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The Nephil (working title) chapter 2 first draft
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 06:30:22 +0000 UTCSpreading the word
Shala broke the news to her family, and as she predicted, they weren’t happy. Her mother held her head in her hands and moaned, while her father shouted, threw things, smashed pots and furniture. 2 of her younger siblings were struck dumb and horrified, while Shala stood there defiantly taking her father’s withering abuse. She did not shrink, nor take his barbs without giving a few in return. If she had eloped with anyone else, he would have been beating her black and blue right there. But she knew that he feared the Fallen Ones too much to touch her. He feared her husband. And so she had none for the blathering old fool in front of her.
Instead, when he had shouted all he could, he pointed angrily at the tent flap and said:
“Get out! If you would go around my back to rut with this...angel!...then let him have you! You are not my daughter! You are a harlot, and no daughter of mine! Get out, and let me never see you again!”
Shala only sneered at him. “Fine! I’m gone! I’m a married woman now and I don’t need you! Goodbye! Have fun in your tent!”
She left that tent in a huff. How dare he. How dare any of them look down on her. Her husband was a son of El. The child in her belly was sired by a heavenly being. And what were they? A pathetic pack of backward desert scrabblers. She was better than all of them. She would show them.
Shala returned to the cave, where she waited and sulked all day until Azael returned. She told him what happened and implored him to cheer her up.
Some time later, Shala was lifted off of the end of Azael’s cock, semen leaking out of her, body hot and quivering. Azrael set her down on some nearby cushions, and gave her some instructions:
“Here’s what you are to do. Go back into the village and find a place to stay. Your own tent, if you must. Keep letting everyone know that you are married to me now.”
“But...why live there? Why can’t I stay here with you?”
“You may come back to visit whenever it pleases you. But stay in town, flaunt your new status. See how the people react. Find out who is on our side and who isn’t. And do so by any means necessary. Woo them. Flirt with them. Even bed them if you wish. I will not deny you that.”
“Even though we’re married?”
“Yes. You can even tell them that you are unhappy with me and want the company of your own kind. So long as you find out what you can, bend the people to our side, and never forget who is really best. Who is it, pretty thing?”
Shala put her little arm around Azael’s big torso. “You, darling. Always, always you.”
Shala did as she was told and found a place to live on the outskirts of town. She popped between there, her older siblings (she was the middle child of 6), and the cave of her lover.
Word had spread about Shala’s coupling with an angel. Approve or disapprove, it brought great notoriety. She sashayed through the village and relished all the attention she got. Lots of other girls asked what it was like. Older men who might have made unwelcome advances kept their careful, respectful distance. Some older women would avert their eyes when she walked by, not daring even to scold. She loved every bit of it.
The thing to understand, is that in those days the ones that were cast out of heaven were not yet considered wholly evil. Only rebellious. Against a god that few understood. In those days, to be chosen by an angel, even a fallen one, was an honor. She got congratulations, well-wishes, respect.
And even as time passed and her belly grew bigger, she got attention of a sexual nature. Shala came to understand why her husband bade her to bed anyone she wished. It was not merely to allow her an uncommon freedom. It was a surefire way to find out allegiances. If any man met her, knowing that she was married to a fallen one and was carrying his child, and was bold enough to show interest anyway, was one that was not likely to honor El.
Shala demonstrated this one night as she led a young man into her tent, in her 5th month, with her hand on her rounded belly.
At first the young man was nervous. She mocked him. “What? Does a pregnant girl bother you?”
“No...not at all…”
“Don’t you think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes...I think you’re gorgeous, it’s just that...won’t your, h-husband be angry if he finds out—”
Shala put her finger to his lips. With her other hand she took his, and guided it up to her breast. She smiled at him, and let him massage it in small, gentle circles.
“Shut up now. And don’t be afraid. He won’t mind. Because he’s different. We’re different. I’m going to show you a new way. One where you don’t have to be afraid or sorry for anything.”
She pulled him in close, pressing her breasts and belly against him. And then she kissed him. She kissed him, and let his hands run over her back and bottom, until she felt his cock press up against the bottom of her belly. She sank lower into a squat, rubbing her belly across the man’s penis on the way down, cupped it in her hand, and gave it a long lick down the shaft. Not nearly as long as Azael’s. But enough to have fun with him. She was going to swallow him like a grape. She was going to fuck his brains out.
And she did. She sucked him until his knees gave out. Where he trembled on the floor, she squatted again over his face and commanded him to lick her pregnant pussy and return the favor. She let him clumsily slobber over her privates while lazily pawing at the man’s weary cock to get it to spring back to life. She got bored, and had to pee all of a sudden (that happened a lot now), and so, giggling, she scooted her bottom over his body and let loose, pissing all over his chest. The man gave a surprised gasp, and his penis stood up again.
“Ah, you like that huh? What a good soldier. For that, you get the real thing.”
She stood up and turned around, and reached down to spread herself open with her fingers. Smiling, she lowered herself, slowly, just to tease him. Then when she was fully lined up, sat down heavily on his cock.
Shala performed the same gyrating dance that she gave for Azael, only this time she could fit this man into her girlhood easily. Her walls squeezed him, and her buttcheeks ground his pelvis into the floor.
She knew she couldn’t keep this up long. She was getting too heavy for this. But that didn’t matter. The man under her was moaning, whimpering even, writhing, covered in her piss, and hard and thumping inside her as a rabbit’s foot. He would blow very soon. She grinned wickedly at him, and let him put a hand on her belly.
