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The throne room of Heaven...

The pearl white throne glinted in the light of heaven as God rested on his elbow. His strong chiseled chin sat in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes smirked as he re-watched his daughter being chained to a tree by a child of his most favorite fallen daughter. A smile graced his lips as he watched Raphaela cumming from a simple touch.

His eyes flicked over as the Seraphim moaned and writhed in pleasure between one another. Waving his hand to the left rewinding the scene so he could watch it all over again.

"Father?" A busty, curvy, lustful Seraphim purred as she sauntered over to God's right side. Her nipple chains bounced against her lower ribs as her tone, smooth legs carried her to her maker's side.

"Hmm?" God hummed has his focus remained on Ira.

"This is the hundredth time you watched this, come play with me," she purred into God's ear, pressing her heavy, hanging breasts into his arm.

"In a minute Metatron," God said, glancing down as the tips of her nipples danced lightly along his arm.

"But... Father, I'm so wet," Metatron cooed, tugging on his earlobe. "This boy shouldn't be any..." Her words died in her throat as God's hard eyes cut to her.

"That boy has made your own sister cum, this Nephilim interests me," God said, rising from his seat. Knowing he might actually have to meet this Ira... if he can withstand his archangels. If Ira could, he would be very interesting indeed.

The High Halls of Heaven...

Once the chamber of the four powerful archangels that had been God's sword and shield since the dawn of time. However, that all changed when one rebelled, throwing Heaven into war and sending a third of the heavenly host into the depths of Hell. Now, where four once sat around the giant crystal orb that showed images of the mortal world below them, only three remained. Yet this day was far from normal for those heavenly beings.

"I can't believe you had to have father save you!" Came rib-splitting laughter from the other side of the orb. "Just look at you! Cumming for a Nephilim like that!"

"Be silent Gabriella!" Raphaela grumbled, feeling her cheeks heat at her sister's taunts. Looking away, yet her eyes found their way back to the orb. Biting her lip remembering how it felt, the way the feathers danced along her skin, tickling her in ways that made her mound liquefy. Her thighs rubbed together feeling her sex reawakening. Hanging her head in shame at what Ira made her do. Knowing if she was ever in that situation again she wouldn't be able to withstand it. Her fingers curled into a fist as her hands rested on the tops of her legs. Knowing she wasn't strong enough to hold out and would've given in if it wasn't for her sister's intervention driving Ira away. Her eyes darted to and fro knowing she would have indeed begged him to fuck her like their father used to do. Nonetheless it had been centuries since God had come to their chamber. Longer still since he has called them before him.

"I only kid sister," Gabriella giggled from behind her hand. "Although this boy interests me," she said offhandedly. Her golden hued eyes watching the orb as she, Michelle, and Raphaela replayed the years of Ira's life now that they knew who he was.

"How so?" Michelle asked, her platinum blonde hair draping against her chest as she looked over at her sister. All the while admiring her reflection in the polished stone surface that made up the foundation of Heaven.

"It seems to me..." Gabriella said, sliding off her seat, her bare feet gliding along the stone as she approached the orb.

"What does?" Raphaela asked, arching an eyebrow at where her sister was taking this.

Gabriella's cheeks heated as her eyes darted to her sister's enormous chests. Her eyes dipped down to her own. Knowing how her father would always fondle hers. Telling her he made her perfect to fit into his desires. Remembering how her father filled her tiny cunt whenever she sat on his lap.

"Sister?!" Michelle said, curious as to why Gabriella's button size nipples were poking against the nearly translucent material of her robe. "You were saying...?" putting Gabriella back on track, a knowing smirk graced her fine, shapely lips.

"Well, we have gone through every minute of this boy's life before he awakened as a Nephilim, and he kind of reminds me of you sister," Gabriella said, looking over at Raphaela.

"Do what now?!" Raphaela said confusingly. She rightly couldn't see what her sister meant by that. "How could that..." taking a dry swallow as she gazed at Ira's face, "remind you of me?"

"Well, everyone he cared for turned on him, used him and broke his heart. Reminds me of you when our sisters turned on us. Like you, he seeks to punish those who have harmed him so, yet, unlike those before him, this Ira doesn't seem to want to rule, nor is he even remotely warlike, like all the other Nephilim we have put down in the past," Gabriella said, looking up at the orb wishing she was taller than four feet, nine inches tall.

"What are you suggesting Gabriella?" Michelle asked, her eyes flickered to her small frame then back to the orb.

"That for now we observe this Ira in his natural setting," Gabriella said, waving to the orb. "Obviously, someone has been training him since his first encounter with Raphaela. It's most likely Lucifer, otherwise our sister wouldn't have been..." turning to Raphaela as a mischievous grin spread across her face. "...moaning like a mortal woman!" Gabriella teased, deflecting Raphaela's light arrow into the wall. "Now, now sister, there's no need to get angry with me. I wasn't the one cumming from a Nephilim's touch!" Her pearl white wings propelled her backwards as Raphaela's spear embedded itself into the floor where she once stood.

