Nephilim's Journey

by Rosier, D. R.

  What worried me, was the idea of knocking her up didn’t worry me at all, even had there been no spell. That was insane of course, this insane chemistry had put us in bed together, but we didn’t really even know each other yet. Just the basics, I knew she was an angel who kept the secret, I knew she was beautiful inside and out, I just hoped she wouldn’t panic and run again after this. I wanted to chance to plant the seeds of a true connection.

  I also, undeniably, wanted to do this again, but next time slower, so I could explore her body better, and get to know how to really please her. Yes, she’d orgasmed, but only once.

  I pulled out slowly, and rolled to the side, then gathered her up in my arms, and gave her soft kisses. She looked quite sated, despite me feeling self-conscious. I would have preferred to give her multiples. I could have also lasted a lot longer, if I wasn’t ready to burst before I’d even gotten inside of her. I also wasn’t sure how much to cuddle her, I wanted to hold her and never let go. I didn’t know her well enough, how much would smother her, and how little would make her feel like I’d used her to get off? I sighed, stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the feel of her body against mine, and the post coital bliss we shared.

  My biggest worry though, was that she’d regret this, when I wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.

  I kissed her again, lingeringly.

  “Would you like to get dinner together tonight?”

  She smirked, “Dinner? Does that mean you’re done?”

  She reached down, and stroked me back to hardness. It wasn’t that difficult for her, the insane chemistry was slightly muted, but the powerful attraction and need was still there, at least for me.

  “Dinner is a long way off Portia,” I said breathily.

  She smiled, and pushed me onto my back, and mounted me…

  Chapter Twenty-Two – Portia

  It was quiet as he held me, and our breaths quieted slowly as I sighed in contentment and nuzzled into his neck. I felt safe with his arms around me, and at the same time I felt complete in a way that scared the shit out of me, because I barely knew him.

  What the hell had I just done?

  Not once either, I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and he seemed to have the same problem. We’d been… playing in bed for hours, and I’d never felt so sated in my life, yet I still wanted him again. He was creative and generous in bed, had a huge cock that filled me completely and perfectly, knew how to use it well, and after that first time, he had incredible stamina. We’d gone four more rounds, for him, for me… I lost count of the amount of times I came undone around him.

  I felt a little sore, but it was a pleasant soreness, and I kissed his chest as I absently traced my fingers around his cut muscular body. His fingertips felt so good lightly brushing my back, and playing with my hair.

  What was it about him that turned me into a hot mess, I wanted him again, but at the same time I was terrified I’d screwed up enough. Our chemistry was intense, full of lustful attraction, and I felt his pull on me.

  Yet, I wanted more than that, but I didn’t know enough about him to decide if it was even likely we could become mates. I’d come back to talk to him, agree to that first date, and then I’d thrown myself at him like a slut in heat. I worried I’d messed things up by jumping straight into bed, and his wonderful long thick cock. He could reach places in me I hadn’t even know existed before today.

  Damnit, there I went again.

  I needed to go, what if he was done? What if he got what he wanted and walked away after this? I needed to go, and hope he really wanted that date, if he did, he would ask, and I needed to do it before I jumped him again.

  I kissed his chest again, and took in his scent. He was young, virile, and always would be, as would I. I was an idiot, but I truly couldn’t help it, I was drawn to him so strongly, like the proverbial moth to a flame.

  I said, “I need to go deal with the Fae, at least the four top leaders of that clan, though the others may attack also, if ordered. I can’t let what they did stand…” I trailed off, not sure why I felt the need to explain my plan, or justify it.

  He was silent for a moment, and then pulled me tightly against him, and kissed the top of my head. It felt like I was on pins and needles, I had no idea what his intent was, he was so young. Was he just caught up in our chemistry and lust, or did he want more, or was he done with me. So many things I didn’t know, and feared. I’d been alone so long.

  His voice came out strong, confident, and was most definitely not a question.

  “I’m coming with you. Then I’m taking you to dinner.”

  I should have been offended by the presumption, but my whole body tingled at his decisive confidence. Still, I couldn’t let him think he could walk all over me.

  “Do you think I’m so weak I need to be guarded?” I said dangerously.

  He laughed, “Of course not, it isn’t about you. I need to watch your back for my own peace of mind, and I need to have dinner with you. I’m not ready for you to go yet, so I’ll have to go with you. Plus, fighting and dinner seems like a good idea, we can get to know each other better.”

  I put my arm up on his chest and looked at him curiously, “What’s the difference, what do you mean for your peace of mind?”

  He shrugged, “What would you say if I said I was going to fight a whole clan of Fae all by myself.”

  I blushed as I thought about it, what was it with him making me blush. I was over a billion years old for goodness sake. It was like I had no control over my body or desires when he was near. It was both a scary and wondrous feeling.

  “I’d want to come with you.”

  He nodded, “I’ll just watch your back, and protect myself if attacked, otherwise the shows all yours.”

