The Nephil (working title) chapter 1 first draft

And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. Genesis 6: 1-4 KJV There was once a village between the sea and the desert, made entirely of tents and stone, so long ago that only El remembers it. No one could find that village now, nor the coast, nor even desert it was on. For this was a time before El sent his many waters to wash the earth clean of evil. But no one was yet to know but El. One night, a small figure stepped quietly out of one of the tents at the village edge. It was a girl, and she pulled a cloak tightly around her against the night’s chill. She looked both ways to see if anyone was around. Then she trotted out into the desert alone. Her name was Shala. Like all her people she was small, a little under 4 feet tall, and had nut brown skin and wavy hair. She had not quite reached her first hundred years of life, and to her people, she was young. Shala could expect many centuries of life, if she was lucky. This was before men grew tall and their lives grew short. But men back then still lusted after a beautiful girl, and to the men of the village and those beyond, Shala was one of those. And she knew it. She used her looks, her charm, and when necessary, her body to get what she wanted from them. For that, her reputation was spotted among the more righteous inhabitants. But she did not care very much for righteousness. A waste of time, and her way was much more fun. But lately, she did not care very much for men either. At least, not human ones. Shala’s world was one where great spirits, monsters, and even angels still walked alongside mortals. Shala was going to meet one of those angels now. Under the bright moonlight, she saw a rocky outcropping rising up out of the scrub and the sand. She had been here many times, and knew how to find the crevice that led to the cave inside. But she stopped before she entered. Her heart was beating fast, and she trembled with excitement and nerves. She did indeed want to see the one inside, and right away. But also, she had incredible news she had to share. Enough to make her try to compose herself before entering. And after a moment and a deep breath, she did. A moment later Shala stepped into a chamber with shimmering iridescent walls and sharp stalactites, lit up by a brazier in the center of the cave. There sumptuous rugs, and cushions, and statuettes all around. Almost as soon as she entered, she heard a sharp growl right behind her. She turned around and gasped. A huge, snarling desert wolf was baring its teeth at her. It was between her and the only exit. It advanced on her, eyes and fangs gleaming. Shala took a frightened step back. But then she scowled and stood up straight. “That’s not funny, Azael! Turn back to your real self!” The wolf stopped, then seemed to grin. And then chuckle. And then, before Shala’s eyes, transform into a towering 7-foot-tall humanoid man with violet feathered wings sprouting from his back. His eyes were pupil-less and glowing white. And his perfect mouth stretched into a smirk. “Forgive my jest, my pretty little thing. Were you fooled?” Shala pouted up at him, who was nearly twice her height. “Not for a minute! A wolf wouldn’t dare come in here. Not with you living here.” “Quite right, Shala. No living thing may enter without my permission. This makes it very dull when no living things pay me a visit. Hence, I become bored. What has kept you away so long? Have your fellow humans managed to sway your interest away from I? A child of El?” Shala crossed her arms. “Well maybe they have! Some very fine-looking boys have been asking my father for me. They’re handsome, loyal, and won’t play mean tricks like turning into wolves!” “Aha...and yet you return to me. I must still be worth something to you. Come. Take off your cloak. Make yourself comfortable.” Shala stepped away and pulled her cloak closer as Azael reached for her. “Ah ah! Not so fast. I had something to tell you. It’s kind of...the reason I’ve been gone for a while.” She savored the puzzled look on Azael’s glowing angelic features. “Well?” asked Azael. “What is it? What game are you playing?” Shala giggled, still holding her cloak close. “Darling...look!” She threw it open wide. She was wearing nothing underneath it. And under her usually flat stomach, there was a small bump. She put her hands on it, tracing its shape with her fingers. “See? It’s yours, Azael! Yours and mine! I’m going to have a baby!” Azael’s face relaxed from puzzlement to a triumphant, satisfied smile. “Most excellent. Wonderful. Well done. Let me have a look at you.” He knelt down and put his hand on her stomach, and Shala took his big hand with both of hers. He kept smiling. “Yes...well done. I am pleased. You...are a very lucky girl, my dear. Not every woman gets to carry one of the nephilim. This is most excellent news indeed.” “So it’s true? This is where nephilim come from?” asked Shala. Another race that lived alongside humanity in ancient days: the nephilim. Giants. Heroes. Kings. They were rare, and Shala had never seen one, but everyone knew about them by their feats of strength and conquest. They were demigods, or so everyone said. And now--! “That’s right. When a son of El takes a daughter of Adam for a wife. You will make a nephil of our very own.” “Yes!” Shala cheered. “Oh, Azael!” She leaned in and kissed him ferociously. Azael embraced her, and lifted her high off the ground. Her feet kicked in the air happily. But then she pulled away. “I don’t know what to do next,” said