There was something to be said for the direct approach. Jadis was a firm believer in bold action and she was always happy to leap right into the thick of things as quickly as possible. Vraekae’s no-nonsense demeanor paired well with Jadis’ attitude on such things, so long as they weren’t at odds with one another. Which was a big part of why Jadis hadn’t really had the time to examine the interior of the elf’s bed chamber once they had gone inside. She had been almost immediately occupied by other matters.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Wow. Just going to order me around like that, huh?” Syd laughed at Vraekae’s no-nonsense command. “We aren’t even going to spend a few minutes making out on the couch while we fondle each other through our clothes?”
“I do not kiss,” Vraekae stated as calmly as though she were telling the time of day. “Further, I have no desire to imitate the clumsy sexual escapades of inexperienced adolescents. My idea of foreplay is far different.”
“Oh?” Jay said as all three of her selves raised their eyebrows. “What exactly is your idea of foreplay?”
“Do as I say, and you will soon see,” the elf replied before pointing at the collective Jadis. “Strip. Now.”
It seemed that Vraekae wanted to take command of the encounter, which wasn’t how Jadis typically operated. She was usually the dominant role whenever she performed any lewd activities with her lovers. Even when she was lying back and being passive, she still tended to control the pace. However, she was willing to let the elf lead, at least for the moment, if for no other reason than she was curious about where Vraekae was going to take them.
Jadis dearly hoped Vraekae’s plans didn’t involve a boring, basic, missionary-style position for the rest of the evening. That didn’t seem likely, though. Not since Vraekae had given her permission to perform a ritual that necessitated double penetration of one kind or another. Besides which, she got the feeling Vraekae was actually teasing her.
Without further argument, Jadis set about the task of removing her clothes. She wasn’t wearing her armor, and while her street clothes were some of her nicer sets, they weren’t anything special or complicated. She didn’t waste time putting on a show, since Vraekae’s command had been so stridently insistent. In only moments, Jadis had efficiently stripped her selves of her garments.
Once all three of Jadis stood before Vraekae, naked and unabashed, the elf took a long moment to examine their bodies. Her inspection was almost… clinical considering the lack of any outward reaction. However, that very lack of response just stoked the flame that was already smoldering inside of Jadis. She wanted to make the elf react. She wanted to see her face light up in pleasure. Or better yet, she wanted to hear Vraekae let out some form of vocalization that was completely uncontrolled.
In that moment, Jadis realized that no matter what the outcome of her own pleasure that night, she would only be satisfied if she could get the icy elf to come undone. Even if for only an instant. That one second of unreserved Vraekae would make the whole night worth it.
“Rumors are often exaggerations of the truth,” the blue-skinned woman commented dryly. “I suppose in this case, the rumors were understated.”
“I feel a lot bigger than I look,” Syd grinned as she flexed a muscle inside of her belly that she didn’t have before her reincarnation. It caused her already mostly hard shaft to bounce distractingly. “I can promise that from personal experience.”
“I can imagine,” Vraekae replied without showing any sign the move had affected her. “Which body is this?”
“Syd,” that self answered.
“Lie down on the bed,” Vraekae ordered while pointing behind the three-in-one Nephilim. “Your other two selves may stand aside until they are needed.”
Once more listening to the older woman’s orders, Syd complied with the command and got herself situated on top of Vraekae’s surprisingly comfortable bed. No stone, steel, or chainmail in sight. The bed was, Jadis noted, a little on the small side, even putting aside her own gigantic proportions. She guessed that Vraekae probably didn’t entertain the intimate kind of company very often, if ever, so the elf had probably had the bed made big enough for her own comfort without thought of accommodating a second person. Still, just like everything else in the magistrate’s home, the bed was solid, quality construction. Jadis didn’t think it would break, even if all three of her selves somehow piled on top of it. At least not immediately, anyway.
Thoughts of Vraekae’s bed fled Jadis’ mind as soon as said elf began removing her clothes.
Vraekae didn’t exactly rush the removal of her shirt and pants, but neither did she tease or play around. She simply unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, even taking the time to fold the garment before gently tossing it aside on top of a nearby dresser. She calmly did the same for her pants, then her undergarments. The body that was gradually revealed was everything that Jadis could have hoped. And while Jadis knew it was probably rude to do so, she couldn’t help but compare the two elven cousins, at least from a physical perspective.
