Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

Ira turned immediately; overwhelming fear came over him as he stared at his very first Seraphim. Three pairs of wings extended as she appeared before him. Her light red hair held in a tight ponytail trailed down her back, while a curtain of her locks draped down the left side of her face. The wind gently lifting those silken strands revealing her golden eye that lay hidden underneath it.

Her immense breasts bounced in the royal purple fabric that held them, straining to contain her voluptuous size. Her gold nipple chain glinted as the sun's rays struck its surface. The same royal purple cloth wrapped three fourths of the way around her waist, held secured to her hips by a gold braided chain leaving her right leg exposed and doing very little to hide her angelic mound from view as it fluttered. "Holy shit those things are huge!" Ira yelled into his mind. "They're bigger than grandma's are!" Yet he now knew what his grandmother meant when she told him he had to be as strong as a Seraphim. He also knew wherever she had brought him to it was only through her that he could ever hope to return to his home.

"Come now Ira." Metatron wore a smirk at his shocked expression. "I know for a fact you have seen an angel before," she said, her feet lightly touching down on the stone. "You did fuck my sister in the garden," Metatron said, her golden eyes running down Ira's body. Sensing a change within him, while not as powerful as she was, she knew he would be trouble if God ever gave the order to hunt him down. "Although just not one so... endowed. No?" Lifting her breasts watching how his eyes followed the bounce of her orbs against her ribs. "You like my breasts, don't you Ira?" Smiling seductively as Ira nodded. "Come here," Metatron cooed, her index finger beckoned to him. "It's okay Ira, I'm not here to harm you. Don't you want to know what these feel like?" Fondling her breasts, gently rolling them in her hand, tugging on her nipples as her eyes gazed at him in unbridled lust. Pulling the royal purple fabric to the side as he drew close noting how his eyes widened at the sight of her bare breasts. Playing with her pierced nipples as Ira drew ever closer. Her eyes dipped low wondering if he'd give the chain a little tug. It never felt right when she did it.

It was only when her father applied a gentle pressure on it that it felt so... exquisite. Biting her lip as she felt her womanhood coming to life as his eyes gazed at her and her exposed chest so lewdly. She had forgotten the time when her father did so without her tempting him. Releasing a little moan when it appeared to her that Ira had read her mind as he gave the chain a little tug. Her canal quivered as he did it again. Smiling down at the top of Ira's head as he buried his face in her vast cleavage. Her body began to tremble as his hands had a mind of their own. Feeling her breasts sandwiching out between his fingers as they rolled, flicked, pinched, and tugged on her nipples as he rubbed his face against the insides of her breasts. Her hands ran down his back gently pulling him closer to her body.

"Would you like to know where we are Ira?" Metatron asked, the pads of her fingers skimmed up his spine. Pleased that he enjoyed her breasts, she for one loved it when they were properly taken care of.

"Sure." Ira's voice was muffled by Metatron's 32G breasts.

"You are witness to the last day of the Golden Age of your kind," Metatron said matter-of-factly.

"Do what?!" Looking up at her once Ira managed to bring his face out of her bosom.

"We stand in the capital city founded by your race, governed by the very descendants of your kind," Metatron stated her golden eyes burning into him. "Atlantis!" Turning to her right so Ira could gaze out onto the city.

"What! No way!" Ira shouted rushing to stone wall. His brown eyes darted around trying to absorb everything. Watching the bodies below him moving around the city it appeared to him that they couldn't sense them high above them. He could feel it in his bones that they were indeed like him yet not. He could only feel traces of angelic essence within them. "Is this truly Atlantis?!" Ira asked, looking back at her.

"Yes," Metatron nodded. Her hips swayed alluringly as she approached him. Draping her arms down his chest as they rested on his shoulders. Pressing her breasts against Ira's back, brushing her left cheek against his right as they gazed out upon the city.

"Where are we exactly?" Ira asked, his curiosity pegged.

"You remember what Plato wrote," turning his chin to the left, "use your angelic sight Ira and you'll be able to see the pillars of Hercules," Metatron said, her voice soft yet seductive in his ear. Once her father had decreed they could seek out Ira, and after watching how her younger sister came for him. She went and learned everything she could about Ira. Going so far as to watch his life right at his side as he grew into a man. So, she knew this would be something she could give him, something that would endear her to him. In hopes that he would always welcome her to his bed when she came to him. She for one was tired of trying to get her father interested in her. It was why she agreed to be one of the four her father had chosen. She knew what he was planning, it was the same thing Lucifer was likely planning. Knowing that, since the fall, their ranks never grew, never having replenished from their Civil War. Knowing how outnumbered they were from the growing hordes of demons that Lucifer commanded along with the fifty exiled sisters that survived the fall.

