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Sighing, rubbing the back of his head, knowing he couldn't tell the whole truth. That would only get them hurt and he didn't want that. "Raphaela and I fought four days ago, she's the one that gave me the scar," Ira said, looking over at Sue.

"Who's this Raphaela?" Alyda asked, arching an eyebrow, knowing it had to be some high level demonic weapon to cause such a wound. Since Heaven had stopped coming down to Earth to hunt them down for the most part.

"An archangel." Gasps of shock rang out in Alyda's living room as the word left Ira's lips.

"How can you still be alive?!" Rita asked, taking Ira by the shoulders before throwing her arms around him. Squeezing him tightly knowing how lucky he was to still be here. "Don't you ever do something so stupid ever again!" she cried feeling her tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Couldn't be helped," Ira said, gently rubbing her back.

"Answer the question Ira, how are you still alive?" Vikki asked, concerned that she might lose him if he wasn't careful of where he went.

"Lucifer healed me," Ira said, trying to keep what they didn't need to know hidden. He couldn't risk them knowing he was a Nephilim. He didn't know how they would react knowing they were in the same room with a half-angel.

"Lucifer... healed you? Why?" Alyda asked, stunned. Never in her long life had she heard of the ruler of Hell doing such a thing.

"I don't know," shrugging his shoulders, "you'll have to ask her," Ira lied.

"Lucifer is a she?!" Rita, Vikki, and Alyda asked in shock.

"Yeah, didn't Sue tell you?" Ira asked, looking over at her.

"No... she certainly did not," Vikki said coldly, her eyebrow twitched, knowing Sue was holding out on her.

"What?! I was going to tell you," Sue stuttered, backing away from their burning looks. "It just slipped my mind is all. Ira kind of does that you know," she said, with a half-smile and a nervous chuckle.

"Well, that only means... Ira you need to be extra careful from now on. I doubt Lucifer will heal you again. So make sure you stay under Heaven's radar," Alyda said, sauntering up to Ira, her hands running up his chest as her 42DD breasts pressed into his chest. "I would hate for my darling son to die so young." Leaning in, her lips embracing his, tasting his warmth on her tongue.

Ira kept his agitation from showing when he felt her near. He couldn't say why he could feel her presence, yet he would take whatever help he could get with dealing with his aunts. First he needed to lead her away from their house. He didn't want them to get caught up in their fight if it came to that.

"Ira! Where are you going?!" Vikki called out to him as he walked towards the door. She knew he was holding back something; something that he had to keep secret -- Why? -- she wished she knew.

"Stay here," Ira commanded, bowing his head knowing this time he might not win their fight. "Whatever happens - don't help me! - I don't want you to die," he said, peering over his left shoulder. His ruby/gold eyes surveying them one last time just in case this was the last time he would see them. His Nephilim/demonic form washed over him as the door opened. "Hmpf!" Ira grunted as Raphaela swooped down carrying him off.

"Ira!" Rita, Sue, and Vikki cried out as they rushed to the door.

"Mom! Let me go Ira needs me!" Vikki pleaded with her mother as her tail kept her from going after Ira.

"Baby, I know how much you want to," Alyda said, fear flooding her body at what she had just felt. She knew none of them would stand a chance against it. "We would just get in Ira's way, and I don't want to lose my girls," she whispered, trying not to break down. Praying to Lucifer to give Ira strength to survive whatever had taken him from the stoop of her home.

Ira struggled as the blade of his sword pressed against the shaft of Raphaela's spear. His muscles strained as he stared into those glowing gold eyes of hers. Yet he didn't see the killer instinct in them like he had experienced firsthand two days ago. He had to get out of this before he ended up at even more of a disadvantage than he already was. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as Raphaela's foot sank into his gut, forcing out the air in his lungs, sending him flying backwards.

"What's wrong Nephilim, you had more strength the last time we fought. Don't tell me that was all for show, you're not some limp wristed half-breed are you?" Raphaela asked, taunting him, the point of her spear dipped low as those midnight wings of his flared out. A coy smirk rose on her lips as she watched those arcs of lightning racing across his feathers as Ira called on his powers. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as the blue flames that ran along the double edges of his sword flared. Giving her hand a few flicks telling him to bring it. Her hands gripped the shaft of her spear as Ira disappeared before her eyes. Her ears perked as she heard the vibrations between the realms. "Hppfff!" Biting her lip as it was her turn to be put on the defensive as she struggled to deflect his blow.

"Why are you here aunt? Surely you remember what happened the last time we tangled with one another?" Ira asked, trying to keep her off kilter. His tail moved around him, reaching up curling around the two inch piece of leather that hid her nipples. "Maybe I need to show you again, hmm?" Pulling it from her breasts, arching an eyebrow when Raphaela wore a smirk as her naked breasts jiggled.

"Foolish boy, you think I'd break down after exposing my breasts?!" Her left hook caught Ira unawares a roaring, crackling concussion thundered, filling the sky as the blow sent Ira flying.

