Nephilim's Journey

by Rosier, D. R.

  I couldn’t decide which to do first, visit the Nephilim, destroy Drake’s clan, or go home to see my rogue family. I eventually decided on the latter, and then the former. I hadn’t been home in over a week now, and the Nephilim deserved my thanks. I admitted to myself, I was excited that he’d tracked me down, that he wanted to talk to me again. Maybe now we could connect long enough to figure things out. Chances were that it was inevitably doomed to failure, but would also enable me to finally move on without regret of not even trying, and those soulful hazel eyes would stop haunting my mind. I daren’t hope it could actually work out. But what if it did? What if I no longer needed to be alone?

  Hope was treacherous.

  Revenge would wait a little longer, they couldn’t escape my wrath. Though I debated with myself on the extent of it, now that I was home, safe, and calm. Drake and the three Fae above him were definitely guilty, they would die, no question at all they deserved much worse than the quick merciful death I would offer. But what about those below them, did the whole clan really deserve death? They stood by and did nothing, but anyone of lesser rank in a Fae clan would be killed for insolence if they objected. In a way, the weaker Fae were just as much slaves as the humans and supernatural beings they enslaved.

  I really wanted to kill them all. But I was also unsure if it was the right thing or not. I’d have to think on it longer. My other worry was it wouldn’t set a good enough example for the other twenty-two clans, if I only destroyed the four most powerful, including the clan head, would that make the others give up the idea of ever enslaving an angel again? Although, killing the innocent as an example was hardly the right thing to do, was it? I’d… think about it.

  It was time. I gathered my magic together, and released it, entering the mortal plane and rebuilding my body, an echo of what was inside me. I appeared in my bedroom, and stretched. It felt strange, but very good, to be in a body again. I thought of the Nephilim again, his eyes, strong handsome face, and his sexy body, and this time I tingled down below and my nipples grew taught. Damn. I bit my lip, this was going to be harder than I thought. It was much easier to think about him dispassionately, when I didn’t have a body with needs and wants.

  I looked in the mirror, and my old body, face, and hair greeted me. I felt a surprisingly large surge of relief at that, perhaps I’d been more worried the Fae imprisoning me had changed me in some significant way. I stepped closer, nothing looked different, not that I could tell. I had my lips, cheekbones, hair, breasts, and curves all back the way I remembered them. My eyes watered, and I brushed the tears out of them, and swallowed.

  Must be dusty in here.

  I formed several spells at once and let them go, in batches, to restore my protections, detections, conjured clothes, makeup, hair, and nails. I looked in the mirror and smiled tentatively, I was in a pair of jean shorts, and a clingy t-shirt. The sword looked a bit ridiculous, but no one but another angel or Nephilim could see it anyway.

  Then I froze as I realized my detection spells were picking up a mage, downstairs in the cage. I dipped into his mind, and winced, he’d been here for a week. Talk about bad timing, the very day I was captured. I put him to sleep, wiped his mind of the last week, including the town, and then retrieved him from downstairs.

  I checked my garage next, and sure enough there was a strange car in there, and from his mind I knew it was his. I put him behind the wheel, and with a large surge of magic teleported myself, the mage, and the car, five hundred miles to the east, on the side of the road. I reached in to the passenger seat, and powered on his phone.

  He’d wake up confused as hell, but he wouldn’t have any memories of my Sanctuary, none since the moment he got in his car from the city he’d come from. Satisfied, I teleported home, and walked over to the diner, where everyone was completely stressed out.

  It didn’t take me long to pick out the particulars, the Nephilim had been here twice, and there’d been an investigator yesterday as well. That might be a problem, but maybe one that would just go away.

  Once everyone had given me a hug, Katherine growled, “Where the hell were you!”

  I laughed her growl, “Isn’t your husband the wolf?”

  She turned red and I giggled, and then gave the fire mage another hug.

