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Samuel Goodall found himself staring at something, or somethings, that shouldn't exist. His glowing cobalt eyes viewed the thing that was not of this world. He knew he was still on earth -- the smell of the ocean told him that much -- yet it smelled different than the Atlantic or the Gulf. Then where exactly was he? However, they needed to know he wasn't the kind of man they could pluck from his life and send him to who knows where.

"Luci?!" Ira called out to his grandmother as power... His eyes shot wide as it reminded him of what he had felt days ago. "Missy get them out of here!" he yelled as he morphed into his Nephilim form. Calling for his sword not knowing if he could subdue the man or whatever he was before him. He just hoped he could buy them enough time to get far enough away from him. He knew his grandmother wasn't in any shape to face off against whatever she had called forth. Hell, he didn't know if he would walk away from this encounter either. His black wings unfurled, his reverse C-shaped horns glinted in the sunlight, his golden-ruby eyes shimmered in his angelic power. The fire of his halo flared as he pushed off the ground to draw the things attention to himself. Ira blinked and the man was gone as he lunged. Then he felt something taking hold of his sword. It wasn't possible! His eyes widened at the two simple fingernails holding his blade. That couldn't be, it was made from his angelic light and fire. No simple creature could touch his blade without succumbing to its fire. As he turned his head... "Fuck!" Ira groaned into his mind as the punch that landed squarely on his jaw sent him face first into the stone.

"I don't know what the fuck you are, but you're going to regret taking me away from my family," Samuel growled angrily as he took hold of the base of Ira's right wing.

Ira grunted in pain as his body crashed through the stone pillar as he was tossed through the air. "What is he that he can overpower me?" Ira asked himself as his body tumbled along the ground. What was this family he was taking about? Had his grandmother actually pulled him away from a family that loved him like his own -- while not anywhere near normal in the sense of the word -- family? These questions plagued his rattled brain as the world spun and he could have sworn there were three of them as whatever that man was stalked towards him.

"I'm going to grind you into the dirt until there is nothing left," Samuel said darkly, as he formed a gravity spell on the thing's chest.

Ira cried out in pain as it felt like a ton of weight was crushing down on his chest and it only got heavier. Golden ichor sprayed out from his mouth as the ground began to crater out around him as whatever it was he couldn't dispel it.

"Ira! You get away from him!" Raphaela screamed as she sent her spear flying. Watching in stunned shock as the creature moved his body just enough that her spear passed harmlessly along his chest.

"We aren't going to allow you to kill our Ira!" Gabriella shouted as her twin daggers glinted in the light as she raced with all her speed to reach his side.

"Seems you get to live another day," Samuel muttered before disappearing in a blur. Knowing he would be at a very huge disadvantage when those three beings joined the one he had pinned on the ground, and he could hear Kelly's and Charlotte's voices in his head berating him for getting himself killed. He just had to find out how he was going to get back home and find out just where he was.

"Ira!" Michelle darted into the hole as Ira groaned in pain. "Shh. Hold still," she said sweetly, as her hand gently caressed his face as she held him in her arms.

"Stay with us Ira!" Gabriella pleaded as she ran her healing light along his chest. Peering out of the corner of her eye seeing Raphaela plucking her spear from the ground. Standing guard over them as she healed Ira.

A few miles outside of Salem, Massachusetts....

Bodies rushed around her grandparents former home. Items flew through the air as Kelly's arm swept them off the table's surface. Charlotte dug frantically for the map she had stored in the closet when they moved in. Nimue stood off to the side her anger, clear as day, at those who took her husband away. Aurore stood beside her trying to sooth the volatile vampire. Marie and Lola wanted to do something yet didn't know what they could do. Everyone became still as the house phone rang.

Charlotte's dress whipped as she raced against Kelly to answer the phone. Huffing in annoyance when Kelly beat her to it. Her 36D breasts bounced as she crossed her arms. Her mood lightened when Kelly blew her a kiss and placed the phone on speaker.

"Kelly? Charlotte? Grandma? Mom? Grandpa? Anyone there?!" Samuel asked, as his voice came over the line.

"Sammy?!" Charlotte, Kelly, and Nimue cried out.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!" Wendy called to her son as her little legs carried her down the hall.

"Whoa! Whoa! One at a time," Samuel said, when they all tried to talk at once.

"Where are you?" Kelly asked, as her sandy-blonde hair dangled before her as she sat the receiver on the small rectangle table that sat against the wall of the stairwell.