"Fuck! That hurt," Ira muttered to himself, shaking off the daze, peering over his shoulder noting how close he was to the ground. Spying the secluded meadow nestled deep within the surrounding woods. If they were going to fight to the death then that would be the best place to fight. At least then no one other than them would get hurt.

"You saw them well enough!" Raphaela roared, the tip of her spear leading the way as she plunged down towards him. "Forgive me father, but this boy has me so..." Feeling her body become flush, her sex throbbing as she watched as Ira brought up his sword to deflect her blow.

"Shit..." Ira hissed, he looked down as he blocked her blow. The light of her own light arrow burned against his flesh. Howling in pain as he was sent sailing once again. Tree branches snapped and splintered as his body crashed through the canopy of the trees. Dirt and grass went sailing through the air as Ira's body dug a rut through the ground.

"Get up Nephilim we aren't done!" Raphaela growled, plunging her spear into the ground. Her sinews became taut as she clenched her fists, watching how Ira staggered to his feet. Those defiant eyes of his gazing at her as he wiped the blood from his lips. She could feel the linen cloth that covered her mound growing moist as his body healed itself. Her toned legs propelled her forward, leaping into the air, bringing down the force of Heaven into her blow. Dust, soil and rocks exploded into the air as the impact force of her punch caused a crater to form. Snapping her head to the left as Ira's shadow darted through the dust cloud. Spinning on her hand, her right leg moved at speeds no human could achieve. Her eyes shot wide as she felt his hands on her smooth leg. Yelping as Ira wrapped his arm around her leg, air rushed passed her ears as Ira spun her in a half circle, using the momentum to throw her into the wall of the crater she had just formed, her wings leaving their impression in the dirt, causing a soft cry of pain to escape her lips. She couldn't understand why their fight was turning her on so much.

Dodging his punch, using his strength to bury his hand in the ground, a sadistic smirk rose on her lips as she listened to his groans as she buried her fists repeatedly into his stomach. "You've seen me naked, it's high time you repaid the favor," Raphaela growled, her fingers gripped the collar of his t-shirt. The sound of the fabric tearing filled her ears as she ripped it from his chest. "You might have trained to use your sword, but you are a child, flailing around, when it comes to hand to hand combat," she said, placing her hand on Ira's shoulder, using her heavenly might to toss Ira backward, into the other side of the carter. Holding out her hand towards her spear, willing it to her. Pouncing on Ira, the shaft of her spear pressed down on his neck. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you?" Raphaela demanded her massive 36E breasts pancaking out from the sides of her chest as they pressed against Ira's rigid chest.

"What have I done to warrant death?" Ira asked, grunting, his muscles straining to keep her from crushing his windpipe.

"You're very existence is an afront to nature!" Raphaela tried to hide the lust she felt burning in her chest. Tried not to feel how wet her mound was getting as they stared at each other. Tired to ignore how her breasts felt as the heat of his chest soaked into them.

"Well, isn't yours?! Since you aren't technically alive either?" Ira retorted. His mind tried to focus on the problem at hand, yet the way her breasts felt against his skin took precedence in his teenage mind. He just couldn't stop his body from hardening at the feel of her womanly shape. However, what happened next completely took Ira by surprise. As if her spear had a mind of its own, it shot from Raphaela's hands into the northern wall of the carter. His heart raced as Raphaela planted her hands on either side of his face and his eyes shot wide as his aunt kissed him passionately. He could understand her wanting to rip his heart out, but not the hot, tongue filled kiss he was currently experiencing.

"You started this, you better take responsibility for it," Raphaela said lustfully, taking hold of Ira's left hand bringing it down, along her body, her golden eyes studied his as she placed his hand over her angelic mound. "You will take responsibility for making me this aroused, won't you Ira?" She had to admit she kind of liked the sound of his name rolling off her lips. Feeling the tip of his finger running through her labia. She had forgotten when her own father had last touched her like this.

"Wait I thought..." Raphaela's lips silenced his words, enjoying how his fingers danced along her slit. Her pearl white feathers rippled as the pad of his finger rolled along her clit. Her wings extended, watching how Ira shielded his eyes as she lifted herself into the air.

"Suck them clean," Raphaela said heatedly, the tips of her toes centimeters away from Ira's lips. Washing her feet in her angelic powers, ensuring that not a speck of dirt marred her skin.

"Do what now?!" Ira stuttered; his ruby/gold eyes glanced up watching the linen cloth fluttering between her legs as her toes wiggled.

"I said... Suck. Them! Or do you not want to fuck me like you proclaimed two days ago?" Raphaela asked, her right hand reached down undoing the clasp on the golden chain belt. Pulling the linen material from it, exposing her glistening cunt to Ira as the belt and cloth fell to the ground.