"So, he was right?!" Ira whispered. Ever since Plato had wrote down the tale, men - like himself - had sought after the truth about where the mythical city had truly once lie. Some thought it was an island northeast of Crete due to the volcano that erupted that led to the destruction of the Minoan civilization. Some thought it was Crete itself due to the Minoans high advancements (i.e. indoor pumping, that won't be seen on the planet until the late eighteen-hundreds; and their linear A and linear B script that no one was able to decipher until the nineteen fifties.) Then some thought Atlantis lay in the Bahamas due to the Bimini road. Yet to actually be here, to be standing in the heart of the very city that any archeologist would give anything to be right where he was. Arching an eyebrow and tilting his head at the same time when he saw pyramid-shaped objects in the distance. "Wait?! What did you mean the last day?!" Ira asked, his mind finally restarting after being awestruck.

"The age of the Nephilim is coming to an end," Metatron said plainly, tilting Ira's chin up.

"What the...!" Ira's eyes went wide as miles high above him Nephilim and Angel battled to the death. Taking a dry swallow, he watched as Raphaela, Gabriella, and Michelle mowed down rank after rank of his kind. His fists clenched as he watched legions of angels pouring down from Heaven, joining the battle. Listening to the cries of the dying on both sides, yet his brethren were losing badly. He felt his body wanting to take flight, to go meet his aunts head on. To challenge this utter slaughter. To end this fight that they had already won, yet Metatron's arms kept him rooted.

"You cannot change what has already happened Ira. What is written so must it be. Atlantis must fall." Her voice softened, "The Nephilim of this era aren't like you, Ira. They aren't as kind as you are. These Nephilim are warlike, they enslave mankind. Look down there," Metatron said, pointing to the streets far below them. "Even if their blood is weak, they can feel the battle above them. Yet do they care? Do they care that their brethren are dying by the hundreds while they lavish in the wealth, they had plundered from the civilizations they had invaded? No. All they care about is what they can gain from this battle. What they can take from the corpses of my sisters. This is why Raphaela was so intent on killing you, because we will always remember this battle and all the ones before this one. These Nephilim are beyond cruel and need to be removed from the face of the Earth, but you aren't like them Ira. You have a heart," placing her hand over his heart, "I know you've been hurt and used. I know how much, deep inside of you, you are still hurting from all the betrayal you faced at the hands of your so-called friends and your own parents," she said, holding him tight. Her wings folding in around him bathing Ira in her heavenly light.

"Yet the moment you gained your powers, you didn't act like them," Metatron said, waving out to the city. "While yes, you did use them to get back at those who have hurt you. That's a little petty, but you are a demon as well as an angel. You're nature is chaotic. More so with the two polar opposites dwelling inside of you. It's because your human part, that's what keeps the two opposites from destroying you. So, I can't blame your wanting to get even. Something I'm sure Lucifer understands all too well," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I don't know if you will ever become like them. I think you won't. Yet..."

"I'm a threat that Heaven can't allow to roam free," Ira said, glancing out of the corner of his right eye.

"I'm glad you understand," Metatron said, her lips brushing along his jaw. Smiling mischievously as Ira stared down at his naked body after she snapped her fingers.

Ira's skin heated as Metatron's fingers danced down his chest. Biting his lip as they teased his growing rod. His eyes rolled in his head as she masterfully caressed his cock. Tickling the underside of his crown, tugging on his earlobe as she slowly began to stroke him to full mast.

"That's right Ira, enjoy how good my hand feels on that cock of yours. Don't you enjoy it when it's someone else doing this for you?" Metatron asked, her breath hot in his ear. Hearing his breathing quickening as Ira could only muster a nod to her question. "So, say... if down the road, you wouldn't mind if I whisk you away and let me take care of this hard..." Her eyes widened in hunger as his cock grew in her hand to match her father's length. Sucking hard on her lower lip, feeling her cunt throbbing in anticipation as her hand ran down his fifteen-inch cock. Her wings folded and tucked themselves against her back before disappearing. She knew they would only get in the way of what she needed him to do to her hot pussy. "Turn around Ira," Metatron whispered backing away from him.

Ira's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched Metatron as she undid the clasp that held the gold braided chain taut. It, along with the royal purple cloth, fell to the stone in a soft kiss. His eyes ran up and down her six-foot- three-inch form as her heavenly body was on display for his eyes only. His cock flexed instinctively as those cosmic breasts bounced as her shapely legs carried her towards him. Ira melted into his mind as their lips embraced each other's. He couldn't believe how divine that simple kiss felt. His body trembled as Metatron's breasts trailed down his chest as she sank to her knees.

Moaning softly as her lips ran up the side of his shaft. Sucking in a gasp as she swallowed eight inches of his rod. Her hands working in tandem as her head rocked. Her tongue swirled around his crown as those golden eyes gazed up at him. Ira was floating on a sea of euphoria. He didn't know how anyone could last beyond a minute of her masterful blowjob that in all likelihood she has been performing since before the dawn of time.

"Do you like the feel of my mouth Ira?" Metatron asked, before licking up one side of Ira's very long cock.

