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"It seems your angelic half wasn't ready when you were turned into a demon, the sudden influx of the polar opposite that invaded your body roused your angel half, waking it prematurely. What you have been using is mostly your demon powers along with a slight touch of your angelic essence. What I just saw was..." Biting her lip, feeling her mound start to heat as her clit rubbed along his shirt. "A being so beautiful that there is no doubt you are Lucifer's child," Gabriella said sweetly. Pushing herself up, the slit of her robe slid open allowing the sides of her 30A breasts to be seen as the knot of the belt loosened. "Ira? Do you really think this small body of mine is sexy?" Remembering what he said when he got up from her attack.

"Yeah," Ira said, wondering how long she was going to sit on him. "Although I wonder how that tiny body could you know... handle that."

"This corporeal body -- or flux body if you like -- like all the others, was made to handle our father's size. Since angels don't need to eat we have no use of the organs that make up your body," Gabriella said, laying her hands on his chest. Feeling the angelic essence within him beginning to harmonize with hers. "Our essence is housed here," laying her hand over her heart, "when we take on these forms. So when our father fucks us, our two spirits are joined... here," her nails dragged down her skin as they moved down the valley of her breasts stopping beneath her sternum. "Then a spark of our essences leaps, from one to the other, hence you will get what you experienced with Raphaela: Our true orgasm," Gabriella purred, sucking on her lower lip, rising to her knees allowing Ira to gaze at her light pink labia as her finger trailed further down her body. "Look how wet this little pussy is Ira," she said in a wanton whisper. Spreading her lips letting him see how her juices dripped out of her neglected cunt.

"You attack me, kick me in my nuts, and you think we are going to fuck?! Have you lost your mind!" Ira growled trying to push her off so he could go home. However, Gabriella's essence pressed down on him keeping him rooted to that spot.

"I said I was sorry Ira," Gabriella pouted in the most cutest of ways. Her cheeks were flushed, her golden eyes quivered, her lower lip trembled as she silently pleaded for his forgiveness. Smiling inwardly when she saw how Ira looked away bashfully. "With Nephilim they are bred as warriors, the only way to truly draw out your angelic half was to fight you. I understand it was a dirty trick I did to this," reaching back lightly rubbing Ira's manhood. Her hunger flared in her eyes as she felt the heat of his manhood on the palm of her hand. "But would you have stopped if I had asked?" Gabriella asked, leaning forward once again allowing her robe to fall open displaying her small firm breasts to him.

"Probably not," Ira sighed. Trying to keep his eyes on hers and not on those button size pink nipples of hers. The incubus side of him wondered what those little buds would taste like on his lips. How would she move when his tongue ran over them? What kind of cute sexy moans would escape those soft sweet lips of hers when he did?

"See?! I know it was wrong but I had to know. It was annoying me that I couldn't find the answer on my own," Gabriella said, slipping two of her fingers into her hot canal coating them in her angelic honeydew. "Taste me Ira and tell me you don't want to taste this pussy of mine." Holding her fingers to his lips. She knew all about incubi, she had destroyed plenty of them to know they couldn't resist the smell of hot pussy juice. A smug smile formed on her lips as Ira's mouth wrapped around her fingers, feeling his fork tongue licking, swirling around her fingers as he sucked them clean. "I know you ate my sister out, so does my angelic pussy taste better?"

Ira knew a trap when he saw one. "Yes," he lied. He was already at her mercy. He so wasn't about to get his face blown off. He just didn't tell her Raphaela was a tad sweeter.

"Then," pushing her robe off her shoulders displaying her naked body to him, "you wouldn't mind tasting it from the source?" Gabriella asked, tossing her robe off to the side. Looking off to the right at the sounds of the patrons of the fair as they talked and laughed while they walked to their vehicles. Even though they were hidden by the underbrush bordering the very small clearing she had forced him into, that didn't mean she wanted to be heard. Neither did she want Ira to be rounded up by the human authorities because of what she looked like to them, raising a barrier to shield them from outsider's unwanted eyes and ears. Turning her body around so Ira could gaze as her tight little ass. "Now let's get that cock out of there, why don't we?" Gabriella purred in lust. Her ass wiggled in the delight of what was coming. Releasing her hold on his body, she wanted to feel his hands on her body. It was God's decree that she was to lay with him, even if he said they had a choice, she knew an order when she heard one. Her back arched, her head shot back, her tongue curled out, and her eyes went wide as she felt the strike of his hand on her ass.

