Part 13.2
"You always do make the most cutest of noises," Ira said, feeling his cock growing to the fifteen inches that she so loved.
"Yes Ira, fuck yes!" Lucifer howled as her grandson filled her to the brim. Just like her father used to do before her fall from grace. Her 32FF breasts swayed with each thrust of his hips. Feeling his balls slapping her clit as her fingers curled into fists. Panting as he held on to her hips. Her nectar coating his rod with every plunge of his cock. Feeling the tip of his crown closing the connection of their two spirts. "Fuck me harder Ira!" Lucifer growled. She needed to repay him for leaving his side for so long, and she had to admit her pussy loved his cock. "Mmmhmm," she hummed as her ass bounced against his hips. "That's it play with my tits while you fuck me," Lucifer purred as Ira's hands took hold of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered; her canal quaked as her giant orbs rolled in his hands. How she loved the feeling!
"Damn, Luci, what's gotten into you?" Ira asked, while not turned off by her words. It was just that she never spoke like that when they were fucking. Sure she spoke dirty just not so forceful.
"What?!" A seductive smirk graced her lips as she peered back at him. Watching how his muscles quivered as she thrust herself backwards onto that hard cock of his. Enjoying how her cunt was wrapped around Ira's cock. Loved how her hot juices resounded in his room as he buried that thick root deep inside of her where it always belonged. "I thought after a week of not fucking me you'd be up for some dirty talk," Lucifer teased. "You like grandma's pussy, don't you Ira? It's so much better than my sisters isn't it?" Her mouth hung open; her breath stilled as she felt the sting of his hand on her ass. How it made her folds squeeze down on Ira's cock. "Ira!" she gasped in surprise as he took hold of her hair and snatched her head back. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Lucifer's voice stuttered as Ira pounded his cock into her. "That's it! That's what I like!" Elation flooded her eyes as she felt it coming. Something she has felt only four times since her fall. Her true orgasm!
Her periwinkle ethereal form exploded outwards. Filling Ira's bedroom as her gassy form condensed into her humanoid form. The light of her angelic essence sparked and flared along her vaporous form. The tips of her fingers skimmed along his jaw. A devious smirk raised the corner of her mouth as a hungry look filled her eyes. Her incorporeal hands rested on his chest, blowing him a kiss before giving Ira a shove flinging him onto the bed. The pink hue of her skin rushed along her body as she crawled towards him. Letting those eyes of his watch as she dripped down onto his cock.
"My grandson hasn't cum yet," her voice was filled with her lust as her hands trailed up Ira's slick cock, "and I know the perfect place where it should rest," Lucifer said, smiling lovingly down at Ira.
"I would hope so," Ira said, with a smirk. His hands ran up his grandmother's stomach as she sank down his pole.
"That's what I like to hear," Lucifer purred as her hands ran up Ira's chest as she leaned forward. Passionately kissing her grandson as she glided along his cock. Eager to feel his cum flooding her pussy, and to please the man that had brought pleasure to her body and mind. "That's it baby, dump that hot cum inside of me," Lucifer panted as Ira's hips hammered his cock upwards into her cunt. Feeling how it was swelling as it flew through her folds. Her lips covered his as he moaned into her mouth as his hot seed shot forth.
Minutes before down on the first floor...
Missy smiled wickedly as she watched the two of them disappear down the upstairs hall. Knowing they'd be busy for some time. Jumping from the couch, pulling off her shirt, her bra went flying, her slender hips wiggled as she pushed her tight shorts down. Her muscles trembled as her soaked panties pulled away from her hot mound. She wasn't about to be the only one not being fucked. Missy stood nude in the doorway to the kitchen, her hand rested on the doorframe as she watched how his finger moved along the screen of his phone. "Hey." Was the only warning Samuel had before Missy launched herself at him. Listening to how his phone skidded along the island counter, barely stopping in time before it fell over the edge. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Samuel's waist. Her arms were hooked around his neck, her brown eyes gradually turned to gold as she stared into his glowing eyes. Her 32A breasts teased his chest as her hips rocked back and forth brushing her mound against his body.
"Fuck me," Missy said in a wanton whisper. "Wouldn't it feel good being inside of me?"
"T-that might be..."
