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Beth and Cybil knelt on the mat. Their tongues out, their hands between each other's legs playing with each other's pussies as they watched Ira's hand stroking his wet cock. They both giggled as his hot cum painted their faces.

Beth watched how Cybil became like as she feasted on Ira's cum. It tormented her mind that she couldn't figure out what he was. If her mother couldn't discern any traces of a demon inside of him, then the question remained. What was he? As her tongue ran through the rope of Ira's cum that had landed on the left corner of her lip. She could feel the power within it fortifying her body. She knew it was her mother's hope that if she kept feasting on Ira's cum that it would somehow make her stronger. She -- personally -- didn't see how that would be possible. She could feel her own demonic energies rising as her blue-green eyes slowly turned ruby as her eyes gazed at Ira's back as he left. Glancing down, a small smile rose along her lips knowing even if she couldn't be his girlfriend, which she suspected Ira wouldn't go for in the first place given what she had done to him in the past, even if she had to play along she would still feel that orgasmic cock of his, something she wasn't about to give up anytime soon.

"Come on Beth, we're going to be late," Cybil said, as her panties ran up her legs.

"It seems my legs aren't entirely stable at the moment," Beth said, flashing her friend a smile. Feeling her juices dripping down onto the surface of the mat.

"Well, don't blame me if I get the seat closest to Ira," Cybil teased, sticking her tongue out at Beth as her shirt slid down her chest.

"Not going to happen," Beth said, with determination as she reached for her shirt. Unaware that Laura and Kristen had spied on their little three-way.

Ira sighed heavily as his class was lead to the gym for some sort of assembly. What it was for, he couldn't say. Ira wasn't really paying attention when the announcement came over the intercom. He was just glad to be out of Ms. Nunes's class, given how she had been staring at him all through class, that was, however, until she took hold of his arm as he filed into the gym.

"You'll be staying back here with me, Ira," Ms. Nunes said, ever since she had sucked him off and swallowed his tasty load, she couldn't get Ira out of her mind. No matter how many men she sucked and fucked they could never measure up to Ira. Why was that? What made Ira so special? She wished she knew. "I don't think you want to make a scene with so many people around, now do you Ira?" Ms. Nunes whispered into his ear when he gave her a look that could only mean one thing -- Leave! Her right 38B breast pressed against Ira's left arm as her amber eyes studied his face. She wondered if he knew what she was going to allow him to do to her, and she wondered if she would be able to keep quiet as the assembly carried on. Glancing to her right as the gym door swung closed as the last student filed in. Her hand gripped tightly to his bicep as she lead him under the bleachers. Knowing the noise above her would mask the pounding she was sure Ira was going to give her. That was what she hoped anyway.

Pushing Ira against the wall between the metal struts that supported the upper row. Her tongue darting into his mouth as her hand reached down to awaken the cock she so hungered for. Her ears perked as the varsity cheerleaders came running into the gym, to the roaring crowd of boys that hooped and hollered as the girls flashed the crowd their panties. Ms. Nunes ignored the distraction as she had more pressing matters to stimulate as she felt the heat of Ira's erection on the palm of her hand.

"You like that don't you Ira. You like having me stroke this cock of yours?" Ms. Nunes asked, in a low whisper as the music began to die down. Puffing out her cheeks when Ira refused to answer. "Ira," her voice took on a more sweeter tone, "I know we haven't always been on good terms, but would it hurt you to speak to me when I'm willing to please this thick root of yours?" Ms. Nunes asked, staring into his eyes.

"Yes," Ira lied. Keeping his devilish smirk hidden knowing that within a few minutes she was going to be another of his servants. He wondered how all of Sue's sugar daddies were going to take the news they would be able to do anything they wanted to her as he watched her degradation.

"See?! Was that so hard to say?" Ms. Nunes asked, shooting Ira a coy smile as her fingers lowered the zipper of his pants. A primal purr rumbled in her chest as her hand ran up and down the length of his naked eight-inch cock. She so couldn't wait to be fucked by it. To finally feel full and satisfied after months trying to scratch the inch deep within her cunt. Pulling up her tight skirt, which she had worn for just this occasion. Pushing her panties down to her knees before turning around. Her right hand gripped the metal 'L' beams as she bent over presenting her ass and naked mound to Ira. Peering back at Ira as her left hand ran along her bare dancefloor, up her moist lips, giving her cunt a light spank telling Ira where he should stick that hard, thick root of his. Her fingertips skimmed along the length of his cock as she helped guide it to her awaiting paradise. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle her gasp as Ira thrust hard into her wet sex.

