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"It better not be better than mine is in your eyes," Lucifer said, in a teasing manner.

"So not answering that," Ira said, noting how Vikki's hand patted her mound before her fingers spread her labia apart flashing him her quivering canal. His right hand ran up her spine as his other guided his rod towards that awaiting honey pot.

"That's it Ira, fuck..." Muttering from around Lucifer's mound. "God Ira, your cock always feels so good in me," Vikki moaned as his rod touched all the right places within her canal. Squealing in surprise as Ira reached around and began to rub her clit as he pounded his cock into her tight little mound.

Ira's eyes flickered up as he noted how his grandmother's back arched. Her eyes widening in joy before falling back onto the bed to languish in the pleasure of Vikki's tongue. Pressing her hand against the back of Vikki's head as she rubbed her mound against that exploring tongue of hers.

"Harder! Fuck that pussy Ira!" Vikki growled as she held onto Lucifer's thighs as his hands held onto her hips. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his balls slapped against her clit. Listening to the sound of those wet slaps as her juices leaked out with each withdrawal and thrust. How she loved it.

"Give it to us Ira!" Lucifer said, staring up at him as she and Vikki rested beside one another as Ira loomed over them. Her teeth scrapping along her lower lip as Ira's hand stroked that hard rod of his. Pressing their bodies closer together as his semen started to fly. Once the last drop fell upon their bodies Lucifer snapped her fingers sending a naked, cum covered Vikki back to her daughter's house. "Now," gathering a glob of his semen from her breasts on the tip of her finger, "it's my turn to cum," Lucifer said, sucking her finger clean as she pulled him down onto the bed. Knowing that she couldn't while Vikki was present. If she did so her essence would destroy her. Not something she wanted to lay at her granddaughter's feet. Holding up her breasts, running her tongue through her grandson's seed as she straddled his hips. "You like it when I'm on top don't you Ira?" she asked, reaching down, taking hold of the base of his cock as the taste of his cum lingered on her tongue.

"Of course, grandma, how else am I to watch these things bounce?" A coy smirk lifted the corner of his lips as Lucifer sank down on his pole. Reaching up watching those golden eyes soften as he fondled her breasts, his toes curling as his grandmother's folds gently milked his cock. Watching her wings slowly unfurling, her halo shining brightly in that dark domain, the light of Heaven the reminder of what she had lost radiating from her pearl white feathers. Feeling his cock growing ever longer inside of her cunt.

"That's it Ira, get it nice and big for me," Lucifer said, breathing heavily as her hands rested on his chest. Her hips gliding up and down that long hard cock. Her molecules vibrated; she could feel it approaching. A joyous smile spread across her lips as she stared up to the Heavens. Slowly closing her eyes, feeling her flux body giving way as her ethereal form exploded outward. "Cum Ira," she said, her face forming on the surface of that periwinkle cloud of vapor. Now that he had awakened to his true might as a Nephilim, this was the perfect time to bare his offspring. "Cum for your grandmother," Lucifer demanded watching how his body trembled as her essence wrapped itself around that hot, wet, hard rod of his. Which quickly absorbed his seed once it erupted from the tip of his cock.

"Tomorrow Ira," Lucifer said, resting her head on his chest as they laid on her bed. The tips of her fingers ran along his chest listening to his labored breathing. "You must go and see your cousin Missy."

"Why?" Ira asked, he so didn't want to deal with her attitude.

"Because she can teach you on how to make more servants for yourself. I know you have met with Metatron. Traveling through time is a very risky thing Ira."

"Hey... It wasn't like I did it myself, you know?" Ira stated looking into his grandmother's golden eyes as she rested her chin on his chest.

"I know. Something that powerful can only be done by one such as her or my father. So, you now know what you face when God no longer has any use for you."

"I know," Ira sighed. Still he didn't want to be in San Francisco. The place had... turned to crap was the best way Ira could put it, given the news reports of every homeless person using the streets as their personal toilet.

"You will do this for me won't you Ira?" Lucifer asked, her hand softly caressing his left cheek. "You needn't worry about your school. This takes precedence over what simple mortals can teach you. And I can't have you constantly hanging out with my sisters," she said, her jealousy rising. "Please Ira, give me some credit, I am after all an angel. Did you think I wouldn't feel them?" Enjoying how those cheeks of his grew to a deep shade of red when she saw the look in his eyes. "It'll be a cold day... well here, before you think you can outwit me, young man," Lucifer said, in a grandmotherly voice.

"I'll just have to out play you down in Georgia," Ira retorted referring to the old wives tale.

"I'll have you know, I did steal his soul," Lucifer said, turning her nose up at his taunt.

"Only after losing a fiddle of gold," Ira chuckled.

