Part 08.1
Ira screamed out in pain as his flesh sizzled upon contact with the heavenly metal. His demonic half quaked in fear as those white-hot golden eyes stared down at him. He knew those eyes from anywhere. His own grandmother had the same look. His feet slid back along the concrete as her wings flapped causing the links of the chain to dig deeper into his skin.
"Her blood flows strongly in you," sneered the angelic being, "or could it be the influx of demon blood in your veins allowing an untrained Nephilim to with withstand my holy might?" A cruel, sadistic smirk rose along her lips as she gave the chain a flick of her wrist, her tongue ran along her upper lip as she listened to his cries of pain as his body crushed the side of the car she flung him into. "Those before you fell the moment my heavenly fire touched their skin..." Arching an eyebrow as his hands latched onto the chain. Her fear began to rise as she saw those eyes of his looking at her, just like another pair she knew all too well.
"Well, you crazy bitch," Ira growled, trying to keep the pain from his voice, yet it was easier said than done, when it felt like every fiber of his body was being torn apart. Then something strange began to bubble up from the depths of his very being; strength like he has never felt before; power that seemed to heal his wounds, and a need to beat the ever loving shit out of the woman above him (maybe that was his grandmother's side of him talking, Ira couldn't rightly tell. However, he did agree with it. This woman had to pay!) "I'm just going to have to kill you now," Ira declared, his ruby eyes began to swirl with the hints of the golden light of his angelic powers as he stared up at the woman.
"Oh?! Do you think the spawn of the horned one can smite me?! I am Raphaela! I've fought countless demons, my own sisters, and the one that sired you! None have laid me low, and I shall not fall to you!" Raphaela shouted, coming out of the halo of the sun. A single black two-inch leather strap ran across both nipples, that was the only thing covering her copious breasts. Ira wondered if God had a fetish for huge breasts given the size of his grandmother's and Raphaela's. The glint of the gold loop chain holding the four-inch wide linen cloth covering her mound caught his attention, his eyes continuing down her toned, muscular legs as it fluttered between them. Her pearl white wings radiated the light of Heaven as they slowly flapped. A half inch golden band sat in the middle of her forehead holding back her raven hair. "Now I'll put down another unclean spawn like I have always done," Raphaela seethed, her angelic spear materializing in her hand.
An image popped into his mind; that of a flaming sword. Its double edges flashing as blue flames crawled along its surface, two roaring dragon heads were carved out of the ends of the silver cross guard. The hilt was covered with fine velvet held secure with silver wire, with a polished silver spike pommel sat at the base of the hand and a half sword.
Time seemed to slow as Raphaela wrapped the chain around her hand while her grip tightened around the shaft of her spear. Her wings propelling her forward. The sun glinting off the tip of her spear as she meant to end his life. It seemed to him his body moved on its own. His sword appearing in his hand, deflecting the spear away from him. Watching how Raphaela used the chain to block the blow of his sword only to watch as his blade cut through the heavenly metal with ease. His midnight black wings unfurling, shattering the links that held him bound. Lightning rolled across the sky as if to answer his silent call. Raphaela raced after Ira as he climbed into the sky.
Sparks flew as their weapons clashed together, bathing the earth below in the sounds of battle, yet Ira knew he couldn't match her; he knew if this went on much longer he would indeed die. He had to figure out a way to escape, and fast. However, the look he saw in Raphaela's eyes told him one thing - she was toying with him, and she was enjoying it! Releasing a loud huff as her foot landed squarely on his stomach. Air hissed in his ears as his body rocketed towards the ground. Screaming out in pain as Raphaela thrust her spear through his right shoulder pinning him to the trunk of the tree he had crashed into.
"An amusing little show you put on," Raphaela mused, as her fingertips danced down the shaft of her spear, "but did you honestly think you would get the better of me?" she asked, her eyebrow rose with a pointed look. Licking her upper lip as she watched his blood running down his chest. The way it coated her blade just like all the others before him. The crackling of her heavenly power sparked to life in the palm of her right hand. "Don't blame me for what's about to happen. That blame falls to Lucifer for bringing you into this world," Raphaela said coldly, bringing up her hand ready to deliver the killing blow. Her body stilled as those defiant eyes of his gazed at her, his blood stained lips curling into a taunting smirk. "What's so damn funny?!" she roared.