"Mmm..." Ms. Nunes nodded as she felt that rod of his surging through her eager velvet tunnel. "That's it Ira fuck..." Her breath was caught, her mouth hung agape as she felt something very odd happening within her cunt. "This can't be happening! No way did his cock just get longer!" she muttered to herself as Ira lengthened his rod from eight inches to eleven in a matter of moments. "Oh fuck! Oh God!" Ms. Nunes moaned from behind her hand as Ira pounded that eleven-inch monster into her. She couldn't help herself as her cream flooded her canal. Her back arched as she felt the sting of his hand on her ass. "Yes Ira, fuck me! Pound that monster into my cunt!" she whispered as the students above her cheered at the news of the Prom tickets going on sale. Wincing in pain as that beast was lodged deep within her cunt. How she loved that feeling. Glancing down between her legs watching how her own juices were dripping steadily down onto her panties and the gym floor.

Breathing heavily as Ira took hold of her hair snatching her head back. Her tongue curled out as her ass bounced with every thrust. Feeling her core quivering as his cock brought her to sweet bliss like no man before him. Her eyes began to go blank as her mind was pushed to the brink. Her tongue flapped as Ira hammered her into submission. The loud stomping of the students feet covered her very loud and vocal moan as she came once again on Ira's meaty rod. The blue swirling mist of Ira's influence danced along her irises as she felt his semen flooding her womb. Her legs twitched, her body trembled, her eyes wide, her chest heaving as her hands gripped the post to steady her weakened body as her eyes gazed down out that polished gym floor.

Her nipples pressed hard against her bra, feeling Ira's cum gushing out of her cunt as one of the most orgasmic aftershocks she had ever experienced in her life rocked her body. Her amber eye peered through strands of her brunette hair as it fell upon Ira's back as he left her there. Unaware that a pair of blue-green eyes were gazing through the gap of the bleachers, a being other than Ira at that school that could sense the sexual energies on the air.

"Really? He has to fuck her!" Beth thought to herself. Her nails scraping along the wood of the seat as she noted Ira's shadowy silhouette as he neared the end of the bleachers. "Is he after all the women in the school or something?! Or is it just the ones who have harmed him?" She asked herself as she watched Ira's cum squirting out from behind her English teacher. She couldn't help herself as her tongue ran along her lip instinctively at the sight of his cum. "Hmpf! I'll show her! Ira only needs me to ride that cock of his!" Beth said to herself with determination. She couldn't let her mother down, nor could she let Ira slip from her grasp. She only wished she could tell him she only slept with his father so she could feed. It wasn't like she enjoyed it. "Okay... so maybe I did let them go a little overboard with the teasing," Beth admitted to herself as she abruptly turned around as she felt someone touching her ass. The smack that followed covered the sound of the gym door closing as Ira left the building. "Hands off you pig!" Beth growled at Mark who stared at her like she was a different person.

"Maybe... there's a way I can get Ira to forgive me," Beth thought to herself as she chewed on her nail. Not noticing how Mark's face was becoming bright red as the students around them laughed at his expense. "There has to be away!" Her cheek twitched as an annoying gnat buzzed around her right ear. "What part of no don't you fucking understand!" Beth shouted causing the gym to quiet down as Mark tried and obviously failed to talk Beth into fucking him like she had always done before.

"He's done something to you?!" Mark growled taking Beth by the shoulders trying to shake some sense into her. "Tell me what it is?!"

"Dude. Stop," Andrew said, taking hold of his friend. He so didn't want to see that side of Ira ever again, nor did he ever wish to be in that pit of Hell with her! Most importantly he wanted his cock and balls back. How he missed the feel of a woman riding his tool. The smell of their skin as he gently caressed their skin. The way their folds felt around his hard pole as he made them moan to high heaven. "Look at what you're doing?!" Andrew said, praying that Ira never heard a word about this. He had no idea why Ira was messing around with Beth and Cybil nor did he want to know. All he cared about was keeping his ass out of Hell for as long as he could. God. How he just wanted to rub one out if only for a minute or two. Then he knew that would at least relieve some of the frustration he felt at seeing all the hot women strutting around just itching to be plucked. Jumping back as Beth pulled out a taser from her bag. Watching his friend's body jerk and defecate himself as he howled in pain.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me!" Beth said, sending her foot swiftly into Mark's groin.

