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"But must you constantly talk about him?" Michelle whispered the flashes of their faces appeared in her mind sending a new wave of slickness down her canal. The image of Gabriella in that forest beside the fair popped into her mind, recounting how Ira tasted her sister's sex while she swallowed that pole of his. Wondering if he would do the same for her. Sighing inwardly, reminiscing on how her own maker would have her squealing in delight as her father laid between her legs. Feeling her clit twitch in acknowledgement that she so needed that release.

"We can't gather intel on him, if we don't talk about him sister," Gabriella said, walking around the orb. Walking up to the left side of Michelle's throne, her fingers trailed along Michelle's forearm. She knew full well she was being stubborn given what Ira was. "It's okay, there's no need for you to languish in your frustration," she said, sweetly.

"But..."

"Come sister," Raphaela said, walking over to her own throne. "Surely, you have sensed that Metatron has made her own move, yes?" she asked, shooting her sister a coy smirk.

"Ira isn't like those before him," Gabriella said, her mind wandering back to that night. "Why not give him a chance?"

"Then why do you parade around in that disguise?" Michelle asked, looking over at her sister while ignoring her question.

"What?! How else am I to learn how to track a boy in this day and age?"

"By befriending that Laura Grey girl?" Michelle asked, with a pointed look.

"What, she's a nice mortal girl," Gabriella said, shrugging her shoulders. "Plus, she was nice to me, when human high school should be added to one of Hell's circles given how those teenagers are so self-centered. Plus, there's something that pained her soul, and isn't it our duty to aid in easing their plight?"

"Still..."

"Michelle, why not just go see him for yourself," Raphaela said, cutting in. Waving her hand at the orb, smirking as her own orgasmic face appeared on its surface. "That is what you want, is it not?" she asked, nodding to the orb.

"Trust me sister," Gabriella cooed, reaching down below the armrest of her throne. Her fingers danced along Michelle's inner thigh. Feeling her muscles trembling as she teased her sister. A seductive smirk rose along her lips as Michelle let out a soft little moan as the pads of her fingers ran along her labia. "Ira can do wonders with this," she said, smirking at Michelle's sultry eyes as her index finger gently rubbed on Michelle's clitoris. Watching how her older sister bit her lip as she slid two fingers into her canal. Feeling how wet she was all the while giving them grief about visiting Ira. "Why don't you drop the act Michelle this wet little thing tells me you want to feel it deep inside of you just like we did," Gabriella said, feeling Michelle's folds squeezing her fingers. Glancing over at Raphaela as she rose from her throne. While she was happy to hear someone complement on her small body like Ira did. That didn't mean she still didn't yearn to have the voluptuous bodies like her sisters had.

"Relax sister," Raphaela said, resting her left arm along the back of Michelle's throne. "We know how it is. Never before have we been given orders to lay with a Nephilim. I'll admit I was the first one to question whether or not Ira would be like those that we laid low in ages past. Trust me, if father didn't want this then we would still be frustrated like we have been all these centuries, and don't you want to feel what that boy can do?"

Michelle eyed her sister's heavy hang breasts as they dangled inches away from her face. "Did... did it feel good when he..." Taking a dry swallow as the pink of Raphaela's areolas bled through her robe. Her own nipples aching to feel a pair of lips wrapped around her own.

"When he sucks on these?" Raphaela asked, her hands moved under her breasts, cradling each one as she lifted them. Trying not to smile at her sister's slight nod. "Exquisite sister," she sighed in bliss.

"So, give him a chance, you might come to realize you enjoy it just as much as we do," Gabriella said, running her slick fingers along Michelle's clit. Backing away as Michelle rose from her throne. "Going somewhere sister?" she asked, with a teasing smile.

"I... need to think," Michelle said, offhandedly, disappearing to the highest spire in Heaven. Where she could ponder on what her sisters had told her and to quell her own mind at what was asked of her.

New York City...

Vikki had finally found the man after two nights crisscrossing the globe. It wasn't hard to track her prey in that vast city. His scent led her right to him. Something she procured from Cora that the man left behind when he fled the state with his ill-gotten gains. The belt of Phykhe sat beneath her tight black dress as her hips swayed seductively as she walked into the bar after the bouncer allowed her entrance. Her green eyes slyly scanned the twilight interior, the lights flashing along her eyes, the music thumping in her ears as she searched for the man. A cruel evil smile graced her lips as she saw him sitting alone at the bar. While she might not be able to get the money, he had stolen from Cora back. However, that wasn't why she was there. Her Ira wasn't ever going to need anyone to feed him except those that already do. Too much was at stake and she wasn't about to lose him; not to Heaven and certainly not to Hell.