"Enough you two!" Michelle said taking command. "Are you sure this is wise sister?" she asked, her index finger ran along her lower lip as she watched Raphaela's fight with Ira. Knowing, as he now had training, one archangel alone wasn't enough to take him down. Any more than that would increase the destruction to the surrounding area as they fought. If her sister was training him then that could only mean Ira would know of all their tactics and ways to counter them.

"Unless you want to go in swords blazing like this one did?" Gabriella inquired, nodding to Raphaela. "Who knows, this Nephilim might not wish war on us or the world of man? He could simply want things set right, even you can understand that, right Raphaela?" A coy smirk rose along her lips at Raphaela's murderous glare.

"Very well," Michelle said, the linen slip that ran between her legs tumbled down as she rose from her seat. Her mountainous, heavenly orbs bounced as she stepped off the dais her small throne rested on. "We'll try this plan of yours, however, if he poses a threat we will take action. Raphaela?!"

"Yes Michelle?"

"Under no circumstances are you to go near him. Do I make myself clear?" Michelle commanded sternly.

"Very well," Raphaela grumbled. Yet in the back of her mind, she was so going to betray that order.

Two days had passed since Ira had left to spend the weekend at Vikki's mother's house. It felt like all life had been drained from him due to the number of times he, Rita, Sue, and Alyda had had sex as he rested his head against the cool surface of the desk. Then there were the calls from Beth and Cybil, he knew he couldn't cut them off like he had once hoped to. He didn't want his sister or mother getting hurt because they went out of their minds. Then again, he did need to feed the demon part of himself.

"I hope I'm not boring you Ira?" Ms. Nunes asked, as Ira's tired groan filled the room. The laughter of his classmates filled the room. Peering over his forearm, wondering why a Nephilim/demon needed to go to high school. "Yeah, you kind of are," Ira thought to himself. "No answer? Well do be so kind as to pay attention to the subject matter, this will be on your final exam Ira," she said sternly. Her brunette hair twirled along her shoulders as she turned her head at the knock upon the classroom door. Her heels clicked along the tile floor, peering out of the corner of her right eye at Ira, wondering if he had forgotten what she had told him when she had seen him at the mall. "Yes..." Looking down at the slip of paper that was handed to her, then to the tiny girl that stood at the principle's left side. In her mind the girl appeared to be too young to be a senior high school student: from her fine ear length raven hair, her tiny body, her A cup breasts, that angelic face that held innocence. "Very well, I understand," Ms. Nunes said, ushering the girl into her classroom.

"Class! Can I have your attention," Ms. Nunes broadcasted, resting her hand on the girl's right shoulder. "While I know it's very late in the year, yet we have a new student joining us. Please introduce yourself," she said, smiling sweetly at the girl.

"Hello, my name is Kristen," she said, her radiant smile shined upon the group of human teenagers. Slyly noticing how Ira peered intently at her from over his arm.

"Ms. Walker hands to yourself!" Ms. Nunes berated; her eyebrow twitched as she watched Beth's hand running up Ira's leg. "No passing notes in class Ms. Perez!" she barked, seeing Cybil drop a note over Ira's left shoulder. "Please if you would, the seat in front of Ira's will be your desk," Ms. Nunes said, gesturing Kristen to take her seat. "If at any point you feel lost come see me and we'll see if we can't catch you up, alright?"

"Sure thing," Kristen chirped happily. Her mid-thigh length skirt swayed as she walked down the aisle towards her desk. She heard the whispers. Putting on her act as she held her texts books close to her chest. Making her cheeks blush thinking their whispers were getting to her. She had to play along like she was a normal teenage girl. "Hello," she said sweetly, looking down at Ira who remained silent behind his folded arms. "I guess you and I will be getting to know each other," Kristen said, sinking down into her seat.

"Uh-huh," Ira muttered, there was something about the girl that felt... unearthly. He knew she wasn't a demon, that much he was sure of, but whatever she was, Ira knew he had to be wary around her. If he had to guess the girl before him felt similar to Raphaela. Why was that? Ira rightly couldn't say.

"I promise you, you and I will become great friends," Kristen said, giggling over her shoulder as she flashed him a warm smile.

"Whatever," Ira sighed, returning to his semi-nap.

"No sleeping in class Ira," Ms. Nunes said, poking him in the ribs with the corner of the book she was reading to the class as she walked around the room. "Remember I still want to see you after class." Which earned him the chorus of laughter from his classmates. "Now sit up straight!" Ms. Nunes said sternly.

"Ira, I'll make you feel better later," Beth said, her eyes hungrily burned a hole in his crotch.

"No you won't," Cybil hissed. Rising from her desk, her arms slipping around his neck, her breasts pressing on either side of his head. "I'll be the one that makes him feel better," shooting daggers at Beth as Ms. Nunes continued on with her reading. Ignoring how her classmates were eyeing her with shocked eyes.

"My, aren't you popular with the ladies?" Kristen giggled behind her hand.

"Seems like it," Ira said coyly, leaning on his elbow, his eyes studying her back trying to discern what she truly was.

"Enough talking you two," Ms. Nunes huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "If you can't cease your distractions in my class I'll have to send you to the principle."