"Hmph!" Turning her head, keeping her smile hidden from him, Ira was the only one who could tease her and not incur her wrath. Rubbing her cheek along his chest, realizing that while she might never see her father ever again, Ira wouldn't have come into being if she hadn't rebelled. Wouldn't know what real love felt like if it wasn't for him. "Let's just lay here for a bit longer, alright?" Snuggling up closer to him, allowing her breasts to press into him knowing how Ira enjoyed the feel of them when she did so.

"Come Ira, time for us to return. We can't have them questioning our disappearance," Lucifer said, reverting to her human disguise. Biting her lip as she watched his underwear sliding along his ass. Her hands rested over her stomach, hoping that a child could be conceived between the two of them. Knowing that due to his mixed blood and her being an angel the gestation period would only be a week for her. Thoughts of what their offspring would look like danced in her mind. Wondering if Mor had any luck. She would have to check on that little demon and see how far if at all her belly had swollen. Knowing that their offspring too would rival any demon within her realm. An evil light flared in her golden eyes as she and her grandson returned to the world of man.

The salty air filled his nostrils as Ira stepped out of the doorway that separated the realms. A scowl formed on his lips as the hints of fecal matter hung in the air. Looking up at his uncle's home, his demon sensing the sexual energies swirling within those walls. While his angelic half could feel them, tilting his head to the side, wondering why they felt weaker than he was. When they had more experience at being a Nephilim than he did. Shaking it off, pushing the waist high wrought iron gate open, Ira wanted to get this over with and back to his home. While he knew this was important, especially after his encounter with Metatron, he still didn't like his cousin and the faster they got this done the faster he could be rid of her.

"Yes?" A silky feminine voice drifted as the door inched open. Clutching the robe, she had hastily donned, cinching it closed hiding her sagging 38C breasts from his gaze, as her brown eyes peered at the teenage boy. Feeling her prominent vulva rubbing against her yoga pants, her juices soaking into the material since Joseph had been in the process of fingering her as they made out in his study to keep him from releasing the blackmail material, he had on her and her friend Sandra Anderson. How she wanted to get her hands on it. Then she wouldn't have to make the trip down from her home just outside of Portland, Oregon. Nonetheless, she and Sandra couldn't afford their husbands finding out about the fifty million he had swindled from each of them when they had picked him up one night in the late '90s. Although, she couldn't deny that she did enjoy riding that cock of his.

"Melanie who is it?" Ira heard his uncle ask from somewhere within his home.

"I don't know," Melanie Johnson said, looking behind her. A nagging feeling gnawed at her mind at the fact she recognized the boy's face, yet where? The way he dressed she was sure he didn't live in Goldburn Heights, nor was he one of the boys she supplied the mind controlling drug to that she manufactured at the chemist lab she worked at. She just hoped the boy didn't know anyone she knew. She didn't want word spreading around town about her infidelity getting back to her husband. She did enjoy his money far too much to simply let go of it.

"Well, send him..."

"Wait!" Missy's voice cut in. Ira didn't know what she said, but he got the idea when he heard his uncle say 'Oh.'

"Let him in Melanie." Ira's ears perked as he heard the hurried footsteps. "Hello... Ira," his uncle said, uneasily.

"Hello uncle," Ira said, seeing the nervousness in his slight movements. "I assume you know why I'm here?"

"Y-yes," Joseph said, feeling the strength coming off his nephew's body. Knowing his mother must be drooling over the fact.

"Good..."

"Hello Ira," Missy said tentatively, cutting in. Her eyes running down his body noting a huge change within him.

"I assume you can handle this?" Joseph asked, looking over at his daughter. He was eager to get back between Melanie's legs.

"Yes Dad," Missy nodded.

"Good. I expect you not to disturb me," Joseph said, resting his arm along Melanie's shoulders steering her back towards his bedroom.

"Come along Ira," Missy said, waving him into her home. Hoping he didn't kill her while they were alone. How she dreaded this when her grandmother commanded her to instruct her cousin in the way of resurrecting servants. "So... I see some things have changed since we last saw one another," she said over her shoulder leading him through her house to her own private sanctuary where she could lounge in the delights of her own male servants as they pleased her.

"Can we hurry this along," Ira muttered. Trying to remember the last time he was at his uncle's place. Looking around at all the little knick-knacks that dotted their home. All the money they spent on things that seem so unimportant given what he had learned so far. No wonder his grandmother barely talked about them.

"What's the rush Ira?" Missy asked, as they neared the door to her own little area. Where she kept her life hidden from the women her father brought home.

"Have things to do, angels to look out for," Ira said indifferently.

"So, they're still after you?"

