Ishtar Anomaly

by Natalie Gibson

  Camilla cried and hugged her baby tight. She wished she could have saved Tommy from that heartache but this would be okay. Tommy would grow up knowing his mother was sick. He would have professionals telling him he wasn't a baby killer and that his mother's barrenness wasn't his fault. He would have Dad. She vowed they both would have her and her family for support.

  “What will you call him?” Nanae broke the silence.

  “I was thinking maybe something that means first or first born or son.” He paused thinking maybe he had stuck his foot in his mouth. Everyone had told him that Nephilim were infertile, maybe Sinnis couldn't carry children. He looked up at Nanae, who always seemed to know what he was thinking.

  The Nephilim understood and assured him, “Camilla has decided she will have many children. Never mind that it may be impossible.”

  “Pish posh. Nathalia says I am the third sister. If I'm in charge of deciding births and survivals and I say we'll have a dozen kids, then we will.” She stomped her tiny foot in the way that melted her men's hearts.

  Izzy shrugged. “Well, I guess she's put her foot down, what say do we have...but a dozen?” He smiled at her, his eyebrow raised.

  She swept his concern away with a gesture, “Let's just worry about him first. I like your idea about a name that means first son. That's exactly what I was thinking too but I couldn't find a name in any baby name book that I liked that means first. I was thinking about Eldest.” She asked the baby. “Are you mommy's little Eldest?” She looked back up to her men. “I like it. What do you think?”

  “I like it too. Eldest. Eldest Maru. Firstborn Son. Sounds right.”

  They were silent for a moment. “I am honored that you would give your son my surname, the name of the Nephilim.”

  “How many times am I going to have to correct you? This is your son too. He is our son, Nanae. Your's, mine and Izzy's.” Camilla scolded.

  “She's right, you know? Nathalia says he is a miracle. Eldest isn't just our first, he's the first child born of a Nephilim. Camilla and I might have started him, but your blood flows in his veins. You are his father. He truly has three biological parents.”

  Camilla brought the sleeping baby to her men. They opened to her and stood in a triangle, shoulders touching with the baby in the middle. “I guess we could do a hyphenated last name. A triple hyphenated name. I'm embarrassed to say, I don't even know your last name, Izzy.”

  “Lovejoy. Same as yours, even though I wasn't born here. My sister was. Like a lot of Daughters, my mom picked our fathers out of a catalog. Mom was already a Primo level adept when she got pregnant with me but she had to leave to go back home to take care of her parents when they got too old to live on their own. We grew up in a small town in North East Texas. Same one as Tara Kay, remember her?”

  Nanae shook his head and Camilla said, “Vaguely”.

  “Doesn't matter. My grandparents died when I was twelve and she just stayed on in their house so I could stay with my friends. She taught us all about the Daughters growing up and Isis, my sister's name's Isis, joined as soon as she finished high school. Mom gave us her last name because it's what she wanted to do. I think she considered herself like a nun, you know, married to the organization. She could have given us her maiden name, she loved her family. There wasn't anything wrong with it but she always told us we were tied to the Daughters. She said she knew we both had a role to play here.”

  “Your mother was a prophetess.” Nanae concluded.

  Izzy just shook his head no, “She was a healer like you, but hers was more about the brain. She was always great with Alzheimer patients.”

  Camilla and Nanae looked at each other. Something passed between them but Izzy didn't know what it was about. He assumed that was the way it was going to be from now on. They were Nephilim and Sinnis. They had a bond that Izzy could only imagine. He loved them and knew they loved him too but he doubted that they would make it into eternity as a trio. Eventually he would feel like the third wheel he was.

  “I think we should honor her memory by giving him the name she would have wanted. We'll hyphenate. Lovejoy-Maru. Now for a middle name.”

  Izzy had been racking his brain the whole time they were away. He was all out of ideas. “It's impossible to think of something grand and large enough to fit something so small that has become my whole life.”

  Nanae spoke softly so that his large voice did not startle the tiny newborn. “In my first language, Damuzi means 'child who is the center of life'.”