Paying no heed to the men that tried to draw her attention. Tried and failed to entice her to spend the night with them. If she wanted them, it wouldn't take much to take them to her bed. Alas no, this wasn't about her own need to feed, this was to ensure the man she loved would have the means to keep himself protected from those that would want to use him. Her fingers lightly danced along the man's shoulders pouring her demonic energies into him. Watching his head turn to the right as she eased into the small space on his left.

"I hope no one is sitting here?" Vikki asked, her voice light and alluring as the man looked over at her. Laying her purse on the bar casting the man a warm smile. Her eyes coyly running from his balding head to his chubby face, his bulbous hawk-like nose, and very thin lips. Watching how the man tried to straighten out his suit jacket trying to hide his pot-belly.

"No, by all means please have a seat," the man gestured. Thinking his luck had turned as the gorgeous red-head slid into the seat next to him. "So... what brought you here tonight?" he asked, gesturing to the bartender to bring the woman a drink.

"My fool of a boyfriend thought I wouldn't notice him fucking my roommate," Vikki lied, but the man didn't need to know that. "I mean look at me," she said, allowing his gaze to wander down her lithe body. "You wouldn't step out on your woman when she looks and fucks like I do, would you?" Vikki asked, smiling seductively at him.

"No... no," the man muttered, trying not to lick his lips in front of her as the front of her dress inched up her thighs, nor was he going to point that out to her.

"See, you know." Vikki giggled taking her drink from the bartender. Smiling coyly at him as she peered out of the corner of her right eye as her hand ran up his inner thigh, stopping inches from his groin. "I know this is so forward," she cooed leaning into him. Her lips brushing against his ear, ignoring how his ear hair poked at her skin. "But I want you take me home and show my foolish boyfriend just what he's missing?" Vikki purred, her lips capturing his earlobe as she pulled away. "Don't you want to feel my twenty-year-old pussy fucking this cock?" she asked, gently caressing his manhood.

The man stuttered, spilling his drink down his shirt only to watch that strange red-head's tongue running up it gathering up his spilt liquor. He didn't know why he had said yes. Didn't know why he so eagerly led that strange woman hurriedly out of the club, nor why he took her to his home instead of a hotel room. Yet something in the back of his mind compelled him to.

He was lost in a sea of arousal as her tongue moved around his mouth like a seasoned pro as they stumbled through his front door. His average cock strained against his dress pants as Vikki's hands were like a wild beast. Pulling, tugging, tearing at his clothes as if she couldn't wait to have him. Grunting as they rolled along the hallway wall knocking picture frames from their mounts. He didn't care. All he was thinking of was having that woman's mouth and cunt wrapped around his little head. Unbeknownst to him that was Vikki's true goal in all of this.

The lights of the city shone through the window of his high-rise apartment. He couldn't utter a word as he watched that woman's breasts bouncing as she rode him hard. He had no idea why she was fucking him so hard, not that he was going to complain.

Vikki closed her eyes picturing it was Ira beneath her as she rode that rubber coated cock. She wanted to get this over as quickly as she could, just the feel of him beneath her made her skin crawl. Plus, she so desperately wanted to spend the night in Bridgett and Ira's arms.

"That's it big boy fucking cum for me," Vikki huffed. Knowing how much men enjoyed that little banter. Her green eyes instantly turned ruby as she felt the peak of his sexual energies. The belt of Phykhe materialized before him as she forced his mouth open. Her vice-like grip held his chin still as she drew forth his life force. She took a year for herself, as the rest of his remaining years began to gather in a glowing, floating orb. A red light flashed along the walnut sized sapphire that rested in her navel as the silver glinted in the light along with the small pear-shaped rubies. Watching as the man's cheeks, his stomach, his muscles began to shrink as she drew forth every ounce of the man's life force. Leaving behind nothing more than a fifty-pound withered husk of a shell as her dress slid down her body. Her wings unfurled, her light purple tone rushed along her skin, her horns shimmered into being as her tail lashed the floor of the man's home. Her fingers ran along the surface of the gem beneath her dress knowing her Ira would want for nothing. Not if she had anything to say about it. Raising his window, stepping out onto his fire escape before taking to the air.

"I'm coming home Ira," Vikki said, as the wind whipped past her ears.

Moments before Vikki's encounter in New York...