  I smiled, and my heart was far from offended, and truly warmed by the concern I saw in his eyes. I was both happy and relieved he wanted to stay with me, and more so that he wanted to get to know me, not just… stay in bed and make love all day. Which, sounded like a good option to me right now, so it was time to move. I rolled out of bed, and released several spells, I dressed in full jeans, a tight t-shirt, and black boots. My sword was on my side, and my golden blonde hair was in a bun. I didn’t have makeup on, it was time to get my vengeance.

  I turned to ask him what was taking so long, but I’d underestimated his speed, and his control over magic. He was standing, fully dressed, clean and groomed, and he looked ready to kick ass on my behalf. He had jeans on too, and a t-shirt that showed his physique. I bit my lip, as our eyes locked, my wiseass teasing comment long forgotten.

  He smirked as he read the lust in my eyes, “We should probably get in public, less temptation.”

  I snorted derisively at his wiseass comment, even as I privately agreed.

  “I’d love to have dinner tonight, but tomorrow I need to check on the rogue situation, I’ve missed a week, so who knows what the hell is going on out there.”

  He said, “I understand. If I crowd you just tell me, the overwhelming chemistry between us may compromise my better judgement there.”

  Oh, thank god, he was worried about appearing clingy too?

  I smirked, “Fine, if you’ll do the same for me, give me three seconds, then teleport in behind me. Oh, you might want to turn away.”

  He looked confused, but didn’t hesitate.

  I released my true power, and what I was. An angel. My body glowed with a bright white light, and I built holy fire around me. It didn’t burn the house, because I willed it not to. I was a bonfire of angelic magic and holy fire as I teleported twenty feet from the entrance of Drake’s tent. I could feel him in there, his essence, and I released all that energy and fire in one large bolt less than a second after I arrived. It ripped through the tents protections like they weren’t even there, and incinerated Drake and his home.

  I was taking no chances this time, and I couldn’t have been more decisive than that.

  I heard screams, and felt Fae both running toward
me and away from me as I drew my sword.

  Jason appeared next to me, his aura out and bright. He glowed with a golden light and power that was breathtaking, and he was sheathed in golden flames, no longer hiding what he was. His aura was impressive, but I tore my eyes away, the last thing I needed to do was be distracted. I couldn’t destroy them all like that, I had a huge pool of magic, but I’d spent a good tenth of it in that one attack. I brought up and released the tracking spell, and felt the other three that had to die, together in the clan head’s tent. I moved that way quickly, taking out any Fae that got in my way, and leaving the others to survive…

  Chapter Twenty-Three – Jason

  It was probably a bad idea, but I’d been hiding what I was my whole life, outside of my family that is. Normally, I would use elemental fire or balefire, instead of the golden fire of my combined and whole magic. But, the Fae camp wasn’t exactly the city, and the flames licking my body and bright golden aura hid my face.

  I teleported to the clan three seconds after she left, to a scene of devastation.

  One of the tents was simply gone, a cloud of ash in its place, and when I looked in that direction I could still feel the heat against my face from whatever she’d done, and the air looked wavy and distorted as the heat slowly disbursed. It was quite obvious she’d completely incinerated the tent, including whatever and whoever was inside.

  I turned and moved with her, with my sword drawn. She was still glowing a bright white, but no longer surrounded by fire. Based on her aura I would guess all that magical energy was focused on her protections and her sword. It made sense, if they all turned on her, her shields would have to be very strong to resist them all, and she could use her sword to break through their protections and end them.

  One thing was very sure, she hadn’t been fighting at nearly her best when I’d taken her down. Her true body was a vision of grace and power, her movements precise, impossibly fast, and deadly. The Fae that ran, she ignored. The fae that faced her or cast magic met a quick end at the end of her blade. It was awe inspiring in a way, but it also scared the crap out of me.

  Not her, not Portia, what she was doing was more than justified in my mind, but the idea that I could be doing the same thing. Perhaps not as effectively in that moment, I was still young, but that would change over time, my raw power was a match for hers. I could easily become a monster, but at the same time I couldn’t shy away from doing the right thing. How did I find the line that ran between the two?

  Fae, vampires and shifter slaves, nothing stood before her longer than a split-second. They didn’t have time to get organized. Backup? I was here to watch the show, and maybe keep her company. My mother had always said there were rules, and that she couldn’t attack or join in on fights without good reason, either in self-defense, or as the last line of defense for my father because of their infernal bond. I was beginning to understand why that was, and in the end why Nephilim were so feared.

  Portia could enforce the rules of the secrets, but otherwise couldn’t interfere unless she’d been attacked and wronged. No such rules existed for my kind. The only thing that could stop me from acting was my own conscience and judgement of what was right or wrong. I was outside the rules, a being of great magical power anchored on the mortal plane with unfettered free will.

  Of course, I could be killed if I fell for deception or was overwhelmed, as Portia was, but I wouldn’t come back time after time, so there was some balance to it. I also knew if it wasn’t for her devastating shock and awe first strike, this wouldn’t be going nearly as well. She’d panicked the Fae, and most had fled instead of fighting together. That was their greatest weakness in my opinion. They had no compassion or empathy, all that existed for them was their own power and selfish whims. Lacking orders from above, and in the chaos of destruction, they fled to save their own lives, uncaring about any others.