  “It was my last case. I… miscalculated, and was being held by the Fae. It’s really good to be home. Listen, don’t worry about the mage that came here twice, he isn’t a danger to us. As far as the investigator goes, we’ll deal with whatever happens.”

  Carla said, “Are you hungry?”

  I smirked, “I’ve never eaten.”

  It was true enough, brand new body, though it felt familiar and right. The oddness of being corporeal again had faded quickly, and I knew my body very well.

  I spent a few hours with my family, and a lot of the others dropped in to say hi. Everyone was much calmer, happier, and the stress was gone by the time I got up to leave. I knew the Nephilim was waiting for me at that house. I’d be able to find it easily enough, I’d died there in a manner of speaking.

  I left the diner and teleported there. I saw a flinch out of the corner of my eye, and I felt his aura as he stood up. It was… very strong, he wasn’t blocking it at all, and it was more than a match for my own. When I turned and looked up into his hazel eyes, it felt like I was struck by lightning.

  It was nothing like the lust and attraction I felt the first time, it was so much stronger. Maybe it was his aura, or the fact that he’d tracked me down, found me, and rescued me. Or the sharp fearless gaze of determination as we fought, to save my life, at the risk of his own when he could have simply ran away. Or the way he was looking at me now, with barely hooded desire and hope in his eyes. It was larger, because I felt admiration for him, for his bravery, and for saving my life. Of course it was stronger.

  My heart thundered in my chest, and the tingle in my core spread through my body. I felt a little lightheaded and breathy, but tried not to show it on my face. His presence was having an incredibly strong effect on me, stronger than I’d ever felt before. My nipples ached, and a shiver of pleasure went down my spine. If the look he was giving me was any indication, he felt this insane chemistry between us as well. It was a superficial thing, but it was also a start. What if under that we could build a true foundation, everything I knew about him said it was possible. I didn’t know much, but knowing he had my back, and was brave and admirable in a dangerous situation, was a very good start. I also loved the way he was looking at me, with desire, but also a need to know me.

  Damn, I’d thought it would be… complicated, but not this complicated.

  “Hi Portia, want to take a picture.”

  The first part, the way his voice caressed my name, sent tingles down my spine, my whole body was alive, and I felt like a live wire that would explode with just a spark. I’d never felt like this before, never, and we hadn’t even touched yet.

  The second part hit my funny bone, I supposed I deserved that.

  I laughed, one of true delight, “Okay, wiseass, that was fair, so why did you track me down, and risk your life to save me from that Fae. Oh, and what’s your name?”

  He smiled, “Jason. I tracked you down just to be sure you meant it, when you said no I mean. I mean, we were both pretty shocked, I was hoping you’d change your mind about our first date.”

  I smirked, and my heart beat faster, but he was crazy, as foolish as I was.

  “So, let me get this straight Jason. You somehow tracked me down, and then fought me, an angel controlled by a Fae and fully trying to kill you, just so you could ask me out again?”

  He shrugged, “When you say it like that it sounds crazy. I tracked you down to talk to you again, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. When I got there and saw what was done to you… well I stayed to fight and risked my life because I couldn’t bear to see you under that Fae’s thrall. I don’t understand what this is between us, or why I feel it so strongly, but I know I’d regret not exploring it
for the rest of my life. There aren’t too many people like us out there.”

  I took three steps forward, into his personal space, and never took my eyes from his. He was tall, at least six foot three, nine inches taller than me.

  I should have worn heels.

  His eyes looked mesmerized, I imagine they were a mirror for mine. I reached up and caressed his face, and bit my lip.

  “Thank you for the rescue,” I said a bit breathlessly, and went up on my tip toes. The breath caught in my throat as he leaned down and touched his lips to mine. My whole body felt like it was on fire, as he kissed me softly and tentatively at first, but then a little harder. His hands went on my hips, and the fire in my body felt molten as I moved my body up against his, and entwined his short hair between my fingers. I moaned softly into his mouth right as we broke the kiss.