"In a manner of speaking," Ira said vaguely, not going into any details of what had transpired since they last saw each other. Arching an eyebrow as Missy pushed open the double doors, he could feel her power at work as he gazed upon the vast space. Wondering what else they wasted their gifts on as he eyed the seven teenage boys that were either lounging partially nude, watching tv, or checking themselves out in the mirrors that dotted the forty-by-eighty-foot room. Pondering on why they hadn't caught the attention of Heaven like he had when they so blatantly showed off their powers. Even if they use their demonic side, he would think it would be a huge beacon saying: Look at me! Here I am!

"Boys!" Missy cooed eyeing her male harem. Pondering on which one she was going to take to her bed that night. "Entertain my guest while I slip into something more... comfortable."

"I don't have..."

"Humor me, for just a little bit," Missy said, smiling warmly over her shoulder. Her ass swayed as she walked away. Enjoying the feel of her servants eyes on her as she walked behind the five-panel folding screen.

"Hey..."

"Go away," Ira said, not interested in making small talk.

"You be polite to my boys, Ira," Missy scolded as her shadow played along the thin cream-colored fabric. Her fingers trailing up smooth legs as they pulled the stocking along its surface. "It's not their fault you would rather be somewhere else, wherever that might be," her hips wiggled as her black thong graced her hips, "while I'm in agreement with you. I don't want you here anymore than you want to be here, yet grandmother told me to show you the ropes," she said, the silhouette of her wings danced along the screen as she tied her black and red corset tight. Allowing her power to seep into the room to show her cousin she wasn't as weak as he thought she was. Her halo hovering behind her twisted horns as her hands lavished on her breasts teasing her newest servant as he peeked around the screen. Wrapping her tail around her thigh to keep it from knocking the antique screen over as she walked around the corner of it. "Well, how do I look?" Missy asked, cocking out her hip, allowing her thong to detail her womanhood.

"F... sexy," her newest servant said, glancing over at Ira uncertain that he wasn't about to join them.

"Awe," Missy cooed, reaching over, her thumb gently brushing along his upper lip. All the while glancing at Ira as he stood there with his arms crossed along his chest, looking disinterested in what she was wearing.

"Really?! You had to change into that?" Ira asked, in a loud sigh.

"Of course! A newly raised servant of mine should see the body he'll be pleasing during his tenure with me," Missy huffed. "You're just mad that you're not going to be able to touch this body or ass," turning around giving her taut backside a dip and a shake, "of mine any time soon."

"Yeah, I'm okay with that," Ira said, rolling his eyes. "Can we just move this along, so I don't have to watch you dry hump one of them," he said, gesturing to the pretty boys that made up her little harem.

"Fine!" Turning her nose up in a huff, he might hate her, but would it have killed him to be kinder to her? Here she was practically naked, and it didn't get a single rise out of him. "You must be insane to not think this little, tight body of mine isn't hot," Missy said, sensuously, running her hands down the sides of her body teasing her cousin.

"Uh-huh, you don't make my top ten," Ira said, coldly. Wearing a wicked smirk as Missy's head snapped over to him. "Touch a nerve, did I?"

"Darius fetch the folder!" Missy barked her anger burning in her chest. She was going to make him eat those words... somehow. Walking over to the raised platform, which was lined with overstuffed giant pillows, where she could lavish in the delights of her servants would heap on her. "Kevin come here?!" she commanded turning back around to face Ira. She was going to make him watch as Kevin ate her out. She knew he couldn't deny how his body would react at the sight. The palms of her hands caressed Kevin's caramel skin before placing her right on the top of his head pushing him to his knees. Peering at Ira as her eyes crested the peak of Kevin's head. Her cheeks heated as she watched how his eyes rolled in his head. Reaching down pulling aside her thong, "Eat it!" Missy ordered.

Ira looked away as her pink hood flashed. He so didn't want to see his cousin's pussy, nor did he want to watch her riding that boy's face. "When you're done wasting my time, I'll be outside," Ira said, coldly.

Her frustration rose, she could almost feel the steam billowing out of her ears as the door closed. Never once had her looks failed her, until now. Moaning loudly to irk her cousin knowing he was standing just outside the door. Nearly screaming as she came all over Kevin's face.

Ira was leaning against the wall surfing through his text messages from Rita, Sue, Vikki, Beth, his mother, Alyda, and Cybil. He had tuned Missy out the moment he was out in the hall. His eyes lingering on the provocative photo Alyda had sent him. Her phone peering over her breasts as Bridgett was between her legs yesterday. Then to how Sue was between his mother's legs while Rita straddled her face. Seeing the bliss on Rita's face as his mother's hands held onto her thighs.

