“You scared the shit out of me, Nanae. I thought you were one of them.”
Nanae never turned, vigilantly looking for other wanderers. “You saw one? Tell me what it looked like.”
Camilla was shaking and Israel took her into his arms, hugging her close. She was silent, as usual. Her face buried in his chest, her tiny baby bump pushed into his hip. She adjusted herself to more comfortably fit in his embrace but not before he felt it. She was further along than she should be. Maybe the baby wasn't his after all. Oh, well, it was his baby. He didn't care who the biological father was. He rested his chin on the top of her head.
“They're just men.”
“Do they shy from the light? Are they...biting?”
“No, not at all. They ran right into the courtyard with the children. They're using guns.” Camilla gasped and Israel paused to address her concern. “The guns are shooting some type of dart. The kids are safe. They don't seem effected by the darts. I saw a little girl get hit with one when she tried to get between the intruders and a Guardian but she didn't go down. The Guardian did though.”
Nanae turned at that. He stared a hole through Israel. “They are taking down Nephilim? I must get my hands on one of those darts. We need to know what this is.”
Camilla spoke then. “Absolutely not. You stay with us.” She actually stomped her foot a little bit. Nanae and Izzy smiled at each other. It was so cute when she tried to be stern.
“What is going on with your skin, man? You know you're glowing, right?”
Nanae's expression changed from jovial to serious like it was on a switch. He nodded. “We are under attack. It brings my true form to the surface. I cannot camouflage.” His cloak fluttered again, rippling from neck to feet. He was gesturing with it. “This is the best I can do. I can only pretend they are cloth.”
Nanae answered the question in their eyes with silent honesty. He flapped and stretched his wings, showing them his true form. He stood as stoic as a statue, an image of god's warrior in a church cemetery, allowing them to take it in. It felt good to be seen truly. It had been generations since he had allowed a human to see him without his protective camouflage. Camilla stayed where she was, but Israel crossed to Nanae to get a better look.
“This state was a useful defense in ancient times. Men would see us and fear that gods walked among them. Now, camouflage is a much better defense. Modern men do not fear superhuman power; they flock to it. They want it for themselves.”
Israel had worked clubs where teens gathered, dressed like angels and demons and fantasized, play acting that they were vampires and creatures of the night. The world had changed. Who didn't want to live forever? Whatever the price of that eternal life, it wasn't high enough that people wouldn't pay.
A panicked look crossed Nanae's face before going blank. His shoulders slouched and he dropped to the ground, his wings crumpling. One of them stood in the open door crack, gun in hand. Camilla screamed as he squatted at Nanae's feet. Israel backed up against the wall behind the door. The man hadn't seen him yet. Camilla focused on healing Nanae. The faster he regained consciousness the better chance all three of them had of surviving.
“Shut up! Stupid cunt, I'm not going to hurt you. What would we want with a witches blood?” He wasn't alone. Three more men filled in the background of the door frame. They faced away, protecting the kneeling man. One of them handed him a pack.
The man dug around in the pack now hanging around his neck. He inserted a needle into the vein in Nanae's calf that connected to the pack by way of a tube. A pump started and Camilla could see the blood moving away from Nanae and up the tube. She had been worried they were going to inject him with something, not take from him. Nanae and Nathalia were right. Men didn't fear power, they just coveted it.
Camilla felt Nanae's awareness a sliver of a second before she saw his eyelids open and she yelled, “Now!” Israel slammed the door and it knocked the extractor back on his butt. The blood filled tube kept the seal broken. Camilla jumped across the room. With one hand she jerked the needle out of Nanae's leg and tossed it out. With the other hand she slammed the door closed. The click and hiss of the seal sent a wave of relief to them all.
They rushed to either side of Nanae, but he was already getting up on his own. He accepted the aid Israel offered him just as a loud thud sounded. Camilla laughed. “Now who's the stupid cunt? It's gonna take more than four men to get through that door, asshole!” She yelled, knowing they couldn't hear her. Still it felt good to say. There was another thud and Camilla could have sworn the giant metal door moved. “Impossible,” she whispered.