  I wasn’t sure what had possessed me to do any of that, except my hero deserved a reward didn’t he? Bullshit, it was the burning need between my legs, I’d had to touch him, kiss him, and it had been so much better than I’d imagined it would be. One thing was for sure, it had only verified the chemistry between us, not killed it as I’d feared it would. Feared it would? So much for my plan to put him behind me. I felt a little weak in the knees, as I moved back a half step.

  I could see the barely restrained desire in his eyes, to claim me, I’d also felt that physical proof of his lust against my abdomen when his body was against mine, and I wondered if he was imagining me bent over the couch like the first time we met, and the thought made me moisten even further, and made my sex convulse. It was totally insane, I’d come here to say yes to a date, not let him fuck me, but I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes, as I wished he’d ditch the restraint. I wanted him to take me, desperately, no matter how insane it was, but I also wasn’t going to ask.

  Jason said, “So… yes on the date?” in a low sexy voice.

  I smirked, and poked him in the chest, he was totally a wiseass, which worked on him for some reason. Strangely, it didn’t break the mood either, and I closed my eyes as he pulled back against him for another kiss.

  Chapter Twenty-One – Jason

  I’d never been so turned on, excited, or hard in my life. That’s saying a lot actually, considering the cat shifters. I pushed that thought out of my mind, I was entranced by her beauty, and her curves. The way her lips felt against mine, and her hands around my neck. The way she rubbed her body up against mine made me moan deeply into her mouth.

  I moved my hands around her waist, and slowly lower until they were cupping her luscious supple ass, and I squeezed.

  When she gasped into my mouth, deepened the kiss, and rubbed against me more blatantly, I was positive I was getting a green light. I may have been young, but I wasn’t stupid, and thanks to… others, I wasn’t inept either, despite my age. I was also the son of a succubus.

  My power rose around us, and I teleported us to my guest room in the house.

  She gasped, looked around, and smiled hungrily at me before she started to kiss me again, and with a second spell our clothes were neatly folded on the dresser. I sighed in pleasure, as my cock dug into the soft skin of her abdomen, and I felt her bare breasts crushed against my chest. Her breathy needy moans were driving me crazy, and I picked her up by her ass cheeks, and her arms tightened around my neck, her legs went around my waist, and she started to kiss and nibble my neck.

  Her scent was tantalizing, and I took a moment to admire her body as I laid her down on the bed. Her body was better than I imagined it, fair skin, perfect pink nipples on full pert and firm breasts. Her stomach was flat, her waist mouthwateringly thin, and her hips perfectly proportioned giving her a slightly voluptuous perfect hourglass body.

  I wanted to explore every inch of that body, but that would have to wait, my libido wouldn’t allow for a gentle slow loving this first time. My lust was off the charts, and if I were a lesser man I’d already be balls deep. She was looking up at me, with an innocent ephemeral beauty, but somehow, at the same time, a seductive come fuck me look that made my cock twitch. Her dark blue eyes were intense, needy, and filled with desire for me, and that only fed my own.

  I was actually a bit surprised, and very pleased by it. I thought I’d have to persuade her into a date, and now we were moments from making love, and my body was demanding I take her, make her mine. Sex would be just as superficial as our initial lust and chemistry, but we could always work on the real foundation later, there was no denying the sparks between us had turned into a bonfire.

  I had to have her, but I had to make sure she was ready for me.

  I crawled onto the bed and moved to put my head between her legs, I didn’t have the time or patience to explore her whole body, not this first time, but I wanted to taste her, the sweet scent of her arousal called to me.

  She said breathily, and quite firmly, “We can do that foreplay stuff later, I need you in me now Jason.”

  I kissed her labia once, just for a taste, which made her whole body twitch and she arched her back and gasped. I started to crawl up her sexy body slowly.

  “Then it won’t be foreplay anymore. After play?”

  She giggled, “Shut up wiseass, and come fuck me.”

