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"Baby," Cora murmured as her hand softly patted her peach. "Mama needs those fingers teasing my little pussy," she said, peering over her shoulder at him. Flashing him a smirk as she spread her labia for him. Hoping that he was enjoying her present for him. "Mmmhmm," Cora moaned as her back arched, feeling her son's fingers wiggling in her moist canal. Slowly rocking on those wiggling digits biting her lip, loving how her son could so easily find her G-spot. It made her believe that her son knew her cunt so... intimately.

"Come lie on the bed," Layla said, gesturing to the bed. "Because I so want to feel your tongue down here." Her voice shuttered as her featherlight touch danced along wet labia.

"Mmm... yes, that does sound pleasant," Ira mused as he increased the pressure on his mother's G-spot.

"Oh yes baby!" Cora loudly moaned as he paid extra attention to the top of her clit. "Oh son!" How she want to call out his name but not when they were recording. No one needed to know it was Ira behind the mask. She was going to have to think of a stage name for him, because she so wanted the world to know just how well her son was fucking her. Her body quaked; her cheek pressed against the comforter as she breathed heavily into it. A very satisfied smile formed on her lips as she purred into the mattress. Her fingers curled as the movement of his fingers through her canal threatened to send her screaming loudly into the mattress. Her breath hiccupped as the tips of his fingers left her canal.

"Yes baby, do," Cora cooed as she teased his cock with the tips of her fingers. "Let mama and Dorrance take care of you," she mused as the both of them gently led Ira to the bed.

"I could grow used to this," Ira said to himself as Layla knelt beside his head.

"Now baby." Cora's hips rocked; her throbbing labia danced along Ira's pole. "Let mama have some of this fat cock," Core said in a wanton purr, as the crown of his rod pressed against her entrance. Her body arched elfinly as her hot, moist, velvet tunnel inched down her son's length. Her fingers feathered out as they spread along his hips. A stuttering moan escaped her lips as her clit brushed lightly against his skin as her hips gently rocked.

"Now Suriel..." Layla didn't know why that name appeared in her head. Yet as she stared down at his face for some odd reason it just felt that while fitting it felt lacking as well. "Oh God!" A soft whimper left her lips as she felt Ira's hot breath on her mound. That was another reason she found strange about Ira; no man had ever made her body tremble by something as simple as a breath on her overheated cunt. "Oh yes Suriel, pat my sweet pussy with that tantalizing tongue," Her voice came out in a heavenly dream as that pink tip slowly began to part her labia.

"Oh... Suriel!" Cora loudly moaned as her sex glided along her son's hard cock. Testing out the name... which oddly felt good on her tongue. "That's it fuck your mother! Yes baby, mama needs to feel her man deep inside of her." Her breath huffed as she sought to bring her son over the edge. Her hands squeezed her breasts as her cream mixed with that salty treat her son was currently painting the walls of her womb in. "I think it's time for this beautiful woman to take her own spin," Cora said, smirking at Layla as their lips parted.

"Mmmhmm," Layla hummed.

Her lips smacked as they lifted off the hood of Ira's pole after she had given it a proper cleaning. "Can't have you taking this for a spin when it's all soiled," Cora said, her tongue flicked the back of Ira's cock as she held his hard pole for her.

"Just sit back and enjoy the way my ass bounces," Layla said, smirking proudly over her shoulder. Loving how those eyes were glued to the entrance of her garden as his head penetrated her rich mound. Knowing if she spoke out about his... interesting tastes it might keep her from this... bliss. Layla began to wonder if the argument was worth the risk. Still, she did want to know what was going on.

Ira lounged in his reading chair, turning the page of Jules Verne's 'The Mysterious Island' recounting his own trip to a very peculiar one as well. His eyes glanced over to his bed knowing how his mother and Layla had laid there for a good hour after they had sex. Who knew his life would become like this? Ira certainly didn't. His ears twitched as something tapped on the pane of his widow. Ira tried not to be creeped out by that smile of hers, yet that was easier said than done. He could never truly gauge how to act around her. Watching how the light of his room glinted off her black soulless eyes as he rose from his chair. The window slid effortlessly on its tracks as Ira pushed it upwards.