"From what my GPS says, somewhere outside of Portland, Oregon," Samuel said matter-of-factly.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked, concerned for the welfare of the father of their child.

"Seems so... just getting hungry." All turned to Nimue wondering if she knew any vampires out there to help Samuel sate his hunger.

"Samuel, how long do you think you can hold out?" Nimue asked, stepping up to the table. Pandora listened in as her sister had placed her phone in her pocket. Her snow-white hair was held in a tight ponytail, her silver eyes conveyed her love for him through the phone line as she stared down at it.

"I don't know, I haven't had anything since three days ago."

"Samuel! What have I told you about anticipating your hunger?!" Nimue said, shaking her head.

"I know, I know," Samuel sighed. Feeling his cheeks heat at their combined giggles.

"Alright, you stay right where you are and we'll come get you," Charlotte said sternly, her raven hair bounced her chest.

"About that..."

"Sammy?! You better not be thinking about doing something foolish," Kelly said, a tad bit of fear laced her words.

"What?! No. Just something weird is going on here. I just don't know what to make of it."

"Wings?!" A combined confusion filled the hallway as they all looked at one another when Samuel recounted what happened after he had been summoned.

"Now no matter how much I tell you not to come you're going to do it anyway," Samuel said, feeling a smile forming on his lips.

"Of course, we are!" Kelly said, seeing everyone nodding in agreement.

"Alright, but Mom...?"

"What is it baby?" Wendy asked, squatting down on the steps peering through the rails of the banister down at the phone.

"You're going to have to sit this one out. Just to many unknowns right now to bring you into this."

"Samuel Ross Goodall! I am your mother, I will not..."

"Don't worry Samuel, Lola and I, along with everyone else, will watch over her until you get back," Marie said, stepping up to the phone. Her auburn hair glinted in the house lights. "You can count on your coven to watch over everything until your return," she said, seeing Lola nodding in agreement.

"I appreciate it," Samuel said, wondering if those 36DDD breasts of hers were bouncing. "Alright I'm going see what I can find out before you get here."

"Sammy," Kelly said sweetly to the phone.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, sis; and you too Charlotte," Samuel said, knowing that his aunt was about to say.

"You be careful Samuel. You have a great many things to live for," Marie cooed, her hands rested over her stomach. Her thumb brushed along her stomach knowing their child was growing inside of her womb.

"Of course," Samuel said, before he ended the call.

"Okay, we need to figure out who's going with me and Charlotte," Kelly said, taking command.

"Kelly Ann, I am your mother you can't leave me behind when Sammy needs all of us!" Wendy shouted as she squirmed in her mother's arms.

"Hush now," Martha cooed jostling her daughter. "You know you aren't old enough to help Samuel in this body. Soon Wendy that will come to pass."

"But..."

"Worry not," Nimue said lovingly, as she came to her side. "Pandora and I will protect Samuel with everything we have," she said, pulling out her phone. "Isn't that right sister?" Nimue asked, telling everyone that they would be going no matter what.

"I'm already getting the car packed. I should be on my way over to their house in ten minutes," Pandora said, as she packed a cooler full of blood bags. "You and I are just going to have to double up in the casket."

"I can live with that," Nimue nodded. Looking over to Charlotte and Kelly who nodded in understanding.

"Alright I'll see you all in a bit," Pandora said, her 32EE breasts bounced as she rushed around the garage they had stored the hearse in for such trips before the age of private planes. While it wasn't used as often as it once was, her father made sure that it was always in working order. So, she had no fear that it wouldn't start up. It was the oversized casket that had her a little worried. Her hands ran over her mountainous orbs, longing to feel Samuel's touch upon them once again, and also, wondering how Nimue was going to feel pressed against her during the daylight hours. Feeling her mound moistening as she remembered the last time she and Samuel were together. Her back rested against the rear door as the button of her jeans snapped open. Her hand darted down into her pants.

The soft fabric of her thong brushed along the back of her hand as her fingers danced along her labia. Her fangs gleamed in the light as her mouth hung open as she recounted the feel of Samuel's hands, his tongue, that hard cock gliding through her pussy. Whimpering as two fingers slipped into her hot wet canal. Her hips rocked on her fingers as her left hand gently squeezed her left breast. "Oh Samuel," Pandora moaned lightly as her sex coated her fingers. "Yes, mmmhmm, I've missed you so much," she panted, the as the heel of her hand brushed against her clit as she fucked herself on her fingers. "That's it Samuel get that tongue in that hot pussy. Lick up all that hot juice that longs to coat your tongue," Pandora whimpered as she bit down on her lip. Pinching her nipple hard as her cunt clamped down on her fingers. Feeling her cream flooding her canal. Breathing heavily, smirking as she brought her wet fingers to her lips. She couldn't wait to be on top of Samuel once again.