"Then why don't you use that magic on me and show me what a sex witch can do," Missy purred. Her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip. A sneaky smile formed on her lips as her tail teased his manhood. Urging it to awaken and to come and play with her. "Trust me my pussy isn't like anything you have ever felt before," Missy said, before she sent her tongue into his mouth. Tasting the lingering blood on his tongue. Nodding against him as she felt his hands on her ass. Moaning as his fingertips brushed lightly along her labia. "Mmmhmm. That's it feel how wet that little pussy is," she said, her voice stuttering as her clit brushed against Samuel's stomach.
Her black wings unfurled and wrapped around Samuel's body. A mischievous smirk graced her lips as Samuel's eyes darted left then right before they disappeared from the kitchen. Samuel huffed as he bounced on his back once he landed on the bed. His head looked around wondering where he was, and how she had done that. He felt no magic. It was just one moment he was standing in Ira's kitchen the next he was in a bedroom. His head shot down as he felt his clothes disappearing.
Turning his head when he heard: "Yes Ira, fuck yes!" Samuel still couldn't wrap his head around how he just appeared in a bedroom without the use of magic. He had a suspicion Ira was like him, in the fucking of family members that is.
"You shouldn't worry about them," Missy purred drawing Samuel's gaze. Her sultry golden eyes gazed into his as she crawled along the bed. Her blonde hair swayed as her small firm breasts shone in the lamp light. Her fingers trailed up Samuel's thighs as she neared that mound of semi-hard flesh. Smirking around his cock as she heard his, "Oh shit!"
"Oh, you haven't felt anything yet," Missy said lustfully, as her hand ran up Samuel's slick eight-inch cock. Her eyes glinted as her forked tongue wrapped around his rod. Watching how the light shone along his fangs as Samuel was unable to say a word. While he wasn't like Ira in his ability to morph his cock, Samuel's wasn't something to scoff at either. At least to her his cock tasted so much sweeter. Her hand ran up his chest as her cheeks sucked in as she bobbed on his rod. She so wanted to know what a sex witch turned vampire tasted like as he exploded on her tongue. Her eyes flickered to the right as she noticed how his nails elongated. Her finger brushed against something... "What's this?" Missy asked once his cock left her lips.
"A reminder of how I once was human," Samuel said laying his hand over hers, referring to the bullet wound one of Labo's men had given him when she thought to kill him. He was eternally grateful that Nimue had saved his life. Yet he still yearned for his former, normal life. He wondered if that would ever pass or would he always long for the days where he would study into the late nights in his former dorm room. Where the world seem simpler to him.
"I see, I'm sorry if I..." Missy said apologetically, feeling how his cock moved between her breasts coating her skin in her saliva. Even in her intoxicated mind she could smell the other women in his life on him. She just hoped he was enjoying this as much as she was and maybe they would keep letting her have a taste while he was in town. Samuel was just to addicting to her. She didn't know if that was a bad thing or not. "How about we get back..." Her lips curved seductively as she brought his cock back to her lips.
After a few minutes of her masterful technique, her eyes flew wide. Her powers swelled and swirled in her golden-ruby eyes as the first rope of his cum flew across her tongue. She didn't know if it was because he was a witch, a vampire, or both, yet even Ira's cum didn't taste this powerful. Oh how it made her mouth water, her eyes glaze over, her mound quake as it sat on that pink muscle. She needed more! She had to have more! Missy couldn't wait to feel it surging into her womb. There was no telling how good it would feel when it did.
"Now." Quickly crawling up the bed, situating her body just so, so she could feel just what he could do. "Let's see what you can do with this hot, tight, wet pussy of mine," Missy said, grinning madly as she patted her mons venus.
"You sure you can handle it?" Samuel asked, arching an eyebrow. "It can be... pretty intense," he said, remembering how Nimue reacted by a simple touch of his power. He wasn't about to be kicked through a wall.
"Mmmhmm. Now lay that witchy magic that you do, on me," Missy nodded. Her eyes shot to the open door, peering down the hallway as she heard her grandmother moaning loudly.
"Alright. I did warn you," Samuel said, watching her eyes as he gathered up the remnants of his seed from the tip of his cock.