"Come Ira, come spend the night with your mate. Mor's mate will come with Mor, no?" Mor asked, tilting her head to the side, her creepy smile stretched ear to ear. Her plain white t-shirt stretched taut along her chest, allowing her pale pink nipples to bleed through the material. Her tight black leather pants squeaked as she lightly bounced in her squatting position. Her black, metal skull, boots shone in the moonlit as she waited for Ira's answer.

"You... want to what?!" Ira asked confused, as he lowered his back side to sit on the armrest of his chair. This wasn't something he would have thought a demon would do.

"Come with," Mor stated again, nodding her head towards the city. Her hand reached for him only to pull it back as an unseen spark singed her fingertips before she pulled back her hand. Muttering under her breath that his house didn't recognize her as Ira's mate.

"Okay... what's going on Mor?" Ira asked, as his book rested in the crevice of his legs.

"Does something have to be happening for Mor to spend time with her mate?" Mor asked bashfully, the tip of her talon lazily danced along the shingle in front of Ira's window. "Do you not like Mor anymore?"

"Never said that Mor," Ira said offhandedly, as he scratched his right cheek. "You just never asked me before is all."

"Well... Mor is asking now," Mor said, slowly glancing up at Ira. Her mouth watered at the power she felt coming off of his body. She knew he indeed had grown stronger since the last time they saw one another.

"Okay, let me get my shoes," Ira said, knowing if he sent her away there was no telling how that would come back to bite him in his ass.

"Come, come," Mor said excitedly, waving her hand for him to join her out on his roof.

The skyline of Portland rose in the distance as Ira and Mor casually strode down the street. Ira glanced down at the top of Mor's head as she snuggled tightly to his left arm. This was so unlike her -- being clingy and all -- it rightly threw Ira off kilter. More so when Mor hissed at the women they passed as they strolled down the sidewalk going nowhere in particular. However, that all came to an end as the surrounding area was covered in thick black-grayish smoke. Ira glanced down as Mor's grip on his arm turned deadly. Looking around noticing how the mortals that walked through that thick, strange smoke paid no attention to it. So, he knew it wasn't natural. His skin prickled as the sound of a cracking whip struck the pavement as whatever it was stalked them within that cloud of smoke.

"I see a little demon running around." Asmodan's voice drifted along those smoky vapors. "That same little demon snuck into my treasure room. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Peering over Mor's head the smell of tar and sulfur hung in the air as her flaming whip melted and burnt the asphalt where it landed. Leaving a trail of glowing embers in its wake.

"Asmodan!" Mor growled. "Well, why don't you come out little whore!" Mor spat. "You'd dare interrupt Mor's time with her mate!" she roared as her eyes peered through the smoke.

"Mate?! Don't make me laugh little demon! No demon would dare lay with you," Asmodan chuckled wickedly. All the while her eyes couldn't look away from Ira. Pondering why Mor was clinging onto him. She knew if Mor was going to eat him she would have already done so, yet the question remained, was Ira indeed Mor's mate or was that a ploy to get her to back off her little snack. A snack mind you, that should be all hers and not something Mor could sample at will. Her charcoal black curved horns sprouted from her forehead; her dark crimson skin glistened in the light of her whip.

Her nostrils flared as her ruby eyes ran down Ira's form. Fighting the urge to sink her talons into Mor's hide for stealing from her. The belt wasn't all that important to her, yet she couldn't allow Mor to go unpunished. Even though she knew it would probably come to a draw between the two of them. "Does she know how unique he is? Is that why Mor is here and why she's hanging all over my newest toy?" Asmodan asked herself as her bat-like wings fluttered against her back. She knew the first task was to get them separated. She had no wish to harm Ira in their fight. That would only keep him away from her when that cock of his should be lodged deep within her womanhood.

"Yeah-huh!" Mor shouted trying not to revert back to her natural form. Knowing her lady wouldn't like it if she did, given the damage her form would cause to the land and Heaven's gaze would peer down at her if she did. That wasn't something she wanted, not when she had to protect her mate. Ira wasn't going to be harmed, not ever!

"Is that all your little tiny brain can think of?!" Asmodan mused as the black-grayish smoke drifted over her horns as she left its safety. "Why don't you send your little snack away, so I can take him off your hands once I put you in your place," she said, cocking out her hip. The long black loin cloth fluttered in the breeze, longing to feel Ira's eyes on her exposed cunt. Wondering if he liked how her breasts bounced as she stood before him in her natural state. Also wondering why he wasn't freaking out on her as her tail swayed behind her. She chalked that up to Mor's influence on him.

