Rebirth of the Nephilim-Chapter 644: A Taste

Maeve took Dys by the hand and dragged her further into the dimly lit gardens of Lyssandria’s temple. There were only a few lanterns on the outskirts of the hedgerows; otherwise, the area was lit only by the light of the cloudy night sky. The bushes and vine-wrapped trellises that had been carefully manicured over countless decades looped in large, lazy spirals and circles, creating a space that was not quite a maze yet still filled with pockets and dead-ends. For others, the hedges might have been more confusing, but Jadis had no trouble navigating them since her heads went well above the eight-foot-tall bushes.

It was to one of the small, dead-end spaces of the garden that Maeve led Dys. There was a small, flower-shaped fountain in the middle of the secluded area, and several stone benches had been placed around the edges. It was onto one of these stone benches that Maeve insistently pushed Dys down, forcing her to take a seat.

Dys’ legs stretched out far to either side of the Fetch as Maeve stood between her thighs, a darkly desperate hunger filling her black eyes. A grin spread across the shapeshifter’s face as she leaned forward, bringing herself closer to Dys. Except, she wasn’t just leaning, Jadis quickly realized. Maeve was growing. In a matter of moments, her body had stretched and expanded far beyond the more average height she had been standing at before. The dress she had been wearing, a copy of the simple white clothing that Gloria often wore, had been designed for a woman only a few inches above five feet. As Maeve grew, that dress failed to keep up, and a lot of the Fetch’s translucent body was revealed, showing an increasing amount of legs and cleavage.

When she had finished increasing her size, Jadis guessed that Maeve was somewhere around seven and a half feet tall, which would put the shape changer at about shoulder height for her.

“This is as big as I can go,” Maeve said in a sultry, throaty tone. “I always thought it was more than enough, until I met you. I hope I can unlock a skill to get some more size, soon.”

“I didn’t know you could get skills that effect natural abilities like that,” Dys murmured as she stared into the Fetch’s dark pools she called eyes.

“Of course you can,” Maeve leaned close enough that her lips were practically brushing against Dys’ mouth. “What would you like Severina’s flying skills? But don’t. Change. The subject. I want my reward.”

“Take it, then,” Dys whispered back.

With an almost reverent hesitation, Maeve pressed her lips against Dys. A deep, almost undulating moan welled up inside of the Fetch as she stood there, frozen with her mouth touching Jadis. Then, when Dys let her tongue slip out to just barely brush against the opening of Maeve’s lips, the shapeshifter melted against her body.

Not literally, which was a legitimate concern. Jadis was quite certain that Maeve could transform into a puddle of goo if she wanted to. Or possibly as an involuntary reaction. But no, Maeve instead pressed her body against Dys, wrapping her arms around her neck as she threw herself fully into the kiss.

Dys’ arms wrapped around the Fetch, pulling her even tighter against her front. It was a wonderfully different sensation to run her hands across Maeve’s orange flesh. She wasn’t quite like rubber, but there was a gel-like quality to her skin that felt amazing to the touch. Smooth and slick without being slimy, cool without being cold, and just firm enough that she could sink her fingers into the woman’s gorgeous butt without distorting the perfection of the twin globes.

As they kissed deeply, a part of Dys realized that Maeve’s dress had been removed at some point and she had no idea how or when. Not that the how really mattered to her. The fact that she had full access to the beautiful body of her lover was the important part.

Eventually it was Dys who broke the kiss. Not because she wanted to. No, with how dexterous Maeve’s tongue was, she definitely did not want to stop kissing the lovely Fetch. However, she was forced to pull away and take a deep breath, as she was starting to turn lightheaded from the lack of air.

“Sorry,” Maeve said with her mouth still pressed against the side of Dys’ mouth. “I don’t breathe like you do.”

“No problem,” Dys said as she continued to run her hands across the pleasing expanse of her lover’s orange hills. “I can do this for as long as you like.”

“I know you can,” Maeve said with a smile in her voice. “And I am so sorely tempted to hold onto you, all to myself, for the rest of the night. But the timing isn’t great, is it? We’ve got to prepare for tomorrow.”