"Damn, how perverted is Heaven?" Ira asked himself, yet if she wasn't going to kill him Ira saw no harm in humoring her, although the thought of sucking on toes wasn't his form of kink. Nonetheless, if it was this or die? Sucking toes it is! Arching an eyebrow as he glanced up when his lips wrapped around Raphaela's right big toe when he heard her soft sensuous moans.

"Clean them all Ira," Raphaela demanded, wiggling her four other toes.

Ira watched how her body reacted, the way her hands moved over her body as his tongue swirled around those four little piggies. The way Raphaela moaned as he nibbled on her big toe.

"Yes! Clean them all Ira!" Raphaela whimpered, her fingers rubbing along her clit, her other fingers pinching her right nipple as euphoria flooded her body. Her back arched, the light of heaven erupted from her eyes, her angelic juices dripped from her mound striking the dirt below her. New green sprouts shot up through the soil as her juices brought life anew to the land.

Ira had to admit she was damn sexy as her arms hugged her chest, her head bowed, her chest heaved as she came down from her climax. His cock flexed as he watched her fingers running along her tongue as she tasted sex on them. Ira didn't hesitate when she moved her left foot to his lips.

"Ohhh! Mmm!" Raphaela loudly moaned as Ira's lips sucked gently on the left big toe. "That's it Ira make my pussy wet," she purred, her nails raked up her thighs, her eyes fluttered as his tongue rolled, licked and swirled around her toes. Her canal quivered as his teeth nibbled on her toes. Squeezing her breasts as her womb sent down a torrent of her hot cream. Her golden eyes gazed down at him as her toes left his lips. A sinful smirk rose on her lips as her shins pinned Ira's arms to the ground while her cunt stared down at him. Spreading her labia allowing her hot juices to drip down onto his face. "Look at this pussy Nephilim, look how wet you have made it," Raphaela cooed, watching his eyes as they surveyed her cunt. "Time to properly take responsibility for it," her fingers curled around tufts of his hair thrusting his face into her cunt. "Forgive me father, sisters, I can't help myself. I need this!" she pleaded as she looked to the heavens.

"How is your first taste of angelic pussy?" Raphaela asked, her muscles trembling as Ira's tongue ran through her honeydew laden lips. Her hips rocked on his face as her mind was flooded with sweet bliss. For far too long her cunt hadn't felt the touch of a man. For too long she'd had to sit in Heaven listening to the Seraphim moaning from the throne room. Breathing heavily thanking whomever it was that had taught Ira how to eat a woman. "Oh Father!" Raphaela howled, as Ira's forked tongue writhed in her hot peach. "Yes, use those demonic powers on my cunt!" she hissed, peering down at him as she rode his tongue. "I bet all those mortal women love it when you do that, hmm?"

Her raven hair cascaded down her chest as she peered over her shoulder, her nostrils flaring as she saw his cock straining the material of his jeans. Licking her lips, knowing soon that fat rod would be sliding through her lips. However, first, a more suitable place was needed if she was going to ride her nephew. She wasn't going to be fucked in the dirt, no, not her -- that was unbecoming of an archangel -- rising up from Ira's face. The tip of her finger pressed against the underside of his chin as she straddled his waist.

"Stand Ira," Raphaela commanded, a ravishing smile formed on her lips as his hands scurried to push himself up as the loose soil crumbled beneath them. Her golden eyes ran over his face. Watching his eyes as she reached over his shoulders, her hands running over his wings. Remembering how he tormented her with a simple feather. "Relax," she said reassuringly, as his eyes darted to his left as her spear flew into her hand. "If I was going to kill you nephew you would already be dead."

"Well, isn't that reassuring," Ira said sarcastically, his adams apple bobbed as Raphaela pulled him closer to her. Gooseflesh raced across his skin as her fingers lightly danced along his spine. The last thing Ira saw was Raphaela's coy smile as a bright white light flared from the tip of her spear.

Lucifer sat in her daughter's home, in her grandson's room, her finger running along her lower lip as she marked his computer chair in her scent. Her right foot rested on the lip of the chair as her mind went over what happened on the roof of Ira's school. Wondering how she could have been so foolish to fall into Gabriella's trap. She should have known it was when she felt Gabriella's presence on Earth. Bringing her left foot up to rest beside her right, Ira's t-shirt she had commandeered rose up as her tight mound peeked through her legs. Resting her cheek against her knees as her eyes gazed on the photo of Ira and a few of his friends that, as yet, hadn't betrayed him.

She wanted her grandson home. She wanted to crawl into his arms. To feel his body pressing against hers, to feel his hands exploring her body like her father's used to do. Her golden eyes darted to and fro as her lips pressed against her skin. Knowing that after going through all her allies, none could have kept themselves hidden from her. She knew it had to be Ira that came to her aid on the roof, since he was the only one that could hide himself from her and her sisters; and she prayed Ira never met the Seraphim. Even he wasn't strong enough to stand up to that order of angel. If she had to guess he was close if not on par with the Virtues. If she could keep Heaven off his heels long enough for Ira to truly master his powers.