"Something was missing from all this... your nice hard cock, Ira." Ira felt his lips curving into a smile as Alyda sent another photo. This one was of her in her office on campus, the top three buttons of her blouse were open allowing him to gaze at the tops of her breasts. Her pink, lacy bra poking out along the edges of her shirt. Her green eyes peering mischievously through her wire frame glasses as she held her phone above her. Her red hair framed her face enticing him to personally study beneath her - preferably between her legs. "Although, that sister of yours... mmm... did do wonders to my little pussy. It's good to know I have such giving children. So, when is my darling son coming back to taste his horny mother?" Feeling his cock hardening as she sent another picture this one was of her left foot resting on the edge of her desk, her skirt pulled up showing off her matching panties as she leaned back in her leather chair. Her fingers spreading her labia as her left hand held her panties off to the side. Letting him see how moist her cunt was just thinking about him thrusting deep into her awaiting peach. "Can't you see how much your mother's pussy misses her sweet boy?"

"That I can, don't worry you'll see me soon, and I'll make sure to make it up to that pretty little thing," Ira wrote back.

"Mmm... good, I can't wait to thrust that adorable face between my tits." Sending another picture of her bunched-up breasts letting him picture his face deep within her wonderous paradise.

"Can't wait..." Glancing to his left as the door began to inch open.

"Well... I have to get back to teaching... I can't wait for my new teacher's pet to arrive. The things he'll be doing..." Allowing her innuendo to hang in the air as she went back to work.

"That was rude Ira," Missy huffed, slyly running her eyes down his body when her own demonic side sensed his sexual arousal. Wondering if it was because of her.

"As opposed to you making that guy eat you out in front of me?" Ira asked, with a pointed look as he pocketed his phone. "So, are you done doing... whatever that was?" he asked, gesturing to the room.

"Hold still," Missy said, her wings folded around him. "I'm going to teleport us to the county morgue. This way you'll be out of my hair," she said, coldly. Yet her eyes quickly glanced down when she lightly felt his bulge brushing against her. Wondering if he could morph it like her father could. However, it had been a while since her father sought her bed, since then he's been too busy luring the rich wives of whomever to his bed and neglecting her. She did miss the feel of an ever-changing cock deep inside her as she rode it. "Don't look at me like that," Missy muttered, looking away, feeling her cheeks becoming flushed at that smirk of his. Quickly whisking them away so she wouldn't have to deal with those taunting eyes of his.

"So, why are we here?" Ira asked, once they appeared within the cold, sterile room. The white glossy tiles shone in the artificial light; the metal doors of the cooler sat in neat rows one above the other in a row of three. His eyes darted about sensing the lingering souls that haunted that cold place.

"Well, I'm sure that Gran has told you that we can only bring those back that's been dead for a few days," Missy said, noticing how Ira was looking around at the people that simply ignored them as they stood in the center of the room. "Relax Ira, it's a trick we can do, as well as angels can, so that we go unnoticed by those not one of us," she said, walking over to the clipboard that housed the names of the bodies that were stored in those stainless-steel refrigerated drawers. "I'm surprised you didn't know that," Missy said, smirking, knowing he still had some things to learn. "I'm happy to teach you if you want," hanging the clipboard back on its hook once she learned of which drawer number the boy she had come for was resting in. "Oh," her ass bounced as she walked to the left side of the room, "you should study up on your anatomy," she said, peering over her shoulder. He might have changed but Ira was still an incubus and she knew they couldn't look away when another of their kind was partially naked.

"Why?" Ira asked, trying to keep his eyes from dipping lower than her shoulder blades.

"Well, you just can't bring a soul back without repairing the damage that caused their deaths. That would just cause panic. Do you really want one of your servants to be walking around with a gaping hole in their head or chest, or their heads wobbling on a broken neck?" Missy asked, cocking out her left hip as she turned towards him. "I don't think Gran would be happy to know that you were the one that caused a riot about a zombie apocalypse. You might..." her eyes ran down his chest, "have grown stronger but I doubt you would want Gran on your ass."

Ira thought for a moment. He had to admit he really didn't want his grandmother hounding him for doing something as foolish as that. Reluctantly Ira admitted to himself that his cousin did have a point as much as that pained him to do. He preferred to have his grandmother riding his cock than being a pain in his ass. "Very well, I'll take it under advisement," Ira sighed.

"See, was that so hard to admit?" Missy asked, keeping her mirth contained. The metal handle resounded as she opened the drawer's door. Ignoring how the two men who were working rushed out. It always amused her when they did that. The rollers popped along their tracks as she slowly pulled out the metal tray the boy's body rested on. Her eyes ran over his grey skin, noting the holes in his arms where they had drained his blood from, lifting up the sheet, a disappointing scowl formed on her lips noting the boys package. She had hoped he would have been a tad bigger than average.

"Not what you were hoping for?" Ira asked, with hints of his giddiness lacing his words.

"Are you assuming you could do better?" Missy asked, shooting him a pointed look. Knowing full well that he could, she just wanted to see if she could get him to fall for her ploy.

"Duh," Ira said, rolling his eyes.

"You willing to prove it?" Missy asked, taunting him.

