Rebirth of the Nephilim
Chapter 526: Spiral’s End
Alex’s tentacles allowed her to lay back, giving Eir easy access to her sex, which resulted in the somewhat odd sight of the Demon floating in midair while a kneeling elf ate her out. Jadis wasn’t complaining, certainly, but she did have to spare a mental moment to acknowledge the bizarreness of the erotic tableau. There were times when Jadis was almost able to forget that she had ever come from a different world. This was not one of those times.
“Doing okay?”
Sorcha jumped slightly at the quiet question, causing her turgid shaft to bob in the air. Another ridiculous sight that reminded Jadis of just how weird her new world was. It wasn’t every day she saw a goblin woman with a foot long cock. Again, she reminded herself, not a complaint. Just an observation of perverse oddity.
“I, uh, think that good night’s rest might have had an effect on my… energy,” Sorcha audibly gulped as she watched Eir work on Alex. “I’m feeling very on edge, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” Jay smirked as she looked down at her own raging erection. “Do you think you can hold it?”
“Yes,” the goblin nodded, though she had to look away from the display directly in front of her a moment later. “I just need to think about something else right now.”
“Naked grandpa should calm the verve,” Jay suggested.
“I want to calm, not kill it entirely,” Sorcha scowled with a shudder.
Jadis laughed at the goblin’s reaction, but she made sure not to be too disruptive to Eir or the others. Her goal was to distract Sorcha, not cause problems for the ritual. The light talk seemed to work, though, since the witch was looking at least a little less imminent than she had a minute before.
While Sorcha was struggling to keep herself from getting too close to the edge, Jadis wasn’t having nearly as much trouble. Not that she wasn’t intensely aroused, but she was just more used to controlling her excitement than Sorcha was. It helped that she had already gotten to climax once that morning as well, though for someone with five cases of morning wood, one measly orgasm was only an appetizer. She would need a lot more to feel satiated.
Watching Alex writhe in pleasure was always a delight, though in this circumstance Jadis got to see a rarity. As Eir poured her loving attention onto the Demon, Alex was forced to keep her hands and tentacles to herself. Usually, the many-limbed paladin would have been all over Eir, along with anyone else in range. She liked to give as much as receive; a trait she shared with Jadis. However, Eir’s ritual requirements meant that Eir could not herself be pleasured during the first act. A few touches were fine, but otherwise, Alex had to restrain her instincts.
The result of that forced restraint was a great deal of squirming, coupled with a multitude of arms and tentacles wrapping around the Demon’s own body as she struggled to not pounce on top of Eir and ravish the elf to her completion. Jadis could sympathize.
There was no great cry or crude cursing from Alex once she reached her climax. Such vocalizations didn’t come naturally to the Demon, even after months in human company. However, Jadis had learned a great deal about how to read the demonic language, at least when it came to reading Alex’s body movements, so she could tell that Alex was experiencing a particularly satisfying orgasm.
Thinking about it, Jadis guessed that Alex had probably been feeling unfinished ever since Eir’s announcement earlier that morning. She had been fingering herself in preparation for her turn, after all, which had been unexpectedly delayed by the good news. No wonder she wanted to take her turn with Eir as soon as possible.
As Alex came down from her peak, she carefully slid forward, continuing the spiral pattern as Kerr shifted along the wax-drawn path.
“She’s so good at that, isn’t she?” Kerr murmured to Alex as they settled in their new positions.
“Yes…” Alex practically purred in agreement. “Eir is… Amazing…”
Trying not to rush and step on the candlewax runes, Sorcha shuffled forward as quickly as she could. There was no need for her to widen her stance or otherwise maneuver so the kneeling saint could reach her. Her small stature meant that her oversized member was in easy range for Eir’s lips to reach her.
As kept her fists clenched at her sides, she held her breath and watched as Eir’s stunning visage dipped close to the goblin’s straining cock. The red elf’s plush lips were still wet from the effort put into Kerr and Alex, and a single drop of nectar could just barely be seen rolling down her chin. Eir’s deep purple eyes stayed wide open as her mouth hovered just inches away from Sorcha’s cockhead. With exaggerated slowness, the saint extended her tongue and caught a large bead of precum that had welled up on the goblin’s tip.
The slight contact sent a shiver through Sorcha’s whole body, and Jadis had the momentary concern that the witch was going to lose control that very moment. However, after taking a fortifying breath, Sorcha seemingly steeled her control and nodded for Eir to continue.
That nod almost instantly turned into an open-mouthed moan as Eir’s lips wrapped around Sorcha’s straining cockhead. Loudly, almost as though she was daring the witch to succumb, she sucked on just the tip. Jadis well knew how that skilled elven tongue would feel as it lapped and laved across sensitive flesh. Dipping slightly forward, Eir fully engulfed the head of Sorcha’s cock, causing the woman to become a trembling, panting mess.
