Rebirth of the Nephilim

“This is a terrible idea,” Jay said, looking up at the looming Dys. “You and I both know I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Yeah, duh.” Dys said, hand lightly stroking along the sides of her throbbing erection. “But it’ll be sexy as hell.”

“I’m probably going to puke.”

“Well, don’t,” Dys advised.

Jadis rolled both sets of eyes, her logical reasoning still active, but her arousal too high to much care for sensible decision making.

Jay was in much the same position she’d started in, legs crossed and hands supporting her while she leaned back. The difference now was she had removed her chest wrap, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts, and her head was thrown back, looking up at where Dys took up position behind her.

Dys stood with cock in hand, legs spread wide to lower her height a bit. Looking down at Jay, she had the perfect overview of her chest and pale throat. Her dick throbbed at the sight, the deep place inside her stomach already wound so tight it practically hurt.

“Remember that one porn star’s advice: just do it.”

Jay gave Dys an incredulous look but opened her lips wide. With perfect synchronicity, Dys dipped her hips forward and slid the head of her member into Jay’s tight, wet mouth.

Jadis had to concentrate on not cumming the moment Dys’ head went in; she was already on a hair trigger from the blowjob Jay had received earlier. She wanted to last longer than a few seconds, though. There was more to come than just the tip.

Dys bit her lip and groaned, controlling her impulse to thrust forward. Slowly she guided her dick deeper into Jay’s upside down mouth, watching a few inches disappear. There were still many, many more inches to go, though, and she was determined to see just how far she could push herself inside.

Hitting the back of Jay’s throat, she felt immediate resistance and backed off. Even though their position afforded as straight a shot down her gullet as could be achieved, the sheer width of Dys’ dick made the task both difficult and daunting.

However, if there was one thing Jadis wasn’t, it was a quitter.

Jay sucked on Dys’ cock, slipping and stroking her tongue around every inch she could get to. At the same time, Dys rubbed and stroked her length, spreading slick saliva up and down the shaft, adding as much lubricant as possible. For several minutes, Jadis lost herself to the sensations coming from both bodies, finding the upside-down blowjob to be a delectably wonderful yet unique experience from the oral experiences she’d had so far. The feelings coming from Jay’s side were not unpleasant either; both the taste and the sensation stirred passions in Jadis that were almost shocking.

From her inverted viewpoint, Jay could see Dys’ core dripping with desire and unattended need. With a burst of inspiration, Dys reached down and ran her hand through her slick folds, rubbing gently to avoid too much stimulation. Fingers now wet, she used her natural lubrication on her own shaft, transferring the slickness to her now painfully hard cock.

Wasting no more time, Dys pushed forward again, firmly invading Jay’s throat.

Gagging slightly, Jay did her best to relax her muscles and let Dys in, surprised to realize that the massive monster she’d thought impossible to deep throat was actually sliding past the entrance to her throat.

From Dys’ perspective, the sight was amazing. She watched as a visible bulge grew and travelled down Jay’s neck, the erotic sight stirring a crazed lust inside Jadis’ head. The feel of tight wet warmth all around her dick was unlike anything she’d felt before. Dragging her eyes away from the bulge, Dys could see that half of her huge cock still remained outside of Jay’s squeezing hole.

Jadis was overcome with an immense desire to feel all of Dys’ length inside the warmth Jay could afford her. Without thinking, Dys thrust forward, plunging to nearly the hilt.

Jay’s reaction was immediate. Unable to handle the sudden move, she gagged and choked, spit flying out around the invading member clogging her mouth and throat. Dys quickly pulled out as Jay moved away, but the impulsive thrust had been more than enough to bring Dys over the edge.

The first thick spurt of cum was delivered directly down Jay’s throat, even as the two worked to break apart. Jay could only move so far from her position, and with Dys’ muscles locking up with the intensity of the orgasm, Jay was forced to swallow and choke on load after sticky load pumping out of Dys’ dick.

Eventually Dys was able to pull back far enough to free her cock from Jay’s mouth, giving Jay some much needed air. Dys wasn’t near done yet, though, and frantically jerked her slick member, spraying more ropes of cum over Jay’s chest and stomach, some of the load even landing in Jay’s lap where her own cock stood at full sympathetic attention.

After a while Dys finally came down from her high, her climax spent. White seed dripped from the tip of her dick as she looked down at the mess she’d made of Jay. Spit and cum had coated her face, with more cum splattered across her heaving breasts.

Both stayed as they were in the aftermath, the only sound in the stone hut their heavy breathing, synced in perfect rhythm. It took many minutes before coherent thought returned to Jadis’ mind.