"My. Place!" Mor growled demonically. Her nails morphed into long four-inch talons. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at Asmodan. Did she not know who she had just insulted? Mor couldn't allow her slight to go unpunished. Launching herself at Asmodan, her talons ready to rip into her hide. Only to feel a hand, a strong, powerful hand on her shoulder.

"Mor what are you doing?" Ira asked, his gold-ruby eyes shimmered in his unquestionable power. His four wings extended; lightning arced along each feather as a ruby haze drifted off his eyes. The light of his halo glinted off his reversed C-shaped horns. Feeling Mor eagerly wanting to rip into the demon before them.

"Impossible?!" Asmodan muttered to herself. There couldn't be one of his kind, it wasn't possible! Yet as she looked upon Ira, it all made sense to her now. Why she couldn't feel any demonic energies from him when it appeared that he was indeed like her. Still to think a Nephilim still walked the Earth was... shocking to say the least. More so to know that Nephilim had a demonic taint to him. Asmodan couldn't help it. The power she felt coming off of his body made her cunt throb and grow moist the longer she stood before him. "Was this why Lucifer had stayed in this town for so long? Was this why she hid herself when she was on Earth? So she could keep this Nephilim to herself?" Asmodan asked herself feeling her nipples hardening against her black bikini top she always wore with said loin cloth. She had to get Ira away from Mor and make him her own consort. Where if... "Impossible!" she muttered to herself again as she felt the energies of the two down in Hell. "Could he actually bare children... with us?" Asmodan asked herself. Knowing if that was the case, she definitely needed to lure Ira away from Mor. Knowing if they could breed together then there was no sense that the two of them could not as well. Sucking in a breath as those eyes of his stared at her. Feeling his power wash over her as he held Mor back.

"Mor is going to claw this whore's eyes out," Mor stated.

"Why?!" Ira asked perplexed.

"She..." Her left index finger pointed at Asmodan. "Can't get away for insulting Mor's mate," Mor said sternly.

"I see," Ira muttered. He didn't see the need for the two of them to come to blows on a very public street, nor did he want his great-grandfather or his aunts to come down and break it up either. He knew that would be very, very bad for all of them. "Well, I don't know who you are, but I won't have you attacking Mor, and I've already had enough battles with archangels, I'm going to end this before they take notice of it," Ira said, staring at the demon before him. Feeling Mor wiggling in his grasp only to still her body as his wings folded in around her. Listening to her giggle as she touched his feathers.

"See Mor's mate loves Mor," Mor said, peering up at Ira. Peeking through his wings, her black eyes glinted evilly as she stared at Asmodan. "See?! Mor's mate is STRONG and a demon. So there! Next time Mor's mate will smite you!" Asmodan stared skyward as Ira took flight with Mor in his arms.

Asmodan stood there, lost for words, as she felt his fading energies on the breeze. "Fuck!" Asmodan hissed as she unexpectedly came. She had to wrestle Ira away from Mor. She had to have him, now more so than ever! A wicked smile spread across her lips at what she planned on doing to Ira once he was hers. "He might be your mate now Mor, but not for long," Asmodan muttered as her own wings unfurled. Soaring, quickly, high above the city she needed to get home. She needed to plan. So many delicious plans for when Ira became hers. Giggling wickedly as the wind whipped past her ears as her hands rested over her stomach. Flashes of the future floated before her eyes as she imagined how strong their children would become once she manages to wrestle him away from Mor.

Her bare feet touched light on the ground as she landed in her backyard. Ignoring how the dew on the blades of grass moistened her skin as she glided towards the backdoor. Her devious mind plotted and formed counterplans as the door swung open on its brass hinges. Her eyes glanced up as she heard the freezer motor running as Beth stood in its cold embrace.

"Hey Mom," Beth said causally, as she put away the tub of ice cream. She'd been in a foul mood ever since the assembly earlier that day. Grumbling as she grabbed her bowl of rocky road. Wondering why Ira needed other women when he had her to call upon should he need that orgasmic tool of his serviced as she stabbed her spoon into the largest mound. "I thought you would be gone all night," Beth stated as her shirt rose up to reveal her panty covered ass when she took a bite before heading towards the living room. Where she could mope unhindered.