“You feel that? That’s the feeling...of a new world coming! One without fear! Without sadness! Only fun! Only love! Can you feel it? Can you?”
“Yes! I fe—HE—HEEEEEEEEEE--!”
He exploded inside her, and she felt his hot cum flood against the back of her vagina. She sighed, and smiled down at the heaving, sweaty man under her.
“See? Doesn’t that feel better? This is what you can have. When you’re brave. When you can let it all go.” She stood up and let his spent penis flop tiredly out of her, spilling his own cum all over him.
“I...I never felt…oh, it was heaven…” the man moaned.
“That’s right. Heaven on earth. Tell everyone. The old ways are dead. The new ways are here.”
Week after week, month after month, she spread her legs, and the good news of the way of the Earthly Angels.
Month 6, her belly swelling, she bounced up and down on a man’s lap until he burst inside her, crying out to heaven as he did.
“Yes, let it go,” she said, squeezing every drop out of him, “your shame...your fear...your weakness…”
Month 7, and her belly was bigger and rounder, and a man sucked on her popped belly button while she jerked him off.
“Time to let it out,” she encouraged. “all your passions...all your feelings...all your love! That’s it! That’s it!” He groaned as he exploded like a volcano.
Month 8, and her belly hung low and large. It wobbled as one boy grunted and pounded her from behind, and the other got his penis fellated from the front. With expert timing, she sucked hard and clenched her bottom at the same time, and both boys screeched as they came in her at once.
They helped her to her feet, and she arched her back to hold up her big belly. She swallowed, and smiled at them.
“See how beautiful it is? What we accomplished together? Never hold back. Go tell everyone what love can do when they’re free.”
Shala walked proudly through the village every day, her belly grew bigger, rounder, and more triumphant every week. She continued to be a beautiful girl. And she continued to know it. To be the wife of an angel filled her with confidence and vanity that could not be tamed.
Yes, she was still the wife of Azael. And no matter how many men she screwed into a religious experience, no matter how much fun she had playing with them, no one could satisfy her like her husband. Her disciples gave her a donkey, and she rode it to her angel’s domain nearly every night. It didn’t matter how big she got; in his arms, she was weightless. It didn’t matter how many cocks she accepted; none could fill her like his. It didn’t matter how many hands caressed her body; only an angel’s could set it alight.
But back on earth, her daily walks through the village were beginning to grow difficult. Her belly was growing huge and heavy. She lumbered down the street, in shorter and shorter stretches as she swelled bigger and bigger. Her glamorous demeanor was hard to keep up when she had to take breaks and sit down so often. The kicks inside were strong, and try as she might not to wince, she did. People were beginning to look at her with pity. She hated it. Especially from--
“Shala?” a creaky voice called out to her.
She turned. And then she scowled. Her mother. Of all times.
“Oh. It’s you. Been a while.”
“Shala...I’m sorry I haven’t seen you...your father, he...he made it—”
“Pretty hard, yeah. I figured. But that’s OK, really. Life’s been better than ever. And I was right. I didn’t need any of you. Least of all you.”
“Shala, please listen to me. I’m, I’m worried about you—”
“Yeah? Well a little late for that, mom. I’ve been thriving. As you can see.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, you shouldn’t be walking around like this, when’s the last time you’ve seen a midwife?”
“Never! My pregnancy has been just perfect! It’s a nephil, didn’t you know? I’m going to have a hero, mom! A demigod!” She grabbed her huge middle with both hands. “A new kind of baby for a new kind of world! Small weak humans, are so yesterday! In my belly here, I’m carrying around tomorrow!”
“But you’re a small human my dear! I heard about other mothers with nephil babies, and they tend to be...well...very large.”
Shala hesitated for a moment. “So? Tell me something I don’t know! Of course it’s going to be big. Have you seen my husband? Ha! Yep, I’m going to have a great big hero baby. That’s the idea. You going to keep telling me the obvious, or can I go home now?”
“I...know that I’ve...not been there for you…” Tears began to run down the old woman’s face. “And I know...you probably hate me...so much…”
Shala rolled her eyes.
“But at least...if listen to nothing else I say...you need to have someone there to help you. A midwife. Your family. I talked with your big sister Anatu, and she will be there on the day, and I will too. If you will have us. Please.”
“Hmph. That’s a great idea, mom. Anatu and I have been getting along great all this time, not that you’d know. Love to have her with me. And a midwife? Of course, sounds great, love to have a professional. Not you though.”
The crushed look on her mother’s face gave her immense pleasure. Shala looked at her with mock pity and shook her head.
“No, not you, sorry. I just don’t think it would work out. You can go back to the tent with dad. And stay there. Then I don’t have to see either of you anymore, just like you didn’t want to see me. And when I have my baby? You’ll never get to see him either.”
Shala swayed her huge middle away. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I need to make an appointment with the midwife.”
“And what did this midwife say?” inquired Azael, stroking Shala’s belly.
“He’s going to be big boy,” Shala said lazily, “Big and strong and healthy. Couldn’t have made a baby this good with any human, baby.” She turned her head and kissed him.
“And all will be well?”
“Sure...I’m not the first or anything. It’s happened a bunch of times, right? I can handle it.”
“Yes...and more every day. My kin have been...busy as well.”
“Oh, yay! We’ll be like one big family! So many cousins! So many other moms!”
The big baby stirred. Her belly bulged out in many directions as the infant inside her stretched. Shala touched her belly, full of wonder.
“And I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be the biggest, best baby in the world.”