“I think the rain stopped,” Dys finally said.

“Yeah,” Jay said, voice raspy from its recent abuse.

“Wanna try that again?” Dys asked, her dick still rock hard.

Both were silent for a moment as Jadis mulled her options over.

“Only if you’re the receiver this time,” Jay said, wiping a bit of cum from her eyes.

Dys was of one mind with Jay and assumed the best position she could for the imminent throat fucking she was to receive.

Sometime later, after a couple more rounds, feeling a bit sore throated but immensely sated, Jadis left the hut with both bodies, trekking through the sodden forest to get to the brook where she could clean up and get more water.

Even though her scent was sweet, her cum was still sticky and didn’t feel great when cool against her skin. After a quick wash in cold water, Jadis returned to her hut to resume the task of making her armor. Though the sky was still overcast, the day was brighter and she now had enough light to work by.

“I really wish we had shoes,” Dys said, wiping her bare feet off with a disgusted look on her face. The general grime of walking around barefoot in a pine forest with sap sticky needles was bad enough. Adding the mud of a fresh rainstorm to the mix was thoroughly unpleasant.

Jay used a jug of water to help rinse Dys off, just as she had done for her, the pair doing their best to keep the mud out of the hut. “I doubt we could make shoes per se, but we’ve probably got enough material here to make some kind of wrap for our feet. It’d be better than nothing, anyway.”

Dys shrugged her shoulder. “If we have enough,” she said agreeably.

By the end of the day, between the efforts of her two selves, Jadis had managed to make two mostly complete, hopefully functional, sets of hide and leather armor.

When fully dressed, both Jay and Dys had sleeveless chest protectors that were double padded and thick, but not so stiff that they restricted movement. Bracers protected their forearms, though she found she couldn’t quite manage armor for her biceps, not without belts or buckles. Her thighs were similarly unprotected, but shin guards had been easy enough to make. Finally, she’d traded out her loincloths for leather skirts, the skirts cut into thick overlapping strips that reached down to her knees. A pair of leather sandals rounded out her ensemble. A far cry from the boots she would have preferred, but better than the nothing she had.

As a final touch, the material of her loincloths she used to make a more traditional pair of underwear for each of her selves. Considering how much fun she was having with her two packages, she had decided she didn’t want to risk any harm to them by carelessly letting them flop about during combat.

She was enormously thankful to D that no harm had come to either of her favorite organs during the fights she’d been in so far.

With the sun setting over the mountains and darkness covering the valley, Jadis stood in her hut, comparing the fits of her armor on both bodies. Looking at her crude leather protections, coupled with her stone clubs, she was feeling like quite the barbarian duo.

“I think we’re ready to take on some demons,” Jay said, adjusting the way a shin guard rested on one of Dys’ legs. “With this armor, we’ll hopefully take less damage and be able to take on a lot more enemies in a day.”

“Fuck yeah,” Dys said with a grin. “I think it’s time we did some power leveling. D put us here to stir things up. We’ve gotta have some real power to make an impact.”

Standing up, Jay and Dys looked each other in the eye, an equal amount of excited determination overflowing from their expressions. Both were eager to put their new armor to the test as well as recapture the thrill of the fight Jadis was growing to love.

“Shame it’s night now,” Jay said with a frown, fists going to her hips. “Probably not a good idea to try and hunt demons in the dark.”

“Yeah, I guess. Not a lot else to do now that we’ve got the armor done, though.” Dys complained, hands on hips, brows furrowed. “And I’m not tired enough to sleep yet, either.”

The two stood in mirrored stances for a silent while as the sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees filled the quiet hut.

“I guess there’s at least one thing we can do before bed,” Jay said with a sly grin, eyeing Dys’ toned body, admiring they way she looked like an exotic barbarian warrior.

“Yup, there’s one thing,” Dys agreed, her eyes running over Jay’s figure in the same fashion.

“Who goes first?” Jay asked, already moving to take her new armor off.

“Does it matter?” Dys responded, pulling off her own armor.

Jadis realized that honestly it didn’t matter much at all, since she felt everything from both bodies equally, but an odd sense of fairness compelled her to at least try to give her two alter egos a chance at going first for the idea she had brewing.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jay asked, a questioning note in her voice.

“That literally cannot work,” Dys said with a deadpan. Looking around the room, she spotted the coin purse that held her pilfered silver.

“Heads its you, tails its me,” she said, flipping a coin into the air.

