Nanae, I can't do that.
He knelt before her. “I beg you. Now that I have seen the One, I feel my duty is done and my exhaustion is only beginning.”
I'm sorry; the answer is no.
“You do not understand what it means to live this long. Everyone I love grows old and dies, and every day of their lives is a struggle not to give in to the beast's drive to devour them. I cannot do it any longer. Please have mercy on those of us too weary to go on and too strong to die.”
I can only imagine how it has been for you, especially as a healer. You're able to treat every ailment except old age. Nathalia leaned down and took Nanae's hand in hers, lifting him up off of his knees. Eiran, confident in her, made no move to come between the other Nephilim and her. I cannot release you from this mortal coil. Not yet. The One is only just born. She may need you during her childhood in the days before she can be converted.
“'He who is for the One' will care for her. Have you no mercy, Ereshkigal?”
Harith Samsiel is no healer. He cannot share his blood with her, even to save her for fear of conversion before her time. We need you. If I were to grant your request, I would damn your Sinnis Ina Ummum Zumru to a short life filled with misery. I have mercy on her by not killing the only thing that could make her whole. You will find that it is mercy on you also, once her existence becomes known to you. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much that the promise of comfort cannot overshadow it.
“I will see the One through her eighteenth year. On that day you will give me the give me death or I will give in to my Hunger. Either way, that will be my last as a Nephilim. I swear it on my mother's body.”
The First Couple were taken aback. An oath sworn by a Nephilim on the body of a mother was unbreakable. Nanae's eyes shone and for the briefest of moments Ereshkigal caught sight of his beast within their depths, enlivened by the promise of freedom. It stretched, testing Nanae's leash, and found that his oath had put a weakness in the chain. The beast knew that if continual pressure was put on that leash, it would break exactly eighteen years from now to the date.
Come to me on that day and I will allow you to meet the final death with your honor intact.
Nanae made a half bow, turned and walked back the way he had come without another word. They turned to watch him go. Maybe he had felt the change the oath had made in the beast. Maybe he was frightened by what he had done. Maybe he was angry at Nathalia for forcing his hand.
“Every effort will be made to find Nanae's mate before then.” Eiran's concern was not for Nanae, but Nathalia. He knew better than anyone what it would do to her to destroy a brother. He could continue as the Keeper of the Betrayers because his job was no longer endless and she could be the Bringer of Final Justice because she could see the mercy in it. She could not see the mercy in ending an uncorrupted.
Nathalia nodded. They would put every resource to getting each Nephilim to his Sinnis. Too bad Maeve's matchmaking did not work for Nephilim. Minali would be of great use to them all and Nathalia felt certain it was the reason the girl had felt the call to join the Texas sect. Minali had used her siren ability for the first two hours of the transit, when all women's power was enhanced by the celestial body so infused with female characteristics, but had disappeared once her duty was fulfilled. Nathalia had hoped the girl's power was strong enough to attract Nephilim and Sinnis to this place, but Minali did not seem to be adjusting to her new life here and her power was weakening.
There were so many brothers unaccounted for, and it was urgent that they congregate here. Some were bound to be tainted, but all had the chance of eternal happiness if even one branch of their lineage remained. There were not so few Nephilim who had withstood temptation and protected their family lines that Ereshkigal could excuse those who had not. There were some who had managed to protect their bloodlines even with the corruption of betrayal coursing through their veins, whispering, taunting, encouraging them to destroy their one hope of salvation. Those had buckled under the pressure on one, two or even a hundred instances, but were, at their core, good. Those who had succumb to, not only those chances to drink brethren blood but also, their base evil nature, tracking and draining their family trees branch by branch, deserved death. Only the One could pass judgment on that count. The First could only enforce the sentence.
“Come, my love. Let us go meet the Sarvamata Yaminah Prema.”