"For the last time Aurore, you can't go!" Ines shouted her voice filling the house as they all had returned to Marie's house to wait for the vampire Pandora. "It's too dangerous!"

"But they're pregnant and they're going!" Aurore shot back.

"They aren't my daughter! And who knows what Samuel is facing," Ines said, her hair flying wildly through the air as she and Aurore argued in the pallor. "Aurore it's just too dangerous for you to go, I'm sorry," she said, wishing she was going too. She had been yearning to take Samuel up those stairs and fuck him in his own home before he was mysteriously whisked away. Feeling her nipples hardening on her 36B breasts as she thought about his rod gliding along her tongue. "Aurore..." Ines' voice stilled as Aurore stormed out of the room.

"Now if anything goes wrong..." Marie began to say as her eyes moved over Charlotte, Kelly, Nimue, and Pandora as they stood in the foyer. "Don't hesitate to call for us, we'll work our magic to aid you the best we can until you get back."

Unaware that Aurore sneaked through the house. Slipping out the side door, silently closing it. "I'm sorry Mom, but Samuel needs me. I just feel it," Aurore whispered to the door before her black hair, her blue high lights glinted in the moon light, as it fluttered in the air as she ran towards the hearse. Her bag thumping against her hip. She had packed in a hurry once they had returned through the doorway. Her 32C breasts bounced in her bra as she climbed into the back. Hoping that they didn't find her until it was too late to turn back. Taking a dry swallow as she lifted up the lid of the oversized casket. The light of the dome light flashed along her emerald green eyes, so deep they shined like the very heart of the gems.

However, as she looked at the silk that covered the inside of the casket nervousness and a tad bit of fear filled her eyes as the light began to fade. "Shit," Aurore hissed as she glanced up seeing the front door to her home beginning to open. Tossing her bag down at the foot of the casket before she quickly climbed in. Hearing bags thumping on the floor beside her. Their muffled voices filled the interior before growing silent as the rear door slammed shut. Feeling the hearse rocking slightly as all four of them slid into the seats. Muttering silently to herself hoping that Samuel would understand. That she had to do this, had to be at his side. She didn't know when she fell asleep. It wasn't until the light of the lights of the parking lot stabbed at her eyes that roused her from her slumber.

"Well now," Pandora mused. She had thought she had smelled something familiar for the past three hours. She should have recognized it immediately given she had tasted the girl's blood on Samuel's cock not too long ago.

"Yeah, she's here," Kelly sighed as she peered over the back of her seat. "Here, your mother wants to speak with you," she said, handing Aurore her phone.

"Aurore! I told you no!" Aurore held the phone away from her ear as her mother screamed at her.

"I'm sorry Mom, but I have to do this," Aurore said, feeling her cheeks heat as Pandora stared at her. "Mom, I promise I'll be safe." Listening to her mother sigh over the line.

"You better! But I can't stop you. I'm just worried baby."

"I know," Aurore said, hanging her head, she didn't want her mother worrying. Yet she had seen how Samuel was taken. She had to assume it was something powerful to pull Samuel across the country. "I promise I'll call every day."

"Good. I expect two calls a day, and lots of texts."

"Yes mother," Aurore said, trying not to smile at the love she heard in her mother's voice.

"Let me speak to Charlotte," Ines ordered.

"Here, Mom wants to talk to you," Aurore said, tapping the corner of the phone against Charlotte's right shoulder.

"Good. Now you can get out of our bed," Pandora said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"Sorry," Aurore said, bashfully.

"As long as you don't bring harm to Samuel, I don't mind you tagging along," Pandora said warmly, as she closed the rear door.

"You got it. I'll keep my eye on her," Charlotte said, sliding into the middle of the seat as the left rear passenger door opened. Patting Aurore's hand as she sat next to her.

Hours before...

"Just what the hell was he?!" Ira groaned. Blowing Gabriella a kiss as he sat on the stone rubble. Seeing her cheeks rapidly heat, feeling himself harden as the sun shone through her robe revealing her small, tight, arousing body to him.