"Lucifer has better tits," Ira said, he knew they weren't the greatest last words; yet he needed time for his fogged mind to think of a way out of this current predicament he found himself in.
"I'm not falling for some lame ass ploy to lower my guard, nor will I ever show you my breasts!"
"It's not like they aren't already on display. It doesn't take a genius to fill in the two inches that strip of leather hides," Ira said, feeling his strength waning the longer the spear remained lodged in his body. "Fuck! You sadistic bitch!" he screamed out in pain, as her angelic power arced down the shaft of her spear and right into his wound.
"I was going to be merciful and kill you quickly. Now, however, I'm going to enjoy every scream, every tear, every word you whisper for me to end this," Raphaela said menacingly. "Beg me to end this, beg me to be merciful," she ordered, feeling her mound growing moist. However, what neither one of them knew was a tiny spark of angelic light escaped Raphaela's lips and entered Ira's mouth. How did Ira do this? Even after realizing what happened Ira couldn't rightly say how.
Thrusting his hand out releasing what little strength he had left at Raphaela, who simply bent backwards, chuckling at his feeble attempt to delay the inevitable. "I am going to miss you," Raphaela admitted, quickly removing her spear from Ira's shoulder. Grunting, surprised, as she took the force of the blow from her most hated foe. Her eyes bulging as Lucifer's foot struck her in her mid-section sending her flying backwards.
"Mor, take Ira to my...," Lucifer said, her eyes glanced over to her grandson as his body slid down the trunk of the tree.
"Yes mistress," Mor said, her black eyes ran over Ira's body, noting how the wound hadn't healed itself. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at the angel. Her hand softly caressed Ira's cheek before taking him into her arms.
"You can't hide that spawn from us, sister," Raphaela growled, getting to her feet. Her grip tightening around the shaft of her spear.
"Do you think I will hide him?" Lucifer asked, a cruel light flared in her golden eyes noting Raphaela's fear. They both knew she was the stronger of the two, it had always been the case, since the dawn of time. "What's the matter sister? Has it been so long that you have forgotten how to hold your weapon?" she asked, taunting Raphaela as her guard dropped slightly.
"I will destroy you! For Father!" Raphaela roared, pushing off the ground, her spear raised, her hate burning in her eyes.
Lucifer narrowed her eyes spitefully at the sky when her father interfered, saving Raphaela from her own fate. "Bitch," she sneered, as the sounds of mortal life returned to the world. "Can't live without your little girl, huh?!" Lucifer shouted. Flipping off her father, spinning around stomping away before her image faded away.
"It's going to be okay Ira; the mistress will heal you." Lucifer heard Mor say as she cleaned his chest. Her eyes fell on his body as Ira struggled to breathe. "Mor isn't going to leave you. You're Mor's mate. Mor's mate is strong..." Her voice stilled as her eyes fell on her mistress.
"Leave us Mor," Lucifer ordered. Her feet gliding along the stone of her lair. Her white linen robe flowed in the sulfur laced air as she approached the bed Ira lay on. "Now," she growled, when the demon hadn't moved from her grandson's side. Looking over her shoulder as Mor scampered out of her circle. Her fingers skimmed along Ira's arm, her eyes moving over his body noting how ashen his skin had become. She knew if he was any other Nephilim he would have died instantly from a stab of an archangel's blade. Yet if he wasn't healed, Ira would indeed die, and there was only one way to heal a Nephilim or angel from a wound given by an archangel or higher class of angel...
A smile graced her lips, she was going to enjoy this. Her hands went to her shoulders, slipping the fabric from them. Her FF breasts bounced against her chest as her hand moved over his body removing his remaining clothes. "Relax Ira, I'm going to heal you," Lucifer said sweetly, her knee resting on the bed before swinging her left leg over his waist. Watching how his eyes focused on her breasts. "So was it true what you said?" she asked, causing his eyes to glance up at her. "That my breasts are better than Raphaela's?" Sucking on her lip as Ira nodded weakly. Reaching down between her legs stroking his cock to life. "You know you can play with them if you want," Lucifer said, smiling down at him as his left hand fondled her breast.