"That was the plan dear," Asmodan said, her fingertips skimmed along her skin remembering how his power felt against it. Whimpering as she gave her right nipple a light pinch enjoying her heightened arousal Ira had brought on.

"What changed?" Beth asked, as she lowered herself to the couch. Reaching for the remote cursing Ira under her breath as she switched on the boob tube.

"Oh, nothing much, ran into an old acquaintance from Hell," Asmodan said offhandedly, as she sauntered into the living room.

"Wait... Really?!" Beth stuttered nearly dropping her spoon.

"Mmmhmm," Asmodan nodded. Resting her forearms on the back of the couch, her tail swooshed in excitement.

"Mom!" Beth blushed in embarrassment as her mother's fingers caressed her left cheek.

"What baby?" Asmodan cooed. Her ruby eyes shimmered, her lush lips lustered in the light of the floor lamp.

"W-what's gotten in to you?" Beth asked, her voice stammered. Her mother was never like this, at least not normally.

"Oh... nothing much," Asmodan said, her lips curled into a taunting smile.

"Okay, you're starting to freak me out," Beth said, wondering if the body snatchers had plucked up her mother and returned a pod person in its place. Her eyes flew wide in startlement as her mother kissed her fully on the lips.

"Mmm... I do like chocolate," Asmodan purred as her tongue ran along her upper lip. "And the delicious man you have brought to me," she said, bopping her daughter's nose.

"Do what now?!" Beth asked, very confused.

"Ira, my sweet," Asmodan said, reverting to her humanoid form.

"Don't get me started on that jerk face," Beth pouted into her bowl.

"Now, now my dear, you mustn't frown like that," Emily said, gently patting her hand before walking around the couch and joining her daughter on it. "Not after what I witnessed tonight," she said, sighing in bliss.

"You sure you didn't hit your head?" Beth asked inquisitively, tilting her head to the side.

"Shush you!" Emily swatted Beth's leg playfully. "Oh, the power that man has!" Emily moaned as she pressed her head against the back of the couch as her hands fondled her breasts.

"Mom? I think you need to start at the beginning," Beth said, pointing her spoon at her mother. A curious droplet of melted chocolate ice cream hung on by a hairsbreadth as those hazel eyes peered at her.

"Hmm... where to begin?" Emily muttered, dropping her chin into her hand. "You remember how annoyed I was when I learned of the theft from my vault?" she asked, wondering if her daughter was paying attention at the time.

"Yeah, you did go on about it for a day or so," Beth said, her tongue ran along the cold metal surface as she licked clean the ice cream that still clung to it.

"Well, what do you know, I found the one that stole into my vault and snatched that belt. That's the acquaintance I told you about that I ran into."

"And... did you blast this demon to bits?" Beth asked, a little excitement in her voice. Always enjoying the sight of her mother in her true form and watching, or hearing in this case, how her mother used her powers.

"No, no," Emily said, waving her daughter off. "Mor is quite powerful. It would have just ended in a draw between the two of us, and guess who was with her?" A cunning smile rose the corner of her lips as she waited for Beth to grasp the sheer luck that she had stumbled into.

"Don't tell me," Beth said, holding up her hand as her mother began to speak. "I'm going to take a very wild guess here, Ira." She knew who Mor was. She had met that demon when she snuck out one night to go to that underground club beneath the mall. Yet Mor didn't strike her as the roam around with your dinner type of demon to her. Her mind was surely pegged as to why Ira was with her.

"Bingo!" Emily shouted throwing up her arms. "And you know what I found out?!" she asked, excitedly.

"How not to freak out your daughter?"

"Nonsense! No, I found out why Ira is so... yummy," Emily said, in a very husky voice.

"O-okay, you are going to share with the class aren't you?" Beth asked, lightly stabbing her mother's thigh with her big toe.

"Of course, of course," Emily cooed, patting her daughter's left knee. "How else are we going to lure him away from Mor?" she asked, an evil light played across her hazel eyes.

"Okay, but isn't Ira just a human, albeit a very strange human, but human nonetheless?" Beth asked, setting her bowl aside. Her interest in the cold sweet treat was lost at the mention of Ira. She needed to know how she could worm her way into his graces. She had to know what made him want every woman in town when she was all the more willing to give him anything he wanted.

"And we both were wrong on so many levels," Emily said, smirking when she heard her daughter gasp. It wasn't every day that she admitted that she was wrong.