"Another," Gabriella moaned in want as she felt the sting of his hand on her left ass cheek. Another four fell upon her taut backside causing her to cum unexpectedly. "Look at what you did Ira," she said, running her hand along her stomach, over her mound before spreading her wet lips for him. "See?!" Feeling her hot nectar leaking out of her hole before running down over her clit. "I think you need to clean it up," Gabriella said, thrusting her pussy down onto his mouth before he could utter any form of protest. "Mmm, yes, get that tongue up inside your aunt's pussy," she purred wiggling her hips. "Now," licking her lips as she stared down at his covered cock. She knew he had fucked his mother twice already today. She just hoped there was enough for her to swallow deep in those balls of his. She always wondered what this would feel like as she undid the snap of his jeans, lowering his zipper, the scent of his cock drifted up to greet her. She had to say; undressing a man did add some excitement to what they were about to do. Once the barrier of cloth had been shoved down to his knees, her heart hammered in her throat as she stared down at the cock; it was too small to give her what she needed. Her fingers curled as her body shuddered, whimpering as Ira's tongue danced so perfectly in her cunt.

"Grow you," Gabriella said, poking the head of Ira's pole with her fingernail. Her eyes shimmered in hunger as she watched that hard rod of his growing before her very eyes, she couldn't help herself, the sight of Ira's cock reminded her so much of her father. She could hear him moaning from around her cunt as she licked along every inch of his cock. She now realized what her sister was going through when she decided to break Michelle's order and seek Ira out. She knew, once word about Ira spread throughout Heaven, there would be no keeping the Heavenly Host in their roost. For now, it was decided, that until they all had a taste of what Ira could do and how good it was only then they might tell the rest of their sisters. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as she was posed to swallow that mammoth beast. Her lips wrapped around his head, swirling her tongue around it teasing Ira to no end. Then slowly, gradually she inched herself down the last fourteen inches. Gabriella could never understand how mortal women did this with suffocating. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her fingers ran along her neck feeling how his cock bulged out her throat. Her father loved it when she did this for him. She hoped Ira liked it too. She knew he was definitely going to enjoy what came next.

It was as if Gabriella had an automatic turbo switch in her neck as Ira felt her gliding along his rod rapidly. He tried not to focus on how weird God's little kinks were, and how he seemed to mold his angels to suit whatever sexual desire he had, yet that didn't stop how sublime his cock felt at that moment. His hand squeezed Gabriella's ass cheeks as he felt his balls tightening. Arching an eyebrow at her muffled words, she too must have felt that he was about to cum. His curse was silenced by her hot cunt as he came down her throat.

"So that's what a mix breed tastes like," Gabriella cooed as a string of saliva anchored her lips and his cock together. "I like it," peering over her shoulder, "it seems you like my angelic cunt as well," she giggled feeling how wet his face was from the two orgasms he had given her. However, the real treat was waiting for her to climb onto that massive pole. Watching how he spat out her juices, she was a little hurt by that, then again, she did just attack him so she should have expected some animosity from him. "Maybe... soon he would swallow it like he did with Raphaela," she thought to herself. Hanging her head, this wasn't going the way she had planned. While yes she needed to fight him, yet he fought Raphaela and still he touched her so sensuously. Was she so unworthy? A tear fell from her eye knowing she could never measure up to her sisters. A gasp escaped her lips as his arms slowly wrapped around her. Glancing out the corner of her eyes as her back pressed his chest while she straddled his lap. His slick cock rubbing along her stomach as he did. "You hate me don't you?" The question was but a whisper on her lips.

"Hate? No. I dislike being kicked in the balls, just like every other mortal man does. But I don't hate you, kind of have to know you a little better for that to happen," Ira said softly into her ear.

"Then why? Is it because I have small breasts, and an equally small body? Is that why you didn't swallow my..." Turning her head feeling her face burning in embarrassment.

"There's only so much I can swallow all at once, you do realize how much this," his left hand reached down between her legs patting her dancefloor, "flooded my mouth right?" Ira asked chuckling, he had to admit Gabriella was actually cute when she got all shy like that. "And I don't see anything wrong with your breast," he said, cradling her small orbs in his hands. "They're so nice, soft, firm, and perky." Feeling her body tremble as the pads of his fingers rolled her nipples around her matching areolas.