Shala. “I can’t hide it from my family much longer. My mom probably already knows. What do I tell everyone? “You tell them that you are the wife of Azael, son of El, and you are to bear his child.” “Wow! Bold! Though technically we’re not married? And I doubt my father would approve.” “Approve? APPROVE?” Azael made the walls echo with harsh laughter, and Shala giggled along with him. “Approval, from a mortal old man? I may as well ask an ant for your hand! I am Azael! And you are my wife because I say so!” He gave her a big kiss. “Come. No more talk. It is time we celebrate.” He planted another kiss on Shala’s mouth, and their tongues ran over each other. Azael cupped his hand under Shala’s buttocks to hold her up, his hand so large compared to her that both cheeks nearly fit in it. He squeezed them, appreciatively. He held her close, her breasts pressing against his massive chest, and Shala wrapped her arms around his neck. Azael levitated across the cave, then floated down on his back onto a pile of cushions. She lay on top of him, kissing him on the lips, then the cheek, then the neck. He sighed with pleasure. She got up on her knees and knelt on him with her legs apart still kissing him. Azael reached under her and began to rub between them. She sighed as well, and gently nibbled on Azael’s earlobe. He inhaled sharply, and rubbed her harder. Her crotch was starting to dampen. He flipped her over so she lay on her back on top of him, and he massaged one of her breasts with one hand while rubbing the whole length of her vagina with one finger. Her thighs clamped together on his hand, and she reached back to run her fingers through his hair. She turned her head and kissed him some more, as her legs playfully swayed back and forth as he fingered her between her thighs. Below her, Azael’s penis slowly began to rise, silhouetted against the firelight of the brazier. It cast a lengthening shadow over them both. Shala noticed. She relaxed her grip on Azael’s hand, and reached down with her foot to stroke that growing member with her big toe. “He he...look at that. Look who’s come out to play,” Shala crooned. She felt her belly, and pointed at Azael’s erection accusingly. “This is your fault, you know--hah--You did this to me. What do you have to say for yourself?” “Indeed...naughty boy,” Azael rumbled. “He doesn’t—hmmm--think things through. What can he do...to redeem himself? Surely there’s a way...he can make it up to you?” “Yes…I think I have an idea. Let go. I want to try something.” Azael obliged her, stealthily wiping her juices off on a cushion. She got back on her hands and knees on top of him, and scooted down his body until her bottom was against his cock and bent it down. She angled her ass up against it like a cat, until her moist lips were kissing the shaft. Then up and down she slid. Azael put his hands behind his head and let her go to work. She bit her lip and continued to drag her labia and clit up and down, up and down. The penis was beginning to glisten with wetness in the firelight. She sighed harder, and at a higher pitch. It was so hot...so warm...so long...and getting really hard! “Hahhh…you like that, you troublemaker?...This’ll be...all you get...until you learn the error of your ways!” she breathed as she pumped her ass up and down. “Ha...oh yes...look at how sorry he looks. How...upright. A changed man if I ever saw one. But you be the judge—hm!--Pretty Thing. Does he deserve...some clemency?” Her sliding slowed. “I don’t know what ‘clemency’ means…but I suppose...I’ll show him mercy.” Shala stood up. Azael, as if reading her mind, spread his own legs out to the side like a frog’s to give her a place to put her feet. She took his tip of his privates in her hand and guided it to hers. “Welcome home, troublemaker,” she sighed. And then she slooooowly sank down. It was too long to go in all the way. But that didn’t matter. It filled her up hot and hard. She put her hands behind her head, and did a gyrating dance over him with his cock sticking out of her. The angel Azael began to breathe raggedly. “To be cast out of heaven...was almost worth it...just for this--!” “You’ll make it back one day, darling,” she declared, twisting and squeezing his cock with her insides. “You...and all the other NNNN-angels! And the nephilim! And everyone NUUU-who hates this hell of an earth! We’ll make it right, baby! Together! TOGETHER!” “Yes! YES! Our child! An army of...MMMmy kin! And our children! And the Great One...HIMSELF! We will rise--MMM-rise up back to paradise! And kill...kill...KILLLLLLL!” His penis pounded and spurted inside her pelvis, and her muscles squeezed on it in time, eagerly milking it for more. But Shala’s body was just being greedy: that penis had already done its part. She fell forward back onto his chest. His penis popped out of her bottom and twanged upright like a branch released from a snare. His cum leaked out of her onto his belly. They breathed hard for a minute. He petted her head like a kitten. “You’ll have to...enjoy that while it lasts,” panted Shala. “Once I get bigger...I don’t think I’ll be able to do that…” “That’s fine...little dear...there are so many other things to try.” Shala saw that Azael’s penis was still semi-erect, and gave it a little tap with her foot. “Look at him...the little liar,” she chuckled. “I don’t think he’s sorry at all.” “Hah...alas. Sometimes...some people cannot be mended. Unrepentant to the end.” “Yeah...just purely...totally...incorrigible.” She kissed his cheek, and snuggled contentedly on his chest.