"Go ahead," Ira said taunting her. Knowing if she did she wouldn't be able to get what she wanted.

"Forgive me teacher, since I'm new here I thought it would be nice to get to know everyone. I apologize for my disruptive behavior," Kristen said, rising from her seat, bowing slightly to Ms. Nunes. All the while peering back at Ira from the corner of her right eye, a sly smirk rose along her lips as the back of her skirt rode up. Revealing her upper thighs to him, wondering if she would see that demon side of his. Her annoyance rose as it appeared that Ira wasn't even paying attention.

"Umm... right, well... take your seat and don't do it again," Ms. Nunes said, shaking the weirdness of the display from her mind.

"Yes ma'am."

"Can someone tell me what Emily Dickinson meant by that poem?" Ms. Nunes asked, trying not to allow her eyes to fall on Ira.

Ira watched that strange girl as she rose her arm. It seemed to him she was too eager to answer a question that no one really cared about, since the question the teacher asked wasn't even going to be on the final exam. Arching an eyebrow at the smug smirk he could see from his vantage point. It seemed to him she had an itch to prove how smart she was.

"That's correct, Ms. Patterson," Ms. Nunes said, flashing Kristen a warm smile.

"Well, look who has their smarty pants on," Beth sneered as Kristen sat smugly in her seat.

"That's enough Beth, you could learn a thing or two from her. That is if you don't want to fail my class," Ms. Nunes retorted, Beth's cheeks rapidly heated when a few snickers rumbled from her classmates.

"Hmpf!" Beth said, sticking her nose in the air. Her small breasts bounced as she crossed her arms underneath them. Opening her right eye an inch, peering out the corner of her eye through her eyelashes wondering if Ira was looking at her. However, that would take a backseat as the bell rang out.

"Remember class read chapters seven through ten, we'll be having a test on them Wednesday," Ms. Nunes said over the bell, "Ira I still need to see you," her eyes gazing intently at him as her class rose from their seats.

"Maybe we'll see each other later," Kristen whispered as she rose from her seat. Her slender, smooth, thin legs carried her forward disappearing into the rushing crowd to reach their next class before the next bell.

"I'll see you later Ira," Cybil said sweetly, her fingers trailed down his arm as she moved passed him.

"Wait up Cybil!" Beth said, gathering her things since they both had the same class next. "Call me later Ira, we'll set something up tomorrow," she whispered, winking at him before quickly joining Cybil.

"Now Ira," Ms. Nunes said, walking over to the door, gently closing it, locking it as she did. She couldn't have anyone knowing what she was about to do. Ever since the mall she just couldn't get the size of his cock out of her mind. She had to know if it was really that big. Hell. She would slurp on that beast all he wanted if it was truly as big as it appeared to be. Other than her reputation for sleeping around on campus, she was also known as a size queen. The bigger their cocks were the better. She had forgotten the last time she actually saw a cock bigger than eight inches. No matter how many of the teenage males and the male teachers she took to her bed none of them could ever live up to her expectations.

"What is it?" Ira sighed.

"First let's talk about the report you turned in," Ms. Nunes said, her hips swayed seductively as she walked down the aisle.

"What about it?" Ira asked, arching an eyebrow as he leaned back.

"You know it was only meant to be a thousand words long, why did you turn in four extra pages?" Ms. Nunes asked, the tips of her fingers skimmed along the surface of the desk as she neared him.

"To irk you, why else," Ira smirked arrogantly as he crossed his arms.

"I see. You do realize I have other papers to grade?" Keeping her irritation hidden as Ira rolled his eyes. "You know I don't grade anything longer than what I assign. So why do it knowing I would have to fail you?" Ms. Nunes asked, keeping her smirk hidden as those eyes of his cut to her. "However, if you give me what I want, I won't have to fail you," she stated, resting her ass on the edge of the desk beside Ira. Her black skirt rose up slightly revealing the tops of her matching stockings. Crossing her left leg over her right, rolling her foot causing the muscles of her lift thigh to dance underneath the silken material. Her fingers trailed down her cream hued blouse, slyly undoing the top two buttons allowing the material to fall away, exposing the tops and sides of her lush breasts.

"Which is?" Ira asked, feigning innocence like he didn't already know.

"Oh. I think you already know Ira," Ms. Nunes said, resting the palms of her hands on his desk displaying her 38B breasts to him. "You might play dumb, but we both know you aren't. So why don't we just drop the act and you show me the cock you've been fucking those triplets with, hmm?" She couldn't stop herself; her mouth was watering at the prospect of having that big, hard cock filling her mouth.

"I see," Ira said plainly, sliding out of his seat, getting to his feet. His eyes running down her body, unaware of the unearthly eyes studying him from atop of the roof of the other wing of the building. His eyes turning ruby as Ira slowly undid the zipper of his pants. "You do want this right?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Then take it out yourself," moving his hands away from his fly.

Pushing herself up, closing the distance between them. Wondering where this side of Ira came from, or could it be that she had misread him? Her amber eyes searched his as her hand slipped into his pants. Her nails pried open the flap of his boxers allowing access for her hand to slip inside.