  Eldest Damuzi Lovejoy-Maru. It was perfect, a little odd, but fitting. He was the first of his kind, after all. Camilla laid him in the middle of his crib. It looked giant with such a tiny being resting inside it's bars. She gestured to either side, “See, there's room for three maybe four more newborns in just this one crib.”

  Israel laughed as he left the room. He stopped short when he saw what was laying on the coffee table. A giant teardrop shaped ruby on what looked like a leather throng lay on the table. It wasn't cut into a faceted jewel, but appeared smoothed, polished. “Isn't that the...”

  “Yes, that's it.”

  “Shouldn't it be on you...under your skin like Nathalia's?” While Camilla and Nanae had been away, completing the Sinnis ritual, Nathalia had spoken to Israel in his mind. She kept her distance, knowing that Izzy was vulnerable to her desires with them away. She had told him many things about the change that was coming, not all of them promising.

  Neither of them spoke, but shared that infuriating silent communication. Izzy pressed, “But you're his Sinnis.”

  “Yes, she is my Sinnis.” It felt good to say it aloud. With his beast gone forever, contained in the DakuAhu and unable to threaten her again, Nanae vowed to say the word often. “Of that, there is no doubt.” She had survived the tabalu. Only the female from his mother's body and sufficiently evolved could move in the way of the Nephilim. There would be only one who could share that joy with Nanae but, “The birthmark was given to us by our fathers, a single tear shed at the birth of their sons. We wore it as protection. When they left to make war with their creator, we were told that the stone was a promise that if we could maintain honor, Ki would give us the love we needed to survive.”

  “Will you guys put something on? It's hard to concentrate on the conversation when you're nude. Your desires are beating at me.”

  “My desires are what this conversation is about.” Nanae stood his ground. He picked up the necklace and stared at it.

  Camilla silently slipped into the bedroom. She returned wearing a red silky nightgown. It wasn't exactly helping Israel think straight. She gave him a coy knowing smile and sat on the couch. “Nothing's changed. Can't you feel how much we both want you, Izzy?”

  He could feel how they wanted him. It fanned the flames of his hunger. The smell of their pheromones, their desires, was addictive. That was why he had to do this now. He had to leave before the bond they had grew into something that would kill him when they finally realized they loved each other, not him. “Sunshine, things have changed. Nathalia said they would. I didn't believe her but it happened just like she said it would.” Israel took a breath and fought his tears back. “Nanae has found his Sinnis. You two are destined to be together. You will eventually abandon your Lilitu and cling to each other. Now that you've found her, she's all you need to satisfy the hunger. I know it's coming so just get it done. All this time I've just been projecting. I made all the declarations, all the proposals, all the plans.”

  Camilla looked at Nanae, pleading with him to stop this. She could not. She was the submissive. Nanae, the primary dominant, was the only one who could end this. He did not speak. He put the necklace on Israel and tied it's ends at the nape of his neck.

  “It didn't sink in. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to do the right thing. You feel responsible for me since I'm Lilitu. Don't worry. I'll never use my strength to kill humans. I'll feed only from you two. I'll give Camilla all the children she wants, but I'm not your Sinnis.
She is and you're just making this harder for me. I'll never be more than a burden. I'll never be what she is to you.” At that Izzy pulled the leather loop over his head and crossed to Camilla. He put it over hers. She lifted the hair off her neck and let it fall into place. He watched as the leather shortened so that the stone could rest in the hollow of her neck between her clavicles. It did not sink in as Nathalia had said it would.

  Nanae spoke finally, “What you say is true. Camilla is my Sinnis, my woman from my mother's body. She has satisfied my hunger and banished my beast but she...”

  “Good. Then, I'll go while you finish the ritual. It's for you two alone.” He turned and walked to the door, unable to face them any longer. “I'll always be a part of your lives and Elder's.”

  He opened the door a crack before it slammed closed again. Nanae's hands made an impression in the wood on either side of Israel's head. His much larger body pressed Israel against the door. “Never interrupt me again,” Nanae growled. Israel could feel the Nephilim's erection through his pants. “You are mine and I have not released you.” Nanae wrapped his giant arms around Israel's torso, and backed them away from the exit. “Camilla,” he called.