"Ira?! This is Ira's number is it not?" Came across the tiny speaker on his phone having answered as he lounged in his reading chair. Wondering where Vikki had gotten off to since she was normally in his room around this time at night. "Hello?"

"Yeah, this is my phone, who's this?" Ira said, not recognizing the number or the voice of the caller.

"Oh, I'm so glad I reached you! It's Emily - Beth's mother - I hope you remember...?"

"Of course, I do. How could I ever forget such a stunning woman," Ira said. He wondered why he hadn't heard from her since giving her his number after he made her watch as he fucked her daughter.

"Awe!" Emily said also sending him a blushing emoji through text. "You remember your offer?"

"That if you need a new seat or a hard ride?" Ira said sending the smirking emoji back to her, all the while wondering why she was using emoji's during the call.

"Mmmhmm. You wouldn't mind if we just kept this strictly as sex, would you?"

"No, why?"

"Because for the past week I've been fighting myself against taking you up on your offer. While I don't want you to be tied down to an old..."

"If you're going to say an old woman, trust me there are few women that look as good as you at your age," Ira interrupted her. A smirk raised the corner of his lips as a torrent of blushing emojis filled his screen.

"Do you think you can pound this pussy...?" She started to ask as she sent a photo of her cunt to him. "Real good and hard, it desperately needs to feel something hard in it and not a rubber dildo?"

"It would be my pleasure Emily," Ira said. Reaching into his desk drawer for the condoms he had bought a while back (When he asked the sales lady if the pack he had chosen would fit an eight-inch cock. Ira kept his chuckle to himself as she stared at him slack jawed. After a few minutes of reassuring her that he did indeed have an eight-inch penis he couldn't help but laugh as he left the store), for this very reason. He wasn't about to turn her into a servant like her daughter and Cybil were. She was too nice of a woman to do that to her.

"Mmm... so polite. Beth's out with friends for the next hour or two. How fast can you get here?"

"Hmm, in about five minutes," Ira said.

"Good. Don't keep this waiting Ira!" Emily said, sending along a picture of her pink robe hanging open, with it covering her 32D breasts, it however, didn't hide her mound as she snapped the photo on a selfie stick.

A red haze drifted over his golden-ruby eyes as he knelt on his roof. His four wings unfurled; his halo flared to life as his reversed C-shaped horns sprouted from his skull. His tail wiggled about as he pushed off the roof sending him shooting skyward. The growing starlight danced along his midnight blue skin as his white hair rippled in the wind. Halting his flight as he was halfway there, hovering in midair, his head was on a swivel as he felt someone watching him. His sword instinctively appeared in his hand. He wasn't about to be caught off guard like he had been when Raphaela first showed herself to him. Sending his sword back to the ether when the feeling came to nothing, but he didn't brush it off either like he had done when he first went to Cybil's home. Landing a few yards away from her home in darkest part between the lamp post. Reverting back to his human form, running his fingers through his hair as he neared her home.

The door to her home slowly opened. Perfume drifted on the air as Emily greeted him wearing that same pink robe. Her hungry eyes ran down his body as her right hand rested on the inside doorknob while her left hand rested on the molding of the door. "Well, hello there stranger," Emily cooed, "I do hope that tongue is eager for this hot pussy of mine?" Her eyes burning into his groin remembering how he had fucked her daughter with that hard eight-inch cock of his.

"Oh? Didn't think you would want your neighbors to see and hear you moaning as a teenage boy eats that pretty little thing of yours on your doorstep," Ira said, flashing her a smile as her eyes flickered up to his face. "Although, if you're into that I'm sure I can oblige."

"Mmm... tempting," Emily mused before reaching out her hand taking hold of his shirt pulling him into her home. Quickly shutting her door, her ass pressing against the wooden surface as her eyes ran down his back. "Ira?"

"Hmm?" Ira hummed turning around. Watching how Emily pulled the belt of her robe loose. His eyes traveling up her body as she pushed it from her shoulders.

"Come here," Emily purred, her finger beckoning him to her. Her thumbs brushed along his cheeks as she stared into the eyes of the man, she was going to make love to. Who was going to plow that hard tool into her aching pussy that's been dying for a good fuck for the past three years of her failed marriage. Gooseflesh ran along her skin as she felt his fingers running up her body. "Mmmhmm," she softly moaned as Ira gently cradled her breasts. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as he teasingly played with her orbs. How she loved it when a man did that. However, something else needed his immediate attention, but first she wanted to taste the lips she was going to be cumming on. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into her. Her tongue rolled within Ira's mouth noting that his tongue skills had improved since the last time they saw one another. She couldn't wait to see how well it teased her cunt to an explosive orgasm. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders silently telling him where she needed him.

