Nephilim's Bliss

Few days have passed and the business situation in tavern haven't really improved. When doors suddenly opened, the inn owner wasn't even happy, he was surprised. Young man with curly hair and clean shaven face has entered the building. He approached the old man, looking around suspiciously.

"Good morning, kind sir", stranger said, very politely yet with firm, demanding stare. "I happen to be looking for my brother. A little bit older than me, with scruffy face. Noah is his name."

The inn keeper made very displeased face.

"Ah, yes. That one," old man frowned. "I've had only nine clients last week, you know. Three of them managed to break some furniture in my tavern, two attempted to steal coins from me, other two got in a fight with one casualty... but I would gladly welcome back all of them, if it meant your damned brother would leave."

"Pardon me, sir... You say my brother is here?" stranger asked, surprised but also excited. "You say he has been causing trouble?"

"If I had any other paying clients, I would call city guards after him! The noises coming from this room at all times of day and night... I've had to send my daughter back to home, so she wouldn't hear that sodomy! Because of that, I've had to clean their stained sheets by myself! And that damn, fucking bed... squeaking entire day and night..." Man was furiously cleaning mugs with some dirty old rag while telling this fascinating story. "My inn became a fucking brothel..."

Even though young man was paying attention, he failed to understand the meaning behind all of this. That's how oblivious he was.

"But what is my brother doing here, exactly?"

"Are you daft, lad? Just go upstairs and see for yourself."

Young man didn't require additional convincing. He got on the second floor and started hearing weird noises coming from the other side of the hall. Worried but also curious, he sneaked to the closed doors and started listening.

"... come on, do it again," said some unknown male voice from within. "Both of them, this time..."

"Why do you keep asking me to do that?" Young man's heartbeat increased with emotions. It was Noah's voice. His brother was alive! "Does it really feel so good?"

Sudden slapping sound silenced Noah.

"Quiet. You're not here to ask questions, get to work."

Even though happy that his brother is safe, young man couldn't stop wondering what the hell was going on behind those doors... He tried to take a peek through a keyhole, but the best angle provided him only with sight of somebody's bare broad back and shoulders. Suddenly, a sound of someone spitting out something massive could be heard.

"I can't keep them in...!" Noah gasped, trying to catch breath. "The hair on your sack is tickling my throat!"

"Oh, then I have an easy solution. Lay on your back."

Bed started squeaking when man changed his position. Peeking through a keyhole, Noah's brother managed to see stranger's bare buttocks now. Only after few seconds, lad figured out that man just sat... on his big brother's face...

Silence was filled with wet sounds of Noah sucking stranger's nuts. Man's quiet moans followed soon after.

"Keep going," thug grunted. "Jerk me off with your hand." Another portion of sloppy sounds replaced their voices. "Slow down... I'm on the edge..." Suddenly, panic gagging could be heard, followed by a slap and loud sound of air being swallowed in panic. "Breathe through your nose, moron!"

"I can't, I have saliva even up there!" Noah whined. "Please, don't force me..."

Man caressed nephilim's cheek lovingly.

"I won't. But you're taking my load on your face, no excuses. And you will also suck my balls later."

It took only half a minute for a man to start moaning in ecstasy. Boy peeking through a keyhole was pressing his cheek to the harsh wooden door, risking hurting his face with splinter. But he had to keep looking.

"I can't open my eye, I have your... sticky fluid on it. Could you please pass me some paper?"

Thug wiped it off with his thumb and forced it between Noah's lips.

"Don't give me that look," man sounded menacing. "You will swallow anything I'll feed you."

Noah lacked the courage to respond and looked away. Thug must've thought it was good enough sign of submission because he moved further on the bed and sat on it with his legs spread and hand going through his dark hair. He basically faced the closed doors now.

Boy peeking through a hole felt all his weak spots grow hot and pulsing. Thug's penis was still standing, it was pretty long, thick and full of veins. Balls were long-hanging, had darker tan than the rest of his skin and they've had lots of hair. "Hairy" in general was a trait shared by most of his body parts, including chest and exposed armpit. All muscles glistening in layer of sweat. It was so difficult to try and look away from this tempting meat between his legs, it seemed so inviting and... demanding.

"I think your nephilim magic has influenced my body in a way," thug complained. "My resistances have gone down, few strokes is enough to make me want to release... but at the same time I can't get rid of erection."