"You really want to see my..." Ira glanced down his body to his manhood.

"Hey, if you're going to insult my choice of servant and his dick, then I want to see it. I want to see just how big it is," Missy said, moving away from the boy's body. "Go on, show me, no one's going to see us," she demanded placing her hands on her hips. "Unless of course, you're afraid to show your cock to me," Missy said, arching an eyebrow, daring him with a disbelieving look.

"Really?! You want to see it that bad, huh?"

"Why not, it's not like that thing hasn't been passed around," Missy said, with a knowing smirk. "Come on, it's not like anyone is going to know about it. The humans can't see us, and Gran surely won't mind if she found out." Silently willing his cock to grow to ten inches in his pants just in case he did fall for her little stunt. "Unless of course, you're a pussy, and can't get it up in front of me." Her eyes slyly dipped low seeing how his cock strained the fabric of his pants. She could feel her cunt throbbing at the thought of having something that big back within her tight little peach. Knowing how it would purr after so long of not feeling something that large. "Well?" Her eyes glanced up, arching an eyebrow, silently willing him to give in.

"You want to see it so badly, then you take it out," Ira retorted, seeing through her ploy. If she thought for one second, he was going to give into her little taunts, then she was a fool; his fight with Raphaela had taught him not to allow his emotions to lead his actions. Plus, if she did, then it was she who was playing into his hand, and that Ira could come to enjoy.

"Oh?!" Missy said, stepping up to him. Only an inch separated their bodies. Her eyes looked up into his as his looked down into hers. "Is this what you want cousin?" Her voice dripped with sin as the palm of her hand ran up and down the shaft of his rod. "To feel my hand wrapped around your hard cock?" she asked, her tongue flicked against her teeth. "Or maybe you want my lips around it, hmm?" Her fingers slowly eased down the tab of his zipper. Feeling the heat of his cock as that hard tool bulged out of the opening.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to see it, I have no desire about the idea of it," Ira said, the pads of his fingers drumming along his legs. Keeping his smirk hidden knowing that she had done exactly what he wanted, albeit getting a hand-job from his cousin was a sacrifice he was going to have to deal with.

"You sure Ira?" Missy asked, lightly pressing her breasts into his chest while her hand slipped through the slit of his boxer-briefs. Gently easing out his steel pole, "You sure you don't want me on my knees, my lips softly wrapped around this," the tips of her fingers skimmed up and down the shaft of his cock as she stroked him off, "my tongue teasingly lashing this hard thing as it glides through my mouth; or is it that you want," reaching down pulling aside her thong, "to feel these lips around it as you fuck me?" she asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit.

"So, it's evolved from a hand-job, to a blow-job, to me fucking you. Are your servants not giving it to you like you want it?" Ira asked, not hiding his arrogant smirk.

"Mmm," peering down, her index finger ran along the length of Ira's cock. Watching it flex in time with his heartbeat. "Well... they aren't incubi, Ira, and they can't make it as big as I like," Missy said, her thumb brushing along the underside of his crown. Feeling his pre-cum coating it as she did. "You don't have to like me to let me have a turn on it, do you?" she asked, casting him a glance. Watching how the meatus of his crown widened as her fingers slid down his mushroom top. Her tail swooshed in her excitement as she imagined what his cum would look like as it shot out from it.

Ira contemplated on her question. Did he really want to know what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock? To know what her face looked like as he came all over it. To have her moans formally entrenched in his mind. Glancing down as she added her other hand to his shaft, seeing her sinful smile on her lips as she gently tugged on his root. Seeing that forked tongue of hers flickering out as if she was tasting the air.

"What about your new boy toy?" Ira asked, nodding to the dead body, stalling for time.

"Oh, I have hours left to resurrect him," Missy said, offhandedly. "Gran already told me about Andrew, so you already know how to do the breath of life. All I really need to show you is how to call back the person's soul. Although, I do wish I would've been there to watch you give that boy what he deserved. What?!" she huffed at Ira's look. "Bridgett's my cousin, you and I might not get along, but she and I do," wiggling her nose at him, "so when she told me how you dished out his punishment... I was impressed, to say the least. Didn't know you had that in you," Missy said, with a slight smile at the fact that he hadn't stopped her yet. "So, what will it be Ira?" A chill ran down her spine at the smile on his lips.

Ira raked his eyes down Missy's body. Bringing up his right hand, the snap of his fingers echoed in that room for the dead, his gold-ruby eyes shimmered as his angelic powers flared to life. Oh, he'll fuck her alright, he'll fuck her so well, she'd be begging him for another ride and thereafter, forever putting her beneath his thumb.

"Ira!" Missy gasped in false shock as she stared down her nude body.

"Well? What you waiting for? Get on your knees and suck," Ira commanded, drawing out the last word.