"He's the Herald, or that is what he was once called," Lucifer said, reappearing after she had recovered some during her trip to Hell.

"Wait. I thought..." Michelle said, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword as her sister approached.

"So did I sister. But it seems we all were mistaken."

"Then why Luci? Why bring him here?" Gabriella asked, moving in front of Ira to protect him from her sister.

"Because our sisters -- Ramiel confirmed this when I fought her -- are trying to break Onoskelis's seals," Lucifer said, as the wind tugged at her blonde hair.

"No...!" Michelle, Raphaela, and Gabriella gasped in horror.

"Who's this Onoskelis?!" Ira asked, confused. His hand resting on his chest as he winced from the soreness. "What the hell did he use against me?" he asked himself.

"A being that predates even the pagan gods," Lucifer said, smirking at her sisters anger filled glares.

"Wait. Wait. There're pagan gods?!"

"Yes," Raphaela begrudgingly admitted.

"Okay, what's so special about this Herald dude?" Ira asked. He still couldn't believe he got his ass handed to him. Seeing his grandmother's anger flare as Michelle snuggled up to his body.

"A long time ago Onoskelis tried to destroy or, in her case, eat everything: from time, to reality, to matter and souls. Everything she touched was consumed. If we, her," Michelle's eyes cut to her sister, "and that man's ancestor hadn't stopped her back then we wouldn't be here to this day," Michelle cooed, shooting her sister a coy smirk as her fingers brushed lightly through his hair.

"Okay..." It felt like his heart was falling knowing the challenge they faced.

"That is why I summoned him, and I knew you three would show yourselves," Lucifer huffed. Crossing her arms as her sister was all over her Ira. "Because it seems our sisters have themselves a group of humans doing their work for them. I don't know if they know what they're doing, or if they know they're being used by them to end everything."

"I see, and how are you going to get that man to help?" Raphaela asked, never letting go of her spear. "He did almost injure Ira beyond our help," she said, peering lovingly over her shoulder. Knowing she and her sister would have to stay hidden soon. They couldn't be rushing into battle with what was growing inside of them.

"I... umm... kind of attacked him," Ira admitted as his grandmother looked to him for answers. He felt like an idiot as his grandmother sighed and shook her head.

"First report back to Father. He needs to know what they're up to and that Onoskelis's powers are spilling from her seals," Lucifer said, her body still feeling the sting of her power even if it was restrained. She knew Onoskelis could never be freed. Even sealing her away nearly destroyed everything they were trying to protect. So, she knew they had to race to find these people before they could release that demon. "And we'll see if we can't find him and talk, and I mean talk Ira, to him and explain the threat we all face."

"Very well," Michelle sighed. Knowing her sister was right. Their Father needed to know about this. Her fingertips gently turned Ira's chin towards her. Her eyes smirked seeing her sister's frustration as her lips neared Ira's. Loving how her tongue rolled in his mouth as she kissed the father of her child. Smiling at his glazed eyes as she pulled away. Her cheek twitched as Raphaela shoved her out of the way. Moving to stand before her sister as she felt Lucifer's anger rising as Raphaela had the taste of the man they all had come to grow very fond of. Shooting Lucifer a smirk as Ira held Gabriella, aloft as she kissed him like... She was going to have to talk to her sister about the way she was grinding against Ira as his hands rested on her ass.

"I'll see you later," Gabriella purred getting one last kiss in as her wings unfolded. Her lips slowly pulled away as she hovered in the air. Feeling her cheeks heat as Ira peered up. Spreading her robe and legs wider so he could gaze at her tight mound as they flew back to Heaven.

Ira took a dry swallow, his smile quickly faded at the look on his grandmother's face. He couldn't help it; his eyes just wouldn't look away as her 32FF breasts bounced as she marched towards him. Looking down as her hand wrapped around his shirt, yelping as she pulled him into her. Arching an eyebrow as Lucifer peered to the sky.

"This is how you kiss my Ira," Lucifer growled at her non-present sisters.

Ira simply melted as his grandmother's lips embraced his. His arms moved on their own as they wrapped themselves around her body. Listening to her moan and feeling her nodding as he pulled her closer to him. Feeling her womanly shaped pressing against him as his hands found their way to her ass.

"That's how you're supposed to hold me," Lucifer whispered, feeling her mound throbbing wishing they had the time to soil his bed in her juices. "Come," her hands ran down his arms before taking hold of his hands, "we need to find him before he flees the town."