"Like what you feel?" Ira asked, feeling himself growing in her hand.

"Oh yes," Ms. Nunes purred hungrily, staring down at his hardening rod once she had removed it from its confines. Her hand gently caressed his cock once it reached its full length. The palm of her hands ran along the back of his cock loving the feel of it.

"Then get on your knees and suck it," Ira said coldly. Knowing the moment his cum touched her tongue she would be like Beth and Cybil were before he had enslaved them. He had to figure out the right place to do so.

"Mmm, I didn't know you were so forceful Ira. I like it," Ms. Nunes said, a coy smirk graced her lips as she sank down his body. Inhaling the scent of his cock, like a fine cigar, as her nose ran up the length of it. She couldn't wait to be fucked by it, yet that would have to wait. She knew she wouldn't be able to contain her moans when she fucked his fat root. Her eyes glanced up as her lips parted to allow passage of his mushroom top into her ravenous mouth. Spreading her legs as she squatted before him, her hand snaked its way between her legs, her fingers lightly rubbing her labia through her panties as her head rocked on his cock. Her eyes fluttered as the first drop of his pre-cum touched her tongue. She'd never tasted anything like it before. It made her wonder if his hot cum would taste just as sweet as his pre-cum did. Her eyes shot to her left as the bell rang for the next class. She knew she had to hurry, otherwise Ira's tardiness would cause questions. Questions she wasn't about to answer. However, that wasn't something Ms. Nunes had to worry about as his cum flooded her mouth without warning.

"Does it taste good?" Ira asked, wickedly smirking down at her as he saw the swirling blue mist of his demonic energies in the depths of her pupils. This was exactly what he wanted, now it was his turn to repay her for every slight she had done to him. "Show it to me," he commanded. Watching how Ms. Nunes obediently heeded his order, sticking her tongue out showing off the pool of semen on its surface. "Swallow it." Ms. Nunes gave no resistance as his seed slid down her throat. Watching how she came out of his spell the moment the teeth of his zipper closed hiding his slick cock.

"Well Ira..." Smacking her lips together tasting the lingering residue of his cum on them. She had to have more, and next time she wanted to feel it filling her pussy. Her breasts dragging up his chest as she rose. Unsure why she wanted to please him so badly, unsure why she wanted to be at his side as their lips were inches apart. She'd never before felt like this for Ira. Although now, as she stared into his eyes, she wanted to be his, always. "Let me write you a pass, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for letting me have a taste of this," Ms. Nunes purred, her hand rubbing Ira's crotch. Feeling her cheeks heat as she scurried over to her desk, brushing her hair behind her ear as she bent over her desk. Hoping Ira liked how her skirt showed off her ass as she wrote out a pass for him. "Here you are Ira," she said, holding out the slip of paper for him as the strap of his bookbag rested on his shoulder.

"Well look who it is," Lucifer said, startling Gabriella as she studied Ira while that woman pleasured him. "I didn't know my own sister was such a pervert," smirking coyly at those shocked eyes of hers. Her robe fluttered in undulating waves allowing the nearly translucent material of her robe to hug the curvature of her breasts.

"Lucifer!" Gabriella seethed; her dual twelve inch daggers appeared instantly in her hands as she spun around. Her pearl white wings extended as she took up her battle stance. Her eyebrow twitched as Lucifer's 32FF breasts bounced as she laughed behind her hand.

"Please Gabby," Lucifer rolled her eyes at the display. Giving her own massive forty-foot wings a strong flap, watching how Gabriella braced herself as the force of Hell pushed her back towards the edge of the roof. "You and I both know you don't have the strength to fight me," she said, smirking wickedly at her sister.

"Why have you come?" Gabriella asked, knowing if it came to blows she would be hard pressed to win the fight. Her vast mind raced on how to get out of the situation if it came to that.

"Oh... I thought I felt something strange in this world, and what do I find? My sister perving out watching such a sight," Lucifer chuckled. "I didn't take you for one that was so interested in human relations."

"We both know that boy is far from human," Gabriella said, her grip tightening on the hilts of her daggers. Trying to still her heart, to steady her trembling limbs as hellfire leaped from her sister's golden eyes. She remembered how ferocious Lucifer was on the battlefield. How the ranks of Heaven fell to her blade when the civil war waged. She was never a fighter, she was a strategist, that's what her father made her for. "Scared that Heaven will kill your son?" Gabriella asked, hoping to throw off her sister.

"If Raphaela couldn't take down my Ira, what makes you think you can, hmm?" Lucifer asked, with a taunting smile. "Surely, you don't think that small chest of yours is going to seduce him? Not when his lips have been wrapped around these juicy things," she taunted, lifting up her massive breasts before allowing them to fall back down against her ribs. She knew how much Gabriella was self-conscious of her small size. They would always tease her about it, when their father gifted them with such abundant size. Chuckling inwardly at how Gabriella's face burned bright red, easily dodging her slashes, even after so many millennia away from one another her sister was still easily taunted.