"Oh God, yes," Ira muttered, his thighs trembling as her thumb kneaded the underside of his head. His fists clenching as her tongue teased the tip of his rod.

"Good," Metatron purred before returning his cock to her hot, slick mouth. Glancing up watching his reaction as her lips inched down his pole, taking him deeper down her throat. She knew what he had done with Gabriella so she knew this wouldn't be a surprise for him. However, that didn't take away from the joy she saw on his face as all of his manhood sat within her throat. It wasn't until she felt the swelling of his cock that she eased up on her suction. Holding four inches in her mouth as his cum exploded across her tongue. Smirking around his head as her tongue ran along his meatus, licking up the last drop of his cum. A rumble reverberated in her chest as Ira remained hard as her lips left his skin. Rising to her feet, her hand wrapped around his slick cock leading him towards the waist high stone wall. Resting her perfect ass upon its warm surface, spreading her legs showing off her glistening pussy that eagerly awaited to feel his tongue parting her honeydew lips. "Now show me what you can do with that tongue, hmm?" Metatron wore a sensuous smirk as Ira's eyes couldn't or wouldn't look away from her throbbing cunt.

Ira so couldn't believe he was about to do this. Not only was she a Seraphim of the highest order in Heaven, she had also just sucked him off on the tallest building in Atlantis, and not only that... he was about to taste her upon that same building as his tongue rolled around his mouth. Looking up at her as her fingers weaved through his hair as his hands ran along her thighs. Feeling her light touch on the back of his head as she directed him towards her waiting peach. His eyes shot wide the moment his tongue ran up her labia. Metatron was sweeter than Raphaela and Gabriella combined. Her angelic voice rang out as he delved into her hot cunt.

"Mmmhmm, that's it, slide that demon tongue in there!" Metatron moaned, grinding her mound against his face feeling his tongue deep inside of her canal. Biting her lip, her flux body began to tremble, her molecules began to hum, knowing he was indeed the only one, other than her father, who could give her what she and her sisters all wanted. Yet she wondered if Ira was prepared for the way a Seraphim orgasms. Nevertheless, that didn't matter at the moment as she felt his forked tongue writhing around in her hot canal. Her left hand held onto the back of Ira's head holding him against her sex as her thighs clamped around his head as her angelic light flared from her eyes. Her vast breasts swelled as her chest heaved as she stared down at Ira as his tongue ran up her labia. Her grip sent cracks along the stone face as Ira sucked on her clit. "God, I didn't think you would be so... wonderful at that," Metatron loudly moaned as her body trembled. "Now get up here and fuck me," she growled hungrily.

Her hands ran down Ira's arms as she bit her lower lip as he ran his crown through her labia. A primal purr rumbled deep in her chest as his head pressed against her entrance. Tilting her head back as Ira inched deeper into her hot sex. "Yes Ira, that's it, give me all of that hard cock," Metatron demanded. Her hands ran down his back before coming to a rest on his ass. Her golden eyes flared in a devilish light as she added her own strength to his thrusts driving his cock deeper into the core of her being. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me Ira!" Metatron howled in bliss as her hot, sweet peach began to liquify. Her arms quickly wrapped around him, to protect him from her orgasm. In an instant Ira was blinded by a bright purple light. The ensuing explosion thundered in his ears as Ira could no longer feel the warm stone beneath his feet.

As his eyes cleared, taking a dry swallow as he peered at the gaping crater from the corner of his right eye, the rushing water roared as it rushed to fill the void. Ira's eyes darted around a shimmering cloud as the purple vapor swirled around him. His mind tried to figure out why and how the whole city got destroyed, yet it just couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

"Worry not Ira." Metatron's voice floated around him as Ira floated in the center of her sphere of angelic essence that had a diameter of fifty feet. "A Seraphim's orgasm is unlike my sister's given that we were the first of my father's children. Watch Ira, this is the end," Metatron said, clearing Ira's field of vision so he could watch as her father's might slowly began to pull the continent of Atlantis beneath the waves. Molten lava burned and hissed as the cold sea rushed in, causing massive explosions as the two met. "Behold Ira, the Great Flood!" Metatron exclaimed as a giant half a mile-high tidal wave raced out from the epicenter on all sides growing ever larger as it raced across the ocean.

Ira didn't know how to take the fact he had actually seen Atlantis, saw how those people lived, then to be the cause of their city's destruction all because he had given a Seraphim an orgasm. Then there was the guilt that knowing how many more souls would be lost as God flooded the Earth.

"Be at ease Ira, these souls have been dead for a very long time." Yet that didn't ease Ira's mind, it didn't matter if this had already happened or not. To be the cause of such a calamity weighed heavily on his mind. "I didn't bring you here to trouble your mind Ira," Metatron said, laying her right hand on his chest as she rematerialized.

"Then why did you?" Ira asked, his hand holding onto to her ass as her six wings kept them aloft.