"O-okay. Wow!" Beth whistled knowing her mother wasn't one that admitted she was wrong. "So... what happened next?" she asked, eager to learn what she could about Ira.

"Oh... just that he's an angel," watching her daughter's eyes widen at the word, "well half," Emily said, tapping her chin. "Which would make him a Nephilim given his demonic taint. So, he has to have a human side. I just wonder who his angel parent is?" she mused as she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes glanced over to her daughter as she smacked her forehead. "Something the matter?"

"Why didn't I see it!" Beth said, the heel of her hand thumped against her forehead.

"See what?!"

"The way Cybil acts, the way she is around him. It has so many hallmarks of how men act around me," Beth sighed, bowing her head for not seeing it until now.

"Hmm... yes, he does have an incubus feel to him," Emily muttered as the tip of her finger tapped against her lips. "You shouldn't worry about it; you couldn't have known Ira was a Nephilim. They were pesky little things before their destruction. They were very hard to sense their presence. I chalk that up to their human part," she said, staring down her chest. Her fingers drummed along her stomach pondering on what a high-ranking demon and Ira could sire together. If what she felt down in the eighth circle was any indication then anything was possible, and she and her family could rule the higher ranks of Hell for eternity if that came to pass.

"But who turned him into one?" Beth asked, allowing her question to hang in the air.

"Hmm... can't say, the next time you are with him look for a house crest, there has to be one on his body somewhere. If not..." A devious grin rapidly spread along her lips at the thought that had just popped into her head.

"Then we can do it, and no one can say a thing," Beth said, matching her mother's smile.

"Yes, but if there is we have to plan on how to lure him away from Mor," holding up her hand when Beth started to speak, "and no, we can't attack her. Mor is on my level, no good would come to us if we did that," Emily said. Knowing if it was true then Mor wouldn't hesitate to send her children after them, and if it was true then they themselves would be a force to reckon with. She had no interest in starting a frivolous war with Mor when the risks weren't worth the effort it would take. Emily also knew if the fight between them grew to large then Lucifer would step in and end the two of them in a heartbeat. That too, was something she wasn't about to allow to happen to herself and there was no way she believed his claim to have battled archangels. "So... here's what we are going to do..."

"Ira?!" Rita's voice echoed in his ear as Ira held his phone to it.

"Hey Rita," Ira said, rubbing his left shoulder where Mor had bit him again during their... he wouldn't say love making. Mor was a little bit more into the fucking than that. "What can I do to or for the hot college chick in my life?" A smile touched his lips at her soft giggle.

"Ira what would you say about coming and touring the campus tomorrow?" Rita asked, hoping she could show him what awaited him when he got in.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind," Ira said, knowing he wouldn't miss anything special at school. Plus, he needed to speak with Sue about setting up Ms. Nunes's downfall.

"Then afterwards... can we...?"

"Oh, most definitely," Ira said, knowing where her question was going.

"Mmm... yes, you shouldn't keep your sister longing for your... for so long," Rita cooed into the phone before saying goodnight to him.

"So... my sister, huh?" Vikki's tongue flicked against her teeth as she leaned against his doorframe as she read her sister's taunting text.

"Yeah," Ira arched an eyebrow as he tossed his shirt into the hamper.

"You could have asked me Ira," Vikki said, her eyes glanced up. Hoping he liked looking at her as she stood in her pink bra and matching panties.

"Well... I really wasn't thinking about it," Ira said, scratching his head. With everything going on the thought really hadn't crossed his mind.

"I see," Vikki said, stepping into his room. Her hips swayed as she approached him, she wasn't about to be out done by her sister. "Then I need to have a little nibble, don't you?" Vikki asked, as her panties fell to floor.

Ira rubbed the back of his neck as he yawned waiting for Rita to pick him up. All through breakfast his sister and Vikki shot daggers at him for not asking them and not riding with them. He so didn't know how he was going to handle them once he got into college. That is if he truly needed to go now with everything going on. Watching Rita's car pull slowly to a stop along the curb.

"Hop in Ira!" Rita said joyously, as she looked out the open passenger window. "How do I look?" she asked, directing his view towards her light red, spaghetti strap, slip dress. Her fingertips slowly pulled down the hem of her dress as they danced up her thigh. It had been far too long since they've been together.

"Hot, as always," Ira stated, watching how Rita's cheeks heated.