"Why must you flaunt those things!" Gabriella hissed as she watched the sway and bounce of her sister's breasts.

"Oh, these little things," Lucifer cooed, the palms of her hands ran along the underside of her breasts curving upwards before giving her nipples a pinch. "If you don't like the bug bites you call tits then why not ask father to enlarge them," sidestepping Gabriella's lunge, smirking at Gabriella's cute little gasp when she gave her tight little ass a spank. "My, sister, I had forgotten how you liked to have father spank you," Lucifer giggled noticing the faint scent of arousal on the air. Tilting her head to the side as Gabriella's daggers fell from her hands.

"I loved you sister, why did you have to rebel?" Gabriella asked, her eyes quivering as she looked up at Lucifer. "I never wanted this, I never wanted to fight you!" she cried out dropping to her knees, burying her face in her hands as she wept.

"Oh Gabby," Lucifer sighed lovingly, kneeling down beside her sister. Wrapping her arms around her, resting her head in the cleavage of her breasts. "You know why I did; humans weren't then and aren't now worthy of our father's love. If they were they wouldn't be trying to kill each other. They wouldn't have distorted our father's word, they wouldn't think to use our father's name in their so-called wars," she said, hugging her sister lovingly in her arms.

"But..."

"Shh," Lucifer cooed softly, placing a finger over Gabriella's soft, velvety lips. "You're so cute when you look at me with those eyes," she said, smiling sensuously at her. Leaning in, her fingers weaved through Gabriella's hair as their lips touched. Their tongues swirled around each other's as they delved into their shared bliss.

Unaware that Ira had used the skills his grandmother had taught him for two months in that time bubble. Only his face poked out of the shadows as he watched on. He had wondered why his grandmother had shown up at school. Tilting his head to the side as he watched the two of them fondling each other. "Does God have a thing for lolicons?" he asked himself, looking down as Gabriella's bronze bikini top slid across the roof.

"Oh Luci!" Gabriella moaned lightly as Lucifer sucked on her breasts.

Ira did have to admit she was cute with that lustful look on her face. Wishing that he had brought something to sit on and a bucket of popcorn as he watched his grandmother's hand moved between Gabriella's legs. Fighting himself to not get hard as he watched his grandmother fingering the angel. "Damn, how kinky is he and his angels?" Ira asked himself, as Gabriella scurried onto Lucifer's lap watching that cute little ass of hers growing redder with every strike of his grandmother's hand. He felt his hand instinctively reaching down adjusting himself as he saw the sheer bliss on Gabriella's face.

"Yes Luci!" Gabriella moaned as she came. Whimpering in want as she felt two fingers hammering her angelic cunt. "Make me cum for you," she pleaded dreamily, as her angelic juices dripped down onto the roof.

"Father hasn't been visiting you has he?" Lucifer asked as her sister's folds gripped her fingers. Watching Gabriella shuddering as her finger rubbed along Gabriella's clit as she shook her head.

"Father spends all his time with the Seraphim, he has forgotten all about us," Gabriella said, nearly crying.

"I see," Lucifer said, looking to the Heavens, narrowing her eyes knowing her father was watching. Flipping him off as her cum covered fingers ran along her sister's ass. A warm smile rose on her lips as Gabriella gasped in surprise as her fingers slipped into her starfish.

"You're playing dirty Luci," Gabriella pouted, while her eyes held hunger in them as she felt those wiggling appendages in her ass.

"Well, I haven't seen my dear sister in so long, I simply couldn't leave that tight little hole alone, now could I?" Lucifer asked, feeling her sister's anus tightening around her fingers. Knowing it wouldn't be long before Gabriella would be coming from her ass. Licking her upper lip as she listened to Gabriella's quickening breathing.

Ira shielded his eyes as pure white light flooded the roof. He knew that could only mean on thing: his grandmother just made an archangel cum on the roof of his school. He began to ponder on just how weird his life had become to ever think something like this could ever happen. Although it didn't make the sight any less erotic.

"Now tell me," Lucifer said, her hand gently caressing her sister's ass. "Why are you on Earth, and what's your intentions with Ira?"

"We are curious," Gabriella said, moving to sit on Lucifer's lap. Taking hold of her sister's hands as her back leaned against Lucifer's chest, letting her explore her body as she did. "He doesn't act like the Nephilim of old."

"Are you here to kill him?" Lucifer asked, squeezing Gabriella's breasts hard.

"N-n-no, not so hard sister!" Gabriella cried out; her lower lip trembled as Lucifer rubbed the soreness away. "I just want to know why he doesn't. Why he acts so much like Raphaela? You do know the two of them are so much alike, at least in regards to those who have hurt them?" she asked, peering out the corner of her eye as Lucifer rested her chin on her left shoulder.

"Are you sure that is all you are here for? I would hate to have to kill you for trying to take my Ira away," Lucifer said coldly. Instantly her sword appeared in her hand as she blocked Michelle's blow.