“Not impossible. They know the power of our blood. They may have the strength to break it down.”
Camilla ran to the elevator, punching it's down button with her closed fist. It was waiting on their level and opened instantly. She got in and held the door open as Izzy helped Nanae. He was walking on his own, but leaning heavily on the smaller man's shoulders. With some effort, Nanae brought his wings down to rest around him like a cloak once again. It allowed them to get through the lift doors, but it forced Israel to walk from inside their shelter. It wasn't an uncomfortable experience for either of them.
Camille stood next to the controls, her hand on her belly. She shook a little, anxiety radiating off of her. Nanae opened up and indicated she should join them. She did and was completely encompassed physically and emotionally. She knew that bad guys were after them, but she couldn't feel any fear or anger within the shelter of Nanae's wings. It was pure bliss and everywhere the wings made contact with her skin, tingled. A rush of liquid need was her body's response. Her gaze met Izzy's. He was feeling the same things. Nanae's true form was larger than the one he used everyday and the elevator groaned under their combined weight as it started it's decent.
Nanae let out a halting sigh that both his companions recognized as arousal. Hidden there in the darkness of his wings, his otherworldly skin's glow lit their view of the physical evidence of that arousal. Israel reached out to touch that magnificent member and Camilla followed his example. She started to giggle when she realized that they could only encircle it with both their hands together. She had just learned to accept his regular monster cock. What were they going to do with this thing, she wondered. They laced the tips of their fingers together and crossed their thumbs. Together they moved up and down the monolithic pillar.
“Stop, my beauties.”
Whatever he said, they knew he wanted this. They could see and feel his desire like it was their own. They did not stop, but continued moving up and down his hard shaft, slowly, making mental measurements. He always resisted them at first, but they knew it was just a show, proof of his restraint. They had always been able to get him to give in and they wouldn't have been able, if it wasn't what he really wanted. Nanae's arms, resting on their shoulders, snaked around and removed their hold. He pressed them to his chest and opened up his wings to allow them to see his face. They looked up at him.
Nanae assured them, “I do want to continue but cannot afford to lose the prana. Not when we are under attack.” He did not know what these men where. They were no child of light that he recognized. They were not children of darkness if they did not hide from the sun. “We do not often allow humans to shelter within our wings and I was not prepared for my own response.” The doors opened and as one, the three stepped out into the warm golden glow of the capacitor's storage.
“It has been a very long time since I have held one so close, never two. The experience is always enjoyable, but I did not expect eros. Together you magnified the pleasure.” He paused. “For me. What is the sensation for you?”
Camilla reluctantly gave up her spot and Izzy helped Nanae walk to his cleared spot of earth. She jammed the controls, locking the elevator and cutting them off. She hated to cut off the other Daughters' access to this safety, but with those men up there, no sisters could get through anyway.
“Good. Safe.” Camilla sounded wistful, like she just wanted to
crawl back inside.
Standing with his feet connecting with Ki was rejuvenating, just not enough. Nanae needed prana, especially if he was going to fight. He took his weight off of Izzy, who sat on the cot nearby. Her only defense complete, Camilla joined him on her cot. Nanae sat cross legged on the dirt and covered himself with this wing cloak.
Israel expounded on her explanation, “We could feel what you were. It was like you overwrote whatever we were really feeling. It was good, just like Sunshine said, and safe. Like we could never be hurt again.”
“Not while I still breathe.” His incisors showed when he talked.
Israel stood in front of the seated Nephilim and held out his arm, offering his wrist and the prana that flowed just below the surface. “You're hungry.”
Nanae's gaze locked on the offering but Camilla jumped up and knocked the hand away. “No violence. He can't feed down here.” She stood between them.
Israel wrapped his arms around Camilla, hands resting on her tiny tummy, head on hers. “He can feed without it being violent. I know he can. I know you can. You're not feeding from Camilla now that she's pregnant and those men took your blood. You need to feed.”