"Come on Beth," Cybil said, taking hold of Beth's left hand. "He's not worth it," she said, driving the last nail into Mark's coffin. "And don't you ever let me catch you around us again you swine!" Cybil spat.

Meanwhile in Hell...

Lucifer had closed off her circle from the rest of her realm so no demon could know that she was with child. She couldn't revert to her humanoid form while she was, nor could she use her vast powers while she was. Her and Ira's child was growing faster than she could have ever expected. Not that she was annoyed by the development of their soon-to-be-born off-spring. Lucifer just thought she would have had another four days trapped within her circle as their child grew within her.

Her hands ran along her swollen belly as she hummed to her daughter. Thinking of the time when she, Ira and... "Anael, yes Anael, that shall be your name," Lucifer cooed sweetly to her growing daughter. Feeling her hand pressing against her stomach. "Oh, you like that name do you?" she giggled softly as she felt their daughter's elation at the name.

"Did you know I was the one that gave your father his name?" Lucifer cooed sweetly, while that wasn't the whole truth of it. Anael didn't need to know that. "Oh, how powerful he is," she said sweetly. Dreaming of the days when Ira would walk the halls of Hell with her as they surveyed their kingdom together. "So will you be since he and I are your parents," Lucifer said, knowing that wasn't a lie since she had felt Anael's power steadily growing over the past two days. "Shall I show you?" she asked lovingly, as her thumb brushed along the area where Anael's head rested.

"While this was a few days ago, your father's power only continues to grow," Lucifer said, waving her hand through the air. The shimmering image of Ira floating above his school came into view. "Just look at him," she said dreamily, as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her eyes gazing unhindered at her grandson. Feeling her canal quivering as she and their daughter watched as Ira finally awakened as a true Nephilim. Biting her lip as her eyes ran down his reverse C-shaped horns, feeling her cheeks heating as she stared into those gold-ruby eyes that were brimming with power. Feeling her nipples hardening, her heart raced as she savored those hard muscles that sprouted to contain his vast power as his twelve-foot form hovered in the air. Sighing in bliss as his four wings flapped watching how her own sister was powerless to stand against him.

"You like..." Her back arched, her eyes quivered at the sudden pain. "It can't be?! It's too soon!" She thought to herself as the first signs of labor pains appeared. Her breath came out in heaves as her hands gripped the armrests of her throne. Crying out in pain, pillars of hellfire roared behind her as Anael sought to come into the world. Cracks spread rapidly along the stone of her throne as Lucifer huffed and puffed as sweat began to appear on her forehead. "Wait a little long..." Her cry echoed off the walls of her circle as Anael wouldn't wait. Spreading her legs wider as her water broke, she knew there was no turning back. Their child was coming! How she wished Ira was there with her as she felt Anael crawling down her birth canal. She knew he couldn't know about their child just yet. It was dangerous enough already for him. Lucifer didn't want Ira or their child to be hunted down and killed when neither could stand against Heaven as of yet.

Biting her lip as a small hand reached through her opening. Her golden ichor flowed down onto the stone as Anael's small horns cut against her birth passage as Anael crawled towards the opening. Her mind screamed for Ira; her heart pleaded for him to show himself to be there for the birth of their daughter. Yet she knew he couldn't be at least not yet. She knew if he knew then Heaven wouldn't hold back in hunting them down. Even if her father had set this about even he couldn't allow an angel of Hell to be born. Hence why she had taken precautions beforehand to set up her sanctuary to keep her father from seeing the birth of her daughter. Lucifer wasn't about to allow him or her sisters to take Anael from her.

Her golden eyes quivered in pain as Anael's head breached the threshold. Peering down as she gazed at the crown of snow-white hair matted in her immortal blood as her tiny fingers gripped the edge of the seat of her throne. Pulling her small body further out of her birth canal. Listening to the wet flop as Anael fell to the dais upon which her throne sat.