"I'm glad you think so," Rita sighed happily as her hand slipped into his. "I hope you're going to like the tour," she said, gently squeezing his hand. Knowing the stir they were going to cause on campus. They needed to know who her man was, sure she would lay with other men. Ira understood this, as she understood his need to seek out other women to feed. However, they would never be the one she loved like she did Ira.

Forty-five minutes later Rita and Ira sat in the parking lot of the college. Rita watched as Ira's eyes followed after the students as they strolled casually towards their next lectures. Giggling as Ira rolled his eyes as the local douche strummed his guitar and sang off key to the few women who were clustered around him as the guy sat beneath the oak tree in the courtyard.

"Come on Ira, I'll show you around," Rita said sweetly.

After an hour and half of walking around showing him what college life would be for him. Noticing how her sister and Bridgett were slyly following them around. A couple of times Rita had to shoo them off when Ira was looking around the lecture hall she had taken him to. However, her panties got bunched when they sat in on the opening lecture for one of the classes Ira would need.

"You know the two of you can sit somewhere else, right?" Rita hissed at her sister as Vikki lowered herself into the seat on the other side of Ira.

"Oh? I think I found one," Bridgett said, resting her ass in Ira's lap. "You like that don't you Ira?" she asked softly, as she peered behind her. Feeling her brother hardening as she rolled her ass against his manhood. "Having your sister give you a lap dance in front of everyone."

"Y-yes," Ira whispered, listening to Bridgett's intake of breath as his finger ran along her slit as she rose.

"Good. You should," Bridgett cooed sweetly before moving to sit beside Vikki.

"You bring Ira here and you expect us not to tease him?" Vikki asked, looking over at her sister. Slipping her hand into Ira's lap... her eyebrow twitched as Rita slapped her hand away.

"Ira is mine today," Rita hissed as her hand gently gripped his covered rod. "You are my boyfriend today, aren't you?" she whispered into Ira's ear.

"Then I'll be the other woman trying to steal him," Vikki said, shooting her sister a coy smirk.

Ira sighed once he stood out in the hall after the professor sent him out of his lecture for being a distraction to his class. If this was how his college life was going to go, he didn't know if he'd be able to survive the first day. Yet his blood began to chill as he heard the sound of heels on the polished tile floor. Ira swallowed hard as Alyda rounded the corner. Her crimson hair bounced against her chest. Her green eyes lustered in want as they gazed at him. Her ruby hued lips were plump in her lust as she held the folders in her right arm to her voluptuous chest.

"What a surprise it is to see you here... Ira," Alyda said, peering over the rim of her glasses. Her skirt hugged her cocked hip, her stockings contoured to her shapely legs as she stood a few feet from him. "Tell me why aren't you in school?" she asked, the tips of her fingers skimmed along the edge of her left lapel down the opening of her shirt.

"Umm... Rita invited me," Ira said, noticing how Alyda's eyes dipped low at his noticeable bulge.

"I see," Alyda said, her eyes slowly glanced up. "Well, I would think my department is where you need to be, don't you?" she asked, with a coy smile at his slight nod. "Then what are we waiting for, hmm?" Quickly texting Rita that Ira was with her before sliding her phone into the pocket of her suit jacket. Moving the files to her left arm, looping her right arm around Ira's left. Peering out of the corner of her eye as she pressed his arm against the side of her right breast. Shooting her daughter a smirk as Rita exited the lecture hall as they rounded the corner.

"And here is my office," Alyda said, leading him into the room once she had shown him the room where she held her own lectures he would be attending next year. Slyly locking the door, she wasn't about to let Rita, Sue, Vikki, or her own students interrupt this. Laying the files on her desk, slyly easing out of her jacket as Ira scanned her bookshelf. Her hips shook as they slid down her legs. Her thumbs hooked around the waist band of her red aerie lace thong. Feeling her clit throb at the prospect of having Ira eating and fucking her in her own office. While she had brought many of her students and a few of the professors to her office, Ira was the only one that truly mattered.

"Hey, I have this one! And this one too!" Ira said excitedly, as he read the spines of the two books. Pressing his lips together as he felt Alyda pressing her chest against his back. Gooseflesh ran along his skin as she brushed her lips against the back of his neck.