"Does that mean... you'll let me feel this inside my little pussy?" Missy asked, slyly. Her grandmother had been taunting her ever since she had started sleeping with him. Telling her how well Ira constantly fucked her compared to the little boys she had running around, and she was tired of being heckled about it; and from the looks of it - namely his cock - she knew she was in for the ride of her life. Sinking down his body, allowing the tip of his rod to coat her skin in his pre-cum, leaving a shiny trail along her body as she squatted before him. Her gold-ruby eyes peered up at him as her tongue ran along the back of his cock.

Feeling it twitch on the tip of her tongue as she teased his crown. She was going to make him eat his words when he told her she didn't make his top ten. She was going to show him, she could be better than any of the other women - minus her grandmother - he was currently sleeping with. Shaking her head when eight inches of his length rested in her mouth just so she could hear the enjoyment in his voice. However, her eyes flew wide in startlement as Ira took hold of her hair. Fighting back her gag as Ira hammered his cock down her throat. Her hands beat on his hips as her face grew red as his rod cut off her air supply. A loud gasp of air resounded as Ira finally gave her a chance to breathe as his tip left her lips.

Her chest heaved, her 32A breasts rose and fell as she tried to draw air back into her burning lungs. Her voice was muffled as Ira shoved his cock back into her mouth. Her hands fell away from his hips, darkness crept along the edges of her eyes as her nose was buried in his pubic hair as his balls slapped against her chin. Her drool dripped down to the floor as Ira violated her mouth. She hadn't expected him to be this forceful. She had expected him to be putty in her hands once his cock touched her lips. Fresh air flooded her body, her vision cleared to the image of the head of Ira's cock staring her in the eyes. Which she quickly closed as she saw that head swelling. Feeling his hot cum splattering across her face. Her nostrils flared as the smell of it filled her nose. She wondered how she looked with it painted across her face.

"Easy!" Missy huffed as Ira hastily pulled her to her feet by her arm. Pens, paper, a slew of other knick-knacks went bouncing along the floor as Ira forced her back onto the desk's surface. Her blonde hair became stuck in the hot seed that still marred her face as Ira forced her legs open. "There's no need..." A loud, sucking gasp left her lips as Ira shoved his hard cock into her cunt. "Fuck! Ira, it's so... deep!" Missy moaned, her back arching, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Ira hammered his rod into her like a rapid-fire piston. Her eyes widened and darted to him as he softly choked her while his other hand was roughly squeezing her right breast.

"That's it Ira, fuck that pussy. Fuck it hard!" she rasped. Her cunt quivered and tightened as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Ira widened the girth of his cock causing a torrent of her cream to flood out soaking the desk below her. "Oh fuck! Ira! It's too big!" Missy groaned yet couldn't deny how good it felt as it stretched her cunt out to its limits. Her hands tried to slow him down by pressing on his chest to keep him at a distance. However, it appeared to her, her little pussy enjoyed how his hand gently choked her while he rammed that hard cock into her, as evident by how sloppy wet she was getting. "Oh God, oh God, yes Jebus, yes! Don't fucking stop Ira... I'm cumming!" Missy howled in bliss as her orgasm exploded sending a rush of pleasure through her veins. Her mind went blank, her tongue flopped out of her mouth as Ira removed his hand from her throat and took hold of her arms. Forcing her near paralyzed body down the shaft of his wet, steel rod.

She had never been fucked like this ever before. Missy never thought Ira's disdain for her would cause him to fuck her so... deliciously, that it felt like her cunt would take weeks to heal up from. Not that she was complaining, the saturated desk below her could vouch for how well she was enjoying it. For ten minutes the only thing that could be heard in that room was the wetness of her sex, the slapping of Ira's balls, and her unintelligible grunts as she was adrift on the euphoria that flooded her mind, threatening to drown her in those blissful waves. Her muscles were so weak her body simply flopped around as she came once again on her cousin's cock. Winching as Ira pulled his swollen, twitching cock from her sore, spent cunt. Her chest heaved in exhaustion as she watched through half-lidded eyes as his cum shot along her chest. Once again painting her skin in his hot, white seed. Her muscles twitched, her cunt throbbed like mad, her canal quaked as it tried to return to its original size as her nectar leaked out of that gaping hole. Her eyes fell upon the head of his cock, seeing that last bead of cum just sitting there calling to her.

Weakly, her hand reached out, pulling her weakened body off the desk and onto the floor kneeling in front of him. Tentatively, her mouth opened, her tongue ran along his crown lapping up that single bead of cum before her lips slid down his cock. Glancing up at him, her hand running down her stomach, gathering up his spent seed on the palm of her hand as she dragged it upwards. "Fuck! I want to ride it! I wonder if he'll let me?" Missy asked herself as her tongue ran along her palm her eyes never leaving him.