Her drool slowly dripped into his wound as she sank down onto his pole. Placing her hand over the wound, her thumb brushing along his cheek as Ira cried out against the searing pain as she sealed the wound with her holy fire. Gently lifting his head, her lips pressed against his. Her angelic force filling his body as she took in his. Her tongue swirled around his as her sex coated his cock. Removing her hand seeing the ragged scar that was left behind. Her hips rocking gently easing her grandson into his climax.
"Rest Ira," Lucifer cooed, almost lovingly, as she placed a finger on his temple once his seed flooded her womb.
Ira awoke in his bed. His hand ran down his face, wondering how he'd gotten there in the first place. Then he felt something (well four somethings), pressing against his chest. His adams apple bobbed as his grandmother and mother commanded his sides. His eyes glanced to the scar, noting how it still throbbed in pain; at least it didn't still feel like he was going to die. The sheet rustled as his mother stirred beside him. Contouring to her naked body as she snuggled closer to him. He knew it was only because of his grandmother that he was still alive. Ira knew if she hadn't shown up... well, he rightly didn't want to continue that thought. All he knew was he had to get a handle on his powers. He didn't think his grandmother would save him again. He felt his cheeks heating as his grandmother and then his mother rubbed their breasts against him. Looking down his body as he felt two hands on his manhood. His mother and grandmother gazed up at him with devious smiles on their lips.
"Baby, mama is hungry," Cora purred, as her hand worked in time with her mother's as they slowly stroked his cock.
"Mmm, yes, you do need to be punished for staying out so late," Toni said, a twinkle sparkled in her eyes as she hid her smirk.
"Yes, coming home drunk is not how I raised you," Cora said, pushing herself up. The sheet falling down her body displaying her 32D breasts to him. Ira looked to his grandmother wondering what she had told his mother when she brought him home. Obliviously, she thought he had been drunk and not fighting his crazy sadistic aunt to the death.
"Now as for your punishment," Cora said, her knees rested on either side of his head as her cunt stared down at her son. Peering over her shoulder watching her mother dive underneath the sheet as she lowered her mound to her son's mouth. "Mmm, yes, that's it baby, lick your mother's cunt. Lick it good!" she moaned, as her son's tongue parted her labia. "Make my pussy wet," Cora purred lustfully, rubbing her mound against his mouth. Her fingers weaved through his hair, before grabbing tufts of it as she worked her hips to bring herself over the cusp of her orgasm. Her ears perked at the sound of her mother slurping on Ira's cock. Sucking in a gasp as her son gently licked the underside of her clit. Her body trembled as his lips wrapped around her clit, labia, and vulva. "Oh baby! You're going to make your mother cum!" Cora said breathlessly, releasing a wanton moan as she held his face against her sex as her juices flooded Ira's mouth.
"Move over Cora, it's my turn to drench his face," Toni said, as the sheet slid down her back. She knew Ira needed to feed to restore his strength. She also knew he couldn't get that from her. That didn't necessarily mean she wasn't going to fuck him again; she'd just let him have his meal first, then she would ride his hard cock again. "Come on Ira," Toni said, peering down at him while patting her peach, "time to make your grandmother feel good," she purred, covering his mouth before he could utter a word. "Give your mother a kiss Cora," Toni said, as Cora sank down on Ira's cock.
"Mom?!" Cora said a little shocked.
"Please," Toni said, rolling her eyes, "you're fucking your son and you can't give me a little kiss?" she asked, pouting at her daughter. Leaning forward meeting her daughter halfway as they shared a passionate kiss. Listening to her daughter's moans as she tweaked her daughter's nipples. "Oh does my baby like that?" Toni asked, fondling her daughter's breasts.
"Mmmhmm," Cora said dreamily. While she'd had plenty of threesomes in her career, none of them made her feel like she did at that moment. "Yes mama, play with me," she moaned loudly, as Toni played with her clit, "make me feel good on my son's cock," Cora said, peering through half-lidded eyes as she glided up and down her son's pole. Biting her lip as her cream coated Ira's rod as she leaned back, her hands resting on Ira's legs. Watching as her mother leaned forward, sighing in ecstasy as her lips wrapped around her clit.