"I know," Alyda whispered in a seductive voice. "Vikki sent me photos of your room a few years ago. It's good to know you're familiar with their work, they do have very interesting things to impart." Her nose lightly ran down the left side of his neck as she unbutton his pants. "They are a huge part of my first semester lessons," she said, over the sound of his pants falling to the floor. A hungry smile rose along her lips at the sound he made as her hand wrapped around his stiff pole. "Yes Ira, enjoy how your mother's hand feels," Alyda purred, as her thumb teased the underside of his crown. "Are you ready to become the teacher's pet?" Her lips sucked gently on his earlobe as she waited for his answer. She had already put her spell on the Dean. So, she knew Ira would be automatically accepted once he sent in his admission forms.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded. His eyes fluttered, he hoped she stopped before he came in his underwear. He so didn't want to walk around the college in cum crusted undergarments.

"Mmm... I can't wait for the time you'll be tasting my hot pussy underneath my desk," Alyda said, listening to the slap his cock made as it struck against his lower stomach as she pushed his underwear down. "As much as I would like to tease you all day long, I have a class in thirty minutes," she said, slowly turning him around. Watching how his cock pulsated as his eyes ran down her body. Her breasts swelled in her bra as his eyes gazed so lewdly at them, her dress shirt hung open. Loving how his hands felt on her ass as her tongue rolled in his mouth as their kiss deepened.

Smiling warmly at him as her hands ran down his arms. Taking hold of his hands, leading him towards the tan leather couch that sat by the door. Lowering herself onto it, resting her back in the corner of it as her left elbow rested on the armrest. Lifting and spreading her right leg so those eyes of his could gaze unhindered at her covered mound. Biting her lower lip as the crown of his rod swelled at the site of her juicy peach.

"Come Ira, it's time for your mother to feel that tongue in this," Alyda said salaciously, pulling aside her thong. Watching his nostrils flare as the scent of her sex laced the air. Smiling as Ira moved quickly to kneel between her legs. Her eyes followed the flight of her panties as Ira tossed them over his left shoulder. She did enjoy how her son was so eager to taste her sweet cunt. Ira's hair bunched up between her fingers as she pressed lightly on the back of his head as his tongue parted her hungry labia.

Her chest heaved; her breath ragged as she savored the orgasm Ira had just given her. "Now Ira, get up here and plow that cock deep into your mother's pussy," Alyda demanded. Her fingers skimmed along his cheeks before her hands caressed them. Smiling as she brought him lower to her lips as his right hand guided his rod towards her golden gate.

Blowing out a breath as Ira exited Alyda's office. Feeling her juices still coating his cock as the latch fell into the recess of the striker.

"Have fun?" Rita pouted as she leaned against the wall startling Ira. "I-Ira you were supposed to be my boyfriend today," she said, plumping out her lower lip. A little hurt that he could be dragged away so easily from her side.

"Sorry Rita, I can't help you all are just irresistible," Ira said, trying to sooth Rita's ruffled feathers.

"R-r-really?!" Rita asked bashfully, twirling her crimson hair around her finger. Feeling like a little girl with her first crush as Ira stared at her.

"Yeah, can't you see?" Ira asked, pointing at her reflection in the glass of the red box that housed the fire extinguisher.

"T-then..." Her head was bowed as her fingers fiddled with the waistband of his pants. "You aren't displeased with me?" Rita asked, his green eyes shyly glanced up.

"No, why would I be?" Ira asked, confused.

"No reason," Rita said, shaking her head, a small smile graced her lips. "Then you won't leave me wanting?" she whispered. Her green eyes lustered as Ira pressed his left index finger underneath her chin, making her gaze rise to meet his.

"And miss out on how sweet my hot sister tastes like, heavens no," Ira said, with an alluring smile.

"Then... you wouldn't mind if we had a picnic together?"

"No." Steadying himself as Rita threw her arms around him. "God. She smells so good." Waving to a shocked Sue as they drove past her. Hoping there weren't too many people around when they got there, because he so wanted to make her moan after their noontime meal.

"Hide Anael!" Lucifer commanded her daughter as she and Ira slowly traveled back to her realm after their little impromptu gathering of her sisters in that field. "Now, what started all of this Ira?" she asked, slyly looking around her realm for her daughter to ensure that Ira didn't see her before Anael was ready. Feeling her grandson's eyes on her ass as she glided towards her throne. Sensing her daughter wanting to peek out from behind her throne.