"Holy shit! She's fucking hot!" Ira shouted into his mind. His eyes ran over her blonde hair as it floated on the air. Her heavenly face could put any of the top models to shame. The light of Heaven burned brightly in her golden eyes. His adams apple bobbed as her 38EE breasts swayed before bouncing against her chest. Her holy, polished, silver chainmail bra gleamed in the late morning light. Her toned muscular arms trembled as the two Titans stared at one another. His eyes ran down her toned abs, wondering how much that linen cloth hid from view as the tips of her wings teased the roof. Feeling his cock straining against his pants as he pictured what those powerful legs of hers would feel like wrapped around him.

"Unclean one!" Michelle hissed; her cheek twitched as Lucifer wore a smug smile. "I will cleanse this world of your taint!"

"Is that so sister?!" Lucifer said, narrowing her eyes knowing she was at a disadvantage.

Ira's eyes darted to and fro knowing he had to do something. No matter if she was the Devil she was still his grandmother. "No one picks on Luci, other than me," Ira muttered to himself. Yet the question remained; how he was going to do that without giving away that he had been spying on them. Sighing inwardly, calling on the chains of hell like he had done with Raphaela. He couldn't help his smile from forming as Michelle's legs and arms were wrapped in those hellish chains.

"What's the meaning of this!" Michelle cried out as she was pulled backwards away from her sister. "Release me Lucifer so I can smite you!"

"Why would I want to do that?" Lucifer asked, playing along when she too was confused as to who could have done such a thing and for what reason. Whoever it was, she owed them, for even she would have been hard pressed to get out of that position. Shoving her sister off her lap unsure that she hadn't fallen into Gabriella's trap. "Well sister," looking to the heavens knowing if she tried to kill Michelle her father would interfere once again, "it seems you got lucky this time," she said before disappearing in a flash.

"Sister!" Michelle howled as the chains still held her bound.

Ira let her struggle for a little bit more, more so, so he could watch those tits of hers bounce and sway in her struggle. His eyes zeroing in on the pale pink nipple that peeked out as the chainmail rose over her breast. Snapping his fingers disintegrating the chains back to the ether.

"Well, now we know Lucifer is protecting the boy," Gabriella said, her heavenly robe appeared over her body as she stood over her sister.

"Yes, but for what purpose?" Michelle asked, watching her skin heal from the touch of the chains that had eaten away at her heavenly flesh.

"I don't know yet, but the boy is interesting in person. I'll see what I can find out in the coming days," Gabriella said, her hand brushing along the back of Michelle's head as her arms wrapped around her waist. Shuddering as Michelle's nose brushed along her clitoris.

"You're still with us right sister?" Michelle asked, looking up at her, knowing how the two of them were so close before Lucifer's rebellion.

"Of course sister, I am still loyal to our father," Gabriella said, smiling down at her sister.

Ira had heard enough, fading back into shadows, he had things to think about, mostly on what to do about those two. If they were snooping around there was no way he was going to be caught off guard. Not with two archangels nipping at his heels. Instinctively rubbing the scar that Raphaela had given him. It was only because of his grandmother he was still alive. He knew if they teamed up he wouldn't stand a chance against three archangels; however, if he could somehow pick them off one by one then he might have a chance to see another day. He doubted his grandmother would back him up if it came to that. She was the Devil after all, everything he had read about her; she didn't do anything that wasn't to her benefit. No.

Shaking his head, in this fight he would be alone. He couldn't involve Vikki, Rita, Sue, or Alyda in it, they would be at a disadvantage when facing them, and that included Mor. He didn't want either one of them to die. Checking his phone noting the time. Chewing on his lip knowing he had already missed most of his next class. Wondering what use it would be to show up now, feeling his stomach rumbling as he pocketed his phone. Ira wasn't apprehensive about having a longer lunch period. Spinning on his heel, marching towards the cafeteria, knowing it was pizza day.

Ira sat in the shade on the picnic bench, the warm breeze flowing across the grounds of the school. Resting his right arm on his bookbag, taking a bite of his pizza contemplating on what he was going to do. Glancing up as the bell rang knowing how he had another thirty minutes to himself before he would have to get back to his classes.

"Ira!" His ears perked at the sound of Cybil's voice. "I hope you didn't miss me?" she asked, batting her eyes at him as she sat across from him. Pulling out her lunch from her bag, she had been waiting for this period.

"You better not go anywhere while I get mine," Beth purred, pressing her chest against Ira's back as she leaned against him. "Because I would be hurt if you just eat lunch with her," her eyes shot to Cybil as her arms wrapped around his neck. "I won't be long," she whispered placing a kiss on his cheek.

"What's the matter Ira? You seem lost in thought," Cybil said, as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"Oh, just something on my mind is all," Ira said offhandedly.

"Hey?!" Mark growled as he stomped towards them. "Cybil get away from that guy!"

"Oh?! Why should I?" Cybil asked, annoyance flooding her mind thinking Mark could dictate who she hung out with.

"He's not right..."

"Oh, you mean I'm not falling all over you and that tiny thing you call a cock, no thanks. I've got something bigger to fill me up now," Cybil purred, her tongue flicking against her teeth as she gazed lustfully at Ira.

"He's done something to Andrew, I know it!" Mark seethed, his finger pointing inches away from Ira's head.