"Perhaps you should stop playing the king for a moment and let me edge you, master." Noah leaned in for a kiss. Thug smiled and wrapped his arm around his nephilim, making sure he won't escape from the kiss too early.

Their cute little moment of affection was interrupted, when sudden knocking could be heard.

"Noah, are you in here?!" Thug and nephilim looked at each other, confused. "Please, let me in! I've been searching for you everywhere!"

"That's Evan!" Noah gasped in surprise. "Another nephilim from my brotherhood," he explained. "But what is he doing here?"

In a second, thug's face has shown greedy, devilish smile. Without a word, he got up and opened the doors, letting boy in. As could be expected from a young nephilim, Evan completely ignored presence of his older brother he was supposedly just searching for desperately and instead he focused fully on Lucas's exposed erection. Thug was still smiling and he certainly didn't seem to mind being admired.

Noah, genuinely worried about his friend, wrapped himself in blanket, stood up and interrupted their line of sight.

"What are you doing here, Evan?! I've told you to stay in the castle!" Noah was more surprised than mad, but his frowning face could be sending different message.

"I couldn't just sit there knowing something could happen to you," boy answered, angrily. "You're like a real brother to me, I have no one else. We've always sticked together. How could you leave me without a word?"

"You know how dangerous it is for a nephilim to travel alone. There was no need to endanger you."

"But that's precisely what you did - you went alone! And then I've had to follow you alone..."

Lucas passed next to Noah and sat on bed, between two arguing boys. His dick - still ready for action - twitched, drawing attention of both nephilims.

"Well, Evan is already here," Lucas said calmly. "Sending him home now, unprotected, would mean doubling the risk he would have to face. On the other hand, escorting him back would mean that the runes you're supposed to refresh will be left unattended for another week or two. Fortunately for us, there is a third way. He can come with us."

Noah frowned again and felt the need to shield Evan with his own body.

"You won't lay a single finger on him," Noah said, attempting to sound threatening.

"Oh, I will lay multiple fingers on him and even more than that," Lucas laughed cockily. "He is an adult after all, no? So all it takes is for him to ask me. Come on, Noah, don't be so possessive... You've been a horny, curious little nephilim virgin yourself few days ago. Remember how good it felt to finally taste man's warmth? How fun it was to feel it stretch your insides?" When saying this, he started slowly jerking his cock. Blushing Evan seemed to already be in some kind of bliss, as he couldn't stop eye contact with Lucas's meat. "I can give that to him, this and more. You also know that I won't abuse his blissful state. And I promise, there will be enough of me for both of you..."

It was almost like his musky, hairy body was spreading some magical pheromones itself, clouding brothers' judgement and sense of responsibility. Nephilim's nature was guiding them toward obedience and even in his nipples, Noah felt that submitting to this sexy, smiling bastard was the right thing to do. He put his hand on Evan's neck, in encouraging gesture and asked him:

"What do you think, Evan? Do you want to do this? I would be a hypocrite to forbid you. Besides, I trust him to not take the vow of obedience."

Evan felt so shy and vulnerable in that moment, that he couldn't even look up. This handsome thug and his brother were watching him. What will they think of him when he expresses interest to do something like this willingly, out of pure lust...?

But that feeling of being considered a slut had it's different side. An exciting one. When he realized that, he looked at Lucas and nodded, enthusiastically.

"I want to see how it feels like," he said. "I could lie to myself, but the truth is, this is what I was born for."

"Alright," his brother responded with smile. "Take off your clothes, then."

"Will it... like... hurt?" Evan asked carefully, while fighting the buttons of his shirt, which turned out to be serious opponents for his excited fingers.

"Not necessarily. It will be intense and you will feel like he's conquering you inch by inch. And this is pretty much what is going to happen. With each thrust you will be surprised that you manage to fit even more of it. There will be a time when you will feel completely impaled and dependant on him, but in reality it will still be only a half way in."

"Stop scaring him," Lucas demanded. The head of his penis was red, hot and sticky from precum. He was really craving for action.

"I'm not scaring him," Noah answered with smile, seeing Evan pull his pants down. His erected dick jumped up and down in a stiff manner.

"Wait on the outside," thug ordered. "It's only natural for prey to face predator alone."