  I stopped for just a moment at her beautiful breasts, for a short moment of homage, I’d have to give them better attention and treatment in the future. Then I kissed my way up her neck, and we started to kiss passionately, as she reached down and grabbed me. Her soft fingers around my wide length felt amazing, and made me gasp into her mouth.

  Then I slowly pushed inside her, and at the same time I slipped my tongue past her slightly pouty lips. The more passionate as our kiss grew, the deeper I sunk my long hard cock into her body. She gasped in pain and pleasure, but the pain didn’t dissuade her as I stretched her out, on the contrary she arched her back and tried to take me in further.

  She gasped, “You’re huge.”

  I nipped her lip, “You’re so tight, warm, and wet.”

  She said breathily, “All for you,” and squeezed herself around me briefly.

  My eyes rolled back in pleasure, and then when she released me I pushed deeper. With a few inches buried, I started to rock slightly in and out, stretching her out and filling her up with the last five.

  She really was incredibly tight, impossibly snug and slick, as her silken liquid arousal allowed me to slide in an inch at a time.

  I felt a surge of lust, and my cock twitched inside of her, as I realized I was the only man to ever be in this body, maybe that was ridiculous, but it was true nonetheless. There was also a small part of me, that was blown away by the simple fact I was inside of, and making love to, an angel. It was all I could do to hold myself back and not just start rutting into her, only the wish to make it as good for her, and a deep burning need to give her pleasure, stopped me from doing so.

  “You are so beautiful Portia, stunningly so,” I whispered, as I enjoyed her tight convulsions around me, and waited for her sex to become accommodated to my invasion.

  She blushed, and her core tightened around me briefly again, “I feel so full, and you feel so good in me,” her hands ran over my chest, and down my sides and back up, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  She bit her lip, arched her back, and ground up against me.

  I sighed in pleasure at the euphoric feeling radiating out from my sensitive length, I also took her grind as a signal she was ready and to get started. I started slowly and carefully, rocking in and out of her sweet body just a couple of inches at a time, and slowly increased both the length and depth of my stroke.

  She was hardly a passive lover, her body and hips rocked in perfect rhythm of opposition, pushing up against my body as I came against hers. She also tightened her sex around me every third or fourth time I pulled out, which despite the silken liquid friction, milked my manhood hard, she was already unbelievably tight to begin with, when she used her floor muscles it felt like a soft hot and wet vice of pleasure. />
  It didn’t take long until I was long stroking her with almost all eight inches, and our bodies were slamming together. I was lost in the pleasure, the perfect rhythm of our bodies, her breathy gasps and moans of pleasure, and the way her supple breasts bounced and shook violently when our bodies met. The scent of her growing arousal as she got wetter drove me to greater efforts. The sweat from our bodies mixed, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her innocently seductive and beautiful face, or from her dark blue eyes that were glowing in transcendent pleasure.

  It was a silly obvious thought, but she had the face of an angel.

  I was lost in the feeling of her body, and in the look of pleasure on her face. All that existed was the two of us, as we got lost in a rhythm as old as time.

  She gasped, “Harder, take me.”

  My cock twitched, “I won’t be able to last.”

  She said it again, demandingly, “Harder, Jason.”

  I picked up the pace even further, and the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, and perhaps the whole house. It wasn’t long before I felt my legs start to tingle, and my whole body was filled with a euphoria, which told me this was going to be one of the largest orgasms I’d ever felt. I held on as long as I could, and then finally, gloriously, she came undone beneath me.

  Her body trembled, shook, and bucked against mine as a keening sound of pleasure erupted from her beautiful silken lips. Her eyes widened and her core convulsed around me, and I completely lost a hold of my restraint, and followed her over into the abyss of blissful ecstasy.

  I never looked away from her eyes, as the whirlwind of pleasure overcame my body and mind. All that existed in that moment, was our connected eyes, and connected bodies, as I felt pulse after pulse of my essence fill her womb. I wasn’t worried about that at all, since I could feel her contraceptive spell.