"Look at this tasty thing," Toni cooed, her tongue flicking out teasing her daughter's clit. "Mmm, yes Ira, get that tongue deep in my pussy. Taste your grandmother nice and deep," she said, grinding her mound on his tongue. A smile rose on her lips as she felt his fork tongue deep within her canal.
"Oh Mom!" Cora cried out as her mother assaulted her clit once again.
"Cum baby, cum for mama," Toni said devilishly, slipping her fingers into Cora's cunt, fucking her along with Ira. Toni's mouth wrapped around her mound as Cora squirted into her mouth. "You dirty girl, making your own mother drink that down," she said, peering up at her daughter as her tongue ran along her lip. "Now move over," Toni giggled, shoving Cora off Ira's cock.
For another two turns each they shared Ira's cock and face. By the time it was all done Ira's face, pillow, and more importantly his bed was soaked in their combined juices. Ira looked back to his bed seeing them each covered in his cum before he headed off to his bathroom. Stopping dead in his tracks as Bridgett and Vikki leaned nude against the wall, their sultry eyes gazing at him. His nose wiggled as he caught their sex on the air.
"I better be getting fucked like that later Ira," Bridgett said sternly.
"Yes, they can't be the only ones getting fucked and moaning so loudly as to wake the neighbors," Vikki said, her eyes taunted him with her mischievousness.
"Rain check?" Ira asked. He had things he needed to do before he delved into fucking the both of them. He knew the library had to have some type of book on sword fighting, and he did want to fuck Layla again.
"Tonight," Bridgett said, her eyes running down her brother's body, "my room, and that cock better be hard so you can fuck this tight pussy," she said patting her dance floor.
"Promise," Ira nodded before closing the bathroom door.
Ira ran his fingers through his wet hair as he walked down the street. His fingers rubbed along his new scar instinctively. Replaying what happened yesterday, unaware that he was being followed. Yelping in surprise as a pair of hands darted out tossing him to the ground. Fear swelled in his chest as the point of a sword pressed against the underside of his chin.
"Dead." A female voice said matter-of-factly. Her blonde hair floated in the breeze; her golden eyes shimmered in the morning light. Her supple lips were curved into an arrogant smirk as she stared down at him. "I would think, after getting your ass handed to you by an archangel, you would be more aware of your surroundings, cousin."
"Missy," Ira sneered. His eyes running down her chest, along her barely A+ cup breasts, her flat stomach, her cocked hip. Then running down the blade of her sword, which oddly, looked so similar to his own. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pushing her blade away.
"Teaching your sorry ass how to fight, why else would I be here?" Missy replied, her eyes running over his demonic form laying underneath the surface. She knew his Nephilim powers were just beginning to come to the surface. She also knew this was the most dangerous time for him, as it was for her when her father brought her into their world. "Now stand your ass up, we have work to do."
"I'd rather die," Ira spat. He'd always disliked his cousin. She was always full of herself. Always confident, always had a sly remark whenever they saw one another. Always thinking she was better than he was.
"As much as I would so enjoy watching Gabriella, Michelle, or Raphaela disembowel you I'm here because grandmother ordered me to train you," Missy said darkly, reaching down grabbing hold of Ira's shirt pulling him to his feet. "Now hold still you little pussy," she ordered, as her midnight black wings unfurled, wrapping them in her feathery embrace, they were gone in the blink of an eye.
"What the hell!" Ira shouted, his voice echoing off the canyon walls as he gazed out upon the desert from atop the plateau.
"Will you please drop the shock," Missy said, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. "You've been a demon for how long now, and this surprises you? Pathetic!" she spat in disgust.
"Fuck you!" Ira growled, as he looked back at her. His demonic form rushing to surface, his tail lashed the stone in his anger. Lightning leaped from his feathers as it crawled its way towards Missy. His ruby eyes narrowed hatefully as Missy wore another smirk on her lips.
"No thank you, you so aren't my type," Missy said, dropping her human disguise. Her horns twisted upwards, batting away the arcs of electricity with the side of her sword. Her wings flapped propelling her backwards as Ira lunged at her. Deflecting his downward blow with ease, dodging his sloppy thrust, the blade of her sword ran along his. Her hand taking hold of his as she struck Ira's temple with her pommel of her sword. "You done...?" Missy barely dodged in time as Ira swung his sword in a sideways arch. "Hey! I liked this shirt you fucking shit!" she roared, looking down at her shirt. "Fine. You want to die, so be it," Missy said, narrowing her eyes, dust began to swirl around her legs as she called forth her own angelic powers. Her golden eyes shimmered with her power as the skies began to cloud over. "I've waited for this day where you would be impaled on my sword!" she said, lifting the point of her sword to the heavens. Lightning lashed out bathing the land in its blue-white light.