"I brought you here, because I've watched you grow. Watched how you delved into the texts that dealt with the ancient wonders. Saw how these eyes," her finger traced along the ridge of his eyebrow, "would hold such excitement in them as you studied everything you could get your hands on. And so, I thought I could give you something that no other could give you in your world. Something that would..." Glancing down, feeling her cheeks heat, she never wanted to make his mind so torn by what he saw. Never wanted him to feel distress about what had happened on this day.

"Then why bring me here on this day, why not before this?" Ira asked, trying not to sound ungrateful. He knew how unique this was. Knew how he would be the only one who truly knew Atlantis actually did exist and knew that no one would ever believe him.

"Because... I thought you would like it," Metatron said, glancing up at him. "And any earlier would have altered the timeline. It had to be now, when Heaven had started its battle, Atlantis's fate was sealed. It was not my desire to cause your heart to be in pain," she said sweetly, easing herself along his cock until his head slipped out from underneath her. Dancing along her slit before she eased herself back down onto that stiff pole.

Ira turned around rapidly when he appeared back at the same spot where he had been sucked into that vortex. Looking down, his mind racing wondering if it had all happened. Wondering if he had made a Seraphim cum two more times before she sent him back through time. Crouching down, his fingers running along the concrete where he had plunged his sword into it. "At least she had to foresight to return my belongings," Ira muttered to himself as the books in his bookbag jostled as he rose. The flash of gold caught his eye as it flipped through the air. Instinctively catching it, his eyes going wide as he saw Atlantean writing along the edge of the coin. The image of their ruler emblazon on the head of the coin. Flipping it over, his thumb ran along the trident on the tail side of the half-dollar size coin.

"I will see you again Ira," Metatron whispered in his ear. Snapping his head to the left wondering how she'd snuck up on him, yet nothing was there. "Seraphim don't have to be seen to speak to one of us. And you, Ira, are very much an angel, more so than you are a human or demon, remember that."

"Thanks for this!" Ira called out holding up the coin, then quickly pocketing it when those that were out jogging and walking their dogs looked at him like he had lost his mind.

"You are very welcome Ira. I want you to remember our time to together," Metatron said sweetly, as she lounged in the throne room of Heaven. Ignoring how her other sisters were gazing at her. She knew how taboo it was traversing time. Nonetheless, her father did order them to mate with Ira at any cost. Not that her sisters knew that, at least not yet. She wondered what kind of uproar this would cause within their ranks, and how many would swarm Earth once it came to light.

Checking his phone, noting that time hadn't advanced more than a few seconds since Metatron pulled him back through time. Wondering if he could do that himself, then the ramifications of doing such a thing came to him. Pondering on how much he could change the timeline if he went traipsing through mankind's history just to satisfy his own curiosity. Sliding his phone back into his pocket as he shook the thoughts from his mind. He had things to do, homework to finish and training to accomplish to master his new angelic form. He could feel it just beneath his skin eagerly waiting for the chance to come forth. Ira knew how dangerous he was. He knew if he didn't get a hold on his powers, they would either become his master or he would cause untold devastation to the world around him. That was something he was never going to allow. He also knew if that ever happened God wouldn't hesitate to send his hordes down to kill him. Arching an eyebrow as he saw Rita's car parked in their driveway. He wasn't expecting to see her, Sue, or their mother until this weekend when he would have some free time.

As he slowly inched the front door to his home open, The Black Keys 'Lo/Hi' was playing over the stereo system. To say he had an instant hard-on was an understatement as he watched his sister, mother, grandmother, Rita, Sue, Vikki, and Alyda dancing and grinding provocatively against one another. The only thing missing was the nudity something Ira thought his pants wouldn't be able to handle at the moment. His tongue rolled around his dry mouth as he watched their taut rears roll, shake, and tweak all while their breasts swayed in a hypnotic dance as they swayed to the beat. Rita's hair floated as her ruby eyes peered through her silken strands. A devious light shimmered within as she purposely rolled her hips causing the material of her jeans to stretch along her ass as she taunted him with her womanly body. The strap of his bookbag slid along his arm, his body moving on its own as that booty beckoned to him. Breathing heavily as Rita rolled her hips, causing his swollen rod to nestle against her ass cheeks.

Her fingers lightly danced down his left cheek as she leaned against his chest. A seductive smile formed on her lips as her tongue curled out. Sucking on her lower lip only wanting to take him to his room and show how much she had missed him. Placing a light kiss on his cheek as Sue cut in.

Ira had no idea how he kept himself from not cumming in his pants as each one of them writhed against his body. His sister was like a wild animal trying her damnedest to milk his cock through that cloth barrier. It was as if Bridgett was hungry and she needed her fix. He was tempted to just whip it out and see which one would beat the others in getting his cock down their throat first. His grandmother must have read his thoughts as that was exactly what she did. Wearing that devilish smile of hers as she jacked him off as the other six hurriedly knelt in front of him as Lucifer's hand glided along his cock. What Ira could see through his fluttering eyes at his grandmother's masterful touch was their tongues out eagerly waiting for his cum to paint their surface.