"What are you..." Missy sucked in a huge breath as his finger left her skin. "Oh... Fuck!" Missy howled like a banshee as her hips lifted off the bed. F-f-f-f-f-fuck!" Her voice stuttered as her hot nectar gushed out her like never before. "What the fuck," she muttered a little put off by that smirk of his. "Was this what he meant by intense?" Missy asked herself. The threads of the sheets strained as she already felt another orgasm building and he hadn't done a thing to her other than... Then it dawned on her, it had to be that strange design he painted on her with his cum.
"Hmm... I wonder if this will work with your kind..." Missy sucked in a breath hard as Samuel ran his finger up her drenched labia gathering up her dew on his fingertip. "Seems it will." His words were like a whisper in her ears as her blood pounded in them. It was like her whole body was set to overdrive and anything could set her off. It was one of the most intense orgasms she's ever had that included when her father took her virginity and awakened her to this kind of life. She had thought he was talking about how her body was on fire just ready to erupt into a conflagration, yet as she peered through her eyelashes that wasn't the case as she saw a strange blue glow just below his navel before it faded away and his cock was back to full mast. Something she knew couldn't happen so fast, at least for all the normal men she knew. "Now shall we begin?" Samuel asked, a devilish light played along his glowing cobalt eyes as his hands rested gently on Missy's thighs.
"You mean...?!" Missy asked, taking a dry swallow staring down her body as Samuel shook his head.
"Oh no, I was just setting the stage the real fun begins now," Samuel smirked, revealing the tip of his left fang.
"Fuck, fuck... Fuck me!" Missy screamed out in bliss as her womb detonated. "Shit! Shit! Mmmhmm." Her eyes fluttered; her tongue curled out touching the top of her cupids bow. Her chest heaved; her stomach rolled due to the sheer elation that her wet peach was sending up through her body as Samuel gently licked up her labia. Her nails scraped along his scalp as her hips lifted off the bed as his lips gently plucked at her clitoris. "Just what the fuck are you!" Missy loudly moaned as her cunt leaked like mad as he inserted two fingers into her overheated mound.
"I'm the Herald of Hekatê," Samuel said matter-of-factly, as his magic shimmered in his eyes as he peered over her sex. "I did tell you this would happen, shall I stop?" Arching an eyebrow as Missy sat up quickly. Her hands took hold of the sides of his face bringing it to her eyelevel.
"You better fucking not!" Missy growled, her eyes running down Samuel's face as she noted how good it looked coated in her juices. "Me and my pussy can handle anything you throw at us," she said, with determination. However, after what she had just felt she began to doubt that she could. Not that she was complaining. She rather enjoyed the three orgasms he had given her without even touching her. Missy began to ponder if Samuel could teach one of her servants this magic, because if he could then she would never leave her home. Leaning forward, her tongue flickered out tasting her sweetness on his lips before her tongue darted into Samuel's mouth.
Passionately rolling, twisting it around his, allowing the tip of her tongue to tease his fangs as they kissed. Her left hand reached down; her fingers lightly wrapped around his cock. Giving it a gentle tug as she explored the surprising warmth of his mouth. Her eyes cut back to Ira's room as he heard them still going at it. Her right hand rested on the back of Samuel's neck pulling him slowly on top of her. There was no more need for foreplay, she was already ready for this long before now; and she didn't want to pass out do to the sheer bliss that has been flooding her body without feeling his cock deep inside of her. Missy softly whimpered as his crown moved through her labia, biting her lip as his head pressed against the entrance to her garden.
Missy so wasn't prepared for what came next. It felt like a bolt of lightning raced up her spine as Samuel sent his cock deep into her love pocket. Feeling her folds instantly clamping around Samuel's cock. Her nails dragged along his back grateful that he gave her time to truly enjoy the sensations that he was giving her. "Now move those hips and fuck... Yes! Oh shit! Pound that cock into me," Missy howled in a demonic growl. "I'm going to cum! God damn!" she hissed in pleasure as she housed his entire length in her canal. Her back arched as Samuel fondled her right breast while she felt his balls slapping against her ass. "Mmmhmm. Fuck me harder!" Missy moaned. She wasn't about to be out done by them.
"Well..." Lucifer stood in the doorway of her daughter's old bedroom after having watched Missy riding Samuel for the past ten minutes. Her eyes followed Missy's body as she fell onto the bed in exhaustion. Seeing Samuel's cum oozing out of her slit as her body twitched uncontrollably. "Hopefully, that will get it out of her system," Lucifer said, her golden eyes ran down Samuel's body. Making note of the bullet wound in the center of his chest.