"Ira?!" Lucifer's ears perked as she heard Bridgett's girlfriend's voice echo through the house as the front door slammed closed. She was only in her true form when she thought she would have the house to herself. "Ira let me know you're alright!" Her heart stilled when she heard Vikki's frantic plea. Ira's computer chair spun silently as she disappeared from his room.

"Where is Ira!" Lucifer growled taking Vikki by surprise, her hand squeezing her throat as she lifted Vikki off her feet. "I won't ask again!" Hellfire leaped from her pupils as Vikki's fingers pried at her hand.

"W-w-who... are... you?" Vikki gasped as she felt the woman's power crashing onto her body.

"Who do you think I am?" Lucifer asked, spreading her wings, the light of Heaven burning in her irises as Vikki struggled in her grasp. "Now, where is Ira?!"

"I don't know, something took him," Vikki said, fear racing through her body as she stared down into the eyes of one being she had only heard rumors of. Also, wondering why she was wearing one of Ira's shirts.

"Explain?" Crossing her arms below her breasts as Lucifer stared down at Vikki.

"I don't know what it was, but it felt similar to you, my lady," Vikki said, trying not to cower underneath those golden eyes of hers. She knew how rare it was for one so low in rank in Hell to be before the lord of that hellish realm. So she had to be strong not to embarrass her mother or her family. "I tried to go after them..."

"You would have been killed," Lucifer said coldly, "a simple succubus can't hope to stand against..." Closing her eyes, searching the world for her grandson. "Raphaela!" she growled angrily once she felt her sister's fading essence. Vikki's head shot up at the name that Ira had mentioned only to hear the flapping of wings and Lucifer was gone.

"Don't you die on me Ira!" Lucifer pleaded into her mind as she raced across the sky to the spot she last felt her grandson's presence. Her wings flapped as she felt the convex of their surging powers. Waving her hand through the air, watching the afterimages playing out as they battled one another. She could sense Ira's weakness due to his lack of sleep. Lucifer knew that was the only reason Raphaela appeared to have the upper hand in this fight. Turning to her left as she watched her sister's punch send Ira flying. Her wings thrust hard, propelling her down, as she followed Ira's flight path. Seeing the damage done to the canopy, her wings slowing as she glided down to the ground, her feet lightly toughing the blades of grass as she landed. Her eyes surveyed the freshly marred land, her gaze sliding down to the floor of the carter. Her eyes zeroed in on the fresh green sprigs of new growth that stood out in that barren hole. Knowing such spontaneous growth could only mean one thing. Arching an eyebrow, wondering at what Ira had done to cause her sister to cum. Yet the question remained -- Where was Ira? She knew her sister wasn't on Earth any longer, that much she could feel. Squinting her eyes focusing her will on her grandson. She had to find him. She had to know if Ira was alive or not. Her eyes shot open after minutes of searching the Earth for him and not a hint of her grandson could be felt.

"You couldn't possibly have taken him there, could you?" Lucifer asked the tiny blooming trumpet flower as she peered down at it. It was the only place in all creation, minus Heaven, that she couldn't peer into since her fall. Ever since she had tricked Gadreel into letting her into the garden God had closed it off to all but the heavenly host, once Adam and Eve were expelled. Her sinews became taut as her fingers curled into a fist. She knew she had to risk it to save Ira. He was far too important for her to lose. "Hold out a little longer Ira, I'm coming," Lucifer said, reverting to her natural form, her powerful wings unleashed a hurricane force of air as she lifted off the ground. It would take all her angelic strength to break into Eden, and her human form restricted her powers too much for her to save Ira. Her eyes narrowed in determination; her sword appeared in her hand as she breached the Earth's atmosphere. If space allowed sound to travel then the entrance to the garden would have sounded like a crackling pop, yet, as it was, silence was the only thing that filled her ears as she slipped between worlds.

Her wings propelled her faster and faster as she raced towards the sealed realm of Eden. The one place that still held the touch of her maker that man hadn't yet destroyed. Thrusting her sword downward into the fabric of that tunnel dimension as she felt her father's approach halting her advancement. Bringing up her sword, her left hand wrapped around the hilt below her right as she prepared herself to battle her maker.

"Hello Lucifer." A deep sinful male voice greeted her before he showed himself to her.

"Show yourself Father!" Lucifer shouted, her head on a swivel, her eyes darting around, her ears straining, thinking this was another trap setup by Gabriella.

"There's no need for hostilities between us now is there daughter?" God asked, his long, white flowing hair drifting behind him as the lights of the stars shined within those strands of hair. His golden eyes held power and mercy within them as he stared at Lucifer. His fine lips held a warm smile as he gazed at his fallen daughter. His white flowing robe laid open along his chest revealing his hard muscles earned from making all of creation.