All in all, Jadis was impressed that the green witch was able to hold out for a solid three minutes before a strangled groan signaled her surrender to the inevitable.
Jadis’ mouths watered in remembered taste as she watched the goblin’s length pulse in time with Sorcha’s moans. The audible gulping sounds Eir made had to have been on purpose, they were so perfectly lewd in both tone and context. Towards the end, a dribble of pearly seed spilled out of the corner of Eir’s mouth, allowing a single drop to dangle from her jaw for a few seconds before falling wetly against the saint’s bare left breast.
Sorcha stumbled back a step, almost falling over as her intense orgasm left her wrung out like a wet dishtowel. She caught herself without Jay’s help, though, and managed to take the few steps forward that she needed to in order to continue the spiral pattern.
“Hey,” Jay grinned as she looked down at her Eir’s beautiful, smiling face. Tapping the side of her own cheek, she indicated the trail of goblin cum that Sorcha had marked the elf with. “You’ve got something right here.”
“I know,” Eir hid a grin under a mask of ritual formality. “Perhaps you can help me with that?”
Shifting forward and using a hand to point her massive cock down, Jay pressed her member against the right side of Eir’s face.
“I might.”
The ritual continued on with steady regularity from there. Eir kept her hands clasped together, never using them, as she brought pleasure to all other participants with her mouth alone. With each individual’s climax, the glow within the wax lines increased, the spiral line shifted from one to the other, and Eir’s face grew increasingly drenched in lewd fluids. By the time a hot and bothered Thea came to stand before Eir’s kneeling form, the elf was a soaked idol of lecherous activity. Much of that mess came from Jay’s eager contributions, which meant the thighs of all her lovers who came after her were wet not just with their own sweetness, but Jay’s pearlescent seed.
“Step closer, Thea,” Eir coaxed the shyest of their group forward. “I can’t reach you from there.”
Thea let out a squeak, her brown eyes wide as she obeyed. Thea hadn’t started out that way, but at that moment she looked like she was on as much of a hair trigger as Sorcha had been earlier. Too much visual stimulation for the perverted voyeur. Not that Jadis had any room to criticize.
The four of Jadis who stood outside the ritual circle were all naked by then, hands stroking their throbbing lengths as they enjoyed the show. It was a marathon of teasing, one where she had to deny herself any release so long as the ritual persisted. If she were any kind of smart, she would have made it easier on herself by closing her eyes and stopping her ears. Still, knowing the right thing to do and actually doing it were two very different things. There was simply no chance Jadis would turn away from a show like the one Eir was putting on.
As Thea struggled to stand under the erotic ministrations of the lewd saint, Jadis saw that the glowing lines of wax that filled the ritual circle were reaching a crescendo. Almost all of the runes were filled, and the light shining within had increased greatly in their intensity. Not so much that they were difficult to look at, but enough that the antechamber didn’t need any candles to be well lit. Speaking of candles, the red and white candleflames had also grown in size, to the point where the candles were dwarfed by the fires flickering above them.
When Thea let out a muffled cry of pleasure a few minutes later, Jadis assumed the ritual would cross the threshold to the next stage. However, while the divine illumination increased, nothing else changed. It wasn’t until the shieldmaiden shakily stepped around Eir’s still kneeling form to take her place in the completed spiral that a surge of magic flowed through the circle.
The ten candles ringing the perimeter were instantly consumed by their swirling flames. The white and crimson fire flowed up and outward, creating a translucent dome of warmth around the ritual circle. Instinctively, Jadis felt the twinge of magic that acted as a sixth sense inside her, and she could tell with almost certainty that the dome of passionate flame was a full sphere, encompassing even the ground under their feet.
With great care, Eir rose to her feet on top of the cushion she had been kneeling on top of for nearly an hour. Holding both hands high over her head, Jadis felt another pulse of magic echo strongly inside of the dome. However, since Jadis had four other bodies outside of the circle, she had the unique perspective to be able to tell that the powerful pulse of divinity was undetectable outside of the dome.
Gradually, Eir lowered her arms while holding her hands palm upwards. As she did so, a sphere of red energy formed in her left hand, while an identical sphere of white energy formed in her right. At the same time, Jadis was shocked to see all of the wax runes that had been painstakingly drawn into the floor shift and move as easily as flowing water around their feet. After only a few seconds, the runes had rearranged themselves, creating ten spaces the encircled Eir’s central point in the middle.
“Step forward,” Eir intoned, her eyes closed and her breath coming in a slow, measured pace. “Support me as I drink my fill of your pleasure. Lend me your strength as I weather the storm of your passions. Bless me with your love as I bask in your lust. Do not let the power I hold fall.”