Ira's nose wiggled as he caught the scent of her sex drifting off her mound. Glancing up, noting how she was biting on her lower lip as his own neared her peach. Her legs spread wider to give him better access to her womanhood. Performing the techniques that his mother, sister, and Vikki had taught him on that hot sex of hers.

"Oh fuck! Mmmhmm! God Ira!" Emily moaned loudly as she pressed the back of her head against the door. Her fingernails scraped along his scalp as Ira tasted her cunt with the skill of a man twice his age. "O...o" Her chest convulsed as her lungs tried to draw in a large gulp of air. "Fuck yes!" she bellowed out in a thunderous scream as Ira's tongue rubbed along her G-spot. "Yes, yes, yes! Get that fucking tongue in there!" Emily growled her fingers grabbed tufts of his hair as she rode that amazing tongue of his. "Mmmhmm. Right there! Don't you dare stop!" Emily's eyes rolled to the back of her head, wondering why this young man could eat her pussy so well that her wetness lasted hours after the fact. She didn't tell him that she had tried two different men after their last visit. Proclaiming they could eat pussy like a pro. Only to be left wanting after they had failed to live up to her expectations. She had to be sure she hadn't been hallucinating, the last time Ira was over, about that tool of his. Emily needed the reassurance that Ira could indeed live up to the memory. Her eyes fluttered; her muscle's trembled as that tongue rolled along her clit. When she had told him that she wanted to keep this all about sex. She only did it, because she knew she could fall in love with him with his pussy eating alone. "Ira!" Emily cried out in bliss as her hot slick cream coated his face.

The moment she saw how her hot peach juice coated his face - she pounced! Licking, kissing, sucking on those wet lips of his. Loving how they felt and tasted like against hers, also loving the taste of her peach upon them as well. Rubbing her breasts gently along his chest as she teased that slumbering snake from his nest. Marking it in her hot juices, telling the world he was hers for that short time. "Do you understand what's going to happen Ira?"

"Umm... I'm going to say, you slyly take it out letting me see how well those lips look like wrapped around it?" Ira posed his question and answered hers at the same time.

"Mmm..." Breathing in deeply as her nose trailed down his chest. Along the outline of his cock as she brushed her cheek down the denim fabric. "Yessss," Emily purred, her hazel eyes shimmering in her hunger as her lips ran up his cock. "That is a part of what's going to happen tonight," her sultry voice conveyed her burning desire to have that lovely hard cock deep within her pussy. "No tonight Ira, I'm going to show you how a mature woman fucks," she said, her body gliding along his. Her breasts swaying centimeters from his face. Gently lowering her wet peach on that hard rod. "You don't have a problem with that, do you Ira?"

"Nope, not one damn bit." Totally caught off guard by how lustful, graceful, and mind numbingly hot she could be all in one move.

"Good answer Ira," Emily purred, her tongue flicking out teasing his upper lip before pushing herself up.

"Umm... Emily?"

"Yes Ira?" Emily muttered as she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet lips along that long shaft. Hoping he enjoyed the view of her from down there.

"You sure your ex-husband isn't gay? Because that, was fucking hot," Ira said, gesturing to all of her.

"You know the old saying: rode hard, but put up wet?" Emily asked, her sultry eyes stared down at him. Knowing if he kept talking like that... licking her upper lip knowing exactly what she would do.

"Yeah?" Ira retorted arching an eyebrow as Emily leaned forward once again. The tips of her raven hair teased his chest and the floor below him. Enjoying the feel of those lovely orbs lightly pressing onto his chest.

"If you keep talking all sweet-like, that's exactly what's going to happen to this," Emily cooed, her eyes flaring, her hips rocked hard on that bulge of his. Her voice stammering as it whispered in his ear, coating his jeans in her orgasmic juices. "Ira? While I so want to whip that hard cock out and slide it into my hot eager pussy, the floor in front of my door isn't the proper place to fuck me, now is it?" she asked, breathing heavy in his ear as her clit rubbed along his steel pole.

"No, I don't think it is."

"Good. Follow me," Emily said, her lips softly brushing against his as she lifted herself off of his body. Peering over her shoulder as she led him to her bedroom, noticing how those eyes of his dipped low to her ass. Biting the inside of her cheek, it had been years since anyone looked at her like that. She just hoped Ira still would after this night. Smiling devilishly at his yelp as she hastily pulled him into her room. "Mmm..." Her nose ran along the back of his neck as she stood behind him. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. Inhaling his scent so she would always remember this night, a night that she made love to a man who knew how to give her cunt the pleasure it needed. "I don't think you'll be needing this, do you?" Emily asked, tossing his shirt off to the side. Her hands pressing on his chest as her breasts pressed in on his back, allowing the heat of her skin, the softness of her orbs to comfort him as she held Ira in her arms.