"Y-y-you actually like m-my breasts?" Gabriella asked in stunned disbelief.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I, they fit your body perfectly. If you were bigger you wouldn't look right with them."

"T-thank you," Gabriella whispered. Her ear length raven hair spilled out before her hiding her very bright red cheeks. Only her father had praised her small bosom, unlike the rest of her sisters. "Ira, I am really sorry about the kick."

"Let's not worry about that right now, alright?" Ira muttered. His eyes darted down as he watched as she stroked his cock against her stomach.

"O-okay," Gabriella said weakly, her eyes just couldn't look away as his one eyed snake stared up at her. Without thinking, rising up on her knees, the head of his cock glided through her moist labia. A shuddering moan rumbled from her lips as she slid down Ira's cock. She couldn't believe how good it felt.

"Fuck!" Ira hissed as Gabriella's tiny cunt squeezed the life out of his cock.

"You're so much like Father," Gabriella sighed in heavenly delight. "Please play with me," she whispered in want as she rested against his chest. Her golden eyes pleaded with his to touch her body like he had done with Raphaela. Her whimper filled that small clearing as Ira fondled her breasts. A lustful moan emanated from her lips as Ira tugged on her nipples.

"Did you always do this?" Ira asked, before nibbling on her left earlobe.

"Mmmhmm," Gabriella nodded slightly. Feeling her sex coating every inch of his hard pole as she rocked her lips. Reaching up taking hold of his hand, bringing down to that one spot that would forever connect them. "Can you feel it? Can you feel the spark that connects us?" she asked, her eyes held the satisfaction of past desires finally fulfilled.

"Yeah." In all honesty, it just felt like a very warm spot to him.

"Close your eyes, don't feel with your hand, feel with your mind. Feel me with your angelic side Ira," Gabriella stuttered, knowing it wouldn't be long. Soon she too would finally know the release of want that has been building for the past six hundred years. Her eyes studied his face as Ira closed his eyes.

Ira had no clue how he was supposed to feel her with his mind. Then, out of the blue, he felt something; it was too quick to see yet he knew where it was. Then suddenly his mind expanded, he tried not to look away as her angelic essence burned brightly in his eyes. However, it wasn't only hers that burned in his eyes, turning his hand over and over again, amazed at what he was seeing. He could instinctively tell which one was the angel, demon, and human part of him as all three swirled in a mix of... "What was that?!" Ira asked himself as his mind caught a flash of something deep within him. Still partially slumbering yet eager to awaken if given the right call. "Was that what she meant that I haven't truly awoken yet?" he asked himself once again. However, Gabriella's gasp of euphoria brought him out of his meandering thoughts as his eyes flew open.

"Oh yes Ira, play with me some more!" Gabriella cried out.

It would seem while he was inwardly searching himself his hands had a mind of their own; touching her, fondling her, gently rubbing her clit as she bounced on his cock.

"I'm going to cum Ira, stay with me, please?!" Gabriella asked, not wishing to be alone ever again.

"I hadn't planned on it..." As soon as the words left his lips her body exploded in a cloud of silvery light. "Beautiful..." Ira whispered as Gabriella danced around him.

"Thank you Ira," Gabriella said, her essence took on a light pink hue as her vibration changed.

Tilting his head to the side, "Is she blushing?" Ira asked himself. As he pulled up his pants. "If there's a tick on my ass she's so removing it."

"Close your eyes and gaze upon my true form," Gabriella whispered in his ear as she floated by him.

As he closed his eyes, the land around him was brimming with life. It seemed to him the earth itself was gutty with glee as he watched Gabriella dance through the air. Her spectral form gliding through the air with ease. Preforming piers: étendres, relevers, glissers, sauters, élancers, tourners as she danced around him, stopping before him. Bending down her ethereal fingers brushed along his jaw as their lips touched.

"Thank you Ira for giving me this," Gabriella cooed as their lips parted. Rematerializing in his lap, pressing her breasts into his chest wondering when she could see his true form as her finger twirled a stand of his hair around her finger.

"So does this mean you'll stop spying me in class?" Ira asked, smirking when Gabriella grew still in his lap. "What? Did you expect I didn't see you standing on the roof of my school?" Feeling her jump in his lap, her fingers clutching onto his shoulders as his hand lightly spanked her ass.