Darkness crept over the land as Ira placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword. Pressing the flat of the blade against his forehead, rage, spite, hate, anger, and determination flared in the depths of his ruby eyes as he stared at his cousin. Extending his wings, the gusting wind shredding his molting feathers rapidly, casting them into the ether. The golden light of his eyes overpowering his demonic half, allowing feathers new and strong to sprout rapidly along his wings. Within seconds new, shiny, soft black feathers stood in place of his old ones. The flames of his sword flickered and grew in intensity as his anger reached its peak. Pushing off with such force, leaving a permanent imprint of his tennis shoes in the stone.
"I'm going to cut off that ugly thing you call a head," Ira growled over the edge of his blade. Listening to her grunting as Missy fought to restrain his might.
Her eyes were frantic as Ira began to overpower her. Barely managing to use his weight against him to slip out of his grasp. Yelling in pain as Ira took hold of her tail, spinning her around by it before feeling her body being thrown to the ground. Grunting in pain as she struck the stone, her sword skidding out of her grip. Coughing up blood as she pushed herself up by her elbows. She knew he was strong, just not this strong. Scurrying backwards, missing being impaled by inches, her heart raced as she took note of the murderous look in his eyes.
"Ira you aren't really going to kill your own cousin are you?!" Missy asked nervously. Her right hand franticly searched for the hilt of her sword.
"Don't worry, no one will miss you, Flatbread," Ira said, his gold eyes peering over his pommel. "Life will be so much better with..." Grunting as he was forced back to his knees. His arms roughly forced apart as hellish chains wrapped around his wrists, forcing his arms backward, to the point of tearing them from their sockets. Ira howled in fury as he tried and failed to break free.
"Pick yourself up Missy," Lucifer said materializing, her white linen robe fluttered in the hot wind as her bare feet softly kissed the stone as she walked towards her grandson. "Hello Ira," she said, smiling down at him as her hands rested on the pommel of his sword. "You must learn to control that anger grandson," Lucifer said, seeing it burning brightly in his eyes. "It's a curse that will lead to your doom if you do not, and I so want to watch you bring my sisters down. Something I know you can do," she mused, as she pulled his sword from the stone. "Nice blade, taking after mine it appears," Lucifer said sweetly,
"Missy, I told you to train him not kill him," she said swinging Ira's sword around testing its balance before pressing the tip to Missy's neck.
"Look at what he did to my shirt!" Missy grumbled.
"Teenagers," Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What have I told you?"
"Angelic powers can remake what has been undone," Missy whispered, looking down, feeling her cheeks heat.
"Well, at least you listen when you don't have a cock in your mouth," Lucifer said, spinning on the heel of her foot, her hips swayed as she approached Ira.
"Why her!" Ira growled. His muscles straining as he tried to break the chain's hold on his arms.
"Because I will it," Lucifer said, narrowing her eyes. It was only due to the power of Hell backing her that she was able hold Ira down. Nephilim were always stronger than the angel who sired them. If her daughter ever learned of what she was, she doubted she could fend off Cora in her Nephilim state, even with the power of Hell on her side. "Because my adorable little grandson," she cooed, running her fingers along his jaw before taking hold of his chin, "if I were to train you, then my sisters would know of it, because I wouldn't hold back against you; and that, Ira, isn't something you're ready to face, at least not yet. Soon... very soon. So play nice with your cousin, mmmkay," Lucifer said, the sweetest yet creepiest smile spread across her lips as Ira grumbled.
"Fine. I won't kill her, yet," Ira said, drawing out the last word.
"Good. Then we can get to the real training," Lucifer said, a devious light flaring in the depths of her eyes.