  She reached the largest tent in the meadow. It was the first thing that slowed her down, it took her several long moments, maybe twenty seconds, to batter and rip apart the Fae wards keeping her out, she was obviously trying to conserve her remaining magic, and then I followed her inside. She was ambushed by six Fae, but two were already dead by the time I’d followed her in. I took the heads of two that were behind her easily enough, as she took the remaining two.

  Mage duels of magic were long drawn out things, as they tried to either overload their adversary's protections, and if that failed they’d fight until only one had magic left in their pool, which made them the winner by default. As a Nephilim, overloading their protections was easy, we had the magic pool large enough to afford the great expenditures to do so without impacting our magic pool as much, and my sword which was burning with golden fire, went through their necks like a hot knife through butter.

  There were three Fae left on the other side of the cavernous tent, and I could tell by their auras they were probably the first, second, and third most powerful in the clan. There were also several items of power in this tent, and the Fae didn’t look very worried, they didn’t even look angry, as if they didn’t care we’d killed half the camp. Okay, they really didn’t care that we’d killed half the camp. It was hard to keep in mind they were psychotic by our measure. They were obviously waiting patiently for us to rush them.

  “Trap.”

  Portia laughed, “Of course it is. Close your eyes.”

  Oh crap. I turned my head and closed my eyes, and felt the large burst of her aura, a surge of powerful magic, and could see the bright white flames through my closed eyelids. I’d need to work on a light reduction spell for my eyes, if things like this were going to happen a lot. When I warily opened them, the back of the tent was gone, as were the three Fae.

  Portia giggled, and wobbled, her magical pool was very low, but filling quickly through her connection to her home plane.

  I stepped forward and put my arm around her, to steady her, she sighed and leaned back against me.

  “So… thanks for holding back when we fought.”

  She laughed, “You’re welcome. It wasn’t that hard, I just left my magic alone, and my body was crap. I warned them already, in case you’re wondering.”

  I nodded, and kissed her warm golden hair, I hadn’t been wondering. I’d seen what they’d done to her, and what they did to other races. They’d earned it, and at least half their camp would live. I was also detecting something odd with my earth magic inside the dead Fae, something I hadn’t felt when they were alive, their auras had been hiding it.

  I let her go when she steadied, and sliced open one of the Fae corpses with my blade. I used telekinesis to pull it out and clean off the blood, and dropped it into my open palm. It looked like a small piece of rose colored quartz, but I knew that wasn’t what it was, it didn’t belong in our world.

  “You don’t suppose this is from their plane, and is how they channel their plane’s magic here?”

  I cleaned my sword with a spell, and sheathed it, no one else wanted to play with us. I didn’t feel a Fae aura, or any magical aura for that matter, within range.

  She tilted her head, “Maybe? Why?”

  I shrugged, “Lavender? I bet when she was banished, they removed her stone,” and I tossed her the stone.

  Her mouth fell open, and then closed.

  “I’ll have to think about that, what’s to stop her from doing something bad if I restore her magic. I could come home one day to find her in charge, and everyone else a slave.”

  I replied, “Not sure, but there’s a Fae in my family tree, and I know there’s something different about her but not exactly what. They’re good at manipulating DNA, maybe she can grow herself some empathy, or make a pact to be a good little Fae. They’re also absolutely obedient to those they see as their rulers and betters with power, I imagine if you set careful rules she’d follow them.”

  She nodded, “It might be useful, to grow food, or help deprogram someone.”

  I added, “She could also give the mixed species couples the
ability to have children.”

  She looked startled at that suggestion. The Fae’s power wasn’t bad, it was what they did with it that was evil.

  “So… dinner?”

  Truthfully, I wasn’t sure how hungry I was after that slaughter, but I wasn’t squeamish and would get over it once we left here, and once I got rid of that scent with magic. Plus, we’d worked up quite an appetite with our activities all morning and into the afternoon.

  She grinned at me, sheathed her blade, and released several spells at once. Her magic was low, but they were all minor spells, and even mostly drained she still had the aura of a very powerful mage. She was cleaned up, with her hair partly down and partly pinned up, with a sexy but classy strapless dark blue dress that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, hugged her curves, and ended just above her knees. She also had a bit of light makeup on that I thought was entirely unnecessary with her natural beauty, but looked good regardless, and she was wearing a pair of red shoes with three inch heels. She looked… perfect, beautiful, and dazzlingly elegant. Of course, she could dazzle me in a potato sack.

  I released a similar series of spells to clean up, and put on a button-down shirt, slacks, and black shoes. Her eyes twinkled when I stepped closer, covered us with concealments, and teleported us to Seattle on the side of an upscale Italian restaurant.

  I said, “I’m from Seattle, so it’s all I really know.”

  She leaned into me and kissed my cheek, “It’s perfect Jason. I’ll pick next time, and show you around some of the cities?”

  A thrill went through me, not only with the way her angelic voice caressed my name, but because I already had a second date, and the first one had barely started. Yes, we’d slept together already, but that was no guarantee of anything but our insane chemistry. Still, it was a good sign that she wanted to get to know me. I’d been worried she’d regret how fast we jumped in bed and run in the other direction, but so far so good.