"Please." Gabriella's cheeks heated as she bowed her head. "May I have another?" she asked, with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Answer the question first," Ira said sternly. He thought if he was a tad more assertive then... well he didn't rightly know what to expect, yet it seemed to him Gabriella was into that to that kind of thing.

"I can't, you are too much of a threat to us and this world to simply allow you to wander freely. I'm... sorry," Gabriella said the last part in a whisper.

"Well, I can't blame you. You are what you are, just as I am," Ira said, gently rubbing her back, trying not to focus on how smooth, how soft and how captivating her skin felt under his touch. A slight smile formed on his lips as he produced a little squeak out of her.

"Can we stay like this for a little bit more? It's been so long since I've been held like a lover," Gabriella sighed, resting her cheek against his chest. Feeling safe in Ira's arms as he held her close.

After Gabriella had seen him home, Ira immediately crashed face first onto his bed. His left hand reached up, and then his right, pulling himself toward those down filled pillows. Where he could finally know peace for at least seven hours. Little did Ira know of what was taking place in his very own home.

Having put everyone to sleep, Vikki crept towards the back door where Mor awaited. With her delivery of the belt, Vikki had a pact to fulfil, and she wasn't the type of demon to renege on a deal. Even if it might bring the curse that followed after Mor's kind to fall upon Ira's home. She just prayed Mor was serious about not bringing that upon Ira's head. Mor only tolerated her because of what they both were. Mor didn't have feelings like her and her family or Ira for that matter. Although with Mor taking Ira as her mate, it would probably keep lesser demons away from him. In her true form none other than the highest-level demons would dare take her on. Vikki was banking on her desire to keep Ira to herself to keep him protected from Hell and Heaven if they ever showed themselves. Sighing in her mind at her mother's words. She knew what she felt that day and she knew she wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing, other than to get herself killed. She just prayed, someday, she would be strong enough to fight beside Ira so he wasn't alone.

"Mor?" Vikki whispered as she opened the door. The cool air of the night flowed past her as her eyes looked for her.

"Mor is here Vikki." Mor's cold emotionless words floated over her as Vikki turned her head to the right. If she didn't know better she would have said Mor's words held a sexual hunger underneath her cold tone. "Mor is pleased to see you honoring our deal," Mor said, a blood-red ruby flashed in the weak artificial light as it bounced slightly against her chest. Her black soulless eyes glinted evilly; her sinister smile spread across her lips revealing her needle-like teeth. "Mor knows it's tacky, Mor still knows a good idea when Mor hears it," her pale fingers ran diagonally across the surface of the stone. "While not as strong as the one you had Mor fetch for you, I, however, don't have a problem with killing pesky little humans if my mate has a need to feed," Mor said callously, her hips swayed as she approached the steps of the back porch. "Now will you let Mor in?" she asked, her hands resting on the bottom post of the stair handrail. Her eyes burning with the fires of Hell, waiting to be unleashed if Vikki broke their deal as she stared up at the succubus.

"Of course Mor, we did have a deal and you upheld your end of it," Vikki said, noting how Mor's fingernails raked down the two-by-four railing eagerly waiting on her to speak the words. "Please come in," she said, opening the door wider for her, gesturing for her to enter.

"Very good Vikki. Mor always liked you. So good to see someone keeping their end of a bargain," Mor said in a friendly manor. "Now where are the other humans that service Mor's mate?"

"In the living room, you don't have to worry about them. I'll see to it you aren't interrupted for the hour, after that you have to leave, understood?"

"You're terms are agreeable," Mor nodded. "I do hope that belt works Vikki and you can feed Mor's mate. Mor has such big plans for us." Climbing the stairs knowing exactly where she was going. She could smell her mate on the air, and she couldn't wait to have another taste of him.

"I bet you do," Vikki said, narrowing her eyes at the demon's back knowing, if she posed a threat to Ira, she would have to find a way to deal with her.

Ira's bedroom door was slowly pushed open. Her inverted cross earrings swayed and bumped against her pale skin. Her face was half-hidden in the shadows that played across his room as the moon shined through the window, revealing her small left horn that protruded from her raven hair. Her black eyes gazed upon Ira as he slept on his bed. A soft smile lifted her blood-red hued lips as she felt the power that came off his body. She knew their offspring would become the one of most powerful demons the underworld had ever seen.