Breathing heavily, feeling her power returning as she healed the wounds within. She had no idea those little horns would hurt so much. Glancing down as she felt her tiny fingers gripping her right leg as Anael tried to stand on her wobbly legs. Blowing out a breath before peering over the edge of her seat. A warm loving smile graced her lips feeling the power of a Power order of angel (although weaker than Ira was Lucifer knew Anael was out of Michelle's, Raphaela's, and Gabriella's reach), emanating from her daughter as Anael tried and failed to comprehend what and how legs worked.

"Well, this is disconcerting," Anael muttered after the fifth time she had fallen on her backside. "Mother?" she said, looking up into Lucifer's golden eyes. Her four three-foot wet wings moved oddly as each tried to work on their own to lift her body off the stone dais.

"Yes, my little one," Lucifer cooed wondering where the red of the quarter bottom of her wings came from. She knew the black that made up the rest of the color of her feathers came from Ira. She had no idea where the red came from. Was it because Anael was the first angel to be born from a fallen and a Nephilim? Was that what caused the dual tone of her wings?

"Do humans and father truly walk on these things?" Anael asked, slightly lifting her left leg. Arching an eyebrow as the toes on her right foot wiggled.

"Yes," Lucifer mused watching her daughter trying to figure out how her corporal body worked. She knew it must be very confusing for her angelic side to be stuck in one form. Although she didn't know if Anael could turn ethereal like the rest of her sisters. Still, even if she couldn't, Anael was more than she could ever have dreamed of, and she couldn't wait to show Ira their child when the time was right. Seeing Anael's cheeks heating as her hand plucked her tiny form from the stone.

"Mother!" Anael huffed as Lucifer cleansed her body of the afterbirth that marred her skin. Her tiny hands took hold of the tip of Lucifer's index finger as it pressed lightly against her forehead. Scowling when her stomach made a very odd and troubling noise. Her gold-ruby eyes glanced up as her mother lightly chuckled.

"Come Anael," Lucifer said, pulling aside her robe revealing her lactating pink nipple. "A growing body needs to feed," she said, bringing her daughter closer to her breast.

"This is so very disconcerting," Anael muttered in annoyance, yet her eyes couldn't look away from that nutritious drop of breast milk that hung on the tip of her mother's nipple.

"That's it my child," Lucifer cooed lovingly, as her finger brushed along Anael's back. "Drink your fill," she whispered feeling Anael suckling on her breast. Materializing a pearl white gown on her body leaving enough of a gap on the back so not to constrict her wings. Her sweet humming reverberated in her chest as Anael slept soundly in her arms. Smiling down at her daughter as her wings fluttered slightly, her feathers rippled as she dreamt. Knowing tomorrow would start her training.

"Look! He went kaboom!" Anael giggled wickedly as the demon she had exploded left it's entrails marring the stone of her mother's chamber.

"Yes, yes he did," Lucifer said, an approving smirk rose the corner of her mouth as Anael tested out her powers. "Now Anael," she said, in a motherly voice as Anael sat on her left knee. Her tiny legs kicked lazily as Anael looked up at her. "You can't go around destroying all the demons that wander in here," Lucifer said sternly.

"But..."

"No buts. They serve a purpose little one, how would it look if Heaven launched an attack on us and we have no minions to send out to face them?" Lucifer asked, holding back her chuckle as Anael puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. Reminding her so much of Ira and how he acted when he was three. She knew that was what the humans would take her as given her size.

"But they're so much fun to watch go boom!" Anael said, using her hands to mimic the explosions.

"I know dear, and I'm happy you're growing to understand your power. Yet you must always remember we have enemies. Enemies that will come for you and your father..." Smirking inwardly as Anael's power flared at her words.

"And they will die," Anael said, coldly. "No one is going to take my father away," she said, with determination.

"Yes, they will won't they," Lucifer nodded in agreement. "No one is going to take Ira away from us."

"Mother?"

"Hmm?"

"When can I see him?" Anael asked innocently.

"When the time is right Anael," Lucifer stated. "Right now, it is still too dangerous for you to be seen, and ever more so if the two of you were together. I don't want to lose the two of you," she said sweetly, the back of her index finger brushed along Anael's right cheek.

"Still..." Her snow-white locks dangled in front of her hiding her rosy cheeks. "I'd like to see him," Anael muttered.