Ira groaned in exhaustion as he slumped onto his couch. He and his grandmother had flown all over the city looking for him yet, neither he, nor her, could spot him. His head pressed against the back of the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. He so wasn't about to go up and face his grandmother's anger. Turning his head as Missy plopped down beside him.

"So..." Her hand slyly ran up his inner thigh. "How about we take our minds off of things?" Missy purred; her dark brown eyes glinted in her hunger as she neared his groin. Her grandmother had informed her what happened when she went back to get Ira. She knew this would probably be the best time to get Ira to fuck her... or that was the case if their attention wasn't drawn to the howl from the backyard of her cousin's home. Missy bit her lip as her fingertips brushed along his cock as Ira rose from his seat. How she wanted it back deep inside of her. Ever since he had hate fucked her, something she couldn't blame him for as she had earned it, her mind couldn't stop thinking about it. Even her own servants couldn't quench the itch she had for wanting that big, hard, thrusting cock stretching her out like he had done on that desk. Feeling her nipples hardening as her eyes ran down Ira's back as he walked towards the back door. Glad she brought along extra panties given how often Ira made her tight little peach moist. Yet the moment she stepped outside she caught the strangest of scents on the air. Her succubus half rushed to the surface, her mouth watering as she tasted the sexual energies on the air.

"Mor!" Ira shouted as he bounded down the steps as grotesque chains held her in place on her knees. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at the man. "Don't hurt her," he said, seeing the confusion in his eyes.

"She a pet or something?" Samuel asked, wondering why the boy -- or what he appeared as -- would care if he sent the demon back to whatever hole it crawled out of.

"Mor isn't..." Wind whipped past him causing him to flinch.

"Mmm... Hello," Missy purred, her feathers rustled, her tail whipped excitedly behind her. "Just who or what might you be..." Yelping as Ira took hold of her tail and pulled her back behind him.

"As I was saying," Ira said, shooting his cousin a glance. She had no idea how dangerous that guy was. "Mor isn't a pet. She's a friend of sorts," he said, placing a hand on Mor's left shoulder. Looking down as Mor brushed her left cheek against his hand.

"Right..." Samuel drew out the word. "Just what are you?" he asked, his glowing cobalt eyes glanced at the three of them.

"That's... complicated," Ira chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess the easiest way I describe what I am is a Nephilim."

"Just what I need," Samuel muttered, rubbing his forehead and temple knowing the headache this was going to cause.

"So what are you?" Ira asked, taking hold of Missy's right bicep as it looked like she was about to pounce on him.

"Witch, vampire," Samuel said, smirking when the boy younger than he was peered up at the sun.

"But aren't vampires like supposed to burst into flames in the sun?"

"He's a daywalker," Lucifer said, as she stood on the back porch of her daughter's home.

"A what?"

"Not that hard to understand," Samuel said, thrusting his left hand out into the sunlight as he stood in the shadows of the tree.

"I bet Bram Stoker never thought of that," Ira muttered, he didn't miss the smirk Samuel was trying to hide. "So, could you like release whatever it is that you've done to Mor?"

"She isn't going to attack me again, is she?" Samuel asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Mor, do not attack, alright?"

"Yes Ira, Mor will not attack that undead thing," Mor said, her eyes quivered as she stared up at him. His gaze flickered over as Samuel snapped his fingers banishing the chains to the ether.

"Now." Wondering why Missy looked like she was about to cum. "I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier," Ira said, stepping forward, holding out his hand to him. "Ira Roderick."

"Samuel Goodall," he said, shaking Ira's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Ira said, trying to be nice, given that Samuel had just mopped the floor with him. "How exactly did you find us?"

"Tracking spell," Samuel said matter-of-factly, as he pulled a black feather from his back pocket.

"If you're a vampire where's... Damn," Ira muttered as Samuel's fangs descended. "Doesn't that, like, feel weird?"

"You have no idea. I bet those horns are heavy," Samuel retorted.

"A little," Ira said, flashing Samuel a friendly smile.

"Want to tell me why you ripped me away from my family?"

"I can answer that," Lucifer said, walking gracefully down the steps of the porch.

"And just who or what are you?" Samuel asked, gathering his magic should he need it.

"I am Lucifer," she said, her voice was laced with her power. Her golden eyes shimmered. Her pearl white wings unfurled as her halo appeared over her head. "And the reason I have summoned you here, is because we face a threat that dooms us all if we don't stop it in time," Lucifer said, her eyes slyly ran down his body. He certainly was stronger than his predecessor, that was for certain if he could harm her Ira like he had done.

