Rebirth of the Nephilim

Jay’s leather skirt and loincloth hit the floor as she bent forward, putting her hands on top of the base pedestal D’s statue stood on. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at Dys, thrusting her ass out and squeezing her legs tight together.

Dys had dropped her lower garments as well and was running her hands over her cock, spreading the precum that had already started leaking from the tip up and down the shaft. It was hard for her to take her eyes off the pale round peach of an ass Jay was displaying, but Dys did manage to do so, casting her eyes to the closed doors at the front of the temple.

“Let’s do this at an angle, at least,” Dys said with a strained voice. She hadn’t even started and Jadis was already having trouble keeping her mind clear. If she was going to indulge like this in an unsecure location, she’d at least keep one eye on the front door.

Jay shifted, moving to the side of the statue. Folding her arms on the pedestal,  she laid her head on them, facing the front of the building. She had to lean far forward to do so, especially while keeping her legs tight together, but she managed. Holding an awkward position was no difficulty at all with her strength.

Dys approached from behind, spreading her own legs wide to lower her hips to the right height and allow Jay’s legs to stretch out between and behind her own. The view truly was beautifully sexy, with Jay’s perfect ass on display, her long legs and toned back acting as highlights.

With slow care, Dys inserted her thick shaft between Jay’s closed thighs, moaning at the warm feel as flesh slid between soft flesh. Sliding all the way to the hilt, Dys’ hips gently slapped against Jay’s fleshy buttocks.

“Fuck, that’s special,” Dys said, wiggling her hips around a bit. Her cock was long enough that there was quite a bit left in the open air as it stuck out on the other side of Jay’s closed thighs, but it wasn’t detracting much from the delicious sensation of having her member squeezed between Jay’s smooth legs.

“Imagine how good it’d feel if we went for full penetration,” Jay commented, her own cock straining hard and dripping almost as much as her pussy was. Dys’ dick had run directly along her cunt lips and rubbed a long stroke against her clit, sending spine tingling thrills all the way down to her toes.

Dys pulled back a little and thrust forward, a satisfying slap echoing in the empty temple, dampened by the sound the rain and thunder outside.

“Not until we figure out birth control,” Dys said through gritted teeth. That one small thrust had been enough to double the growing tightness in the pit of her stomach. “Though it’s kinda fucked up that we’re totally okay with the idea of fucking ourselves.”

“Yeah, like we’ve said before, who fucking cares? Now hump my ass already,” Jay commanded, flexing her legs and thrusting her ass back against Dys.

Jadis stopped talking to herself and got busy. Putting Dys’ hands on Jay’s shoulders, she leaned far over and started humping hard against Jay, meaty slaps of hips against ass creating a base rhythm for the lewd music of two moaning voices. She’d always wondered why men would be interested in thigh jobs when actual fucking was an option, but Jadis had to admit that the feelings from both Dys’ cock and Jay’s pussy were nothing to be dissatisfied with. In fact, the more the two thrust, the more of Jay’s slippery fluids coated Dys’ cock, making the experience even more delightful.

Dys thrust with abandon, slamming her hips against Jay with no care for gentleness. Whenever the two performed oral, they both always had to be careful not to thrust too hard or too fast since it’d trigger her gag reflex. Now though, thrusting her dick between slick thighs, Dys didn’t need to hold back. She thrust with full force, reveling in the experience almost as much as the sensations.

From Jay’s side, having a throbbing shaft rub against her core, sliding against her clit over and over made her eyes go nearly crossed. The pressure against her was there, but not quite enough to satisfy, which actually served to edge her along further. She felt like her pussy was being constantly teased, a hot slippery length running against her but not giving her the true firmness she needed to reach her peak.

In an effort to alleviate the growing tension, or create more, whichever got them both off faster, Dys reached around and grabbed hold of Jay’s cock, holding herself up with one arm while the other squeezed and rubbed at the base of Jay’s shaft.

The tightness rose within both of Jadis’ selves, panting groans flying freely from two open mouths as Jadis pleasured herself, almost losing all mental control of her mirrored bodies. She felt as though both her cocks were filled with lead, with as heavy and swollen with need they had gotten. She wanted to cum right then and there, find the peak of her release and let the warmth wash over her, yet she held back. The act of pounding her hips against a firm ass was intoxicating, addicting even. She didn’t want to stop.

As much as she tried to pace herself, Dys couldn’t help but increase her tempo, the tightness in her belly reaching new heights as muscles strained and sweat dripped off of both their bodies. The slick squishing noises coming from where their two bodies met couldn’t be drowned out by the thrum of rain on the roof, Jay’s wet thighs had grown so soaked.

Nearing the limits of her control, both Jay and Dys started swearing, foul pleas ripped from their lips as they begged for release and for the delicious agony to never end.

The tension within Dys broke first, her orgasm crashing through her body and mind as her cum splattered on the stone floor of the temple, painting the gray white with her seed. Every thick rope of cum that burst forth from Dys was punctuated by another slap of her groin against Jay’s backside as she kept up her thrusts.

Jay’s own orgasm came halfway through Dys’, her own cum mixing with Dys’ against the side of the stone pedestal.

“Oh fuck,” Jay cried out, her legs locking up and causing her to nearly slip and fall to the ground. Dys was forced to catch her around the waist, the two struggling through their joint orgasm.

Eventually Dys came down from her high, though Jadis still swam through the warmth of a continued climax as Jay rode her own wave to completion. Neither could do much more than pant heavily, the sweet smell of their seed filling the air as their cum puddled on the floor.

Eventually, the haze of sex lifted enough from Jadis’ mind for her to start moving again. Jay and Dys parted, Dys pulling back as her slick erection still stood at full mast, long strands of cum dripping down from the top. Jay turned around, resting her backside against the statue’s platform as her own cock throbbed in the cool air, far from being spent.