Ira rested his head on the back of the couch exhausted as his grandmother made him cum another four times to sate their appetites. Not something he was going to complain about. Although he had wished they had chosen a better time than right after his copulation with Metatron. Then again, only his grandmother knew about that, Rita and the others only thought he was a demon, while his mother and sister knew none of this. This too was something he wasn't about to tell them, ever! Ira didn't need Heaven hounding them like it was doing with him. He had to keep his mother and sister from awakening as Nephilim. It was the only sure way to keep them safe.

"So..." Bridgett cooed sliding in next to him, fingers fidgeting with his shirt as her eyes gazed at her brother.

"So," Ira mimicked his sister. "What's up with the dance off?"

"We were celebrating," Bridgett said matter-of-factly.

"Celebrating what exactly?" Ira asked, looking over at his sister. Who abruptly slid into his lap, feeling her heat starting to reawaken his throbbing cock.

"Mine and Vikki's wedding," Bridgett said, laying her arms along her brother's shoulders. "So, I hear tales that you've been with Rita, Sue, and their mother too?" Cocking an eyebrow waiting on her brother to refute her words. Yet all the while she felt his growing rod pressing against her womanhood.

"Yeah? Something wrong with that?" Ira asked, returning his sister's questioning look.

"No," softly shaking her head, "I want you to get along with Vikki's family, I just didn't think you'd be fucking them is all. Tell me little brother, is Alyda as tasty as she appears?" Bridgett asked, catching her brother by surprise.

"Yeah," Ira said, running his hands up his sister's thighs. "Why?"

"No reason, I've had a crush on her since I met Vikki. I just never had the courage to ask..."

"Ask me what?" Alyda asked, walking in from the kitchen with Cora in tow.

Ira smiled wickedly as Bridgett's face turned bright red. Her eyes pleading with him not to utter a word. "Sis wants to know what that hot little pussy of yours tastes like," Ira said, chuckling as Bridgett beat her hands against his chest.

"Oh?!" Alyda cooed, she rested her arms on the back of the couch as she leaned over it, allowing her 42DD breasts to draw Bridgett's gaze. "I'm more than happy to let you have a taste of my sweet pussy, so long as Vikki doesn't mind," she said, peering back at her daughter.

"Of course not, Mom," Vikki said, shooting her mother and girlfriend a smirk.

"R-r-really?!" Bridgett gasped in surprise.

"Mmmhmm, what's mine is yours baby," Vikki cooed her hips swayed as she approached. Her left hand reached out, dancing along Bridgett's jaw, drawing those sweet lips of hers ever closer. "You are going to be a part of this family and my family shares," she purred before sensuously kissing Bridgett.

"What...?!" Cora yelped in surprised as Rita and Sue fondled her breasts.

"If Bridgett gets to taste Mom, I think we should do the same, isn't that right Rita?" Sue asked, smirking at her sister.

"You know I don't swing like that... mostly," Rita whispered softly.

"Come on sis, you know this is for Vikki," Sue said, guilting her sister.

"Mmm, I've never been with a porn star before," Rita muttered tapping her chin. "I bet you have excellent tongue work?" Shooting Cora, a coy smirk.

"I'll have you know," reaching down grabbing Rita by her cunt, "this pussy will be cumming on my tongue," Cora said, not allowing a woman younger than she was to taunt her into something she was an expert in.

"We shall see," Rita purred as her tongue flicked against her teeth.

"Ira, baby?" Cora called out to him.

"Hmm?"

"You don't mind if we use your bed, do you?" Cora asked, wondering if her son would enjoy seeing her with other women.

"Sure, knock yourself out," Ira said, running his finger along his sister's slit as she slid off his lap.

"Come along Bridgett," Alyda cooed, beckoning to her over her shoulder. "I want to coat your brother's bed in my juices," she purred her hips swayed as she reached back slowly lowering the zipper of her skirt.

"Enjoy yourself baby," Vikki cooed blowing Bridgett a kiss as she wore a lustful smile as she followed after her mother. Winking at Bridgett as she mouthed, "Thank you."

"Do enjoy it Mom, they are mmm... very tasty," Ira said, grinning at his mother, causing Sue and Rita to blush hard.

"We'll make it up to you Ira," Sue said, loving the way he looked at her.

"I know I will," Rita said, with a sly smile before following after Cora.

"Mmm... I got you..."

"Where did everyone go?" Toni asked, playing coy as she walked back into the living room.

"Upstairs," Ira said, his eyes running down his grandmother's body. Wondering if she had known all this time, and why didn't she bother to tell him. "Grandma," feeling Vikki's hands running up his chest as he slid off the couch, "did you know?" he asked, pointedly.

"Do what now?!" Toni asked, playing innocent. Her eyes glancing over at Vikki, she didn't want the succubus to know about her or her grandson.

