Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in breeder of nephilim. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “breeder of nephilim” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “breeder of nephilim, yes, breeder of nephilim” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “breeder of nephilim” ecstasy.