The moment Eir’s words finished echoing in the stone antechamber, an ethereal stream of translucent something washed over Eir, flowing down from the top of the dome. As soon as the magic touched her, Eir let out a sharp cry that had Jay instantly move forward to wrap her hands around the smaller woman’s waist.
“Holy fuck,” Jay cursed as the flow of lust flowed over her hands.
If she wasn’t already rock hard before from the ritual thus far, Jadis was certain that her cocks could be used to break diamonds once the magic touched her. All five of her bodies bent over, struggling to contain overwhelming sensations washing over them. When she managed to focus on something other than herself, Jadis saw that everyone else was having a similar experience.
Eir’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind as she struggled to hold the two spheres in her hands up. Whatever pleasure Jadis had tasted, Eir was drinking it down fully as she spasmed in a standing climax. Before she could drop her burdens, several sets of hands took hold of her arms and held them up, supporting her from all sides.
“We’ve got you,” Jay whispered in Eir’s pointed ear as the rest of the group held Eir up.
Every few minutes, another wave of pleasure personified washed over the group, renewing the collective struggle to keep Eir standing. As the elven saint was the focal point, she received the brunt of the intense sensations crashing into her. She did her best to withstand the magically induced climaxes, however, it was patently obvious that she never would have been able to keep the red and white orbs in the air without aid. The support of everyone was needed to complete the ritual, a fact made ever clearer as time progressed.
“Oh, gods,” Severina panted as she fell to her knees, the evidence of her orgasm glistening down her pale thighs. “Valtar give me strength.”
Despite the distracting pleasure, Severina still got back to her feet a few moments later and put her hand under Eir’s to help keep the white sphere aloft.
“Fuck,” Dys cursed as came hard some minutes later, spilling her thick seed across the stone floor. “This is insane!”
Periodically, one or another of their group would succumb to the wash of pleasure, forcing someone nearby to step up and aid Eir in her ritual sacrament. Following that same pattern, they continued to switch out, helping each other as much as the elf who was slowly turning into a metaphorical puddle of goo between them.
In the moments of calm that gave them all time to breathe and recover, Jadis noticed that the interior of the sphere was filling with the translucent divine power. While it acted like water, there was no sensation of wetness beyond what was being created by their own orgasms. The divine fluid, as Jadis thought of it for lack of a better word, felt like pure delight against her skin. Not enough to overwhelm her the way the initial crashes did, but certainly enough to be a dangerous distraction. Above all, Jadis knew they had to keep the orbs in Eir’s hands from falling. If they did, the ritual would end before completion, and all their effort would be for nothing.
Jadis had no good sense of time, except for the greater ritual sphere. As it slowly filled with the divine fluid, the difficulty of their task increased, while at the same time the rising fill line heralded the end of the ritual. Jadis both longed for that relief, yet she also wished for the experience to never end.
When the sphere finally filled itself all the way to the top, Jadis almost missed the moment. Jay had her eyes closed, sweat pouring down her brow as she tried to focus on nothing but keeping Eir upright. The rest of her bodies were in various states on the ground, almost completely zoned out thanks to the continual waves of pleasure. It was only by chance that Syd happened to look up and see the sphere fill completely. No one else was in any better state than Jadis was, so none of them were prepared for what happened next. Syd, however, got the full experience.
As one, the two orbs that Eir held in her hands dissolved, turning the transparent power of pleasure into a mix of crimson and white. In mere moments the colors swirled together, turning into a mix that was neither red, nor white, nor any color gradient between. The power was both, telling Syd’s eyes that it was two colors at the same time despite the absolute impossibility of such a thought.
Then the sphere exploded.
A shock of relief rolled over Jadis’ other selves, filling her with a soothing sensation that was reminiscent of the pleasure she had just experienced, yet nothing like it. The healing energy that radiated outwards left nothing behind but a mildly tingling, pleasant impression of good health. Even the wax drawn runes were gone with the ritual’s completion.
Eir collapsed into Jadis’ arms, going limp as she fainted from the exhaustion of what she had just gone through. Jadis wasn’t much better, at least in terms of energy. She couldn’t say she was in any pain; far from it, in fact. Jadis felt as good as though she had just spent a couple of hours in a spa back at Lyssandria’s High Temple. She was just utterly spent in the best way she knew how to be.
“Alright…”
Sorcha panted as she some of the cum that was dangling from the tip of her long ear. How that rope of seed had gotten there, Jadis had no idea. She couldn’t even be sure it was from Jay, or Sorcha’s own multitude of climaxes.
“Who’s ready to go back to sleep?”