They did not have to go anywhere to meet the One. She was coming to them. The baby looked absurdly small in the arms of such a giant, but Harith carried his bundle of joy gingerly through the crowd. Time stood still as She approached the center of the sanctuary. The sea of bodies stilled and all eyes were on Her. 'He who is for the One' carefully transferred the infant to Nathalia's waiting arms. His voice barely more than a whisper, “Her name is Genevieve”.
Nathalia found the name fitting for both the baby and the woman she would become. Nathalia looked at the face of the promised One, the sister destined to be her partner. She was beautiful, perfect even. Nathalia felt a pang of sadness for her. She would need to grow up very quickly. They couldn't allow her the luxury of a long childhood. Her skills would be needed long before her eighteenth year. She would constantly be in danger from jealous humans and hungry Akhkharu. She would begin passing judgments over betrayers long before she understood what her sentence truly entailed. Judgments that Nathalia would have to carry out, transforming this place, the one Nathalia had found as her refuge from the violence of this world, into just the opposite.
The holy material worn by everyone in the room was also used as the One's first blanket. It felt rougher against Nathalia's arm than it in dress form did rubbing against the rest of her body. It was good that it didn't seem to bother the child because it was for her protection. Those Nephilim without Sinnis would find her impossibly irresistible and it would be necessary for her to wear a piece of it at all times. They would find other ways to protect her, as many layers as were possible.
Nathalia felt a breeze from all directions and tore her gaze from the One's face to find herself surrounded by Nephilim. Not the tame, camouflaged versions the Daughters were used to, but the wildly inhuman winged giant heroes of old; men renown. She felt a flash of fear but it was short lived. Each one knelt, their wings framing their bowed bodies, as they took the oath.
“Sarvamata Yaminah Prema is born again. May the body of my mother turn to dust and the well of her power from which I draw dry up should I fail the One. She will be the true mother of peace and take the throne of her ancestor and will reign over Earth forever; Her kingdom will never end.”
Though both the First and the One stood before them, they could see only Genevieve. She was innocence, their hope for peace and happiness. She completely eclipsed Nathalia, their promise of death. A truer reflection of the celestial occurrence happening above them could not be found in all the world.
The Shinar shook. Ishtar, the woman of the people, had found her way back to Earth and they had little leverage against her.
Thank you for reading the second book of Sinnis, Transit of Ishtar. Please leave me a review on Amazon or drop me a message on facebook if you enjoyed it. Look me up on facebook – Author Natalie Gibson. I hope to have my website authornataliegibson.com up and running in the next few months.
The third book of Sinnis is Ishtar Anomaly.
Camilla Lovejoy is barren because her natural healing ability cannot differentiate between a desired pregnancy and an unwanted parasite. Nanae is the Nephilim with healing talents that could enable Camilla to Carry a child to term, but Nephilim cannot procreate. for that, they turn to a friend and sometimes lover of the Daughters of Women, Israel. Izzy, as his friends call him, is happy to aid in helping Camilla achieve her dream of motherhood. He loves Camilla but has always felt there was something missing in the traditional two person relationship. Now, with Nanae in the mix, he may have found the perfect solution. Can Nanae share his Sinnis with another man? Can Camilla handle her lovers loving each other?
Will Israel survive the appetites of both? Will the hunger that Nanae battles constantly, win and force him to destroy everything that he has come to love and need?
WARNING: This is an extremely graphic novel of sexual situations for open minded adults, with not only m/f/m scenes but also m/m/f with a sprinkle of BDSM between two superhuman men and a pregnant petite.
Keep reading for a preview of the next adventure of the Daughters and Nephilim.
Ishtar Anomaly
(book 3 of the Sinnis Series)
by Natalie Gibson
Nanae Raphael started drinking again. After years without, he had once again given in to temptation. It was her fault. She had come in here with that intoxicating scent. One whiff and years of self denial went right out the window. He could stop anytime, he told himself. He just didn't want to.
Her blood was unlike any he could remember. Her body called out to him. She was his Sinnis Ina Ummum Zumru and he had recognized her as soon as she'd walked in the room. He guessed it was her near exclusive exposure to the heightened power of the holy capacitors that had kept her existence and location from him. She spent every day with them, seeing to their every discomfort. If only he had known about her before he made his vow.