Jadis knew that Maeve was right. She already had her other two selves discussing plans with her lovers, and she would soon be sending word to the rest of her companions, as well as to the Hero’s party and Noll about what news. She really didn’t have the luxury of making love to her spymaster lover for the rest of night when there were other things they should be doing.

“We could probably work something out,” Dys still murmured as she squeezed the gelatine-like swells of Maeve’s ass between her fingers. “You can multitask, right? You can give me all the details while we fuck, and I can tell everyone with my other bodies.”

“If you’re fucking me the way I want you to, I won’t be thinking about anything other than your cock inside me,” Maeve purred as one of her hands reached between them and firmly squeezed the stiff bulge that had grown inside her pants. “I won’t take anything less for my reward.”

“Then I guess we have to wait…” Dys said begrudgingly before slipping her tongue inside of Maeve and kissing her for a far too short of a time. “If we have to…”

Jadis could practically feel the lustful desire inside of the Fetch as she rolled her body against her, answering Dys’ kiss with a ravenous passion. Nipping at Dys’ lips with her teeth, Maeve pulled back slightly, just enough so that she could look her in the eyes.

“Consider this to be a sample of what I have in store for you,” Maeve said hungrily. “Just a taste.”

Sliding down her body, the naked shapeshifter knelt in the grass between Dys’ legs. Her hands expertly unbuckled Dys’ belt and undid the laces of her pants. At no point did Maeve fumble or falter in her movements, despite her eyes never breaking contact with Dys’ gaze. She didn’t even blink when the throbbing pillar of Nephilim cock popped free and slapped meatily against her cheek. In fact, Maeve leaned into it, letting Dys’ shaft cover the left side of her face as she pressed against the underside. The hungry lust that filled her dark eyes only seemed to swell with each needy throb of Dys’ member.

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With an almost worshipful grace, Maeve touch the tips of her fingers against the sides of Dys’ cock and slid them upwards, tracing the lines of her shaft from base to tip. When she reached the crown of her cockhead, the Fetch leaned back slightly, just enough so that she could use her fingers to guide the end of Dys’ shaft to rest against her pursed lips.

“This seems more like a reward for me, than for you,” Dys said into the quiet of the night air.

“Maybe it is,” Maeve whispered. “You deserve one, for everything you’ve done for me.”

Maeve then placed a reverential kiss against the tip of Dys’ cockhead, letting a bead of precum spill against her lips.

“Then again,” she said as a shudder ran through her body, “you have no fucking idea how much this does for me.”

Without warning, Maeve engulfed Dys’ cock.

There was no preamble. No warmup. No struggle. In a single, swift, smooth action, Maeve had swallowed the entirety of Dys’ length. It wasn’t the first time she had been all the way down to her roots inside of one of her lovers. Far from it. Still, doing so was usually more of an effort, and involved a bit of force, and quite a lot of lewd gagging noises. Not with Maeve. Dys’ full shaft slipped completely inside of her, and the woman hadn’t even broken eye contact.

Dys’ toes curled inside of her boots at the sensation, though not just because of how mind-numbingly good it felt to be inside of the smooth, jelly-like sheath of her lover’s throat. Thanks to Maeve’s semi-transparent nature, Dys could actually see the full length of her pale cock inside of her orange lover. It was a bizarre image, but intensely erotic at the same time. The sight was almost enough to distract Dys from the sensations coming from her engulfed dick. Almost.

It started with a simple shudder. A shiver that went from tip to base, then back again. Soon, that shudder turned into a kind of rolling, kneading pressure that ran like a wave across her cock. Soon, that single wave turned into multiple, then dozens of smaller waves roaming across her turgid expanse, all moving in the same direction, like she was being milked. It was like having ten different people stroking her cock at the same time, yet completely different since it wasn’t hands or tongues or lips pressed against her flesh, but something else entirely.

The strangeness of the uniquely pleasurable experience was only furthered by the fact that at no point had Maeve even slightly moved her head.

“Holy fucking shit,” Dys groaned as the waves of… whatever they were rolled across her buried cock. “That’s amazing, Maeve…”

The Fetch did not reply. Jadis wasn’t sure that having her massive member shoved down her throat was really an impediment to the shapeshifter’s ability to communicate, but she remained silent, nonetheless. Maeve’s hands, however, roamed across the exposed bits of Dys’ thighs and stomach, stroking and petting at every inch she could reach. The feeling made Dys realize that she wasn’t even doing anything with her own hands; she had been so stupefied by the alien experience that she had lost focus on everything else completely.