"Tell me Father why I should believe that?" Lucifer asked, readying herself if he should attack.

"Because my dear, I have taken a liking to my great grandchild. Please come, watch," God said, gesturing to his right. A ten foot wide circle appeared revealing the image of Eden on its surface. "You have my word daughter I am not here to fight you. Although, could you go back to the form you use on Earth? It's very... delicious," he inquired, peering out of the corner of his eye. Smirking when he saw her cheeks heating. "You were always so cute when you did that," God stated as he turned his attention back to scene of Eden.

"Yes Father," Lucifer sighed.

"Where... are we?" Ira asked, once his eyes begun to clear. So in awe of the lush greenery, the silent beauty of the surroundings Ira completely forgot about Raphaela as she moved away from him.

"The garden," Raphaela said matter-of-fact.

"Wait?! You don't mean Eden -- the Eden?!" Ira asked in shock, as his head snapped towards her.

"Of course I do, did you think I would take you to some simple garden on Earth?" Raphaela asked, letting out a little chuckle. Spinning her spear upside down in her hand before plunging it into the rich soil. Her naked breasts bounced as her hips swayed alluring as she sauntered over to him. Her golden eyes hungrily drank in her nephew's form.

"But I'm a demon is it..."

"Shh... you're with me, if my father didn't will it we wouldn't be standing here," Raphaela purred sensuously, her left hand reached down rubbing Ira's hard bulge. Her right hand skimmed along Ira's left cheek, her fingers weaving through his hair as her lips neared his. Moaning into his mouth as she felt the heat, the flexing of his cock against the palm of her hand as she gently caressed his hard phallus. "Plus, you're more angel than you are demon Ira. You shouldn't always believe what my sister tells you," Raphaela whispered as their lips parted. "Do you like the feel of my hand on your cock, Ira?"

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded, biting the inside of his cheek as Raphaela's thumb kneaded the head of his rod.

"Do you want to know what my lips feel like wrapped around it?" Raphaela asked coyly. Feeling his pole swelling just at the thought of it.

"Oh fuck yes!" Ira stuttered. His muscles trembled as Raphaela slid her hand down the front of his pants. Her eyes held a devilish hunger to them as Raphaela stroked him off. Her tongue ran through her drying juices that marred his cheek. Raphaela's cheek brushed along his, her lips brushing along his ear as she whispered.

"Do you want to fuck your angelic aunt?"

"Mmmhmm, Mmmhmm, Mmmhmm," Ira nodded vehemently.

"Mmm," Raphaela cooed, resting her elbows on his shoulders, her fingers traced up and down his horns as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. "So eager to get inside my hot, wet, tight pussy aren't you?" she asked lustfully, her tongue curled out lightly teasing his lip as it did.

"No more than you are since you haven't stopped rubbing your clit against my cock," Ira shot back, a coy smirk graced his lips.

"Mmm yes," Raphaela tutted as she peered down. "We must do something about that," snapping her fingers beside Ira's left horn removing his pants, socks, underwear, and shoes in a cloud of smoke. Licking her upper lip as she glided her labia along Ira's stiff cock. Watching how he enjoyed the lips of his first angel, unaware that her sister had already beaten her to it. She wanted to taste her juices on his pole before her cream painted it in its many layers. Biting her lower lip, her nostrils flared as her labia parted as the heat of his phallus soaked into her canal. Her thighs trembled; her juices flowed coating Ira's cock in a light sheen of angelic dew. "I'm going to..." Was Raphaela's only warning as her hands latched onto Ira's arms, filling that garden in her holy light.

"My, just look at your sister," God cooed, as he watched his daughter's orgasmic juices dripped down onto Ira's cock. "Interesting shirt you're wearing Lucifer, do you always go out half-naked?" he asked, with a pointed look. Reaching behind her back watching how Lucifer looked to her left as his hand parted her ass cheeks.

"F-Father," Lucifer whispered as his finger teased her starfish. Whimpering as her anus gave passage to his finger. Feeling her nipples cutting against the fabric of Ira's shirt, she had restored it the moment her father asked her to take this form.

Her eyes cut back to the scene in the garden, her jealousy rising as she listened to her sister talking so lewdly to her grandson. "I think I need to taste this?" Lucifer heard Raphaela say. Equally annoyed when Ira was all too eager to have Raphaela's lips wrapped around his rod.

"I don't ever think I've seen this emotion in you before daughter," God said, turning her chin towards him. "Has the years in Hell changed you so much? You were never this emotional towards what or who your sister had an interest in," he said, noticing how her eyes quivered the deeper he sank his finger.

"I love my Ira, he reminds me so much of you, Father," Lucifer stated, biting her lip as her mound began to liquefy. "You know I never stopped loving you."