His words replayed in his mind, taunting him. “I will see the One through her eighteenth year. On that day you will give me death or I will give in to my Hunger. Either way, that will be my last as a Nephilim. I swear it on my mother's body.”, he had said. No use fretting about it now. An oath sworn by a Nephilim on the body of a mother was unbreakable. Nanae's beast within his depths, enlivened by the promise of freedom, stretched, testing Nanae's leash, and found that his oath had put a weakness in the chain. He had felt it and Ereshkigal had seen it. The beast knew that if continual pressure was put on that leash, it would break. Come to me on that day and I will allow you to meet the final death with your honor intact, the First had said to him. There would be no escape, but eighteen years is a long time, for a human. Or a Nephilim who had lost control of his Hunger. His Sinnis, Camilla Tharese Brewster Lovejoy, would survive him. She would survive him if he could refrain from killing her, if he could keep his Hunger beast from recognizing her as his Sinnis.
She was tiny with a wealth of blond hair the same color as his. Striking with minimal effort, her hair was all the same length, like she hadn't bothered to cut it in years. A petite pixie with small but perfect breasts and a heart shaped butt, her legs were short but shapely, ending with thin ankles and delicate feet. She wore no makeup, but her fiery green eyes and pink mouth gave her face all the color she needed. Her lips were thin but well shaped. With a top lip almost as long as the bottom one, her smile was wide and barely upturned at the corners. She had a dimple on one side. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, blue veins and pink arteries were prominent. The beast had called for her death, her immediate draining and Nanae had almost given in. Ereshkigal's Law be damned; no one should smell that delicious.
Then she'd spoken.
He would have given her anything after hearing that voice. She was asking for something only he could give her and he couldn't deny her. She wanted a baby. She was a Panacea Primo for the Daughters of Women. Since she came from the same maternal line as he, she could be none other than a healer. Her ability was different from his though. There were almost no limits to what he could heal. Hers manifested itself as the ability to remove any abnormality from the human bodies around her. It was very handy for curing cancer and infections but could not differentiate between a tumor and a desired pregnancy.
That was where he would come in. Camilla was fairly certain she could conceive but needed him to block her natural ability. She needed him to hold the pregnancy to her until it was a viable age, able to survive life outside her body. He had agreed. He wished his seed carried the spark of life but Nephilim could not procreate that way. A human man would have to provide.
This service would cost her. He had told her the price and she'd agreed. It was reasonable, she said. Little did she know. There was nothing reasonable about what he would demand from her. He had only taken a few drops, just a taste really, to seal the deal. It had been almost impossible to reign the beast back. Would he be able to do it next time?
Israel slipped one hand under the hem of Camilla's dress. Between her thighs his fingers found their prize and she opened her legs to a wider stance to give him better access. His other hand slid up the swell of her hip savoring the soft feel of her skin under the silky slip-like dress she wore, then moved gently over her rib cage, his thumb barely touching the erect nipple of her hard high breast. The tiny peak was hardened because of temperature every bit as much as it was out of arousal. They both knew why she was here and Izzy had lowered the thermostat because she liked it cold during sex.
His hand moved past her collarbone and shoulder to palm the back of her head. He tangled his fingers in the thick mass of dirty blond hair there, tugging her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. He wanted to see her face as he slipped one finger and then two into her already slick folds. He was rewarded with just the look he wanted. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered. There was instantly a flush on her cheeks and her mouth opened as if she couldn't get enough air. She said his name in little gasps as he bent his knees for a better angle and pushed his fingers deeper inside her. His thumb circled her clit while he made a 'come here' motion with his index and middle fingers. Stimulation to both her g-spot and clit started the buildup of warmth and tingling.
Camilla could tell this was going to be a huge orgasm.