  Only then did Camilla rise from the sofa. She crossed to stand between the door and her two men. They both looked at her with such love and desire that her womb clenched as did her heart. “Remove his pants.” Nanae's will was her command.

  Camilla slid her hands along the smooth skin of Izzy's chest and stomach, tracing every muscle line, moving at a painfully slow pace toward his waistline. She undid the button and Izzy grabbed her wrists, stopping her. She waited patiently while Nanae freed her hands by pulling Israel's arms behind his back. Once he was shackled there, Camilla unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside to find Israel's raging hard-on. She wrapped her palm around his circumcised penis, fingering his balls lightly with her nails. She pulled her hand up, rubbing against his shaft, pulling a groan from deep inside Izzy. She thumbed the head, tracing the ledge and the sensitive spot right under it. With her free hand she worked his pants down his hips until they fell to his ankles. She ran her thumb across the slit in his head where the pearl of pre-cum glistened. She brought it up to her mouth, letting Israel see how much she wanted to taste him.

  “Mine,” Nanae growled.

  Israel turned his head to watch as Camilla put her thumb in Nanae's mouth. All three of them moaned with pleasure as Nanae sucked her thumb clean. “Do you want to taste him?”

  Camilla nodded. With her Dom's permission she pressed her breasts against Israel's highest abs, unable to reach his chest. Her hard nipples, showing through the satin of her gown, drew two invisible lines down his body as she slid to the floor. She knelt in front of him, happy to worship at his alter. She looked up to find both male faces peering down at her as she reached her tongue out to swipe over Izzy's mushroom head. She explored every ridge, every vein with the tip of her tongue, all while peering up, watching them watch her. When Izzy's cock jumped, she bent her head, taking his length into her mouth. Her hair fell around her, shielding her actions from view.

  “Oh, fuck, Camilla. Why are you making this so hard?”

  She didn't respond. She continued laving at his length, her head moving back and forth in a hypnotizing way. Nanae's beast might have left him but this was making him feel more animal than man. He could barely speak but managed, “Tell me.”

  Israel tried to describe, “Her mouth is so warm and wet. So tiny. My cock is almost too big for her. I can feel the back of her head, her tonsils. Oh, fuck, if my hands were free I'd force it down her throat.”

  “But they're not. I'm in control. Would you like me to force your cock down our little Camilla's tight throat?” Nanae held Israel's arms easily with one hand, moving the other over Izzy's skin. He pinched when Izzy didn't answer.

  “Yes. Yes, please, Nanae.”

  Nanae put his large palm on Camilla's head and pushed her back away from Izzy's cock. Izzy's hips tried to follow the warmth of her mouth, but Nanae kept him in place. “I will but only if you say she's our little Camilla. Our woman. Our wife. Our Sinnis.”

  Israel hesitated. He wanted this but didn't want the pain he knew would follow later when they changed their mind. “Open your mouth. Show him what he's missing.” As always Camilla obeyed. Nanae put his meaty finger inside the moist pink opening. He pushed her teeth apart, moving her jaw this way and that to entice Israel. With his finger and thumb he grabbed her tongue and pulled it out. He pointed to the center, “That's where you can shoot your load of cum, right there on her pretty pink tongue, but only if you admit that's what you want.”

  Israel spoke through gritted teeth. “You know that's what I want. It doesn't change anything.”

  Nanae nodded to Camilla and she moved forward. She held Izzy's aching cock pointed at her face with her small soft hand. She used the moisture of her mouth to slide up and down his shaft. Her breath was hot against his crown, “I want Izzy to claim me.”

  “Me too and until he says what we want, he doesn't get to come. Izzy, put your hands on the door.” He did and was rewarded with Camilla's continued blow job. Nanae, still in control, pushed Izzy's head down while pulling his hips back. Once Nanae had him positioned the way he wanted, bent at almost a 45 degree angle, Camilla adjusted to continue sucking him off. Nanae dropped to sit on the floor behind Israel's heels. He spread his Lilitu's cheeks apart. He ran the tip of his tongue around the rim. He dipped his head further and licked from Israel's scrotum, over his perineum and back to his anus. Nanae pushed his tongue inside Israel, stimulating the highly sensitive nerve bundle.