"I know daughter, but you needed to be punished," God said, a beguiling smirk rose along his lips at her whimper as his hand struck her ass. Moving around her, pressing her back against his chest. Listening to Lucifer's soft moans as his strong hands cradled her FF breasts in his hands. "Your disobedience could not go unpunished; do you know how much it hurt me to cast you from Heaven?" he asked, fondling her breasts while the tips of his index fingers toyed with her hard nipples.

"I never meant... to," Lucifer said, melting at the touch of her maker. She never thought she would ever feel her father's touch again. "I only wanted you to..." Whimpering loudly as his hand moved in-between her legs.

"I know, but you are also how I made you," God said, his lips wrapped around her earlobe as his fingers skimmed along Lucifer's clit.

"Father!" Lucifer cried out as her father took her over the edge. Rolling her ass along her father's groin, her muscles quaked as two of his fingers sank into her canal.

"I had nearly forgotten how wet you tend to get," God said, bringing his hand out from between her legs. Showing off how wet his hand was. His golden eyes flicked up as Raphaela begged his great grandson to fuck her as he came up from between Raphaela's legs. "Yes indeed, I definitely have to meet that boy," he said to himself.

"Father, let me feel you once again inside of me," Lucifer whispered in want. Her hand reached behind her, sinking into her father's robe finding the rod that had filled her so completely before her fall. Yelping in surprise as her father bent her forward. Her hands braced herself against the fabric of that dimension. Her nails scraped down it as she felt the weight of his meaty fifteen inch cock as her father squeezed her ass cheeks around it. She hasn't asked Ira to do this yet, because she knew if Ira grew his cock to her father's size, she would never allow Ira to leave her sight. God had made them so perfect to fit his huge rod that only he could truly reach the paradise of Heaven.

"Oh Father!" Raphaela howled in surprise unaware of Ira's ability to morph his cock to the desired length of the woman he was with. "You're just as big as Father is! Don't stop! Yes, yes, oh god yes! That's it suck those toes as you fuck me?!" God stood there watching as his daughter's body quaked as Ira held her legs to his chest while he pleasured her toes. "You weren't so big before, how is it that you're filling my pussy so completely?" Raphaela asked, in mystified want.

"I'm an incubus, I thought you knew that," Ira said, once her toes left his mouth.

"Does... that mean..." her fingers dug through the soil of the garden as his cock touched places her own father hasn't touched in centuries. "You can do that at will?" Raphaela asked, knowing if he kept fucking her so well it would make the orgasm he gave her earlier look mediocre in comparison.

"Pretty much, why?" Ira's eyes went wide as Raphaela quickly rolled him onto his back.

"Because nephew, now that I know this," Raphaela said, squatting over him with his cock still lodged within her wet, slick cunt. "I'm going to make it a habit to visit Earth, all so I can ride this cock whenever I want," she purred hungrily, plunging down on Ira's stout rod showing him how much better angels were than the mortal women and demons they had witnessed him fucking. Now that she knew she wasn't ever going to wait for her father to come to her. She wasn't ever going to be left wanting ever again when she had to listen to the moans of the Seraphim. Raphaela wondered if her other sisters would follow her lead once they learned of Ira's special skill.

"Father! Don't just watch, fuck me!" Lucifer begged wiggling her ass. "Fuck!" she hissed as she felt the head of his broad rod inching into her. "Please Father," looking over her shoulder, her eyes quivering with longing, "don't be gentle, I've missed you so much. Yes!" Lucifer cried out as God thrust the entirety of his cock into her molten cunt. "Yes Father! Fuck me harder!" The slap that fell on her ass echoed across time and space as God gave the Devil the pounding she so craved.

"Well Ira, how do you like that angelic pussy wrapped around your cock?" Raphaela asked, plunging down on his cock rapidly. Unlike humans she could sustain that position indefinitely. All she had to worry about was Ira cumming too quickly, and she wanted to enjoy this for as long as she could.

"Fuck your tight," Ira grunted as Raphaela's folds squeezed his cock tightly.

"It happens when you haven't..." her cheeks heated as she looked away. She didn't think her nephew needed to know how long it had been since her father took her to his bed.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Ira said, reaching up cradling her heavy, hanging breasts in his hands. Watching how she sucked on her lower lip as he teased her nipples. Feeling how her cunt tightened as he gave them a little tug. "Fuck..."

"Don't cum..." Yet it was too late, her mind went blank, her eyes glazed over as Raphaela felt her nephew's cum flooding womb. Then something marvelous happened, something she didn't know could happen; Ira's cock didn't shrink like she had watched so many mortal men's throughout the ages do once they had expelled their seed, oh no, Ira's cock remained just as hard as it was before, begging her to milk it once again. Leaning forward, her hands rested on either side of his head as her hips rocked rapidly. Raphaela wasn't going to allow her nephew to leave until he filled her with so much cum she could feast on it for days. "You like that hot pussy... cum again for me Ira. I want you to fill my womb so it will overflow with your hot seed," Raphaela growled hungrily before her lips claimed his.