Her lace glove covered hands rested on the doorframe, the thin spaghetti straps of her black dress ran along her shoulders, down her chest, the micro-thin material ran along her 36B breasts creating a wide 'V' allowing a great portion of the sides of her breasts to be viewed. Two black, inch-wide, leather belts were wrapped around her midsection. Their silver buckles shined in the weak lighting as those silver rays struck the metal. The same spider lace that covered her hands lined the sides of her dress allowing one to view her smooth shapely pale legs while the same material that made the upper part of the dress shielded one from viewing her mound and ass. Her forked tongue flickered out as she pictured what their children would be like.

Her fingers trailed down the wooden frame as she stepped into his room. She could feel the soul of the man she had killed burning inside the gem. She wasn't about to let Vikki out place her. Ira was her mate not Vikki's! Unlike Vikki, she would do whatever was needed to ensure her mate had everything he needed. Closing the door, she wasn't about to be interrupted, not tonight.

Reaching up, pushing the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Her gloves soon followed it. Feeling the fabric of the dress cascading down her body before pooling around her feet. Her teeth ran along her lip as her hands ran up her stomach, cradling her breasts, her fingers toying with her pale pink nipples. Her feet glided across the floor. Pulling down his covers, her eyes savoring the sight of Ira's near naked body. Lifting her knee to the bed, eager to feel what it was like to be on one when her mate was below her. Her fingernail transformed into a razor sharp talon cutting through the sides of his underwear with ease. Tossing the ruined cloth across the room. She knew she couldn't take his root into her mouth without causing Ira pain. That wasn't something she was going to do to her mate. Mor only did such a thing when she was going to bite it off when whomever thought she was a weak defenseless mortal woman. Her right hand hovered over his soft cock, using her demonic powers to awaken it from its slumber.

Turning her head as she heard his soft moans. A satisfied smile graced her lips as she sat on the backs of her legs. A purr rumbled in her chest as she watched his rod grow to her favorite length. Her tongue flickered out as his muscles danced as her hand ran up the length of his fourteen inch cock.

"Good evening Ira," Mor purred as his eyes gradually opened.

"M-Mor?" Ira said, groggily. "What are you doing here?" His fingers curled around the sheet as her hand danced along the shaft of his rod.

"Mor is here to take care of her mate," Mor said sternly, throwing her leg over his lap. Running her labia along his rod so he could feel the pussy that was always going to take care of him.

"Oh god," Ira moaned as Mor's folds engulfed his cock.

"Yes Ira, enjoy the feel of Mor's cunt. Doesn't it just feel sublime around that hard cock?" Mor asked, her voice carried the hint of her need. "Do you like it?" Leaning over him as her hips rocked on his hard phallus, allowing the gem to sway before his eyes. "Go on, feed Ira, take as much from it as you want. Mor did get it just for you," Mor cooed. Her fingers danced down his cheek as the head of his cock caused a bulge to appear on the surface of her stomach.

Ira looked at Mor quizzically. Sure, he could sense the soul within the gem, yet the question remained; could he actually feed like that? He could use a little boost given how tired he was. He knew it would go a long way to restoring what energy he had lost over the past few days.

"That's it Ira, take as much of it as you want," Mor said, watching how he drew upon the life force of the soul within the gem. Smiling evilly when he had consumed half of it without releasing it. "Now that you are fed, Mor has another fifty minutes to experience her mate." Pushing herself up, her hands resting on his stomach bouncing hard on his stiff rod. "Touch Mor, Ira. Touch all of Mor's body!" Mor demanded. Laughing madly as she listened to his moans while he fondled her breasts.

Once again Ira was faced with the one class he hated most. Sighing irritably as the coach's voice rang out in the locker room berating them to get a move on. Wondering if Raphaela was here today. What Gabriella had told him had plagued his mind all day. How was he to tap into whatever it was she saw last night? Ira wished there was a handbook on how to be a Nephilim. He could even imagine what the title would be 'How to be the best Nephilim you can be', chuckling to himself at how corny that sounded in his mind. Once he exited the locker room, a small smile formed on his lips as he saw Raphaela standing beside Coach Burns. Wearing the same gym get-up she had on from yesterday. She was right; he so couldn't look away from her breasts.