“No. No blood. No biting. It's the same as violence for them.” She gestured towards the capacitors standing in the sphere of white light. “I wish there was another way.”
“There is.” Camilla and Israel felt rather than heard Nanae. He explained as he pulled the two apart to stand side by side before him. “I feed on prana. Prana is in everything that is alive.” He stretched his wings out, encircling the three of them. They had seen him move his wings, but still Camilla and Israel jumped when those wings began to rub their backs. “The less sentient something is, the less prana it carries. Animals have it and plants, but to a lesser degree. Food retains a small portion of it's prana, but so little that I could eat every bite of a buffet for a hundred people and feel no satisfaction. We gave up eating food long ago. It was the only way that we could coexist on this world.”
Camilla and Israel heard him, but like from some great distance. The sensations coming from the slightest touch of his wings were overwhelming. They weren't made of feathers as most art portrayed them. They were made of the softest skin either of them had ever touched. The wings skated over their exposed skins, focusing on different areas for each of them. For her, the top edge of the wing rubbed her neck, having slipped in under her hair, and the prehensile tip traced every ridge and valley in the very sensitive area behind each knee. For him, the top edge rubbed his back, having snaked around his waist, and the finger-like tip outlined his chest muscles.
“Humans have prana in dense enough quantities to satiate us and you can rejuvenate it quickly. Every cell of your body contains prana, but it is against Ereshkigal's laws to kill while feeding. There are very few things a human can give us and not die.” It registered with them that Nanae was talking about eating human flesh and organs, but they couldn't care less. What he was doing was much more engrossing that what he said. “Only one thing contains more prana than blood and it comes from here.” At his last word, the tip at Izzy's waistline dropped to rub the length of him through his fly. Nanae traced the head outlined so clearly by Izzy's ever tightening jeans. The tip rubbing Camilla's leg slipped up between her thighs to the moist junction there. Nanae slipped back and forth along the wet cotton there until he found her clit already plump and longing to get free of it's hood.
Nanae had never moved from his seated position, his wings doing all the work for him. He moved them away only far enough that his lovers could follow his instructions. “Undress.” He admired their bodies as they efficiently carried out his order.
Camilla could hardly wait to feel the delicate soft skin of his wing on every part of her. Once her clothes were gone she looked back to the wing. It was very flexible and Nanae was making a seat for her with it. She backed up and sat down. It bathed her in it's silkiness from nape to knee. It rippled, sending sensations across her bare back and butt. The fine bottom edge taking over the stimulation of her knee pits. The end was wrapped around the leg closest to Izzy. The finger-like tip was working it's magic between her folds and around her button. She leaned back and closed her eyes, completely giving in to the pleasure.
Israel took longer than she did to undress, having shoes and pant legs to deal with. Once he was nude the wing pulled him towards Nanae. Seated Nanae's face was lined up with Izzy's chest, but Izzy couldn't get close enough with the giant man's legs folded in front of him. Nanae reached out with his hands and guided Izzy to stand with his feet within the parameter that those folded legs made. He was trapped there by the wings, legs and hands, doomed to fall if he made a step. Israel smiled. Leave it to Nanae to find a a position that made sucking dick the dominant role.
Nanae feathered kisses along the muscled lines of Israel's upper abs. The kisses got firmer as he moved down to the bottom of the six-pack. The teeth were incorporated when Nanae reached well developed pelvic muscle that Izzy fondly referred to as the 'man muscle'. “May I watch?” Camilla's small voice halted Nanae's progression.
Without waiting to okay it with Israel, Nanae answered. “Certainly.” It was a Dom's move for sure, but maybe Nanae deserved to be in control, Israel thought. After all, he was pleasuring the two of them at once with barely a move. Nanae shifted, moving her hammock-like wing closer and to the side. She had a better angle and could see both the men's profiles.