"You mind doing that thing and making my clothes reappear?" Samuel asked, as he sat up.
"Ah. Not used to not knowing how our ways work compared to the magic you use," Lucifer said, flashing Samuel a smile. Snapping her fingers bringing his clothes back into existence, watching them land on his lap.
"Something like that," Samuel admitted. "I need you to get me somethings," he said, as his shirt slid down his chest.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Lucifer asked, arching an eyebrow.
"A few spell components that I'll need," Samuel said matter-of-factly.
"Whatever for?!"
"If my family is going to be staying here until this event is settled then I won't have them relying on just your protection," Samuel said sternly. His glowing eyes shimmered in the well of magic, that hadn't left his mind since he brought Lola and her family into his growing coven, as he zipped up his pants.
"I see... tell me what you need, and I shall have it brought here." Lucifer nodded once Samuel listed off the ingredients that he would need. A smile touched her face when she recognized the type of spell he would be using. It was always nice to see that the old ways were still being used instead of that new age thing that claims to be witchcraft. "Do what you need to, to prepare the area, I'll be back," Lucifer said, over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. Her image shimmered as she disappeared. Plus she needed to check on Anael. She could feel her daughter's power growing as she slumbered safely within her circle. She just hoped she could keep Anael out of this fight. Lucifer didn't want to lose her so soon.
The next night...
"What are you doing?!" Mor hissed as she peered at the undead thing that had invaded her mate's home.
"Preparing the ground for the warding," Samuel said offhandedly, as he walked around the property line.
"Warding?! Mor knows many wards. Wards are bad," Mor nodded as she crossed her arms. "Mor thinks you should stop."
"I think not," Samuel said, glancing over at the demon.
"You will stop, or Mor will make you stop," Mor growled a warning as her demonic powers flared in her eyes. "You might have stopped Mor before, but Mor will be using all of her powers."
"That's enough Mor," Lucifer commanded as her feet glided along the cool grass. "I'm sure Samuel can modify the ward to allow you entrance, isn't that right?"
"Yeah, but are you sure you want her..."
"Mor will always protect Mor's mate!" Mor hissed as her nails morphed into talons, her needle-like teeth were bare as she poised herself to attack Samuel if he thought to exclude her.
"See?! Mor is very dependable," Lucifer said lovingly, as she stroked the back of Mor's head.
"For a demon, you mean?"
"These are dangerous times we are living in," Lucifer said, the back of her fingers brushed along Mor's left cheek. "One cannot over look what help we get. Onoskelis threatens us all."
"Very well," Samuel sighed, "hold out your hand," he said, taking the ingredients from Lucifer as Mor reluctantly held out her left hand. "I'm assuming that you already have wards in place against others of your kind?" Samuel asked, as he crushed the rat skull to powder in his hand. Stripping the leaves off the stem of the wormwood stalk. An unearthly hiss escaped his lips as he cut open the palm of his left hand. Waving his hand in a counterclockwise circle over the bowl...
"Wait!" Came a call from the sky. Gabriella's heavenly light trailed after her as the clouds parted. "Let me in sister!" Gabriella grumbled as she circled around Ira's home.
"Why?!" Lucifer called back.
"Because father has sent me..." Samuel's eyes darted to and fro as strange golden glyphs appeared in the air all around him. Watching how Lucifer's arm moved through the air as she altered the glyphs to allow Gabriella entrance.
"So you're him," Gabriella said pointedly, as her eyes cut to Samuel.
"And you are?"
"Archangel Gabriella," Gabriella said, doing a little curtsy. "My father sends this message: Aid the Herald, and you," her eyes cut to her sister, "and when the time comes Heaven will stand with you to keep Onoskelis in her chains."
Samuel peered over his shoulder as Mor hid behind him. Thinking either he was stronger or that Gabriella could kill him for her, at least that's the impression that Samuel got. Wondering how much weirder this day could get.
"Samuel, can you finish on your own?" Lucifer asked, knowing she was going to have to talk to Gabriella alone.
"Yeah, of course I can," Samuel said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the devil.
"Then I'll leave you to it," Lucifer nodded to him before leading her sister to her daughter's home.
"So undead..."
"Samuel," he corrected.