"Coach!" One of the boys called out when the whole class was present.

"What is it?" Coach Burns asked, looking up from his clipboard as he took attendance.

"It's not fair that Ira gets private lessons, we should know what these lessons are."

"Hmm... you do have a point. I am too curious as to why Ira gets this special treatment, he's never really shown any spectacular skills in any sport. Therefore it begs to reason why he would warrant such attention," Coach Burns said, slyly ogling Raphaela's body from the corner of his eye.

"I see," Raphaela muttered, "then a demonstration will satisfy you?" she asked, with a pointed look at the man.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble," Mr. Burns said, trying not to cower from the look in her eyes.

"Ira! To the mat!" Raphaela barked. Her breasts bouncing as she placed her hands on her hips. A slight smile graced her lips at Ira's groan. "Now kids, what you are about to see do not perform this at home without an instructor present. What you are about to see is very dangerous." With her warning given, turning on her heel matching her stride with Ira's as they headed towards the training mats.

"Holy shit! Did you see that?!" Exclaimed one student as Ira took a punch squarely on his jaw, only to counter with a knee to Raphaela's gut. A few winced as the sounds of their full on punches, kicks, knees, and throws reached them.

"That's enough Ira," Raphaela said, holding up her hand as Ira was posed to launch into the second strike form she had taught him yesterday. "I hope that satisfies your curious minds."

"You still think you'll ever touch those?!" Ira said in a sotto voce. The stunned silence was so complete his low voice slapped every one of the boys in his class, like one of the punches he and Raphaela had been throwing, putting each of them in their place. Yet something in the back of his mind was trying its best to worm its way to the forefront. His nails cut into the palms of his hands knowing he couldn't lose control in front of everyone.

"Yes... that will do," Coach Burns nodded, noting how Ira wiped the blood from his lip. "Alright class the rest of you outside! It's soccer today!"

"Ira! Here!" A fiery redhead bounded up with a Kleenex in her hand. "That was badass!" She whispered before joining the other students.

However, once everyone except him and Raphaela were gone Ira fell to his knees, unable to hold back whatever was trying its damnedest to break free. Lightning leapt from his eyes before the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes; his human form burned away revealing what he truly was. His wings unfurled as those blue-white arcs of lightning raced across his feathers. His tail thrashed against the mat as he fought to hold it back, yet he knew he was failing.

"Ira!" Raphaela shouted, her eyes going wide as his angelic light flared from his eyes as he tossed his head back. "Relax I got you," she whispered as her arms wrapped around him, teleporting to a place where he wouldn't cause damage to his surroundings. High above his high school her wings flapped in a hurry. She could feel the burning of his energies on her skin as she held her nephew close.

"Get away from me!" Ira yelled, kicking Raphaela away from him. It felt like there was a miniature sun inside of his chest and it wanted to blow him to juicy, bloody bits.

Darting upwards into the air, reverting to her true size, her massive forty-foot wings slowly flapped as she hovered twenty feet away from Ira should she need to contain his powers. Her spear materialized in her hand should Ira become a threat. Squinting her eyes at the bright light that began to shroud Ira's body.

"I thought this would happen," Gabriella said, appearing on her sister's broad shoulder. Her tiny frame dwarfed by her sister's twenty-foot tall form.

"Explain sister?" Raphaela asked, her eye darted down to her right. Watching how Gabriella's feet kicked, her eyes eagerly watching the sight before them.

"He's awakening," Gabriella said matter-of-fact.

"What! That's impossible, he already did," Raphaela said, aghast at what her sister was telling her.

"No, that was a false awakening. What we are about to see is what our nephew truly looks like," Gabriella said, a smile formed on her face as she peered through the shroud of light.

"AAAAAAAH!" Ira cried out as his body began to change. His arms and legs swelled with muscles, bones popped and reformed as they grew to support his new form. His chest expanded and doubled in size as his body lengthened to a measure of twelve feet. His horns uncurled and snapped as they morphed into a new shape. Curving slightly upwards from his temple, running up a foot ending in a spike after his horns branched off to curve into a reverse 'C' shape. His short white hair grew and grew until those snow-white strands floated on the air. A whoosh of air sounded over his head as an intense fire flamed into existence forming the halo that floated between his massive horns.

