It wasn’t the biggest, most expressive shift Jadis had ever seen, but on a woman like Vraekae, the look was intoxicatingly sexy.

“Hn—that is… Ah! Hm… Unfair,” Vraekae gasped out around her growing moans as her grinding became frantic.

“What is?” Dys played dumb while biting back her own groan. “I’m just stroking your beautiful hair.”

“You know—hn. Exactly what you’re—ah. Doing.”

Vraekae punctuated the last word by biting onto Dys’ left thumb, holding her hand in place. The sight of Vraekae’s lips pulled back to bare her white teeth as she bit down lightly on Jadis’ pale flesh was intensely erotic, so much so that Jadis almost lost total control right then and there. Instead, she managed to hold back just enough so that her response was contained to just Dys’ right hand.

Abandoning all pretense, she purposefully wrapped her fingers around Vraekae’s left ear, stroking and rubbing it with her thumb in firm, concentric circles.

Abruptly, Vraekae stiffened, her eyes screwing shut as her insides clenched tightly around Jay and Syd’s cocks. The look on her face was one of total abandonment, her focus solely on the pleasure exploding through her body as her core shuddered in climax. The sight of the elf losing all semblance of self-control to revel in the torture of an orgasm too-long delayed was everything Jadis could have hoped for.

The divine sensation was such a relief that Jadis made no attempt to hold back the moans of pleasure that left her three selves as she erupted along with the magistrate. Finally, Vraekae had reached her peak, and with her doing so, Jadis felt free to follow after her.

Jadis’ cocks pulsed as they shot out long ropes of hot white seed. Most of which was delivered directly inside of Vraekae as Jay and Syd were buried deep within the elf. The other third, though, splattered across Syd’s face and body as Dys came hard, her tip still pressed against the elf’s cheek. As Jadis’ cocks throbbed with shot after shot of potent Nephilim seed, Jadis managed to maintain just enough wherewithal to not miss an important opportunity.

As Vraekae shuddered and gasped in her own climax, Dys pulled back slightly and aimed her cockhead at the elf’s face. Her next pulse of pleasure splattered her thick cum all over Vraekae’s forehead, the pearlescent essence dripping down to her cheeks in long strands. The sight just excited Jadis even further, and her climax redoubled as she continued to pour even more of her sticky seed onto Vraekae.

By the time Jadis had come down from her high, Dys had painted the blue beauty white. There was barely a patch of skin on the elf’s face that wasn’t coated in Jadis’ cum. She was well and truly glazed.

The thought made Jadis let out a giddy laugh, though she didn’t linger on the idea for long. Taking pity on the woman, Dys wiped enough of the decadent coating away so that Vraekae could open her eyes. As soon as she could, Vraekae did so, glaring up at Dys with that same cold stare as always. The sight, now combined with the facial Jadis had given her, caused a shiver to run up Jadis’ spines.

“I guess you couldn’t hold back any longer, huh?” Dys asked with a grin while also running her thumb along the edge of Vraekae’s right ear.

“I suppose neither of us could,” Vraekae replied dryly, though there was a certain mellowness to her tone that Jadis had never heard before. “I hope you are not now exhausted. By my count, we still have twenty-seven minutes to go before the ritual time has passed.”

“Me? Exhausted?” Dys said, her expression changing into mock offence. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”

Smoothly stepping aside, Dys got off the bed, making room for her other two selves to maneuver. Jay and Syd acted immediately, working in perfect tandem. Syd took hold of Vraekae, pulling her back against her chest while Jay shifted forward, pushing the elf’s legs up so that they were pressed back almost to her shoulders. Doing so caused a veritable flood of cum to spill out of Vraekae, the sweet nectar squelching out despite her two holes still being plugged.

“But now that you’ve had a turn leading,” Jay said as she brought her face close to Vraekae’s cum-coated one, “I think it’s only fair that I take command for this last bit.”

“Unless you have an objection?” Syd said, making sure to cup the elf’s pert breasts now that she had the opportunity to do so.

“None at all,” Vraekae replied, her tone a teasing challenge. “I expect great things from you. Do not disappoint.”

“I think you know by now,” Jay said as she licked a glob of cum off of the elf’s ear with exaggerated slowness, “I won’t.”

And, as Vraekae could attest twenty-seven minutes later, Jadis did not.