Nibbling on his left earlobe as her fingers undid the buckle of his belt. Listening to the metal sound as it struck the floor once it fell from her hand. Kissing down his neck as a 'pop' cut through the silence of her room. The brass teeth of his zipper yielded to her fingers as the heat his manhood produced escaped into her room. Glancing down as she watched him push off his left sneaker with the toe of his right one. Slowly moving around his body to stand before him. Gently pushing down his pants and underwear, listening to how his hard rod sprang back and slapped his stomach. She had nearly forgotten what that sounded like. Gazing down his chest as Ira stepped out of his pooled garments. Feeling her mouth water as his cock stood so proudly before her. Calling to her to worship it as her altar, to pray to the rod of man in hopes that it would bequeath her the bouquet she so longed for.

"I think it's my turn to please you, Ira," Emily cooed, sinking down his body. The tip of his rod dancing through the valley of her breasts, up her neck, only to end up teasing her lush lips before they engulfed that meaty rod. Glancing up as Ira unleashed an 'ah shit' as his hand shot back looking for something to steady himself against as his cock glided along her tongue. Her eyes slyly glanced at the double folding, slotted, sliding doors of her walk-in closet as she took Ira to the base. Sucking in a breath once his crown left her lips, her hand gliding along his slick shaft as she gently sucked on his right testicle. Pleased that her skills hadn't grown rusty over the years as she felt his thighs trembling as her thumb kneaded the underside of his crown. "Your cock tastes so... delicious," Emily sighed in glee as her lips ran down the side of his pole. "Don't cum yet, I want to taste this cock some more."

"If... you're worried about me... going soft, shouldn't be," Ira said, his toes curling along her bedroom floor as Emily licked up the back of his rod.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, perplexed. Every man she knew quickly lost his hard-on once he had released his load, and she didn't want to waste such - what she hope would be - yummy cum. "Are you telling me you can stay this hard once you cum?" she asked, her tongue flickered out, lapping up that bead of pre-cum as both her hands jacked him off.

"Yeah...?" Ira sucked in a loud gasp as Emily assaulted his manhood with such vigor it nearly left him breathless. He could feel his balls churning, knowing how close he was from unleashing a torrent into her hot mouth. Muttering to himself in his mind commanding his angelic essence to subdue the demonic energies in his cum. He didn't want Emily to be like Beth. He wanted her to come to him freely not be compelled by his incubus' powers. He just prayed that it worked. "Oh fuck..." His hand shot out lightly pressing the back of Emily's head as he felt the first twitch of his cock. "I'm... going to..." As the first rope of his hot seed was chambered into to his barrel. Ira could feel his angelic half at work and the rapid depletion of his energy as it did so. Feeling Emily's tongue working quickly as she swallowed every drop of his semen. Knowing he had purposely weakened himself to keep Emily from becoming like her daughter, also knowing he wouldn't be able to perform that trick again for some time if the weakness in his limbs were any indication.

"Oh my..." Emily purred after licking the remainder of his seed from her lips. "You... certainly weren't lying," she muttered as she watched his head pulse before her very eyes. Wondering how many times she could get it to cum for her until it softened. She was eager to try. "Did you bring protection?" Emily asked, looking up at him. Knowing if he didn't, she had a box waiting in her drawer just for him. She didn't want him running off because he failed to remember to bring a condom with him, nor was she going to miss out on her chance to ride that hard rod. "Where?" she asked, once she saw his nod. Digging through his right front pocket once he told her where it was. She wondered if he would enjoy how she was going to unroll that piece of rubberized birth control onto his cock. She knew she was going to enjoy it. With his help rising to her feet, her fingers interweaving with his, leading Ira to her bed. Easing him down onto that pillow-top surface, the palm of her hand running up and down his slick shaft as he got settled into a comfortable position; because he wouldn't be moving any time soon.

Tearing open the condom wrapper with her teeth as she knelt on the bed. Her eyes watching his as they traveled down her body. Her mind wandering thinking of the days after this one where she'd be begging for him to pound her hungry cunt. Her lips lightly gripped the condom as she leaned over his lap, unrolling it as they sank back down that stout rod. She didn't understand why, even though the thin rubber and lubricant, his cock still tasted so delicious.