Her wings began to flap as she lifted their bodies into the air. Feeling his hands gripping her hips as he thrust his cock hard and fast into her hot, wet, soiled cunt. Glancing out, watching the garden burst with new life as her hot juices fell onto whichever plant had the fortunate fate to be under her at that moment as they drifted through the air. Her skin began to take on a golden glow, columns of holy light began to shoot from the feathers of her wings. Her halo pulsated as the light of Heaven within it grew brighter. Raphaela could feel it building, it would only be a matter of moments before her orgasm hit. Unlike the mortals climax, with angels, their whole being exploded in orgasmic energy down to the very molecules that made up their bodies. "Shield your eyes Ira!" Raphaela cried out, thrusting her arms outwards, her wings fully extended. Holy light burst forth from her eyes and mouth as her womb detonated. Her hold on her physical form shattered. Her body becoming bits of golden light as they swirled around Ira. Triple rainbows hung in the sky above Eden as the light of Heaven shined down upon Ira.

"What the hell?!" Ira muttered as the swarm held his body aloft.

"Relax Ira," Raphaela's voice echoed inside his head, "this is an angel's natural form. Now I know every part of your body inside and out, just as you do mine." Her fingers, her toes began to reform racing up her forearms and shins. Her thighs gripped his hips as her mound materialized around his cock. The sun glinting along her smooth ass cheeks as it traveled up her spine. Raphaela's 36E breasts swayed as she draped her body along his, her nipples teasing Ira's skin before they pressed into his chest as she brought him into her arms. "You'll make me cum again won't you Ira?" Raphaela asked, purring, her lips curved into a sensuous smile as her fingers brushed softly along Ira's right cheek.

"You're not going to try to kill me again are you?" Ira asked, wondering if he would have to keep an eye over his shoulder for her.

"I might if you don't," Raphaela teased. Loudly moaning as Ira pulled his cock out from her sensitive cunt. Feeling how her juices and his cum came pouring out of her hot mound. Giggling inwardly as his strong wings flapped sending them back to the grassy knoll they had appeared on.

Peering over her shoulder, her finger beckoning him as she knelt on all fours. Her left hand running over her ass before giving it a light spank and a squeeze as she shook it at him. Her tongue curled out as she watched the bounce of his cock. Wondering if her father would forgive her for her future trips to Earth. Now that she knew, and had experienced what Ira could do, there would be no keeping her from experiencing his cock again. Her fingers dragged through the lush, green blades of grass as she felt his head running through her labia before knocking three times on her clit with his cock. Bowing her head as his broad head eased itself back into her wet dripping cunt. Her back arched and her golden eyes shimmered as Ira thrust his rod back into the depths of her heat.

"That's it, fuck your aunt, Ira," Raphaela panted. Listening to how her sex resonated with each withdraw and push of his hips. Resting her weight on her left hand as her right reached up to cup her breast. Toying with her nipple as Ira's cock glided through her wet folds. "Do you like how that ass bounces?" she asked, trying to keep her moans from interrupting her words.

"More so now," Ira said, leaving a red outline of his hand on her cheek as he spanked her ass. Arching an eyebrow at how her pussy tightened around his cock.

"Another please?" Raphaela begged, remembering the times her father did the same thing. Squealing in delight as she felt the sting of his hand on her left cheek. Biting her lip as Ira's hands squeezed handfuls of her ass as he hammered his cock into her. Gasping in surprise, her eyes wide as she peered back at him as she felt his saliva on her anus. Biting her lip as she felt his fingers wiggling inside her hot, tight ass. Nodding her head vehemently as Ira looked at her. She so desperately wanted to feel his cock stuffing her ass. "Punish my ass, Ira. Spread that hole open with that fat cock of yours!" Whimpering as he pulled out of her once again. Her heart raced as she felt his head pressing against her entrance. A sneaky smile spread across her face as she thrust backward taking Ira by surprise, engulfing his cock in one go.

"Oh shit!" Ira howled as Raphaela's ass squeezed his cock.

"Mmmhmm, Father used to fuck me back there. At first I didn't like it," Raphaela said, her breathing rapid, her body trembling as she rocked on his hard pole. "Mmm, so good!" she moaned as her ass milked his cock. "Now I love feeling a cock back there, and the look on your face tells me you like my ass too," blowing him a kiss gliding faster on his rod. She so wanted to feel his cum surging through her ass as it painted her walls in its hot, sticky seed.

"Fuck! Too tight! Going to..." Ira grunted, biting his lip trying to hold back the tide.

"Do it Ira! Cum in your aunt's ass! Let me feel that cock's yummy cum coating my ass!" Raphaela demanded in a wanton purr. Her body shuddered as she felt rope after rope of his semen flooding her anus. Looking back hurriedly as she felt his cock leaving her ass. Resting on her legs as her hand gently brushed along Ira's heaving chest. Smiling down at him feeling his cum dripping onto the grass as Ira rested his exhausted body. Throwing her leg over his waist, allowing the heat of her body to ease his as it pressed lightly against him. "Rest Ira, we will see each other again." Her angelic voice lulled Ira to sleep.