Raphaela raised her left hand to shield her sister from the hurricane force of wind his wings gave off. "No!" she muttered in awe and fear as she watched his twenty-foot wings begin to glow. "Impossible!" The word left her lips as another pair of wings revealed themselves as Ira fully reached his potential.

"Well, this is the first Nephilim we have allowed to get this far sister," Gabriella said, her eyes savoring the sight before her. Her thighs rubbed together as she stared into those shimmering golden/ruby eyes of his. Watching how his demonic energies caused a red haze to form over his irises.

Raphaela's muscles trembled in fear as she felt the power that was coming off his body. She knew if they fought they would lose badly. Not even with the help of her other sisters would they ever hope to match his strength. How she prayed that day would never come.

"What the...!" Ira muttered in shock as he stared at his changed body.

"Sexy little body you have there nephew," Gabriella cooed as she floated in front of him. "See this is your true angelic form minus the horns and the demonic essence that taints your being." Swiftly flying to his shoulder, her ass wiggled as she took her place on his right shoulder. Her hand latched onto his earlobe as she rubbed her mound against his skin. Wishing he would take her once again. "Sister!"

"What is it Gabriella?"

"How would you feel about being a test dummy?" Gabriella asked, a mischievous grin creased her face when it appeared her sister didn't like the idea of that. "Go get her big boy," she purred into his ear.

"Hmpf!" Raphaela grunted barely bringing up her spear in time to block his blow. Her arms trembled knowing if she didn't hold out that flaming sword of his would find a home in her body. Taking a dry swallow as she stared into those glowing eyes of his. Then fear began to swell in her own as Ira began to push her back with a simple flap of his wings.

"That will do Ira," Gabriella said, patting his neck once he had pushed Raphaela back for a quarter of a mile. "You shouldn't push yourself too hard when you have just emerged into this form. You'll need to train to fully tap into your new powers," scooting closer to his ear, "would you like it if your sweet, sexy, fuckable aunts were to teach you how to... tap it?" she asked, her voice was laced with her lust.

"Hmm..." Looking down at his hand as he opened and closed it repeatedly. Knowing how different this form was to his other one. Knowing if he wasn't careful he could unleash untold devastation on whatever was in his path. "Sure," Ira said, wondering if his grandmother knew all about this. If so then why she didn't tell him? It would have helped to know this when Raphaela first showed herself... along with not being impaled on her spear.

"Good answer Ira," Gabriella purred.

"How do I get out of this?" Ira asked, dispelling his sword to the ether.

"Just imagine your humanoid form and your body will do the rest," Gabriella said sweetly, lifting off his shoulder, flying back to her sister's.

"You need to return Ira," Raphaela said, trying to steel her nerves.

"Right... school," Ira sighed. Sharing a nod with his aunts before taking flight hoping to make it back before anyone noticed he wasn't on school grounds.

The rest of the school day was uneventful for Ira. Although he had seen the look of utter fright in the boys that used to pick on him. Wondering if that little demonstration would actually bear fruit.

"You still think your worthy to touch that?" Ira whispered as two of the boys from his class was staring at him in his last class for the day. Smirking when they hurriedly turned around. Nevertheless, word must have spread around the school as he saw how the girls were clustered in groups as he walked down the hall to the bus parking lot. Noticing how they would stop talking when he drew near and their cheeks heated, casting him shy glances as he passed. Ira tried not to let it go to his head. Yet what teenager's ego doesn't swell when you have almost every girl talking about you?

It wasn't until he was walking home from the bus stop that things got weird. "What the...?!" Ira muttered as a vortex appeared before him. Feeling the soles of his sneakers sliding along the sidewalk as the vortex pulled him towards it. Thrusting his sword into the ground, holding on for dear life as the suction lifted him off his feet. It felt like some invisible hands were on his legs pulling him towards the center of that vortex that could lead to anywhere. "Fuck!" he cursed as his fingers slipped from the hilt of his sword. Calling to his sword just before Ira disappeared into the unknown.

"What the fuck!" Ira said in stunned exasperation, as he found himself standing on the roof of the tallest spire that overlooked a city with three rings that surrounded the city with water.

"So this is the Nephilim I've heard so much about. Tell me young man, are you ready to feel how good a Seraphim's pussy is when its wrapped around your cock?"​