"Wait, what?" Evan grabbed Noah's hand and stopped him. His eyes were pure panic. "No, don't leave me..."

"I have to. Our master said so." Noah patted him on the cheek and left.

He didn't mind. Fulfilling any order given by Lucas always made his knees weak from warm, tingly pleasure. He left and heard thug telling Evan to lock the doors and give him the key. It was done, Lucas was in full control once again. Noah gave him away his little brother and the only thing stopping the thug from taking the vow of obedience was his promise.

"Why did you throw him away?" Evan asked shyly.

"Because I want you to feel trapped and helpless, my boy. It wouldn't be possible with your big brother being able to help you."

"Why do you want me to feel that way...?"

"Because that's how prey feels after willingly entering tiger's cave, which you pretty much just did. That's why we are going to play a little game. If you will disobey me, I won't punish you, but your big brother instead."

"I won't disobey you, sir... I want you to do naughty things to me..."

"Oh, you will disobey me. The naughty things, as you called them, will be so filthy that the human side of your personality will naturally rebel against the very idea of taking part in them. That's why I will have to break your human side, by punishing your innocent brother. Then not only your desires of a nephilim will force you into obedience, but also your love for Noah."

Big brother, listening to all of this, should feel fear. That's what logic dictated. But the excitement caused by the idea of him and his brother becoming slaves was too powerful. His dick was throbbing under the blanket he wrapped his hips with. He wanted to jerk it off, to the sight of Lucas fully owning Evan, but nephilims were cursed and only another man's action could bring them pleasure and satisfaction. Their entire nature was built around serving men.

"Yes, don't be afraid, sit on me... that's nice, isn't it?" Lucas's seducing whispers filled Evan's ear, when he sat on thug's lap. Their penises pushed against each other and the contrast between them was incredible. Lucas's meat was a throbbing, starved monster waiting to spit river of semen. Evan's wiener seemed shy, afraid but on top of that very excited.

Lucas kissed Evan in the cheek, then he moved to his neck. Nephilim relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying thug's beard hurting his soft skin. When it came to senses, it was man's smell, enhanced by the warmth of his naked body, that was filling boy's head with the biggest amount of pleasurable dizziness. With that smell under his nose, he felt slutty and capable of obeying any command.

Evan pressed himself against hairy chest of his lover and tasted his skin with his own lips. Boy wanted to worship him. Thug felt so powerful and that gave nephilim feeling of safety, intimacy and security he never even imagined. But Lucas was not here for love, kisses and butterflies. While he was drawing Evan's attention with affection, his pulsing sting found the entrance to boy's most vulnerable place. First, he was only rubbing himself against it, teasing himself in excitement for the upcoming feast. But soon he started pressing against it, trying to impale his skinny body.

"There's no way it will fit..." Evan whispered, feeling both Lucas's pressure and his own resistance.

"Your brother said something similar... I will tell you what I've told him: it will fit in no matter what. The question is, how painful it will be to you in the process."

"I don't want to feel pain..."

"But I want to feel pleasure. That's why you will have to endure it for me."

Suddenly, Evan gasped loudly and took a very deep breath. Lucas was admiring pain on his face and all of his muscles tensing. He used boy's distraction to grab his pointy, stiff nipples with the tips of his fingers. Evan looked at him, pleading, but didn't plan to oppose. Instead, he hid his own hands behind his back, showing full submission. Lucas pinched him mercilessly and moved into boy's insides by another inch, making him whine.

Noah was surprised. Lucas was much less gentle with Evan than he was with him. With painful arousal, now the big brother was peeking through a keyhole, watching young man's struggle. For moment, Noah was wondering if Evan was regretting his decision, but then boy spread his legs further, willingly falling on Lucas's meat by another painful inch, showing how eager he was to fulfil his nephilim duty.

"Lean on me now," Lucas ordered, finally leaving poor lad's nipples alone and allowing him to press himself against thug's chest. Lucas wrapped his arms around his young lover and started putting pressure once again. Sounds of pain and struggle left Evan's mouth. "Now, you will slowly go up and down for me..."

"Sir, my nipples are burning... It's driving me crazy..." Evan whined.

"I know, that's why I pinched them. I want the sensation to be overwhelming."