"Gabby asked me to take four living souls," Ira said plainly, looking her in the eye as she had changed to her natural form. To say Lucifer was stunned would be an understatement. "The four, two women and their sons, have been using some drug, non-violently raping men, women and possibly children for at least twenty years. They used it on Laura's mother last summer and tried to use it on Laura two weeks or so ago, and one of the women answered the door at uncle's house Saturday when I arrived for my umm... lesson."

"Gabriela asked you to do this?" Lucifer asked him, surprised at the request.

"She did," Ira nodded, "she also said she was going to clear the husbands' minds so they would be able to see what's been going on for the last however many years," he added not knowing what would happen after that.

"Do you know where they are?" Lucifer asked, her eyes narrowing, looking at him. Knowing this was perfect it would show Anael just how powerful Ira is and will become. She also knew Anael was fighting against her angelic side from not rushing to his side.

"Yes, they're at the mall, spending money as usual."

"Bring them here." Lucifer commanded; Ira faded away with a nod.

Ira materialized behind them, using his abilities to keep himself hidden from the usual mall crowd following them as they chatted, strolling past the various store fronts. They were so busy between themselves they never noticed the change of scenery as Ira morphed the huge mall walkway into a tunnel leading to the throne room of Hell. Ira smiled to himself as they all started swatting at imaginary insects buzzing around them, they didn't realize they were hearing the denizens of Hell howling. After a hundred yards of them swatting and muttering they finally came upon the throne room, Lucifer sat in her throne, the lake of magma hissed and bubbled before her. They threw their hands to their ears as the buzzing faded into the howls and pleas of the damned. Trembling they stepped forward at a prod from behind looking onto the visage of Lucifer, however, they weren't seeing her the way Ira always saw his grandmother, no, they were seeing what the movies showed her as.

Replaying the events of their lives in various stages: Toby and his mother, Melanie having a baby, then Toby is alone as he watches Melanie disappear with Jeff, his hated enemy, to where he couldn't say because his mother had abandoned him. Melanie saw herself giving birth to Toby's son, then saw Toby with Laura, a new ring on her finger and them leaving and never coming back. Sandra and Chris were seeing the same thing about each other. These images terrified them all; the mothers lived for their sons and the sons lived for their mothers and seeing the other disappearing from their life was the one thing they all feared the most.

After a few minutes of letting the foursome watch their various horror movies the images stopped and their eyes fell upon the Devil, ten feet tall with red skin and black horns curving out from his skull, and cloven hooves that clacked on the hard surface around his throne. "What is happening?!" Melanie asked, in abject fear.

"Ask the one behind you," Lucifer said, in a deep gravelly voice pointing behind them. Her wicked laugh trailed after them as they turned.

"Wait," Toby said, "I know you!" He started to walk towards Ira but suddenly stopped as the ring of fire started in his chest as Ira changed into his original demon form -- about six feet tall with deep blue skin, his midnight black wings unfurled with arcs of blue-white lightning dancing along the feathers. Ira's sword appeared in his hand and with a flick of his wrist a red beam shot out and encircled the four of them pulling tight and passing through them bringing their souls into Ira's grasp.

"I own you now..." Ira started to say but stopped as he felt the power of their souls feeding him, he remembered back to when his cousin had showed him how to reanimate the dead and this felt a thousand times more powerful. Each soul felt like a tiny nuclear power plant just waiting for him to tap into it and use it. Taking a deep breath and savoring the feeling, he looked at the people. Dismissing his new souls to a tiny pocket dimension only he could access. "You are mine to command, if you choose to disobey the result would be me crushing your soul and sending you back here without remorse," looking to his grandmother seeing the delight in her eyes, "so, I am leaving you here for a day to learn what your punishment will be if you decide to disobey me," Ira said, looking back to his grandmother. Noticing something was off with her, it wasn't sadness, whatever it was he couldn't rightly say or ask in mixed company. "Have fun with them, but remember they are serial rapists of the worst order." Waving his hand, blowing his grandmother a kiss before disappearing back to the world of man.

"Father is so... cool," Anael sighed as she stepped out from behind the throne. Her height had increased again allowing her to access more of her natural gifts. She had peeked around the corner just so she could get her very first look at her father. How it took all her will to stay hidden like her mother asked her to. When all she wanted to do was be at his side.​