Ira landed heavily on his knees; the two month old beard growth lined his face as his breath caused the dust that covered the plateau to billow up around him. His eyes glanced over to his cousin and grandmother as they both wore smirks of satisfaction. Looking down at his tattered shirt that was hanging on by the most stalwart of treads after his grandmother had encased them in a time bubble. They had instilled two months of training in that little world, cut off from the normal flow of time, while only an hour had passed for the real world. While he wasn't yet a master at sword play, he at least knew he could handle himself in a fight if, or when, the other archangels showed up; and he knew it was only a matter of time before one or more did.
Centering himself as he placed a hand on his chest, his angelic powers flowing over him, turning back the damage done to his clothes and ridding himself of the shaggy beard that lined his face. It was just another of the things they had beat into him while he was trapped inside that little bubble. Now he knew how to tap into his angelic side should the need arise. However, he had to keep that side of himself from ever being revealed to Vikki, Rita, Sue or Alyda. There was no telling what they would do if they found out he was a Nephilim.
"Hey little bitch," Missy said, knowing how that would provoke him. "Come show your cousin that you can survive until I return next week," she said, her hand beckoning him to her. Throwing up her hand as his wings sent up a cloud of dust.
"Dead," Ira said coldly. The glint of the blade of his sword shone as the dust began to settle. His hardened gold eyes dared her to make a move. He so wanted to see that head of hers flipping through the air.
"Well...," Missy said taking a dry swallow, "that will do," she said, feeling her knees trembling as she looked down the blade of his sword. She had seen how he had progressed with his sword. It wouldn't take too much more, and Ira would know everything she knew about handling a sword. When he did, she wanted to be as far, far, far away from Ira as she could get. Over the last two weeks it had taken everything she had to keep Ira from actually killing her. Soon he would be too powerful for her alone to take on; she assumed that is what her grandmother wanted.
Missy knew all about her grandmother's disappointment in her father. Her father took far more pleasure in his demon half than he did in his angelic part. Something that has kept her and her father below Heavens radar for so long. However, with Ira, it seemed to her at least, when they crossed blades, he had somehow figured out how to blend the two together.
"Now Ira..." Lucifer began to say only to watch as Ira teleported, to where she couldn't say. The first thing she had taught him was how to hide his Nephilim essence from the heavenly host. That didn't mean she couldn't find him - he was her grandson after all - it would just take her a moment. Yet she knew he was hungry given how they had trapped him here, for two months, without sex to feed on.
"Well, I guess I'll head home, since well...," Missy said, waving to the spot where Ira once stood. "See you next weekend grandma," she said, placing a kiss on Lucifer's cheek before she too teleported back to her home.
Ira eyed the sky as he peered around the corner of the library. Ever since he teleported out of that bubble he could feel them searching for him. He wasn't about to get caught off guard again. He knew next time could mean his life. A life he was currently enjoying.
"Boo!" Ira nearly leaped out of his skin, turning around only to find Mor doubled over in laughter.
"Mor, what are you doing here?" Ira asked, pulling her into the shadows of the building.
"Mor came to see her mate. I told you: Mor can find you anywhere," Mor said stepping into him. Her hands ran up his chest, her solid black eyes searched his, knowing he wasn't the same as the day before. She could feel the power hidden deep within him. Her pale pink lips curved into a smile as her arms wrapped around his neck. "Are you not pleased to see Mor?" she asked, pressing her small breasts into his chest. Her fingers weaved through his hair; her fork tongue writhed against his as she tasted her mate. "Is Mor's mate hungry? Is that why you came here?"
"Y-yes," Ira said, trying to keep his voice steady as Mor rubbed his cock.
"Let Mor help," Mor said, her needle-like teeth softly nibbled on his chin. "Mor needs this cock too, you know?!"
"Alright, but keep the roughness to a minimum," Ira said, looking down at her.
"I wouldn't harm my mates slave, then how would he feed, hmm?" Mor asked, her mini skirt rode up her thigh as she brushed it along Ira's leg. "Mor isn't wearing any panties," she whispered into his ear before taking hold of his hand. A devious smile spread across her lips as her hips swayed as she pulled him along. Playing with the back of her skirt, flashing her bare, pale ass cheeks as Ira walked behind her.
The electronic bell rang out as the front door opened. The cool conditioned air felt wonderful against his skin after two months stuck in that bubble with his cousin. He loved the smell of old books. It always brought a smile to his face.