Noah thought it must have been the most erotic sight. Evan looked so vulnerable in thug's arms. He was clearly struggling, but his curling toes gave away that pain was only one of the ingredients in mixture filling his brain right now. A sudden slap could be heard. Evan, surprised by it, gasped loudly. This time Noah wasn't surprised at all. Lucas was clearly into his lovers having butt cheeks in colour of burning pink. Noah had multiple opportunities to be marked like that in last week.

Only now the older nephilim has realized how surreal it was. Seven days ago he was still a prude and virgin. But now he felt so different, free. His thug allowed him to finally taste the life of a nephilim, express the vulnerable side that sought safety and submission. It was easy to get lost in all feelings he had right now. Noah knew that he didn't love Lucas, after all they barely knew each other. But he still felt something. Whatever it was, it made Noah excited and genuinely happy, when he could witness Lucas diving deep into ecstasy of different lover than him.

Lucas got bored of impaling Evan. He flipped young man on his back and took full control over his own thrusts. Nephilim wrapped his legs around Lucas's hips greedily, almost as if afraid that man would suddenly stop fucking his brains out.

"Place your hands on my pecs," Lucas demanded. Evan grabbed his meaty muscles covered with glistening skin and dark hair. Lucas smiled while slowly moving up and down inside of his asshole. "Do you feel how strong I am?"

"Yes, sir..." Evan was red on his face. Lucas's depraving stare was enjoying every little expression nephilim's face gave away.

"You sure this is your first time? You're already in love with my cock, like an experienced slut."

"Please, don't call me that, sir... It just feels so weird... but good weird... I want to feel it forever..."

"How can I not call you a slut, boy? We've met ten minutes ago and you're already moaning under me."

"Please..."

"Hey, look me in the eyes," Lucas demanded, with playful smile. "Tell me you're my slut."

Evan closed his eyes and mumbled:

"I'm your slut..."

"Louder. And keep looking up, boy. Focus. My dick rubbing your insides doesn't mean you can't follow simple instructions." Smile left Lucas's face, replaced by strict, rigorous look.

"I'm your slut... I'm your slut!" he repeated, each time louder. "I'm your slut, sir! Only yours..."

"That's the spirit," Lucas rewarded him with a quick peck into forehead.

"Please, master... make me yours forever... I want to be your mindless toy to play and torment..." Evan kept babbling, with saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. That was it. The infamous nephilim's bliss. If Lucas would agree to that plead, the magic would bind Evan's mind and change him into fully obedient sex slave. In this moment, Noah's felt not only excitement, but also a portion of fear.

"Is that so? Will you do everything for me?" Lucas kept teasing.

"Yes, sir... Everything..."

"So, if I would ask you to betray your brother for me, to bind his will to me, in his name... would you still do it?"

"Yeeeesss..." Evan moaned loudly, as his untouched dick started pulsating and shooting hot, sticky load on his stomach.

What was Lucas's intentions behind such question? Did he try to hurt brothers' relationship, knowing Noah was listening? For human brothers, that would probably be the case, but nephilims had completely different nature. Noah was clenching his fists with helpless frustration, not because he felt betrayed, but because the door kept him from joining their bliss. The truth is, Noah craved to be betrayed, because that would mean falling to the lowest, most submissive role in hierarchy. Nephilims were truly satisfied and fulfilled only at the feet of their masters.

Suddenly, the doors opened. Noah stood up from the floor and faced Lucas. Thug was sticky from sweat and semen. He reached for nephilims hand and pulled him inside. Evan was laying on the bed with eyes closed, cuddling a pillow.

"He passed out," Lucas explained. "First times seem to be extremely exhausting for your kind."

"That's caused by removal of seals holding our magic. After so many years, we're already used to their presence. When they disappear, we need some time to recover."

"I see. Clean me," he ordered. Noah looked at him, a bit surprised. Then he stared down at his thug's stomach. "What's with that look? You know how I feel about wasting my silver liquid."

"But... there's also Evan's semen there..."

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Noah hesitated.

"He's like a brother to me..."

"But he's not really your brother," Lucas's tone of voice suggested, that this was the end of discussion. He placed hand on nephilim's head and applied pressure, suggesting Noah that he's expected to drop to his knees. When boy obeyed, he sat down on bed. For the first time today, Lucas was flaccid. But apparently it wasn't enough to strip him from perverted ideas.