Where Eir was voluptuous, plush, and warm, Vraekae was lithesome, muscled, and cool. While Bridget and Sabina beat the magistrate in terms of muscle mass, Vraekae still had the toned, well-defined looks of a woman who worked out regularly. Jadis could see her abdominals move under the blue velvet of her skin, which was somehow more distracting than the already intensely attractive sight of Vraekae’s pert breasts. Out of all her lovers, Jadis realized that Vraekae’s body most reminded her of… well, herself. She wasn’t as well endowed, certainly, but she exuded that same sort of effortless strength that Jadis associated with her own bodies.
“Need some help?” Dys couldn’t help but ask when Vraekae bent over as she lowered her pants to reveal that the carpet definitely matched the drapes.
The sight made all of Jadis’ cocks twitch with anticipation.
“No,” Vraekae replied shortly. “I will let you know when you may act.”
Jadis’ faces twisted with wry amusement at the declaration, but she kept her lips sealed.
Turning away from the bed, Vraekae bent over at the waist to open a bottom drawer of her dresser. The move was very deliberately designed to show off her assets, so to speak, especially since Vraekae was arching her back in a particularly unnecessary way. Not that Jadis was going to call out the blatantly sexual move and risk it being cancelled. In any case, as distracting as the sight of her plump elven ass was, a different feature of the woman’s body caught Jadis’ attention.
“Is that a tattoo?”
Jadis’ eyes widened at the unexpected sight. Up to that point, Jadis hadn’t really seen too many tattoos during her time on Oros. None of her lovers had any, and most people she knew, even in passing, didn’t have them either. In fact, Jadis had seen dozens of naked priestesses in Lyssandria’s temple bathes and not one of them had possessed any visible markings on their bodies. The fact that Vraekae had what looked to be a fairly sizable tattoo on her back, just between her shoulder blades, was completely unexpected. The image, inked in a dark red that matched the elf’s eyes and hair, was that of a ship sailing on a stylized wave. It was so wholly unexpected that Jadis’ attention was momentarily diverted from her previous lewd thoughts.
“Yes, it is,” she acknowledged after straightening up and turning to face the bed. In her hands, Vraekae carried what looked like a potion bottle, with a mostly clear, slightly white, liquid inside. “A memento from my time abroad.”
“Abroad where?” Jay asked, curious to know the origin of what looked like a foreign art style.
Vraekae gave her a look.
“Hardly an important topic at the moment, do you not agree?”
“Yeah…”
Jadis would have said more, but Vraekae followed up her words by moving forward and gracefully stepping up onto the bed. Syd was forced to spread her legs apart to make room for the woman as she walked up to the midpoint of the bed. She didn’t stop until she was standing so close to Syd’s slick entrance that Jadis could practically feel the elf’s body heat against her pussy lips.
“You truly are an unwieldy sort,” Vraekae murmured as she placed a delicate foot on the base of Syd’s throbbing shaft. “In more ways than one.”
Syd’s cock, sticking up in the air like a mast, was pressed into her abdomen as Vraekae leaned a bit of her weight onto her left foot. The teasing pressure was enough to make the Nephilim’s member twitch in response, though Syd restrained herself from making any verbal sign that the touch had aroused her. She was letting Vraekae run the show, but she wasn’t going to bend her will to the woman, either. Jadis was still glad she was going along with the elf’s direction, though, since the sight of Vraekae comparing her foot to the massive size of Syd’s member was triggering her perverted soul in all the right ways.
After a long, considering moment, Vraekae slipped her foot off of Syd’s cock and squatted down, retaining perfect balance and control of her motions. Settling herself on Syd’s thighs, she calmly uncorked the stoppered glass bottle before pouring the slick-looking liquid out onto her hand. Once she had rubbed the concoction, whatever it was, into her palms, Vraekae placed her hands around the base of Syd’s shaft. With one long, slow motion, she smoothed her hands from the bottom of Syd’s cock all the way to the edge of her crowned head.
Syd’s whole body shivered in involuntary delight. Whatever the substance was, it produced a distinct tingling sensation that made her feel even more sensitive than she usually did. The potion was also incredibly slippery; just the single pass made Jadis feel as slick as though she’d been fucking one of her lovers for hours.
“What is that stuff?” Syd asked, doing her best to keep her voice level.