"I see," Samuel said, his eyes narrowing. Wondering if he could...

"She speaks the truth my Herald," Hekatê spoke into his mind. "Onoskelis must be put back to sleep and you are the key in doing so."

"Luci is he..." Ira bit his tongue as it seemed Samuel came back to reality.

"Seems you speak the truth," Samuel said, reluctantly.

"That was fast..."

"Hush, Ira. He was speaking with the one he serves," Lucifer said, in a grandmotherly voice. "I assume the others of that mythos understand what we face?"

"So it seems," Samuel nodded.

"Very good, shall we go in and form a plan of attack?" Lucifer asked, gesturing to her daughter's house.

"You sure she's... you know?" Samuel whispered as he leaned over to Ira.

"Oh, I'm sure," Ira said, trying not to laugh at his grandmother's look.

"I thought she'd be, you know... a dude."

"I am standing right here!" Lucifer huffed, causing her 32FF breasts to bounce as her fist struck her hip.

"But just look at her, you'd never think the devil would have such large..."

"Ira!" Lucifer gasped, mockingly covering her breasts as he lewdly gazed at her orbs. Her heart fluttered as Ira shot her a smirk. "Well, if your done ogling my chest we have a demon to keep sealed," she said, turning on her heel.

"I gotta say, did not think the devil would have..."

"I totally know what you mean," Ira nodded in agreement as they watched his grandmother's ass sway as she climbed the steps.

"He smells like sex," Missy whispered in Ira's ear as their grandmother and Samuel spoke as they stood in her cousin's kitchen.

"Is that why you're like drooling all over me?" Ira asked, looking perplexedly at his cousin as she rubbed her body up and down his arm.

"Mmmhmm." Missy nodded.

"Hey Samuel," Ira called to him interrupting his grandmother.

"Hmm?"

"Were you a vampire before or after you became a witch?" Ira asked, listening to Missy's heavy panting as her fingers clutched to the back of his shirt as she stood behind him. Noticing how she peered over his left shoulder her eyes squarely on Samuel.

"After why?" Samuel asked. This had to be the weirdest thing that ever happened to him. He so didn't think he'd be standing in a kitchen with the devil and two Nephilim with a demon guarding his home when he had gotten home from New Orleans. In some ways he longed for Labo. It seemed less... out there if that could ever happen in his life.

"So what kind of witch were..."

"I'm still a witch," Samuel corrected. Wondering when he came to accept that part of his life. "I'm a sex witch if that's what you're wanting to know," he said, getting back to the conversation with Lucifer so he could return home as quickly as he could.

"So that's why you're acting like a horny slut," Ira said, over his shoulder.

"I want to fuck him," Missy whispered as she rubbed her mound on the corner of the counter.

"Missy." Lucifer's voice snapped her out of her lust-haze. "Fetch me a glass," she ordered. "I'm sure you're hungry or is it thirsty?"

"I don't really see the difference anymore," Samuel shrugged. Eyeing Missy as she set the glass down beside him. "Is she always like this?" he asked, as Missy stood way too close for his comfort.

"Well, she's partly a succubus, and a sex witch with vampiric seduction is very intoxicating for her," Lucifer said, shooting Samuel a friendly smile. Placing her palm over the top of the glass. Materializing type O positive blood into it, "Will that be enough?" she asked, knowing they were going to need him at his strongest.

"It will do," Samuel said, offhandedly. His fangs descended as the purest blood he had ever tasted made his taste buds explode as it touched his tongue. Placing a finger on Missy's forehead pushing her back when she was way too close as he tilted the glass up.

Ira arched an eyebrow as he watching how Missy's legs trembled. He wondered just how intoxicating whatever Samuel was doing to her was, since he felt nothing coming off of his body. Yet given what he was seeing it had to be very arousing for Missy.

"Missy control yourself or leave the room," Lucifer said, sternly.

"But Gran... I just want to..." Missy moaned as her cunt creamed her panties causing her to drop to her knees.

"Ira." Lucifer turned her head to her grandson.

"Right, get the horny Missy out of the room. On it," Ira nodded. Lifting Missy up and dragging her out of the room and into the living room. Smacking her cheek once he had placed her on the couch trying to snap her out of her haze. "Are you, you, now?"