"You ready for this Ira?" Emily asked, lining up his head with the entrance to her paradise.

"Oh... yeah," Ira nodded sternly.

"You are going to fuck me until I can't stand it anymore, aren't you Ira?" Emily asked, teasing his crown as she rubbed it along the opening of her velvet tunnel.

"That was the plan," Ira said, with a sly smirk.

"So young, and already knows what he wants to do to me," Emily sighed, her statement directed at no one in particular. "Mmm... just what I like in a man." Her voice shuddered, her body quivered, her nostrils flared as she drew in a large breath as she sank down onto that pole. So hot, so hard, so thick inside of her canal - she absolutely loved it! Her right hand reached back pulling her hair into a ponytail before pushing up against the back of her head, while her left rested on his stomach as her hips rocked back and forth. All so that thick root would feel every inch and every ounce of warmth her little love pocket could give to his member. "Mmm... fuck, Ira, you're so hard inside of me and so deep!" Emily moaned almost to the point of drooling. "Mmmhmm," she nodded, "play with those tits to your heart's content. They are yours while you line my bed," grunting as her ass bounced, her muscles rippled as his rod touched the deepest parts of her womanhood that her ex-husband never could. Biting down on her lower lip, her hands pressed down on his chest as she felt the bubbling, the burning, the churning of her womb as she neared the edge once again; and she so wanted to paint his cock in her hot cream. To know what it looked like when it was her cream marring his steel rod and not her daughter's.

Her sex resounded as her bed squeaked harder and faster, she impaled herself on that branch of his. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me Ira!" Emily growled as Ira added his own thrust to her plunges. "God damn! You're making this pussy so damn wet!" she cried out like a banshee. Her eyes flickered over to the window seeing the light come on in the house across from hers. Seeing that shy teenage boy peeking through the shades. She had purposely left hers open and uncovered knowing how that little perv always spied on her. She too might have added to his fascination. What could she say, she liked to have an audience when she was being fucked so well. Every woman in the world needed to know how well the young man below her could fuck. Glancing down seeing the slight movment behind the drapes of his window as his shadow played across it. She had lost interest in teasing the boy when he was always too quick on the draw. Giggling in glee as Ira rolled her onto her back. Sucking on her lip as he held her legs to her chest. "F-f-f-fuck!" Her voice trembled. Her diaphragm convulsed; her stomach rolled in waves as Ira pounded her pussy into submission.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum again..." Emily released a high-pitched squeak which gradually turned into a wailing moan as her body jerked in odd movements as if possessed by the Devil as her walls clamped down on his thrusting rod. Her back lifted off her bed creating an arch as the crown of her head pressed into the surface of it. Her hands hammered the mattress as her mouth hung agape unable to give voice to her scream. Like a thunderclap, her wail caught up to the bolt that had and was still currently passing through her body. "Iraaaaaaa!" Emily called out his name. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop fucking meeeeee!" she huffed and growled as she felt her nectar gushing out of her canal like a hose. Her hand reached down patting her clit hard before rubbing it rapidly. Her knees bent, her body went rigid, and her nostrils flared as her chest heaved rapidly. A high-pitched squeal escaped her lips as she came once again.

"Do... you... think you... have a little left in you to pound this pussy from behind?" Emily asked, panting for breath as she displayed her ass to him. Watching how Ira too was trying to catch his own.

"Oh... I believe I do," Ira said, smiling at her as her fingers spread her labia flashing him her pink center.

Her fingers curled around her comforter as she felt his head dancing along her oversensitive labia. A low rumbling moan emanated from her chest, up her throat, and drifting past her lips as Ira sank his dagger back into her sheath. While his technique was rough, she couldn't fault him on his stamina, nor could she complain about how that cock of his had given her multiple orgasms. Her face collapsed into her mattress. Her yell, her muffled call to him was faint as Ira turned her cunt into molten magma. Her feet beat against her bed, her mind was going blank, her pussy was satisfied beyond belief. She'd never even dream that being fucked by Ira would be so divine.

"That's it Ira let my pussy milk that cum out of you!" Emily growled thrusting back onto his cock as she felt it flexing and swelling inside of her. Pouting when all she felt was the flexing of his cock and not the rapid-fire rope of hot jizz filling her up. Sighing into her mind, she knew it was for the best, she still could get pregnant and Emily was in no mood to raise another child alone. Reaching between her legs, her fingers wrapping around the condom sliding it off that well spent cock. If she couldn't feel his cum flooding her womb, she sure could swallow the gift Ira had given her. Holding the condom a few inches above her mouth, sticking her tongue out as his salty treat ran down that now spent used condom. Stopping when a few drops remained and setting it aside. That was for a certain someone, someone that should have known what she was doing. "Come Ira, let's get you cleaned up and you can fuck me in my ass while I do," Emily said, her fingers trailed along his jaw enticing him to follow after.