A small seal of Solomon ignited from the tip of her index finger reforming the clothes that Ira had sent to the ether and removing the cum from her face. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as she watched him stuffing that hard cock back into his pants. She had to fuck it again. She didn't care, she needed to feel it deep inside her all over again, and it appeared to her that Ira totally knew. "Well... you certainly are better equipped..." Her eyes burning a hole in his jeans as that tube of meat was still hard. Her hands took hold of his hips, pulling herself up, her breasts dragging up his chest just so she could feel his cock pressing against her. Plus, she needed the support, she doubted her wobbling legs could do that. "See you don't need to like me to fuck me Ira," Missy purred, reaching down, softly caressing his tool.

"Can't get enough, huh?" Ira smirked knowing this was how he had planned it. Hate fucking her was just a bonus.

"Can you blame me Ira? You were the one that increased its girth, stretching out my little pussy," Missy said, slowly rising on the tips of her toes. Her hands running up his chest before coming to a rest on his shoulders. "Say?" Her lips inches away from his.

"Hmm?"

"If I'm nicer, would you..." Looking down his chest gently rubbing her clit along that hard member. "Would you fuck me again?" Missy asked, her eyes studying his. "I promise to keep the remarks to a minimum Ira," she said, she had to have it again. With her father neglecting her, and her servants... (Well, they were really only meant for one thing - Power. Power that has kept most of the angels about the city away from her.) Weren't cut out to truly please her like her father had got her hooked on; and he was content on pushing her away, Missy had no problem seeking out someone that could. "Will you please fuck me again with this big cock?" Missy begged, batting her eyelashes at him.

"You'll have to come to me, no way I'm coming back here," Ira said, arching an eyebrow. Knowing if she agreed then that would make her... for the lack of a better word - his bitch.

"If I do then you have to promise to let me ride this all night, because I just won't pop in for a quick fuck," Missy said, fighting herself from reaching down and whipping out his cock so he could fuck her again. However, as much as she wanted that very thing her cunt needed time to heal.

"Alright," Ira said, making it sound like a chore, while hiding his mirth at how, she was now beneath his thumb. Arching an eyebrow as Missy nearly skipped over to the body, she had come to raise all the while humming as she did.

"Come here Ira," Missy said, looking over her shoulder. Shaking her ass at him wondering if she could fit his cock in her tight little starfish. Shaking the thought from her mind, she had her servants if she wanted that. "You can't learn from all the way over there," she said, her lips curling into a taunting smile. "Now," glancing up at him as he stood on the other side of the metal drawer, "in order to call the person's soul back to this plane of existence you must tap into your angelic powers. I'm assuming you know how to do that by now?" Missy asked, shooting him a look, seeing him nod. "Now see with your mind and feel the eddies of the spiritual currents that swirl around this place," watching how he slowly closed his eyes, "can you see?" she asked, wondering if he had any experience seeing with his mind.

"Yes," Ira said, plainly.

"Then watch cousin," Missy said, bring up her hand, closing her own eyes. Only to throw up her arms before her, "What the hell? Why are you so bright?!" she asked, rubbing the heels of her hands against her eyes as black dots danced before them. Her hands darted out, catching on the drawer, trying to shake it off. "No, that can't be what I saw, no way he has four wings, there was just no way!" She said to herself in disbelief. "It must be, because of how bright he is that caused the illusion."

"As I was saying," blinking away the last of the dots, "follow the flow, allow it to lead you to the soul you seek," Missy said, closing her eyes again, yet this time keeping herself from looking directly at him. "If the soul is being stubborn you can will it to yourself. It's a trick Gran taught me," she said, her fingers dancing along the ether as she neared the soul of the boy that lingered on the earthly plane. "However, this being the morgue and all, souls tend to linger when they should have moved on. Hence why it's an excellent place for us to gather servants from." A smirk raised the corner of her mouth as her fingers wrapped around the boy's soul. "Don't worry, I won't harm you," Missy cooed into her folded hands. "I give you an option to live again, but in order to do that you must serve me for three years.

Then you can return to the life you threw away," stating her terms to the boy who had taken his own life. "I understand you're sad, I understand that you hate yourself at what you've done. The pain you have caused to those that cared about you. I can't change that. I can, however, give you a means to redeem yourself, to prove to yourself that you are worthy to live again. You won't be alone anymore. You won't be teased while you serve me. Trust me, my offer is far better than the alterative that awaits you," she said, speaking to the boy when he was whining about how life was cruel, and no one understood him. "Hell. You took your own life. There is only one place that will welcome you once you cross the veil. Glad you finally understand," Missy said, she was going to have to work on him to get him out of that 'woe is me' attitude. If she didn't it was going to be three long annoying years.