Israel was always able to do that to her. Her orgasms with him were always easily accessed and, most of the time, multiple. Sure, he was talented but there was something else about him that made it so simple for her. His boyish face always read as mischievous and his lithe body was stronger and more capable than it looked. He looked at her intensely but it was underlaid with the familiar 'cat who ate the canary' look. He angled a little more, bringing his taller form down so that their faces were very close and she relaxed back into the hand at her neck. He knew just what to say to push her from tingles to tidal waves, “Tell me what you want, Camilla”.
She managed to stammer out, “P-please, Izzy, I...y-you know...”.
He clamped down hard on her with both hands, bringing her eyes back to focus and causing her brown to furrow. “Say it. Loud enough for him to hear you.”, he whispered harshly against her lips, the movement of his words mimicking a kiss.
Camilla hadn't forgotten about the hunk of a man seated a few feet away from them. She suspected that his presence was one reason she was so turned on. She could almost feel his jeweled eyes burning into her side. Breathily she managed to say, “I want you to fuck me while Nanae watches”, without stuttering.
Israel resumed his stimulation as he turned to look at the other man in the room. “Is that what you want, Nanae?”
Nanae shifted in his chair making a noise more like a growl than a word. It was affirmative, as was the ever increasing tightness of his pants. Izzy could see that Nanae was enjoying his little show. Whatever the reason, Camilla wanted to get knocked up and Nanae wasn't capable. “Okay, I'll be your stud horse, but it's gonna cost you those clothes, Nanae. I want to see how hot it makes you when I put my cock in her tight wet pussy and fill it with my hot cum.”
Nanae wanted to say something, but he couldn't make his mouth work. He wanted her but knew even though she was his Sinnis, he couldn't provide her with what she wanted. All he could do in reply was take off his clothes. He pulled his tee-shirt over his head revealing a very manly muscular chest covered in a thin downy coat of soft blond hair and hard six-pack abs. Israel guessed the man was probably twice his own weight or more. He watched with admiration as Nanae undid the fly of his jeans and lifted his hips, pushing the pants down to his ankles. He never stood up but his cock was sure standing at attention. Hand around the top, Nanae pulled his foreskin down exposing a broad smooth hard hat of a head that Israel and Camilla both longed to
lick.
Sometime while they admired the superb male specimen undressing, Camilla came. Hard. Her hips bucked forward pushing against Izzy's palm, forcing him into the rhythm she needed to ride out the waves. Her most intimate muscles clenched his fingers. Her whole body tensed and then relaxed. Israel walked her back a few steps and laid her on her back across the foot of his bed. Only then did he take his fingers out of her.
Izzy crossed to Nanae, holding his fingers out as an offering, “Care for a taste?” Nanae's hand shot out so fast Israel never saw it move, but the tight vice-like grip and slight electric tingle of that touch were hard to miss. Nanae shackled the thinner man's wrist and brought it slowly to his lips. He looked into Israel's face as he put the two glistening fingers into the warmth of his mouth. Izzy could swear that the blond man's opal eyes flamed red for a moment before the glow receded into a smoldering shadow. The skill of his tongue as he lapped at the underside of Izzy's fingers, sliding between them and around each tip made Israel's cock throb.
Nanae spun Israel around to face Camilla, who was still laying on the bed. She watched them through half lidded eyes as she touched herself. Nanae lifted Izzy's shirt over his head, mussing up the dark hair, and tossed the garment to the side. He leaned in, pointed at Camilla, and spoke softly into Izzy's ear, “Do it now, before I change my mind” and kill you both. He left the last part unsaid, but Israel understood the unspoken danger. The rumble vibrated through Izzy's brain, forcing compliance and Israel found himself walking forward, his pants becoming a trail behind him.
As Izzy approached Camilla, Nanae spoke in a foreign language. The dark man with the baby face hooked one arm under each of Camilla's knees and tugged her to the edge of the mattress. Her hair mostly stayed where it was before the move, flaming out like a golden fire or halo around her head. She reached down between them and placed the mushroom head of his circumcised penis at her entrance. She angled her hips to better accommodate him and gasped as he surged forward filling her, allowing her no time to adjust to his size just as he knew she liked.
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