  Israel pounded the door with one fist. They were killing him slowly with pleasure. He watched as Nanae reached through his legs and pulled Camilla's hand between them. He couldn't see and therefore was unprepared when Nanae pushed her thumb, slick from his mouth, into Izzy's ass.

  Israel's hips bucked and Nanae allowed him to screw Camilla's face while she anally finger fucked him. Just before Israel came, Nanae stopped it all. Izzy made a desperate sound in his throat. This was torture.

  “Don't move, Israel. Camilla stand up.” She did and it brought her face next to Israel's. He rested his forehead on her shoulder. She shrugged the spaghetti straps of her gown off her shoulders and moaned at the sensation of the silky material caressing her curves as it slipped to the floor. Nanae stood too. He slipped one arm around Israel's waist and used the other to run along Camilla's now naked body. He palmed her full firm breasts, rolling them, teasing her peaks to points.

  Camilla moaned into Israel's ear softly when Nanae's hand drifted south and came to rest on her soft mound. Israel watched as Nanae's hand moved gently. He didn't doubt that Nanae knew exactly what to do to make Camilla come. He imagined the thick digit parting her pretty lips, sliding between her labia, slipping inside her already slick swollen opening, and gathering the moisture there. “Spread your legs for him,” Israel knew he shouldn't but couldn't keep himself from dominating her. She needed him to tell her what to do, how to please them both. It pleased her to do what she was told.

  Israel watched as she parted her thighs and Nanae pushed his inhumanly thick finger inside her cunny. He pulled it out and plunged it in again, wiggling it once it was deep enough to touch that oh so sensitive G-spot. Camilla murmured and breathed into Israel's ear. When Nanae began to circle her plumb clit with the pad of his thumb, her knees gave and she gripped Izzy's shoulders. Her fingernails dug in but Izzy didn't mind. She was so close to coming. He whispered, “Go ahead, come for him, Sunshine.”

  “No.” Nanae slowed his movements down. “How about she can come when you admit you love us.”

  Camilla whispered and begged in her breathiest voice, the one that drove Israel mad with desire, until he couldn't deny her. He could deny himself but not her, not when she begged like that. “You know I love you both.”

  “And we love you.” Nanae brought her to quick climax. Her noises were almost enough to push Israel over the
edge. His nerves were shot from resisting them. He hungered. He groaned when Nanae told him, “She creamed all over my hand. It's so wet you could slip right inside.”

  Camilla locked her hands around Israel's shoulders and lifted her feet. She wrapped her legs around Izzy's waist. She teased him with a circular motion of her hips. His crown was at her slit, his sword ached to be sheathed in her flesh. Nanae held Israel still with his arm around his stomach between Izzy and Camilla. He used the hand she'd creamed to massage Israel's anus. Her lubrication let the large man's finger slip inside to the third knuckle. His was much bigger than hers had been. It stretched Israel. Izzy pushed back against Nanae's hand. Nanae added a second finger as he pumped in and out.

  Nanae talked nasty to Israel, “I want to put my monster dick in your tight little ass hole. I want to push in as deep as you can take it and then I want to push a little further. I want to be root deep inside you when I shoot cum. Is that what you want?”

  “Y-yes”

  “Good.” Nanae pulled the foreskin back, exposing the smooth head. He spread Camilla's orgasm all over that helmet-like crown. It was much bigger than his fingers but he knew Israel could take it. The golden god put his penis against the incubus's anus. “You want to fuck Camilla while I fuck you?”

  “Please.” Izzy was beyond thinking.

  Nanae's voice was deeper than they had ever heard it. It rumbled in their chests and tampered with their heartbeats. “Say you belong with us.”

  “You do, Izzy. You know it. Say it. Please.” Camilla slipped a bit and Izzy pushed into her pussy a fraction of an inch.

  “I...belong...”

  “Put your hands on her waist and press her against the door. Say it.”

  “I...”

  Nanae pushed the tip of his dick inside Izzy. He wrapped his arm around Izzy's neck loosely.

  “...belong...” Izzy moved forward the same fragment Nanae had. “...with...you.”

  Both catchers let out a sound of disappointment when the pitcher pulled out, but the disappointment was short lived. “Again,” Nanae commanded.