"Can we drop the act?" Ira sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What's this about Ira?" Toni asked, narrowing her eyes. She knew, of course she knew. No angel above or fallen couldn't feel it. It was just a part of her nature. She just didn't bother to tell her grandson as much, fearing he would lose himself in the power he wielded.

Ira heard Vikki gasp as he showed his grandmother his new form. "Did. You. Know?" Ira asked, again his golden/ruby eyes shimmered in his power as his four wings extended, his halo flared in his angelic light, his reverse C-shaped horns glinted in the house lights.

"I-I-Ira... is that truly you?" Vikki asked, nervously. A part of herself wanted to run and hide, another part wanted to strip every article of clothing from her body and throw herself at him.

"Of course, I knew. I am an angel Ira," Lucifer huffed. Her red blouse strained to hold back her 32FF breasts, her blue jeans grew tight as she cocked out her hip, dropping her disguise seeing how Ira had so blatantly showed off. Her blond hair draped down her back, she always felt better when she was in her true form and not the disguise she wore when she walked the earth.

Vikki's knees instantly buckled, catching herself on the back of the couch as she stared at the ruler of Hell. She didn't know what to be in more awe of, Ira, or the fact she was standing in the same room with her lady and she hadn't been turned to ash yet.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ira asked, pleading with his grandmother for answers.

"Because..." looking away feeling her cheeks heat, "I didn't want to lose you to it," Lucifer said, slyly glancing at him.

"What do you mean?!" Ira asked, confused, reverting back to his human form. Glancing out the corner of his left eye as Vikki's eyes darted between the two of them. He could see how freaked out she was.

"Ira..." Lucifer sighed, her shoulders sagging. "I've know the moment she," her eye's cut over to Vikki, "changed you into an incubus. That your angelic half hadn't fully awakened. I thought you would figure that out on your own, giving you time to grow accustomed to your powers," she said, slowly walking up to him. Her eyes running over his body, having no trouble seeing his angelic form. "I have seen far too many of my offspring losing themselves in their power, which caused Heaven to hunt them down, and I didn't want to see the same thing happen to you," Lucifer said lovingly, as she gently caressed Ira's left cheek.

"Please my lady, I didn't know," Vikki cried, dropping to her knees, prostrating herself at Lucifer's feet. "I only wanted to help Ira... I-I-I love him," she said, pressing her forehead against the floor. Hoping that Lucifer wouldn't end her life.

"I know," Lucifer said, peering down at the back of Vikki's head. "It's the only reason I've allowed your relationship to continue with my granddaughter and why I didn't burn you to ash the moment you turned my sweet Ira," she said, her golden eyes quivered as she stared at her grandson. Knowing now, as he had truly awakened, things would get very interesting for them. Turning her head as she heard Cora and Bridgett moaning from the upper story of her daughter's home. Biting her lip, feeling her mound starting to awaken, stepping closer to Ira, her breasts pressing against his chest. Hoping Ira would satisfy her needy pussy. "Ira..."

"My Prince," Vikki cut in, reaching out, tentatively touching Ira's shin. "Please forgive me," she pleaded her ruby eyes peered up at him.

"Wait. I'm a prince?!" Ira asked, as if the thought never occurred to him.

"Duh," Lucifer rolled her eyes, casting Ira a smirk. "You are a Prince of Hell, Ira. It's the same with Cora, Bridgett, and all my other children. You know..."

"I told her, she knows Bridgett can't know about any of this," Ira said, coming to Vikki's defense.

"Good, at least you had thought of that before disclosing this to her," Lucifer retorted.

"Come on Vikki, get off the floor," Ira said, holding out his hand to her. "I'm not angry with you," he said, flashing her a warm smile.

"Y-y-you sure?" Vikki asked, her voice trembling knowing that her family had just climbed dozens of ranks in the underworld and came out on top. She knew how her mother and sisters would freak out knowing they were servicing the crown prince of their realm. Even if they were his consorts that put them all in the ruling elites of Hell.

"Yeah?" Ira said, eyeing her as she wore a look of... well Ira didn't rightly know, it was kind of creepy. "Okay, this is getting too weird, even for this family," he thought to himself.

"Then you'll properly," Vikki said, her hands reached out taking hold of his left hand. Bringing it up along her chest, laying it gently on her right breast. "Allow me to please my Prince?" she asked, rolling his hand around her taut peak.

"No, Ira has other plans," Lucifer commanded, her hands running along his waist as her breasts pancaked out causing the buttons of her shirt to strain under the pressure as she looked at Vikki.

"Why not give her a taste Luci?" Ira asked, arching an eyebrow, a wicked light played along his brown eyes. Feeling Vikki's body become still beneath his hand. Knowing how much Vikki wanted to taste Lucifer at the source.

"W-what do you mean Ira?" Lucifer asked, caught off guard, which wasn't something easily done.

"I mean, I saw how you were with Gabriella, so I'm sure you miss her," Ira said, with a sly smile. "Grandma sure is cute when she blushes like that," he said to himself as Lucifer's cheeks heated.