Shaking her head, when she could still smell him. "I won't be until he goes back wherever Gran pulled him from," Missy sighed. She couldn't believe how wet she was, or that she had came from a simple touch. Rubbing her forehead wondering what else he could do.

Ira wondered if Rita, Sue, and Alyda would act the same way if they were face to face with Samuel. If Missy was any indication that was a high probability. He wondered if he was going to have to lock Missy up to keep Samuel from being mauled. "You going to be okay in here?" Ira asked, wanting to get back to the kitchen and listen in on what they were going to do.

"Yeah," Missy whispered, yet her mind raced on what she was going to do. She knew she it wasn't going to go away. She had to do something. A devious smile appeared on her face. Knowing that no one would be able to stop her in the middle of the night. Her grandmother would be keeping Ira busy.

"So... this Ramiel just admits her plans, sounds fishy to me," Samuel said, his eyes glancing to Ira as he walked into the kitchen.

"My sisters aren't known for lying to one us. Mortals sure, another angel, unheard of," Lucifer stated.

"So angels are trying to destroy the world, because they have daddy issues?" Samuel asked, arching an eyebrow.

Ira tried not to laugh. He could learn to like Samuel if he talked so candidly with his grandmother. Then again, if he could toss him about like he was nothing then taking on his grandmother might not be a problem for him.

"Fallen angels," Lucifer corrected. "But yes, they miss home among other things."

Ira watched Samuel rub his forehead, his ears perked when he heard him say: "Just when I thought I could have a quiet life."

"What do you mean?" Ira asked, stepping up to the counter.

"Okay, I might have a handle on the magic, still getting used to being a vampire, and now angels," Samuel sighed shaking his head.

"Hey, I know what you mean. Just a few weeks ago I was just a normal teenager, and now... well you saw what I've become," Ira said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm still trying to get used to all of this, especially you know," slyly nodding at his grandmother, "I'm still overwhelmed that I'm a Nephilim/incubus/human hybrid."

"I see, you just keep away from my sister and aunt, they'll be joining us soon. I won't do anything without them at my side," Samuel said, letting it be known he wasn't moving on that stipulation. Unaware that Nimue, Pandora, and Aurore were tagging along.

"Agreeable," Lucifer nodded. "They can stay here until the threat is gone. It would be better for us if we aren't scattered all over the city."

"So this sister and aunt of yours, are they like you?" Ira asked, trying to create a rapport with Samuel.

"Witches yes, vampires no," Samuel said, plainly. Wondering how long it would take them to arrive. Wondering if they knew he already missed them.

"Would you like another?" Lucifer asked, noticing how he was turning the glass in his hand.

"You know, I thought she'd be more... evil you know what I mean," Samuel said, as he looked over at Ira.

"Oh, I think a lot of people would get that. But Luci has her moments," Ira said, rubbing his grandmother's ass. Flashing her a smirk when her cheeks began to redden as she refilled his glass.

"So, does that make you the antichrist?" Samuel asked, thanking Lucifer with a nod as he took hold of the glass.

"No," shaking his head, "that would be my Mom. I'm just me," Ira said, feeling his grandmother tremble as his middle finger ran along her slit. Watching how Samuel's nose wiggled as he brought the glass to his lips. Noting how his cobalt eyes shimmered as the blood touched his tongue. Jumping when his phone rang in his pocket, his cheeks heating as the Mondo Cozmo's 'Your Motherfucker' ringtone his mother had set rang throughout the kitchen, as Samuel arched an eyebrow at him. Remembering how his eyes couldn't look away from her ass as she danced in his room as it played. The way she slowly pulled up the hem of her tight, form fitting dress as her hips rolled. The way her lips held that smirk of hers as she peered over her shoulder when her bare ass shook before him. The way her breasts bounced as her dancefloor swayed before him filling his nose with the smell of her arousal. "I have to take this," Ira said, walking hurriedly out of the room when he saw it was a video call. He knew his mother couldn't see his grandmother and Samuel there. He had to keep this part of his life hidden from her and Bridgett. "Hi Mom."

"Hey baby!" Cora waved at her son as she stood at the foot of her bed of her hotel room nude due to her shared embrace with her daughter and Vikki. "I wish you had come, you're missing out on all the fun," she said, with a sly smirk as she moved to the side so he could see what was happening on her bed.

"That does..." Taking a dry swallow, his body moving on instinct as he climbed the stairs to his room not seeing Missy peering over the couch. Then to how her grandmother was close on his heels. "Looks like I am missing out on the fun," Ira agreed as he stepped onto the landing of the second floor. Looking down the stairs as Lucifer's human disguise shimmered over her body. His phone shook as his grandmother took him by the hand and led him to his room.