When the coin clattered to the floor, both of Jadis’ selves leaned over the silver piece to check the result. With a smile, Dys looked up at the half dressed Jay.

“For this, I’m going to need you on your stomach,” she said, eagerness already coloring her voice as she quickly divested herself of the rest of her clothing.

“Yeah, I know,” Jay said with mock annoyance. The rest of her own clothes quickly found their way into a pile on the ground as Jay lay down on her stomach, stretched out across the fur skin rug, feet dangling over the edge.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Jay craned her neck and looked back at Dys who stood over her, hardening cock already in hand.

“Fuck you’ve got a sexy ass,” Dys said, staring down at round mounds Jay had on full display.

“We’ve got sexy asses,” Jay corrected. “Now hurry up and get down here. I want my turn, too.”

Jadis teased herself with the roleplay, her lascivious imagination stoking the fires of her lust even higher than they’d already grown. She was truly enjoying the back and forth she was able to do with herself, though she couldn’t call it verbal sparring since she always knew what the response to her quips would be. Still, setting the scenario heated her up in deliciously tense ways.

Easing down to kneel on top of the backs of Jay’s thighs, Dys placed her now steel hard member between the ass cheeks of her double. The silky-smooth skin felt sinfully soft and warm against her cock. Taking a few experimental thrusts, she rubbed her turgid meat in the valley of Jay’s perfect ass.

“Needs lube,” Jay said breathlessly, quickly rolling over and sliding down the rug to get closer to Dys.

Jay’s tongue licked and stroked in long motions all over Dys’ cock, making it slick with spit. Dys’ precum added to the lubrication shortly thereafter, Jay working the sweet-tasting and slippery substance into her twin’s pulsing erection.

Satisfied with the slick texture, Jay rolled over and got back in place while Dys lined herself up again.

This time, as Dys worked her cock into Jay’s crack, the smooth skin and lubed flesh moved with ease. A throaty moan was elicited from both their mouths as Dys eased into a rhythm, sawing her dick quickly and firmly against Jay’s ass.

Her cock was too big to be enveloped all at once, but Dys kept at it, enjoying not only the feel of Jay’s smooth and slippery skin, but also the action of pumping her hips. When the two had traded back and forth in their attempts at face fucking, neither had been able to do more than a few short thrusts, their gag reflexes too strong to handle a true fucking.

Using the valley of Jay’s ass cheeks though? Now Dys could go all out, pumping as hard and fast as she wanted.

The familiar tension of her climax quickly twisted a knot in Dys’ stomach, her panting breath coming out as gasps and moans. Sweat dripped from her body as she rutted against Jay, copious volumes of precum adding lubrication to where she rubbed against her. Her hands grasped Jay’s fleshy globes tightly, adding as much pressure as she could to the wild motions of her thrusting cock.

Jay flexed her abs, lifting her ass higher into the air, giving Dys a better angle to thrust at. Her breath came out in little moans, the feelings shared between the two bouncing and echoing in Jadis’ mind. Jay’s own dick was at full mast, fluid dripping from her tip and wetting the fur rug.

“Fuck,” Dys couldn’t help but groan out, her tension reaching a peak as she thrust faster yet, the meaty slaps of her hips against Jay’s ass filling the air. “Fuck, fuck,” she chanted over and over, unable to articulate any other words.

Finally the tension broke and her climax came, strained grunts and moans ripped from her lips and throat with every rope of thick cum that pulsed from her shaft. In seconds Jay’s back was coated with the stuff, some strands making their way all the way up to her hair. With each spurt Dys thrust against Jay, who thrust her ass back at her double, milking her cock for all it had.

When Dys eventually finished, she slumped forward, one arm against the ground keeping her from collapsing on top of Jay completely. Her twitching member still occasionally released a bit of cum as she slowed her breathing, adding to the prodigious pool of the sticky substance that had collected in the small of Jay’s slightly arched back.

“What a fucking mess,” Dys said with a breathless laugh, admiring her handywork.

“Better start cleaning it up,” Jay said, her voice unintentionally strained to Jadis’ surprise. Jay’s unfulfilled arousal was still making it hard for her to think straight. “Doing this one at a time is great and terrible all at once.”

“Yeah, it is,” Dys said while straightening up. “I’m kinda tempted to sacrifice a blanket to cleaning all this up. We can wash it in the morn—”

Dys’ words were cut off by a sudden bang against the blockaded door of the stone hut.

A clattering of bone on bone echoed sharply outside, followed shortly after by another crash against the wood door.

“Shit,” Jay and Dys cursed from their compromising and defenseless position on the floor.