Vraekae didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took the time to slowly work the substance in to her shaft, taking several long passes up and down her length. Eventually, she switched to working the fluid into the sensitive flesh just under the crown of Syd’s cockhead. She didn’t stop until she saw a large bead of precum spill from the tip of her shaft, at which point Vraekae rubbed her thumb across the slit before thoroughly covering the whole of Syd’s cockhead in the combined slickness.
“Essence of Nephilim.”
“What was that?” Jay and Dys both asked in unison. Syd didn’t join in the exclamation, as that part of Jadis’ mind was too busy enjoying the intense tingling sensation.
“Essence of Nephilim,” Vraekae repeated with just a hint of a smile. “Or at least, that is the old name I found in temple records for this particular lubricant. It is more commonly called Cleansing Potion or, in some areas, Tingle Touch. It produces a pleasing sensation when applied to the skin, though its real benefit is the excellent lubrication properties that it possesses, combined with a strong cleansing function. It is the preferred mixture of choice for certain sexual activities.”
When Syd’s cock throbbed and another large drop of precum leaked from her tip, Vraekae used the index finger of her right hand to swipe it off and hold it up to her face.
“According to the old records, it is said to be based off of the supernaturally effectual emissions of Nephilim. Further, it is supposed to have a similar taste as well.”
With that, Vraekae popped the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
“Well?” Syd asked around the lump in her throat.
“Your taste is sweeter,” Vraekae answered in such a matter-of-fact way, that it was almost as if she was talking about something as banal as tea instead of Jadis’ precum.
Vraekae got to her feet then, being careful to keep Syd’s rock-hard shaft upright and perfectly in place. With a gymnast’s grace, Vraekae stepped onto Syd’s stomach and, once she was positioned the way she wanted, lowered herself down so the Nephilim’s tip was spearing between her cheeks.
“I normally abstain from the consumption of sweets,” Vraekae stated, somehow managing to bring Syd’s attention away from where her cockhead was pressing. “However, in your case, I believe I will make an exception.”
Without further warning, Vraekae firmly lowered herself down onto Syd’s cock.
The action wasn’t easy. Even with the generous lubrication and the elf’s iron resolve, it still took a few seconds of hard pressure before the tip of Syd’s massive member entered Vraekae’s tight rear end. When her cockhead finally popped inside the insane, velvety tightness of the magistrate’s unexpected heat, Syd couldn’t help the quiet groan of pleasure that escaped her lips.
Vraekae, for her part, inhaled sharply, though she was otherwise stoic in her expression and body language. Displaying that same calm control paired with frankly impressive core muscles, the blue-tinted elf slowly lowered herself, sliding down Syd’s cock in one smooth action. After the first few inches, Syd could see Vraekae’s flat stomach bulge out as even the magical properties of Anatomical Adaptation could not hide the way her cock filled the woman. The sight was mesmerizing, so much so that Jadis found it hard to choose where she wanted to look. Especially since Vraekae kept her crimson eyes locked onto Syd’s the whole time. It was a good thing, then, that Jadis had two other pairs of eyes to work with and was able to observe all parts of Vraekae’s enticing display at the same time.
When the elf’s tight rear finally made contact with Syd’s groin, Vraekae paused and took in another sharp breath. Running the tips of her fingers from the top of her exposed clit all the way up to the middle of her chest, Vraekae murmured in a soft, cool voice.
“It is strange that I can feel you all the way up here, despite the fact that I know that such depth is impossible. I can, after all, still feel my heart beating in the same spot as always.”
“Isn’t magic great?” Syd let out a shaky laugh.
At the same time, she moved her hands to slide over the sides of Vraekae’s legs. When the elf did not object to the touch, Syd happily groped the woman’s smooth thighs, using them as a distraction for the intense heat and tingling sensations that came from her cock. Unable to help herself, Syd placed her hands on either of Vraekae’s knees, then slowly forced them even further apart, baring the woman’s glistening core to her violet eyes.
“Where do we go from here,” Syd grinned at her partner. “Magistrate Vraekae?”
Vraekae gazed down at the Nephilim below her, her expression as unmoving as a mountain glacier. Then, to Jadis’ delight, she saw the right side of the mage’s mouth twitch upwards, just a bit.
“By now, I think you should know. I always have a plan.”
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