"Then look," Lucifer said, gesturing to the air in front of Anael's gaze as she materialized a mirror so Anael could peer at her father to her heart's content. Watching how her hands gripped the mirror's edges as her eyes studied Ira's image.

"Come Anael, let's take a walk," Lucifer said, taking the mirror from her.

"Can we...?" Anael's eyes lit up evilly at the thought of tormenting the souls that dwelled within her mother's domain.

"Of course!" Smiling at Anael's infectious laugher as she held her daughter aloft. "What kind of mother would I be if I didn't encourage your interests," Lucifer said, raspberrying her daughter's stomach. Blowing Anael a kiss before the both of them vanished.

"Must I walk!" Anael grumbled as her mother set her down on the stone once they appeared in the eighth circle of Hell.

"Yes Anael," Lucifer said, taking on her human size. Holding out her hand to Anael, smiling sweetly at her as her small hand slid into hers. "Before we have our fun we must go see someone," she said, looking down at her daughter's upturned face.

"Who?!" Anael asked, hoping it was her father. She felt the yearning to be at her creator's side. To serve him as her angelic side commanded her to do.

"Oh... someone that your father knows," Lucifer said, with a sly smirk.

"I see," Anael mused, bowing her head. Wondering when it would be time to see her father.

"Now don't you get that look my little one," Lucifer said, lightly patting the back of Anael's hand. "It will be soon enough when the time comes," she said, knowing it had only been a day since her birth and she already looks like a five-year-old. Knowing her body was growing rapidly to house her growing powers.

"But I want to see father now!" Anael huffed as she stomped her foot.

"Soon Anael," Lucifer said, sternly. Knowing her human side was getting the better of her, and that her angelic side was yearning to be at her creator's side just as it was for her. "But first we must train you before you head to the world of man. We can't have you drawing attention to yourself and Ira if you can't control your power, Anael. My sisters and father wouldn't hesitate to hunt you down, and knowing my Ira, he would protect you even if it meant dying to do so. So, you can understand why you must stay hidden until you can hide yourself among the mortals," Lucifer said, in a motherly voice.

"Yes Mother," Anael said, bowing her head. "I promise Mother, I won't bring harm to my father," she said, her gold-ruby eyes were set in her determination. The light of the hellfire glinted off her one-foot six-inch round straight horns.

"Plus, I think you're going to like who we are going to meet Anael," Lucifer said, the hot sulfur laced air whipped at her robe as they strode towards Mor's lair. Knowing if Anael was born sooner than she had thought then Mor's children would to be gracing her realm by now. Lucifer couldn't wait to see how strong their child would be given that they'll be mostly demon. She wondered what Ira's influx of angel blood would do to them.

"Really?!" Anael asked, excitedly. Slyly flicking her left index finger as one of the very lowest demons in all of Hell that resembled an ordinary lizard on the outside scurried across the stone before her power caused the creature's body to explode spattering the ground in its blood.

"Hmm?!" Lucifer nodded. "Now when we get there you are not to use your powers. Unless you wish to disappoint me and your father," she said sternly, as she glanced down at her.

"Yes Mother, I promise I won't do anything," Anael groaned lightly. Looking up as her mother giggled tilting her head wondering what was cause.

"I hear your father in you," Lucifer teased, lightly squeezing Anael's hand. "You sound a lot like your father when he was your size."

"Really, tell me more!" Anael said excitedly, tugging on her mother's hand eager to hear more about her father.

"Well, this one time..." Lucifer's voice trailed off as the darkest of the tunnel swallowed them.

"Greetings my lady," Mor said, her titanic form loomed far above them as Lucifer and Anael stood on a cliff that overlooked the almost bottomless pit that Mor stood in. Her charcoal black body blended perfectly with the near pitch blackness of her surroundings, however, that would be the case if there wasn't a light source like there was at that point in time.

"Hello Mor, I see you have given birth," Lucifer said, noticing the being on the far side of the cavern. While not as tall as Mor was, she could sense the power within that demon. Noticing how her angelic part of her makeup etched itself along her body highlighting her womanly shape. Noting how something was darting around her body blocking out the light that emanated from her towering form.

"Mmm... yes, our children are strong," Mor chuckled, her massive tree trunk thick finger lightly pushed Anael. "Oh, she's feisty," she mused as Anael stared daggers at her.