"I have no idea what you mean," Lucifer said, looking away, the pain of losing her father all over again was still fresh in her mind.

"It's okay Lucifer," Ira whispered in her ear, "I still love you, I am after all your grandson," seeing her glancing at him from the corner of her eye as he said it. "Plus, I kind of want to see how an angel makes a demon purr," he said, with a sinful smile.

"What are you willing to give for a deal with the Devil for such an act Ira?" Lucifer asked, slowly looking over at him. "You can't ask something this bold of the ruler of Hell without giving something in exchange," she said, while sometimes that was true, yet he was her grandson she just wanted him to think he had to jump through some hoops for what he was asking.

"Okay," Ira muttered, tapping his finger against his chin. Wondering what he could offer in exchange.

"Please Ira, don't worry..." Vikki began to say only to be stopped by Lucifer's raised hand.

"Ira wanted this, don't belittle our bargain when it is for your sake," Lucifer said sternly. "Well Ira? What will it be?"

"I..." Ira scratched his head, at a total loss. He had absolutely nothing he could offer her, at least that's what he thought.

"Drawing a blank?" Lucifer smirked, knowing he was going to have to get better at forming his deals. Especially when he thought to make one with her. Tilting his chin up, Ira was right she did love him. Out of all humanity Ira, Cora, and Bridgett have been the ones that haven't truly disappointed her. Her other children either focused too much on the power they wielded and allowed it to taint their minds, while her other children (like Missy and her father), failed to utilize all of their gifts seeking only to enrich themselves in material things.

This was why she had practically tossed them away until she had a use for them, then they would serve like all her children would if she ever called on them. However, Ira wasn't like anyone of them. He never asked her for anything unless it was to stay with her. Never disappointed her with whatever mundane task she had set out for him. Loved her, not out of fear of her, but because he loved her for simply being there for him when his mother and father were too busy to care about the boy they had left behind. Her thumb gently brushed along his chin; she could really never say no to him. "Tell you what, you show me your true form, and I'll make this little demon's pussy purr," Lucifer said, striking the terms of their deal.

"I can do that," Ira nodded.

"Very well Ira," Lucifer said, trying not feel how eager her cunt was to feel her grandson's tongue back within its depths. "Now hold still," she said, looking at Vikki as her wings extended and folded around them.

Pillars of hellfire roared; the souls of the damned cried out on the sulfur laced air. Lucifer's wings unfurled, tucking them against her back as the three of them materialized in her circle. Noting how Vikki was looking around in awe of her private domain, which she was thrown into when she fell from Heaven. Turning her attention back to her grandson, arching an eyebrow at the sly smirk Ira was wearing.

"Now..." Lucifer was stopped as Ira cut in.

"Wait! Let me try." Ira's hands shot out stopping his grandmother from snapping her fingers and disappearing his clothes. The palm of his left hand faced Lucifer while his right faced Vikki, closing his eyes, picturing them naked, pressing the pads of his middle fingers and thumbs together. The snap echoed loudly as Ira's angelic powers flared. Slowly opening his eyes, a triumphant smile graced his lips as he stared at his naked grandmother and Vikki.

"Very good Ira but allow me to show you how it's really done," Lucifer said, snapping her fingers, trying to ignore how her peach was throbbing as she felt Ira's wakened angelic powers washing over her. Knowing the children, they sired together would be as strong as the Dominions or Thrones class. It was never easy to tell when a Nephilim was involved, more so when that Nephilim had a mix of demon in his blood. For all she knew their children would be weaker than an archangel given Ira's incubus blood. Yet whatever came of it she knew their offspring would be the spear tip of her demon horde should Heaven ever think to bring on the end of days. "Now show us," Lucifer said, her lustful eyes ran down Ira's naked body.

Vikki's body trembled in fear and excitement as she watched Ira grow to twelve feet tall. Watching how his muscles bugled out of his body to accommodate his larger form. Noting how lightning sparked and crawled along the feathers of his four wings. Feeling her pussy growing moist as those golden eyes of his peered at her, watching the red haze drifting along his irises. How his tail lazily swayed behind him as his power flooded Lucifer's chamber. When she had first turned him into an incubus, she had no idea this would all come about.

"Well..." Lucifer's tongue licked the corner of her mouth as she stared up at her grandson. Knowing it was only because of Ira's human half that his body wasn't blown to bits due to his angel and demonic blood coursing through his veins. "Aren't you just yummy," she purred, her eyes glinted evilly knowing soon even her eldest sisters wouldn't be able to harm her grandson. He just needed a few more souls and Ira would be ready for whatever her father had in store. "So, seems I must fulfil my end," Lucifer said, turning towards Vikki. Holding out her hand willing her realm to reorder itself. Listening to Vikki yelp in surprise as she fell on to the bed that materialized beneath her. Slyly peering over her shoulder, watching Ira returning to his human form. Feeling his eyes on her bare ass, as it should be. Her eyes moving up Vikki's naked body, wondering if Ira was right. Wondering if she did miss being with a woman. Yet Gabriella knew how to taste her, she wondered if her granddaughter's girlfriend could take her place. A sinful smile spread across her lips knowing she was about to find out.