Nanae licked his lips and then put the moistened opening to the tip of Israel's cock. After planting a kiss there, he traced just the head at first tip of his tongue. His hot breath sent a shiver across Israel's bare flesh. It made him want to thrust forward but Nanae had both hands on Israel's hips, holding them still. Nanae was in control, as always, and they would go at his speed.
He took Izzy into the warmth of his mouth, as skilled with his tongue as he was with everything else. Israel was lost in a sea of sensations. Nanae virtually had four prehensile limbs and three of them were focused on him. His huge hands had left his hips and were thoroughly exploring every inch of Izzy's thighs, abs, chest and shoulders. The wing still caressed his back. Izzy wanted to close his eyes and throw his head back, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Nanae. The beautiful god-man looked so good sucking Izzy's dick.
Nanae moved one hand from Izzy to pass over Camilla's breast and neck. She opened obediently when he pushed a finger into her mouth. She sucked it diligently until he removed it. Her eyes were on it as Nanae took that moistened digit and gently but firmly pushed his finger into the other man's asshole, one inch and then two. Israel had never taken his gaze from the out of this world blowjob he was getting and so the penetration came as a shock to him. Nanae only stimulated Israel's prostate for a few seconds before Izzy declared, “I'm gonna cum!”.
“Me too.” Camilla's small voice jolted Izzy out of his own experience for a moment and he looked at her. The sight of her tiny body, writhing in ecstasy, nestled in Nanae's wing, put Izzy right back where he started. He recognized the splotchy modeling of her flesh as a the mark of a woman about to orgasm. Nanae had been doing to her what he had been doing to Izzy the whole time and with the minimal effort of just one wingtip. That skill made Israel shiver with a flash of possibilities. Those erotic images flooded his mind and he spilled hot prana into Nanae.
Nanae swallowed, milking out every drop, making Israel shudder from the stimulation of his post-coital penis. Izzy leaned back into Nanae's wing, no longer able to stay upright. Nanae unfolded his legs and lay with his back to the earth. He brought his two beauties to lay on either side of him, enfolding them in the recesses of his wings. Within his sphere of safety and comfort they both fell asleep. Nanae could not, not if he wanted Camilla's child to survive.
***
“Rise, my beauties.” Nanae's voice was beautiful and frightening, like the heavenly host singing hallelujah. “The attack is over.”
They woke, nude and huddled in the dirt together, but without Nanae. Israe
l blinked, trying to focus. “How do you know it's over?”, he asked as he stood dusting himself off.
Nanae took a spin with his arms open, showing them he was properly camouflaged. The men, blood thieves, had to be gone if he could achieve his normal appearance. He wore his usual jeans and black tee-shirt and held out the clothes that Izzy had worn during the attack. His bare feet made no sound on the stone floor as he crossed to Camilla to help her up. She had been struggling to stand but trying not to let them see.
She slipped her dress over her head but it got caught up on her belly. She sucked in as much as she could and got the dress down, but it was considerably more tight than when she'd taken it off. She tried to suck in but it was impossible. It was like she lost all muscle control the instant she conceived. Oh, well, maybe she was just one of those women who looked really pregnant for their whole pregnancy. She hadn't been around for her sister or mother's pregnancies, so, for all she knew, it might be genetic.
“Come. There might be a need for healers.” Nanae gestured at the elevator controls. Only Camilla knew how to unjam them. She did and they were on their way up before anyone said anything else. Camilla noticed that both men, Nanae on her right, Israel on her left, were acting strangely reserved. Quite normal for Nanae, but not so much for Izzy. She hoped this wasn't over a little blowjob. She rolled her eyes and made a little 'humph' noise. Men always get so in a twist about the smallest things.
She didn't speak, after all she hadn't had any coffee yet, but she reached up to Israel. Touching his temples, she pulled out whatever dark thoughts had him so twitter pated. She tugged on Nanae's shirt, forcing him to bend down to her. Instead, he just scooped her up. She touched his mind, but couldn't find anything there out of place. She caught his gaze and indicated with her eyes that he should speak to Israel.
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