"Now, now Anael," Lucifer said, giving the back of her hand a light smack. "You better behave yourself; you're looking at one of your father's mates," she said, seeing Anael's eyes widening.

"Then does that make them my sisters?" Anael's asked, pointing to the far side of the cavern.

"Yes it does, so you behave," Lucifer said, sternly.

"Yes Mother," Anael said, nodding her head. Feeling the ground trembling beneath her as Mor lowered her face.

"Mor knows my children are eager to serve you my lady," Mor said, her vile breath flowed over them as her man-sized shark-like teeth were only a foot away from the top of Lucifer's head. "And Mor's mate," she said, eager to return to the mortal world.

"Soon Mor soon," Lucifer said, a wicked smile formed on her lips.

"Although they need a little more time to mature," Mor said, peering behind her. Knowing her other children were hiding from her and their lady.

"I'm in no hurry Mor, take the time to train them properly," Lucifer commanded.

"Yes my lady." Their conversation stilled as Mor's children began to fight amongst themselves.

The light of the blasts flashed along her skin as she watched those seven demons fight. Her gold-ruby eyes shimmered as their sibling battle raged on. "How dare they disrespect my mother!" Anael growled in her mind. Her angelic sight cut through the darkness; she wasn't going to harm them. She had given her mother her word. Yet they needed to know who they were disrespecting with their little stunt. A wicked smile spread along her lips as she watched her siblings being flung backwards due to the concussive blast of the implosion blast she had created at the center of their brawl.

"Anael?!" Lucifer's voice rose as she looked down at her daughter.

"They were disrespecting you," Anael said, looking her mother squarely in the eye. "I didn't harm them, just knocked some sense into them."

"I see," Lucifer said, keeping the pride she felt from showing.

"Mor likes her," Mor chuckled, her gravelly voice sounded like boulders crashing into one another as the fire that burned within her cast a red-orange light along the back of her mouth. "Have no fear little princess Mor will properly teach them how to behave in front of their betters," Mor said, rising to her full height.

"Mor?!" Lucifer called up to her.

"Yes my lady?"

"Return to Earth, keep an eye on my Ira," Lucifer said, wishing she could return to her daughter's home. To crawl into Ira's bed, to feel the heat of his body against hers as her body was intertwined with his. The feeling of their bodies joined as she rode that rod of his. Sighing into her mind knowing that it would be a while before the two of them saw each other. Anael had a lot more to learn before the two of them could see each other.

"Ardat Lili!" Mor called for her first born.

"Yes Mother?" Anael tilted her head to the side as Ardat Lili's voice sounded far more human than her own mother's gravelly one. Her gold-ruby eyes ran along her massive curved horns protruded out before her head. Although her blood was weak she could feel her father's blood in her.

Anael wondered if her father would have approved of how she had handled that fight. Would he have simply ignored them, or would he have punished them for behaving in such a way before her mother? She wished she knew. She wished she could speak with him to seek his guidance on such matters. Looking up at her mother, wondering if she was keeping her from her father on purpose or was it truly about keeping them safe? Looking down at her small body, sighing inwardly, knowing in her current state she wouldn't be of any help to him. Looking up as her mother gently squeezed her hand as her mother smiled warmly at her.

"Worry not my little one, one cannot rush these things," Lucifer said, reassuringly. "Before you know it you'll be with him," she said, her thumb brushed gently along the back of her hand.

"Yes Mother," Anael nodded, returning her attention back to the two giants before her.

"Mor is returning to the man world, keep your siblings in line while Mor protects your father."

"Should we not follow?" Aswang -- Mor's fifth born -- asked, landing on her sister's right shoulder. Her glowing red eyes stared down at the child that stood beside the ruler of Hell. Her wickedly sharp talons glinted in the light that emanated off of her sister's body. Her anger flared at the fact that the child was stronger than she was. She felt her father's blood in that small child. So, she knew they were related to an extent. Aswang wondered what made her stronger than her. Her foot-thick tail swooshed behind her in her anger. Her 32B breasts bounced against her chest as she breathed out a huff as those gold-ruby eyes taunted her as Anael stared up at her. Her black hair brushed along the middle of her back as she turned her head. She couldn't understand why her father needed to father her when he had her. While her sister might have the size of their mother, she on the other hand had the strength of her father in her humanoid size. Although Ardat Lili could unleash the power stored in her form, yet it was far too destructive for the human world. So, she knew she was the perfect one to shadow her father and deal with any that posed a threat to him. Her red scaled dragon-like wings fluttered against her back.