"You'll have to remind me that we sooo needed to do this sooner," Emily mused as her elbows rested on his shoulders. Her fingertips teased the tips of his wet hair. Feeling her starfish clenching and unclenching trying to return back to the tight light hole it once was after the fifteen minutes Ira pounded it while in the shower. This time, however, she did get to feel how his cum felt as it shot deep inside of her. Emily could still feel some of it leaking out of her anus as she stared into his eyes. "I can have Beth stay at her Dad's place this weekend, and you can come over Saturday; and spend all day making my pussy beg for this," Emily said in a wanton purr, as her fingers trailed up his soft manhood.

"Sounds like a plan," Ira replied coyly. He was going to have to find a way to subdue his demonic powers without using his angel ones. Ira couldn't say what was keeping him on his feet when it felt like he hadn't slept for a week due to the effort it took to suppress the demonic part of him. Yet he couldn't just fall face first into her chest and pass out. No. That would cause to many questions to be raised, and he wasn't about to drag Emily into his world.

"Good." Leaning forward, her lips embracing his, her tongue lightly teased his as they kissed. Peering at her nosy neighbors that were slinking back to their own homes. "You better take care of that, you hear me?" Her voice dripped with carnal sin, her hand caressing his cock.

"Yes ma'am," Ira nodded.

Emily gazed wantonly at Ira as he disappeared behind the oak tree in Mrs. Gauss's yard. Her satisfied smile disappeared as the door inched closed. Turning her head, there was one last thing to do. Reaching down, running her finger through her still wet lips, bring it up, her tongue swirled around it as she sucked it clean as she sauntered to her room.

The double folding, slotted, sliding doors were pushed open, a sinful devilish smile graced her lips as she stared down at her tied, topless and ball gagged daughter. A blue ring of fire appeared in the center of Asmodan's chest and spread outward. Her deep crimson red skin glistened in the soft white light as it ran along her charcoal black curved horns that sprouted from her forehead. Her equally black bat-like wings unfurled, her talon-like nails lightly ran up her thigh as her pointed ears twitched at the sound of the vibrator that hummed against the wood through the towel Beth was sitting on. Her ruby eyes watching how her daughter's body twitched.

Smelling her daughter's sex on the air given the wet spot that soaked the towel all the way through. Watching Beth rolling her jaw as the ball left her lips. She had expected Beth to become that fixated on sex energy that floated on the air. She also knew Beth wouldn't pick up the subtle hints that there was something very peculiar about that boy given she was her weakest child not that she blamed her. Asmodan knew Lucifer had begun coming to this town for the past hundred years and pondered if Ira was the reason for that. She knew Ira was more than a simple human mortal, yet what he was she just couldn't point her finger at. Which is why she was there watching, catching hints here and there, yet Lucifer was always out of reach. She was one of the few that had personally been face to face with Lucifer herself, it was the only time Heaven, Hell, and every curious being that was the earthly channel for the old ways worked together to put down a threat so great it threatened to consume all creation.

"Now Beth, I hope this taught you what it felt like to be used," Asmodan said, in a sternly motherly voice. "Be glad I sensed something about that boy."

"I know..." Beth said, hanging her head,

"Baby..." An evil aura began to radiate around her body. "You aren't nearly strong enough to be able to sense that. But even by accident, Ira is quite a find, for that you must be commended," Asmodan said, softening her tone. "Hence why I saved you some," she stated holding up the used condom. Watching how her daughter's eyes dilated at the last remainder of Ira's seed. "Eat my sweet," Asmodan cooed, watching the droplets fall upon her tongue. Wondering if Ira's strange tasty cum would help her daughter to grow stronger. "But you'll share Ira with your loving mother, won't you?"

"Of course, Mother," Beth said dreamily, as Ira's cum fortified her body. "Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I be untied now?" Beth asked, softly moaning as her mother's tail gently squeezed her left breast. Knowing what that smile meant.

Ira appeared in his home in a loud crash when he thought he wouldn't make the jump. He didn't think he would feel so drained, so weak. Sure, Ira thought he'd be tired and drowsy, not this stone dead tired, that your body threatens to collapse underneath its own weight. His hand covered his face when his demon half came roaring back with a vengeance. Shaking his head trying to muster the energy to make to his bedroom. Then out of the blue he felt something soft engulfing his face. "They smell so nice..." Ira muttered incoherently.