Her eyes shot wide as her mouth hovered over Vikki's mound. Her body trembled and weakened as she peered down her body. Seeing Ira's chest through her swaying breasts, feeling his tongue parting her labia, circling her entrance before the tip teased her vulva as it trailed down to her clit. "Ira!" Lucifer screamed out in bliss as her grandson sucked gently on that aching bud. "That's it Ira, taste my pussy," she panted as her lips neared Vikki's womanhood.

Vikki sucked in a gasp as she felt the touch of her lips on her sex. Her fingers bunched up the silken sheets as sheer bliss flooded her ruby eyes. Her cunt quaked as she felt Lucifer's tongue curling, teasing her folds as it explored her womanhood. A moan emanated from her lips as Lucifer's nose rubbed her clit as her ruler tasted her sweet nectar. Her horns sprouted spontaneously as her hips lightly lifted off the bed. She had never came so fast. Her chest heaved wondering how long she had been tasting a woman's cunt to be that masterful.

"Ira!" Lucifer gasped. Peering behind her as she felt the head of his cock moving through her labia. "N..." Her mouth hung open as she felt his mushroom top pressing against her paradise. Her golden eyes lustered in want as the tips of his fingers danced along her skin. "Fuck! Ira..." Panting as he sent that hard rod hard into her aching cunt. Her skin heating as she felt those sneaky hands of his taking hold of her heavy hanging breasts. Her ass bounced with every thrust of his hips. Her back pressing against his chest, turning her head to the left, she needed to feel those lips of his. Needed to feel the love he had for her as his cock surged through her hot mound. "Yes... Ira... fuck me," Lucifer whispered breathing heavily, her left arm rising caressing the back of his head as he fondled her breasts. Looking down as Vikki hurriedly crawled to her.

"Let me clean it Ira," Vikki said, looking up Lucifer's body. Her ruby eyes glistening as she watched that hard rod slowly inching out of Lucifer's mound. Her eyes fluttering as her lips sank down his pole. The taste of her lady was so much sweeter when it was hot and fresh from the source. Her hand stroked his cock as she did her best to lick that angelic pussy given the cramped space between Lucifer's legs. Her thumb kneading the underside of Ira's head while her tongue lapped up the dew that had gathered along those delectable pink lips of hers. Peering down her body as Lucifer pushed her legs apart. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as Lucifer's lips trailed down her stomach. Squealing in delight as she attacked her pussy with such gusto. She feared that by the time they were through she would have ruined Lucifer's bed with all the hot peach juice she was going to coat it in.

Vikki for one wasn't about to end this until she was satisfied in every way. Her eyes glanced up watching as Ira's cock glided through Lucifer's tasty cunt. Listening to his balls slapping against her pretty little mound, opening her mouth catching all the droplets as they leaked out of that hot pussy. She wasn't about to allow a drop to go to waste. "Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Vikki called out; her hands flew to Lucifer's ass cheeks. Her back arched as, her breathing became irregular as Lucifer's fingers plunged quickly in and out of her hot cunt while sucking on her clit. Her body shook violently unable to move, watching through her eyelashes as Lucifer sucked her fingers clean. How Vikki hoped she enjoyed the taste of her hot orgasmic juices, because if there was a way then she was going to be between Lucifer's legs as often as she wanted. Opening her mouth wide telling Ira where she wanted his cock. Vikki's tongue swirled around Ira's shaft as Lucifer lifted her leg over her.

"I think this little demon likes pleasing two angels, don't you think so Ira?" Lucifer asked, her hand gently moved along Vikki's stomach. "I do believe she does," she said, shooting her grandson a sinful smirk as Vikki cleaned Ira's cock of every trace of her lingering taste on his skin. "Well, my dear, you've enjoy the taste of my pussy on Ira's cock, how about you come get it from the source." Spreading her legs, the light of the hellfire glistening off her wet spent cunt, eager for some more loving from her grandson's hard rod. Yet she could learn to enjoy Vikki's enthusiasm as Ira's cock left her lips in a loud pop.

Vikki took a moment to memorize the look and the feel of Lucifer's cunt as her thumb lightly ran up her wet labia. Wiggling her ass at Ira she wasn't about to leave him out either. Not when he had given her this chance to grow close with her ladyship. Knowing that before all this, this would have been nothing more than a dream. That she - one of the lower ranking succubi - would come to know what their leader's sex tasted like. To know how her body felt as she loomed over her, and that her family was now the consorts to the Prince of Hell.

"Fuck her Ira just don't play with her ass," Lucifer said, rolling her eyes as he looked up at her.

"What?! Vikki has a nice ass Luci," Ira said, his thumbs brushed along her ass cheeks as he spread them open. Gazing at that hot little cunt that brought him into this world.​