“Why the fuck was that so intense?” Dys asked, lightly running a hand down her slippery shaft, the flesh still sensitive from her powerful climax.

“I dunno. Maybe because thrusting like that just felt really right?” Jay said, her breath still heavy with exertion. “Or, you know what? Maybe we’re just exhibitionists.”

Dys laughed, licking one finger sticky with fluid clean. “Pervert.”

“Right back at ya.”

Both were silent for a few moments, catching their breath. Rain and the occasional sound of thunder rumbled overhead, the only competition for sound in the temple besides their synchronized panting.

“It’s still raining,” Jay commented, pulling herself up to a full standing position. “And I can’t help but notice that you are still erect.”

“As are you,” Dys responded, mouth quirking in a smirk reminiscent of the one sculpted from stone on the statue beside them. “And would you look at that! No bone-headed demons have skulked into the temple to interrupt us or act as a convenient diversion for our lascivious and perverse impulses. What do you think we should do about this dire situation?”

Jay moved forward and put a hand on Dys’ shoulder. “I think it’d be best if you got on your back and put your legs in the air. It’s really the only thing to do in a dilemma like this.”

“If that’s what’s best…” Dys said with a mock sigh of resignation.

Round two had Dys flat on her back, head pointed towards the front of the temple, legs up and held tight together as Jay wrapped her arms around them. To make the position work, Jadis found she had to literally have Jay hold Dys’ lower body up off the ground, a feat made possible by her exceptional strength.

The new position was different from the first, affording Dys less stimulation, but allowed Dys’ hands to remain free. As Jay began her pounding in earnest, Dys wrapped her hands around the end of Jay’s member, giving her a longer tunnel to thrust into. In no time at all Jay’s precum had leaked all over Dys’ hands, adding to the smooth slickness of the duo hand-and-thigh job.

“Fuck, I really—” Jay grunted, sweat dripping off her forehead as she pounded her hips against Dys. “I really want to do this for real.”

“Maybe, maybe just for a bit?” Dys asked, each word punctuated by a little gasp. “I mean, we can pull out, right?”

“Shit!” Jay cried out. The thought of actually going through with real penetration had sent a lightning bolt from the base of her cock all the way to the tip. “Gotta be honest—”

“Yeah, no, we couldn’t,” Dys finished, squeezing Jay tighter, giving her as much pressure as she could with how slippery her hands had become.

The pseudo-fucking went on for minutes longer, all thoughts of words beyond an occasional obscenity having taken a back seat to Jadis’ primal urge to achieve climax. This time she didn’t even try to hold back, going full tilt as hard as she could from the start.

The tension within Jay rose exponentially, reaching a peak that Jadis couldn’t have stopped herself from leaping off of, even if she wanted to.

Sweet release brought with it a deluge of thick spunk that splattered across Dys’ leather-covered stomach, chest, neck, and face. Rope after sticky white rope splashed out across her, painting her in a lewd glaze that dripped from her perfect features. By the time Jay was done, Dys looked like a couple dozen men had spent themselves on her.

Looking at Dys’ features plastered in cum through Jay’s eyes, Jadis felt a kind of perverse pride in knowing all that had come just from her. Her dripping cock twitched at the thought, still snuggly held between Dys’ warm, smooth thighs.

“Fuck you look sexy,” Jay murmured, lips idly kissing Dys’ calf.

“Narcissist,” Dys rebutted, letting out a throaty chuckle as she wiped the slowly cooling jizz from her eyes. “Also, fucking unfair. You’ve had two orgasms and I’m still only at one.”

Dys’ dick throbbed, punctuating her statement. She felt close, the stimulation of Jay cumming having brought her close, but not quite to the limit of her tension.

“Oops!” Jay said, giving Dys’ leg a playful bite, “Let me fix that for you.”

Jay gently spread Dys’ legs apart, releasing her own member as she shuffled back a bit on her knees. With languid ease she dipped her head down low to Dys’ aching cock and wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Jadis found pretending to tease herself worked her passion up even faster. She hadn’t ever done much teasing or dirty talk with her past partners in her previous life and now she regretted not indulging in the practice a bit. She was really getting off on the teasing. She wondered how much fun it would be to do to someone else…

Refocusing on the task at hand, or task in mouth, Jay started bobbing her head, lavishing Dys’ steel-hard cock with attention. Her hands stayed firmly on her legs, keeping them splayed and in the air as Jay used nothing but her mouth and tongue to stimulate Dys, her intense attention practically worshipful in nature.

All too soon, Dys reached her own second peak and released her seed directly into Jay’s waiting mouth, each pulse of cum accompanied by a heated grunt from Dys and a gurgling moan from Jay. The sweet taste had her eagerly gulping down as much as she could, but the amount Dys was putting out was too much for her to keep up. Gooey ropes and strands of cum escaped the seal of her lips around Dys’ twitch cock as her climax continued, soaking her crotch in a sticky mess of seed and saliva.

When Dys was finally spent, Jay pulled herself away from her mirror self’s body and sat back on her haunches, gasping for breath as both slowly recovered.

Eventually, Dys raised her head up and looked over Jay’s head, staring at the smirking stone face of her patron deity. “Enjoy the show, Mr. Voyeur?”

“Well, even if he didn’t, I’m absolutely down to do this again,” Jay said with a grin, leaning back with her hands on the floor, her slightly flagging erection already starting to resurge.

“It’s still raining, right?”

Jadis stopped for a moment, listening to a reduced, but still present patter of rain on the roof.

“Yup,” Jay said, answering Dys.

Dys grinned with pearly white teeth, her playful expression turned sinful by the cum still dripping from her features.

“Then we might as well put on an encore.”