Almost shakily, Dys rested her left hand on top of Maeve’s head, letting her fingers play through the gel-like bob of hair. Maeve leaned into the touch, but still kept her lips firmly wrapped around the base of her cock as she worked her magic on Dys’ length. It wasn’t until Dys’ other hand took hold of Maeve’s and she locked their fingers together in a tight embrace that the Fetch halted all motion.

For just a few seconds, the ravenous lust that swirled in Maeve’s eyes was replaced with something else. A much stronger emotion, a purer one. An emotion so bright and filled with satisfied longing that Jadis could feel her hearts skip a beat at the sight. And then Maeve squeezed Dys’ hand back and showed her what a Fetch’s body could really do.

All three of Jadis’ bodies let out an involuntary gasp of shocked pleasure as Maeve’s throat began to literally swirl around Dys’ cock. There was simply no other way to describe it. The full sheath of Maeve’s depths swirled around her in a constant, pressing pull that sent continual shivers up and down Dys’ spine. As her mind drifted across a stormy sea of mind-erasing pleasure, Dys had the strangest thought. What Maeve was doing to her cock was a bit like the reverse of a soft serve ice cream machine. The silly image would have been enough to make Jadis laugh, if the sensation didn’t already have her mouth hanging open like a beast in heat.

Dys didn’t even realize she was climaxing until after she had pulsed her first load into the depths of Maeve’s stomach. Her body shivered uncontrollably as she released her seed into her lover, and it was only distantly that she noticed Maeve was shuddering just as much. The swirling sensation only increased in speed and pressure as Dys continued to pour her cum into the wanton Fetch, releasing the pressure that had pent up inside of her with a shocking force. With each throbbing pulse, Dys could see her seed painting the inside of Maeve’s semi-translucent orange body white. The idea that she was actually discoloring her lover with how much cum she was filling her with caused her orgasm to renew, and even more of her seed spurted forth in what felt like a never-ending river.

Eventually, Dys’ flow lessened, then stopped entirely as whatever well existed inside of ran dry. Maeve’s swirling attentions slowed as well, eventually coming to a full stop before the Fetch ran a firm, pressing wave from base to tip a final time, milking the last of the cum that lingered inside of Dys’ length. When she seemed satisfied, the orange shapeshifter pulled her head away from Dys’ crotch, releasing her completely clean cock to stand tall like a tower in the night air.

Slowly rising to her feet, Maeve used her free hand to run from her neck, all the way down to her hips. Her movement outlined the cloud of white that had filled her partially transparent form, showcasing just how much she had managed to draw out of Dys.

“That felt even better than I had imagined,” Maeve murmured as she squeezed Dys’ hand.

“That was… that was…” Dys panted, having trouble finding words as her climax-addled brain was still putting itself back together. “What the fuck was that?”

“A trick I learned from some other Fetches who have very different classes from me,” Maeve explained with a smile. “I don’t have the system-given skills, but I’ve always been a quick learner.”

“Did you… did you come from that, too?” Dys asked, still blinking away the stars from her eyes.

“I told you, you didn’t know how much this does for me,” Maeve grinned wickedly at her. “Remember, my pleasure points don’t have to be where you think my pussy is. Keep that in mind for part two of my reward, hmm?”

With that, Maeve squeezed Dys’ hand one more time before letting go. Turning away, the Fetch hummed happily to herself as she started walking out of the garden, heading for the main temple building.

“Hold on,” Dys said as she stood up, a chuckle running through her as she struggled to get her pants back in order. “You aren’t wearing anything! Don’t you want your dress?”

Maeve looked over her shoulder at her, that same wicked grin still in place, with just a hint of lust coloring her eyes.

“Nuh-uh. I want everyone to see exactly where my lover’s seed is right now.”

Laughing, Dys hurried after the sultry shapeshifter. She had been trying to encourage Maeve to stand proud and let people see who she was, but she hadn’t expected that advice to be taken in quite this direction. Still, Jadis wasn’t complaining. Especially not when her walk back to the temple was behind such a perfectly shaped rear end.