"Who?!" Ira asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"Come off it Mark," Beth said, her hips swayed as she held her tray in one hand as she walked towards Ira. She hoped he liked how her breasts bounced since she didn't wear a bra. She wanted Ira to gaze unhindered at the shape of her breasts. "If anything happened to him, it was probably of his own making. Now way don't you go away," she said, shooing him away with her hand as she placed her tray beside Ira.

"You've done something to them, whatever it is I'll find out," Mark said hatefully, becoming unnerved by Ira's sinful smirk.

"Do have fun with that," Ira said, sliding his hand underneath Beth's ass, rubbing her slit so Mark could see just what he could do.

"I-Ira, not at... school," Beth said breathlessly. Biting her lip as she felt the fabric of her shorts parting her labia. Her thigh muscles trembled as she tried to hold back her climax. "So... why don't you leave," she said sternly, her nails scraped along the wood as Ira teased her clit.

"Can't you see he's brainwashed you!" Mark yelled, slamming his hand down onto the table.

"What's this about brainwashing?!" Kristen asked, interrupting them as she stood behind Cybil.

"Go away kid, can't you see we're talking here," Mark sneered.

"Sounds more like you're trying to force yourself on them when clearly they don't want you here," Kristen said, coming to the girls defense. Hiding her small chest from his leering eyes behind the books in her arms. Wondering if this would get her into his sphere of influence.

"Listen, I don't have time to explain this to a freshman," Mark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm eighteen you asshole!" Kristen shouted, causing those around them to stop and turn, wondering what was going on at that picnic table.

"See look at what you did, embarrassing this poor girl," Cybil said, placing a hand on Kristen's forearm. "You should be ashamed of yourself, tossing out accusations like that. Why don't you leave before you really embarrass yourself," she said coldly, narrowing her eyes at Mark telling him it was over and to move on.

"This isn't over!" Mark shouted, distancing himself from the table.

"Thanks," Kristen said shyly, hanging her head, appearing to be a shy teenager in a new setting. "Would you mind if I sit with you?" she asked, glancing up, her eyes falling on Ira. "You're the only one I know here,"

"Of course you can," Cybil said, patting the seat beside her.

"Thanks," Kristen said genially, feeling her cheeks heat. She had forgotten how man was always suspicious of newcomers. Even if they acted like they had evolved since ancient times, humans were still a suspicious species. "So have the three of you known each other long?" she asked, setting her books down onto the table while looking around the group.

"Since elementary, but it wasn't until recently Ira has gotten..." Biting her lip as her gaze turn sensuous, feeling her nipples hardening as her hand slipped into his lap.

"Mmmhmm, he's quite tasty," Cybil purred, running her right foot up Ira's leg.

"I see," Kristen said, wondering what Ira was going to do with them. From what they could tell he was only using them to keep himself fed. Wondering if she should break his hold on them to keep them from dying an early death due to his taking their lifeforce. Shaking the thought from her mind, that would give Ira cause to suspect her. That wasn't something she could do at the moment. Ira was still too much of an enigma that she hadn't puzzled out yet. If or when Ira becomes a threat to Heaven or Earth then, once he was dealt with, she would ensure those that have fallen under his hold would be set free. For now, it was best if she appeared to be a normal teenager. "So, since I just moved here yesterday, is there like anything to do around this town?" Kristen asked, hoping that was what teenagers these days asked.

"Well, there's the mall, the theater, there is this new coffee shop that's just opened up," Cybil said, her finger tapping her chin. Her eyes glanced over at Beth as her phone beeped within her bag. "If you've got somewhere to be, I'm more than happy to keep Ira company," she said, shooting Beth a coy smirk.

"Not on your life," Beth said defiantly, casting Ira a small nod to answer the text he had just sent. "Ira likes it when I'm around, don't you Ira?" she asked, rubbing her breasts up and down his arm. Letting him feel the heat of her skin through the material. Sticking her hand into her purse slyly forwarding Ira's text to Cybil. "Gum?" Beth offered holding out the small pack of Juicy Fruit.

"Sure," Kristen chirped.

"Will Ira Roderick please report to the office your ride is here." Ira turned in his seat as the intercom blared overhead. Confused as to who it could be, given he didn't know he was getting out early. Not that he was upset, after what he had just seen, he needed time to think of the problem at hand.

"Well, see ya," Ira said offhandedly. Grabbing his soiled paper plate and empty soda can as he shouldered his bookbag.

"Text me okay?" Cybil and Beth said in unison, a look of sadness in their eyes as they watched Ira disappear into the main school building that lead to the office.

As Ira rounded the corner of the hallway into the main concourse he was stopped in his tracks as Vikki, Sue, and Rita stood there, in the hallway, waiting for him. They were not who he expected to show up at his school.

"Hey, what's going on? Is Bridgett okay?" Ira asked, knowing Vikki wouldn't be there if she wasn't.