"No," Mor commanded. "You and your siblings have yet to learn how to keep your natures from controlling you, and Mor can't have that. Mor will not allow you to impede your father and those that serve him," she said, her large black eyes narrowed at her daughter. They were too young to travel to the world of man. Not that she wasn't proud of their delicious tendencies to deal out punishment to the souls that inhabited that fiery realm. Yet she knew they wouldn't be able to keep from hunting down the humans that inhabited the Earth. Mor wasn't about to hinder her mate's plans for that world.

"Yes Mother," Aswang said, her black hair was caught on her S-shaped black horns as she bowed. Her anger flared once again as Anael wore an arrogant smirk.

Anael watched as Mor's image shimmered as her massive hand landed on the cliff they were standing on. Noting how her body began to shrink and shrink, cocking her head to the side as Mor's demonic form was replaced by a pale skinned, black haired, naked woman. A smile touched her lips as Mor smiled at her.

"Worry not princess," Mor cooed as she bent down, her index finger bopped Anael's little nose. "Mor shall keep a very keen eye on your father. Mor shall not allow anything to harm him," she said, before turning her attention back to her children. "While Mor is gone don't eat your siblings," Mor said, sternly.

"Yes Mother," Ardat Lili and Aswang said in unison.

Mor hummed sweetly as her hands rested below her ass as she sauntered towards the ninth circle that led towards the surface, and where she stored human clothing for her time observing Ira.

"Come Anael," Lucifer said, lightly patting the back of Anael's hand. "We have a lot more training to do."

"Yes Mother," Anael nodded. She wasn't about to be outplaced in her father's favor. She was going to be the only one he could count on.

A day later...

Ira stretched his arms as he stepped off the bus. Ever since he had awakened into his full might, riding in a bus, car, or any vehicle for that matter always made him feel cramped like he was the sardine in the can. He would have to ask his grandmother why that was, and if she too felt like that given what she was. Yet he wondered where she was since she hadn't been seen around the house for a few days, and the times he tried to enter her realm he had been blocked by something that he couldn't understand. He wondered what his grandmother was trying to hide from him as he walked down the sidewalk. His nostrils flared as he neared his home, tilting his head to the side as he saw Layla's car parked behind his mother's silver Jaguar F-type. Wondering why she was there, not that he didn't want to see her, Layla was a very beautiful woman. It just wasn't what they had discussed before he had left her home two days ago.

Arching an eyebrow as he entered his home when the first floor was quiet as a mouse. The strap of his bookbag slid down his right arm before it dropped to the floor. Thumping against the wall beside the door before sliding down to the wall. Scratching his head wondering where they could be and why it was so quiet. Lately, ever since his father had been kicked out, the afternoons have been very lively. Not that he was complaining. What teenage boy doesn't like seeing half naked, gyrating, hot women dancing, and doing things that would be any virgin's wet dream. His feet touched lightly on the steps as he climbed the stairs to his room. His nose wiggled; his ears perked as he neared the door to his room.

His Adams apple bobbed as he watched the sunlight playing along Layla's skin as her back arched. The light moan that escaped her lips as a hand reached up along her arching body, teasing the left nipple of her 36C breast. Her chestnut hair feathered out along his pillow as her mouth hung open as her diaphragm quivered. A pair of brown eyes peeked mischievously over Layla's bent right leg. The crown of her raven hair rose as Cora pushed herself up from between Layla's legs.

"Welcome home baby," Cora said, her 32D breasts swayed as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Ever since their date to the fair what he had said to her about Layla had weighed on her mind. She never wanted to hurt her son. Never wanted him to feel used even though they did so without thinking of the effect it would have on him. Hoping he could come to forgive her for her foolishness. This was why she had asked Layla over, one to repay her for what she and Dominic did to her and two, to make up with her son. To her surprise Layla was all the more willing to go along with what she had planned as Cora slyly glanced at the two cameras that she had set up in his room. "You remember what you said when we went to the fair that night?" Cora asked, kneeling on the bed. Her hands ran up her stomach cradling her orbs, giving her nipples a light pinch as her son's eyes ran down her body. How she loved the way he looked at her. The way those eyes told her that he didn't see his mother kneeling naked on their bed but the naked woman that loved him wholeheartedly.