Breathing the breath of life into his soul before placing her left hand on his chest while her right rested on his forehand. Pouring her angelic powers into his body, healing the bullet wound and the damaged grey matter of his brain and everything else which was damaged as the bullet tumbled around in his skull. "Now rise Jason Carter and live again, and live to serve me," Missy commanded, her wings extended, her halo burning bright as she brought the boy back from the dead.

"W-what... where...?" Jason asked groggily, as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Don't worry about that for now," Missy said, smiling sweetly at him, her eyes glancing over to Ira. "You serve me now, so don't disappoint me or I'll send you to Hell. This is your second chance," she said, allowing the boy's eyes to run down her body. To see just what he would be pleasing for the next three years. "Your only chance to change your fate. Now Ira," turning her head towards him, "you can, although, I wouldn't advise it, you can take the souls from living people; but in doing so you immediately make them your servants. This is why we take the dead, so that never happens. This way we can choose who we wish to bring back."

"I see," Ira muttered, deep in thought, knowing he would have to constantly surf the obituaries for those that had recently died. He also knew he had to jump on it if he hoped to stand toe to toe with Metatron and the others like her. Moving off as Missy helped the boy off that cold piece of metal.

"I take it you'll be leaving now?" Missy asked, her attention diverted behind her, seeing the rise in the sheet Jason had wrapped himself in and his eyes on her ass. "Virgin," she sighed in her mind. "Well, at least I don't have to break him of any bad habits," she thought to herself.

"That was all you had to show me, right?" Ira asked, hoping the image of his cock fucking her would haunt her dreams.

"For now, anyway," batting off Jason's hand with her tail as he tried to touch her body without permission, "you can touch when I tell you, you can," Missy hissed, using her powers to force Jason to his knees, as she squeezed his soul.

"Not very kind to them, are you?"

"I am, when they've been taught my rules," Missy said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Her hips swayed seductively, pulling up on the straps of her thong, letting the image of her cunt be brunt into his mind as she closed the distance between them. "The next time we see each other," her fingers danced up his manhood, "please don't squeeze my tits too hard. They are sensitive you know," her fingers weaved through his hair on the back of his head. Taking him by surprise as she pulled him in for a kiss. Hoping he enjoyed the taste of his cum on her tongue as it rolled within his mouth. If he thought he had gotten the better of her, Missy was going to make sure he got the hint. Nonetheless, she would put up with his attitude for the chance to ride that cock again. "So maybe he did win this one," she thought to herself as their lips pulled away. "There are other battles to fight, and those I mean to win."

"Well, I need to get this one back and teach him the rules," Missy said, her hand resting underneath Jason's right arm hoisting him to his feet. "You'll be seeing me soon Ira." She taunted as her wings folded in around his body teleporting them back to her home.

The High Halls of Heaven...

Her golden eyes studied the orb before her. Watching how her sisters Raphaela and Gabriella orgasmed all because of one Nephilim. Biting her nail as those scenes repeated across those captivated eyes of hers. Her light pink nipples pressed hard against the heavenly robe she was wearing. Ever since Metatron had conveyed her father's decree, she had refrained from following in her sisters footsteps. Yet now after hearing the whispers, the giggles, the satisfaction in their voices it had weakened her resolve. She could feel her angelic cunt quivering as she watched the elation on her sisters' faces. Her right hand sneakily ran down her right 38EE breast. The pad of her finger lightly teased that hard bud. Her thighs rubbed together as she fought herself from reaching down, spreading her legs, letting her fingers dance along her moistening labia. Looking down through the valley of her mountainous orbs as her robe slid off her thighs as if it was telling her to give in. Her eyes quickly shot up as she felt her sisters approaching. Quickly snatching her robe back over her thighs and waving her hand through the air returning the orb back to its inert state.

"Did he tell you why he wasn't in school today?" Gabriella asked, walking beside her sister as they entered their chamber. Her bare feet glided along the highly polished heavenly stone. Her own robe clinging to her body, no longer self-conscious about how her body looked compared to her sisters. Her cheeks lightly heating as Ira's words rang in the back of her mind as she looked up to her younger sister.

"No," Raphaela sighed shaking her head. She was looking forward to their practice too. Longing to feel his hands dancing along her thighs as she rode that hard tool of his. To feel his strong grip on her ass as he sent that thick branch into her gushing spring. To the way his lips felt around her nipples as he sucked on her breasts. Her thighs pressing against his as when he was between her legs. "Did you not learn anything as Kristen?" Raphaela asked, peering down at her sister.

"Really?" Michelle cut in. A tad incensed that they were more worried about the Nephilim's disappearance than their heavenly duties. "Need I remind you sisters; your loyalty is to Heaven and not this... boy."

"And we are doing exactly that sister," Raphaela huffed. Placing her hands on her hips causing her 36E breasts to jostle. "What better way to keep an eye on him than being in his presence, hmm? That is what father ordered us to do, is it not?"​