"Shh... I have you Ira. I'll always have you," Vikki whispered softly. Kneeling down as she lightly placed Ira on his back. Laying his head in her lap once she got into a more comfortable position watching over him while he recovers. "My Prince," she sighed lovingly, as she placed a kiss on his forehead.

"You did something... that shouldn't have been... Now what was tossed has returned. It will be a rough night Ira," Vikki said, in a teacherly voice. Her right hand lightly touched her navel, touching the surface of the sapphire, directing the life force to where it was need most. Ira's head jerked to the left as his demonic side pulled him deeper into his mind. Worry flashed in Vikki's eyes knowing it had started.

An hour had passed, an hour of nerves on end as she watched Ira's demon taking out it's retaliation on him. For a moment there she had thought she had lost him. However, she could do nothing but watch and keep the others from finding him like this. Throughout the hour she wondered why he would do it. Why didn't he ask her? Why didn't he think to include her? Hasn't she shown him that he could trust her, to rely on her? Her eyes flickered down as Ira stirred in her lap.

"H-hey," Ira said weakly, his vision cleared as Vikki's image came into view.

"You can never do that again," Vikki said sternly.

"I... know," Ira admitted. He thought as he battled his demon half for control that his very being was going to spilt into two, and for him, Ira didn't think that would be a pleasant process.

"Why didn't you ask me? Why did you go off on your own?" Vikki asked, her concern touching every word.

"You weren't here," Ira said, his eyes cutting to her. "Where were you by the way?"

"Getting the thing I need to take care of you," Vikki said, lovingly. Her fingers softly brushed along his cheek. "I'll show you later, but tell me, why did you do it?"

"Didn't want her to become like Beth or Cybil." Ira tilted his head, arching an eyebrow when Vikki started to chuckle and mutter 'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.'

"What's so funny?"

"I could choke you right now," Vikki said, in a nonthreatening manner. "It can be done with a simple charm if only you had waited." Lightly smacking his cheek for the worry, he had caused her. "The worst of it has passed you'll just need some rest." Her thumb brushed along his chin. Her eyes ran down his chest then back up. "You don't have a problem with me joining you, do you?" Vikki asked, her fingers drummed along his chest.

Ira rubbed the back of his neck. His body still sore from what he did last night. Yet whatever Vikki did helped greatly, he knew he would probably feel like roadkill without it. However, that same feeling he had felt on the way to Emily's place still lingered. Making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he yawned as he walked along the wide concrete lane that ran between the two wings of the school. His ears perked as something crackled and sparked two yards before him. Throwing up his arms shielding his eyes from the light.

"So... we finally meet." Michelle's voice floated on the breeze as her pearl white wings extended. The holy light of Heaven shimmered along each feather as the light began to fade. "So that's the form she takes," she thought to herself as her eyes glanced at her sister.

"Kristen? What you are you looking at?" Laura asked, as she stood beside her new friend who stared at something that wasn't there. Even though she only met her by chance a few days ago when she was about to approach the picnic table Ira was sitting at with Beth and Cybil to find out what caused the sudden change in their demeanor towards him, when she had heard what they had done to him from Bret and his friend Andrew. She never expected Kristen would make her feel so trusting of her in such a short time. She had even confided what had almost happened to her when she went to a party with Bret after they had seen Ira in the mall after she had ran into Ira and his mother at the grocery store yesterday. Who just happened to have disappeared to somewhere, she was sure he was right there in front of her just a moment ago.

"Nothing... let's get to class," Kristen said, flashing Laura a warm smile. "Really sister? Here?! Did you have to do it here?" Shooting her sister her unspoken questions as she took hold of Laura's hand pulling her along.

"Hey!" Laura yelped.

Ira eyed Kristen, now able to peer through her disguise. Wondering how many and if Metatron would be joining in on the surveillance of him. Peering through his fingers as the glow faded. He knew who it was. He had seen her on the roof that one day. He just didn't think she would make her grand entrance at his school. He at least thought this place was safe from his other life.

"Come now Nephilim," Michelle cooed as her bare feet lightly touched the sidewalk. Her halo hovered a few inches above her head. Her platinum blond hair gently swayed and floated around her. Her golden eyes lustered in the sunlight. Her supple lips curved into an alluring smile. "My light shouldn't be affecting those eyes of yours..."​