"Yeah?" Ira said, growing hard as Layla turned her head to look at him. How her brown eyes held a hunger in them as they gazed sensuously at him. The way she bit her lower lip as her hand danced along her labia.

"Well, I thought I'd make it up to the two of you. By pleasuring the both of you..." The tips of her fingers skimmed along Layla's thigh as her own eyes stared so lewdly at her son, "with this body of mine," Cora said, her nails danced down the valley of her lofty orbs to the crown of her pink hood. "And I want you to be happy baby, so I've told Layla here that she's more than welcome to come over and take care of you any time she wants. I never want to come between you and whoever you have your eye on," she said, her leg slid along the comforter. Her breasts bounced as she approached her son. Biting her lip as her hands ran up Ira's chest. "I hope you can forgive me baby," Cora whispered. Melting into her son's arms as their lips embraced.

"Ira?" Layla called to him as she got to her knees. Her index finger beckoned to him. "I've missed you," she cooed lovingly as she got her first taste of his lips for the day. Her eyes followed after Cora as she moved towards Ira's desk.

"Wear this baby," Cora whispered into his ear as she slipped the Zorro mask over his face. This way she didn't need to blur out his face. Her hands slipped underneath the hem of his shirt. Feeling the heat of his skin soaking into the palms of her hands. Her nose nuzzling into the back of his neck as she pressed her breasts into his back.

"So," Layla mused as she and Cora eased up the hem of his shirt. "How about it Ira, can you forgive her?" she asked, as she snapped the button of his jeans she couldn't wait to wrap her lips around his hard tool once again. "I did, because I finally got to have you," Layla cooed lovingly, as her fingers danced down his left cheek.

"I know I've hurt you baby," Cora said, her nose nuzzled his hair as her lips brushed along his ear. "I never meant to," she said, as she and Layla pushed his pants to the floor.

"I know," Ira said, over his shoulder. Glancing down as Layla wrapped her hand around his cock. Watching how those eyes of hers flared as she stroked his manhood to life.

"Then you won't mind if..." Lightly kissing along his shoulder, up his neck, along his jaw, nearing the corner of his mouth.

"You record me pounding the two of you into the bed?" Ira asked, finishing his mother sentence for her.

"Mmmhmm," Cora purred as she rubbed her son's ass. Placing a long soft kiss on Ira's right cheek before walking over to the nearest camera. Making sure the angle, and the lighting were good as she centered it on the bed. Her tongue curled out as she stared at her son's naked ass on the small screen. Then walking over to the other one that stood at the foot of their bed. Ensuring that it too had a perfect view of the action. She had to admit Layla did look good on camera. Once she was sure all was ready, the camera got a good shot of her bare ass and mound as she crawled along the bed towards them.

"Now baby," Cora purred as she and Layla stared at that bulbous mushroom top. Her mouth watered as her eyes zeroed in on that bead of pre-cum. Her eyes flick up as she and Layla both waited to swallow that delicious cock of his. "Tell us that you want your hot mother and this sexy woman," her hand ran down Layla's back, along her ass before giving it a light spank for the cameras, "to suck on this big hard cock," Cora cooed as her hand reached out giving that long pole a slow stroke. Watching how her son's eyes fluttered as her thumb rolled and teased the underside of his crown.

"Oh hell yes!"

"Excellent answer," Layla purred blowing him a kiss before his cock sat so perfectly in her mouth. Glancing out of the corner of her eye noting how Cora eagerly waited for her turn. She didn't know why she was okay with watching Ira fucking his own mother or how she didn't put up a fuss when he ate out his own sister. It seemed to her when it came to Ira all sensible morals that dealt with the taboo went out the window. Not that she didn't love being fucked by him. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to her since moving to that town five years ago. No one before Ira ever made her feel so satisfied as he did. Was that why she didn't say a word about his incestuous relationships? Watching how Cora attacked his cock like she couldn't live without it once she had passed his baton to her. She didn't think, once Cora had her taste and held it out to her, her lips were once again wrapped around his hard tool. Her eyes darted to the left as she felt the bed shifting.​