"Come on baby, show mama what's she's missing," Cora said, as Ira entered his room. "Mom! You better save some of Ira for me when we get back!" Cora giggled as she watched how eager her mother was to get Ira's cock out of his pants.

"I don't know sweetheart," Toni said, peering up at Ira's phone. "I just love my grandson's cock, he just might be too exhausted by the time you get home," she said, with a hungry smile as she had snaked his cock free.

"Yes Mom, suck my son's cock," Cora moaned as her free hand began to fondle herself. As she watched her mother's head rocking on Ira's cock. Watching her glide increasing as his rod began to harden. "God, this is so hot. Listen to how wet I am Ira," Cora pleaded as her phone lowered holding it a few inches from her mound as her fingers sped side to side allowing her sex to echo over the line. "How I can't wait for when I get home and ease my son's big, hard cock back into my hot, wet, hungry pussy," she said, her raven hair feathered out on the hotel bed as she laid on her back. Her fingers pinched her nipple at hearing her mother slurping on Ira's cock. How she needed it. While she has had larger cocks than her son's, yet his fit her so perfectly. Feeling her nectar gathering as she watched the show. Turning her head as she felt the bed shifting.

"You go grandma!" Bridgett cried out as she took Ira to the base.

"No fair!" Vikki giggled as her lady's eyes peered up at them as Ira's balls rested on her chin. Her eyes glanced to Bridgett as she wore a sinful smirk as she moved down the bed.

"Bridgett!" Cora gasped as she felt her daughter's tongue moving through her labia. "Oh yes baby! Taste your mother!" she cried out as Bridgett used that experienced tongue on her cunt.

"This is so hot," Vikki cooed as she took Cora's phone from her. Winking at Lucifer telling her that she was free to use her gifts. "Come on Cora eat me," she said, as she hovered over Cora's face. Feeling her hands lightly dancing up her thighs, feeling Cora's hot breath on her pussy as she watched how Lucifer removed her and Ira's clothes with a snap. How she wished she could be there with him. Yet she had given Ira her word that she would keep Cora and Bridgett safe while they were away. After what had happened in that meadow she knew something was brewing. She just hoped Ira would be safe. Moaning in delight as Cora began her slow tease of her mound as her tongue danced along her labia. "Look Ira, see how it's not complete without you here," Vikki said, panning Cora's phone down her body letting him watch as his mother ate her pussy. Smiling when Cora whimpered as she gently pinched her left nipple before giving her 32D breast a gentle squeeze. Panning the phone along Cora's body. Bridgett's eyes glinted as her lips were wrapped around her mother's clit.

"Look at her Ira, she wants it," Bridgett said, lifting off her mother's pussy. Her juices glistening on her chin as she looked into the camera. Seeing how her grandmother was wiggling her ass at him. "Now you get over there and fuck our grandmother and fuck her good," winking at him, "we'll see you in a few days."

"I love you." Vikki mouthed before ending the video call.

Ira's phone bounced on his bed as he stood behind his grandmother. Listening to her light moaning as he spread her ass cheeks apart as he knelt behind her. Feeling her tremble as his tongue ran up her slit.

"Yes Ira," Lucifer panted. Her fingers curled around the sheets as he teased her vulva. "Mmmhmm," she hummed in delight as he pleased her cunt. Feeling her labia parting as his tongue probed her entrance. Squealing into the mattress as she felt his forked tongue writhing deep within her canal. "That's it Ira, taste your grandmother's pussy!" Lucifer loudly moaned as the tip of his tongue brushed against her G-spot. Feeling her nectar overflowing as Ira licked and sucked on her mound so tenderly.

Her angelic light was defused by his bed as she screamed into the mattress. "Get up here and fuck me Ira!" Her left hand smacked her ass. She had so missed this when she was caring for Anael in secret. Missed this connection that she and her grandson shared with one another. She knew Anael was old enough now to look after herself and she always had her eye on her. Plus at this point in time, she was undergoing her slumber where her body would rapidly grow to house her powers without burning out her body. Her golden eye peered over her left shoulder as Ira rose to his feet. Biting her lip as she felt his hands dancing along her skin, gooseflesh raced across her skin as his fingertips trailed up her spine. "Ira!" Lucifer gasped as he thrust into her.​