"Come Ira, and yes Bridgett is fine. We need to talk," Vikki said sternly. Her hands rested on her hips, her right index finger tapping her leg as her green eyes studied him. For two days he had skirted their questions. For two days he had been allusive about what had caused the scar on his chest. She herself kept the most important question to herself. It was that strange aura she had sensed two days ago, one that felt like she was staring at an angel. Yet it didn't make her skin crawl like the times she had fled from the ones she had ran into before. It felt more attuned with her own demonic energies, but it wasn't. Which perplexed her, she knew what his demonic side felt like, this other side of him felt far too powerful for a single demon to have.

"Your sisters and mother have some questions we want to ask," Sue said, taking hold of his right arm.

"And we are going to get answers, or you won't be leaving our house," Rita said, taking hold of his left.

"And they better be satisfactory," Vikki cooed, her body heated as she closed the distance between them. "Or my dear brother won't be feeling his hot sister's cunt wrapped around this until I do," she purred rubbing his groin. "And I'm sitting beside him on the way there," Vikki said, letting them know it wasn't up for debate.

"Vikki!" Ira huffed as she threw herself at him once they were in the car.

"You leave me alone all weekend, your sister is hungry for these lips," Vikki said, sucking on her lower lip as Rita pulled out of the parking space. "You can't play coy with me any longer Ira. I know you want me as well," her arms wrapped around his neck preventing his escape. Smiling bewitchingly as her breasts pressed into his chest, rubbing her mound against his left leg as she straddled it. Hoping he could feel the heat that was pouring off her sex that had been eagerly awaiting his return home. "Touch me Ira, touch my breasts they've been aching all weekend long," Vikki whispered in a wanton purr. Her breathing increased as she felt his hands running along her smooth skin, her eyes searched his as they neared her 38C breasts. Releasing a soft moan as his hands reached their destination. "Mmmhmm," she nodded as his thumbs rolled along her nipples.

"Sister you better not stain the seat, I'm not cleaning up your mess," Rita said, narrowing her eyes at her sister in the rearview mirror. It should be her in the backseat with Ira, not Vikki. She was the one that loved Ira the most. She should be the one that was getting felt up by him, not her sister.

"You had Ira to yourselves for two whole days," Vikki said, peering over her shoulder. "You like my tits don't you Ira?" she asked, her muscles trembling as her clitoris rubbed along his leg. Giggling softly when Ira rolled his eyes at her question. Her tongue rolled inside his mouth, feeling his arms wrapping around her before his fingers danced down her spine. Moaning into his mouth as his hands squeezed her ass. "That's it Ira; touch me to your heart's content," Vikki cooed from around his mouth. A mischievous glint sparked in her ruby eyes as her fingers slowly unzipped his pants. Her fingers guided his soft member out of his pants. Playing off that she felt the residue of someone else's mouth on his cock. She knew it must have been one of the women that had hurt him before. She never thought Ira would be so suited to this life. A smirk graced her lips as her eyes taunted him to watch as she sank down his body.

Her tongue ran along her lips as she was posed to swallow that growing rod. She had been craving this all weekend long. Her purr vibrated his cock as it slid into her hungry mouth. Loving how she could get a moan out of him. Her head slowly rose and lowered along his hardening member, her tongue swirling around his mushroom top, feeling it expanding as she sucked gently on it.

"Fuck Vikki!" Ira moaned, feeling his toes curl in his shoes as her forked tongue wrapped around his rod.

"Does my mouth feel good?" Vikki asked, knowing the answer. "Are you going to give your sister the treat she's been longing for all weekend long?" Loving how she could make those eyes of his to roll in the back of his head as her hand stroked his cock. Returning his cock back to her mouth, cradling his sack as she worked to bring his seed from the depths of his core.

"You better hurry Vik, we're almost home," Sue said, peering around the edge of the seat, wishing it was she that had Ira's cock in her mouth. She was pleased that it was she he had showed himself to first Friday night. How it irked their mother and Rita when Ira had her moaning as he fucked her into her mattress.

"Shit Vikki... I'm going to..." Ira warned seconds before his seed erupted into her hot mouth.

"Mmm, you're always delicious Ira," Vikki purred, her finger ran along her lip gathering up the drop of cum she had failed to swallow.

"Give me!" Sue said hungrily. She wasted no time sucking her sister's finger clean.

Sue pulled him out of the back of the car once Rita had parked in their driveway. Her grip kept Ira rooted, he wasn't going to be able to fly away from them, nope, not this time! This time they were going to get answers. She, like her sisters and mother, was worried that Ira had gotten into something that would prove fatal for him. This weighed heavily on her mind as she led him towards the front door of her home.

"Good, you brought him," Alyda said from the couch as her left leg rested over her right. Uncrossing her legs, flashing her son her naked cunt, before getting to her feet. "Now," her eyes flicked over to the door as Rita closed it, "you will tell us what happened to you," she said sternly, in a motherly kind of way.

"Got in a fight," Ira said matter-of-factly. Looking away as their eyes burned into him.

"Ira, just tell us, we know something had to happen to leave a scar on your body... demons don't scar," Sue huffed, her 36C breasts bounced as she crossed her arms casting Ira a look that told him they weren't going to take any half-assed answers this time.​