Ira felt his body bouncing on his mattress. Coming back to his senses, quickly sitting up, his eyes surveying his room, looking down his body at the clothes he had worn to school restored to their former grandeur. Falling back onto his bed, releasing a tired breath, glad he didn't have to worry about Raphaela coming back to kill him. Although he was apprehensive about fucking her again, rolling his tongue around his mouth, the taste of her toes still on his tongue.

"So tired," Ira groaned out loud. Wincing as his bedroom door flew open.

"Ira!" Vikki nearly shouted his name. Her legs carried her forward, her feet leaving the floor as she leapt onto him, crushing him in a warm, tight embrace. "Oh Ira, you have no idea how worried I was about you," Vikki whispered, burying her face into his neck inhaling his scent. Reassuring herself that Ira was indeed alive.

"Everything is okay," Ira said, his hand rubbing her back.

"No, Ira! Everything Is. Not. Okay! First you get in a fight with an archangel. Then Lucifer had to heal you for whatever reason that was. Then you get kidnapped by that same angel, and then I see Lucifer wearing your t-shit?!" Vikki said shrilly, hysterically, her ruby eyes staring into his. Tears forming in her eyes thinking that she might lose him forever. "Then I feel this aura about you that screams angel! Tell me Ira, what the hell is going on?!" She tried not to be hurt as he looked away. "Have we not grown close Ira?" she asked sweetly. "Have we not put away old grievances? Don't you know I... love you?" Vikki finally admitted out loud, her eyes quivering as a salt filled drop fell onto Ira's cheek.

"I can't."

"Why? Why can't you just tell me the truth?" Vikki asked, her lip trembling as her fingers curled around his shirt.

"Because I promised I wouldn't, and I don't want you, your sisters, or your mother to get hurt because of me," Ira said, his thumb softly brushing along her left cheek.

"Give me something Ira! I don't want you to die! How can I help protect you if I don't know what's going on!" Her palms drummed against his chest as she fought through his stubbornness.

"I don't want you to hate me," Ira said shyly. His cheeks heated to a light pink hue as Vikki's body stilled above him.

"Why would you think I would hate you? I won't know unless you tell me Ira," Vikki said sweetly.

"You have to promise me that Mom and Bridgett will never find out about this."

"Why?" Vikki asked confused.

"Because if they ever found out it would put them in great danger," Ira said, seriously.

"What do you mean danger, how could you telling me put them in danger?"

"It's because of what I am," Ira said matter-of-factly.

"How can you being an incubus put them in danger?" Vikki asked, struggling to see the danger he had mentioned.

"That's not all that I am Vikki," Ira said, taking hold of her hands, his eyes hardening as he stared up at her. "You have to promise me you'll keep this a secret from everyone! Even your family can't know what I am."

"Okay Ira," Vikki said, taking on a calm tone, steading herself for the truth he was about to lay bare. "Tell me what could be so dangerous that you must keep it hidden from very one?"

"I. Am. Nephilim," Ira said, allowing his angelic side to reveal itself.

Her hand flew to her mouth to contain her gasp as she stared into those golden eyes of his. "I knew it," her whisper escaped her hand, "I knew I felt an angel Friday. I never thought you would be a Nephilim." Her eyes darted back and forth knowing why he didn't need to feed as much as the rest of them. Then her mind flew to all the rumors and whispers she had heard about how Hell would love to get their hands on a Nephilim and the things she had read in the ancient texts about what her kin had done to them, all so they could gain access to the powers they wielded. Now she knew why he had asked to keep it a secret. Heaven and Hell wanted him. That was something she wasn't ever going to allow to happen. Ira was going to stay with her forever! Taking Ira by surprise, feeling his arms wrapping themselves around her as she passionately kissed him to allay his fear that she would have hated him. "Trust in me Ira, neither side will ever get their hands on you," Vikki whispered in determination as her lips left his.

"So, does Bridgett know how much you love me?" Ira teased.

"Mmmhmm," Vikki hummed rubbing her tight body against his. Her lips plucking at his as she rubbed her dancefloor against his groin. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, knowing the fight must have taken a lot out of him. "Why don't you get some rest Ira, and when you awaken you better be ready to make up for the three days I missed feeling you inside of me," she cooed lovingly. The backs of her fingers brushed along his cheek as his angelic essence faded from his eyes. "I will protect you Ira, I swear it!" Vikki swore to herself as she gazed on Ira's body as he rest soundly on his bed before closing his door in a soft kiss.

"What the hell?" Ira cursed to himself as he found himself back in that meadow. "This can't be... I'm dreaming... or am I?"

"I believe it's time you and I had a little chat Ira." A deep, sinful male voice spoke, startling Ira as he turned around.​