"S-S-Samuel..." Tilting her head wondering why it felt so odd on her tongue. "Mor held out her hand, yet you did nothing!" Mor huffed.
"Was about to until..."
"That winged pest came and intruded on Mor's mates dwelling," Mor said, nodding in agreement that it was a very unpleasant thing to happen.
"Right," drawing out the word, "this shouldn't hurt... do demon's even feel pain?" Samuel asked, jabbing his sharp fingernail into the pad of Mor's finger.
"Of course, we do! Its such a wonderful feeling!" Mor giggled wickedly as she watched her black blood well up. "Especially when Ira makes his cock all nice and big for Mor. Mor plunges down on it impaling myself on it. It pokes out around here," Mor said, her smile touching her ears as she patted her stomach. Watching a droplet of her blood falling into the bowl before his hand left hers. Her black soulless eyes glanced to her finger then to Samuel's lips as he muttered under his breath. Shoving her finger into his mouth, "Doesn't demon blood taste good Samuel?" Mor giggled at his shocked eyes. "It's good isn't it?! It makes vampires strong!" Samuel couldn't deny that fact.
He did feel the strength in her blood fortifying his body like nothing he felt when he drank human blood. "See?! Mor is right," Mor nodded. "Maybe Mor will let you drink from her body." Lifting up her shirt displaying her 36B breasts to him. "No! Mor's mate might not like that." Quickly covering herself... "But maybe... Ira would like to watch..." Growing to like the idea of Ira watching her as the vampire fed on her. Maybe even while Ira was fucking her. Humming as she shadowed Samuel's every move as he walked around the property. Watching the red smoke drifting over the rim of the bowl before falling to the ground hanging just inches above it unphased by the wind of her hand passing through it. Licking the palm of her hand wondering if she could taste anything, but she couldn't. Turning her head as she heard the back door opening. Leaving Samuel's shadow as her legs carried her over to Ira as he stood on the porch.
"Ira!" Mor purred brushing her cheek against his as she hugged him tightly.
"Mor calm down," Ira huffed as her hands were all over him.
"Does Mor's mate not enjoy Mor's body pressed against his?" Mor pouted.
"I didn't say that Mor," Ira said, feeling her wiggle as he patted her ass. "Just that we have a guest, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"Awe... Mor's mate loves Mor," Mor sighed dreamily.
"So what is he doing anyway?" Ira asked, as Samuel walked along the back fence.
"A spell to ward this place," Mor said, resting her head against his chest. "Ira?"
"Yeah?"
"You may touch Mor if you like. Mor's body is always open for you," Mor said, snuggling closer to Ira as her black eyes watched as Samuel walked down the left side of the fence. Constantly muttering under his breath, his hand slowly waved over the bowl to spread the smoke along the ground.
"Sam..."
"Shh, don't distract him," Mor hissed softly.
Ira had seen some very strange things since he was first turned into an incubus, then when his Nephilim powers fully came in. He still couldn't believe that magic existed or vampires for that matter. What's next the wolfman?! Shaking his head at that thought he knew what was lurking out there wouldn't stop until it destroyed everything. Ira had to admit he was a little scared. He's never been in a battle before not where the fate of the world hung in the balance. Yet it seemed to him Samuel just took it in stride like the thought of facing off against Onoskelis, a being that even his grandmother feared, didn't scare the ever-loving shit out of him like it did to him. Then there was the vast difference in their strengths. He knew he had to get stronger. Had to learn to use the souls that were already in his possession.
Nonetheless, that too scared him to no end, he might put on a brave face and all that. The thought of controlling, of handling that kind of power like Samuel could do... His brown eyes slowly changed, his left wing unfurled covering Mor as lightning leaped off of Samuel's body as his feet slowly lifted off the ground. "No wonder he kicked my ass," Ira muttered to himself as the elements seemed to heed Samuel's call. "The dude just does it so naturally." Glancing down as Mor gently played with his feathers before his right wing came around on instinct as Samuel's magical power just poured off his body. The hairs on his body began to stand on end as Samuel's voice thundered, those glowing eyes of his flared as red arcs of energy crawled between his outstretched fingers. His head swiveled as a light red shell rose around his house before it faded from view once it was complete.
"So... was that the ward?" Ira asked, as Samuel's feet touched the ground.
"Yes," Samuel said, plainly.
"How long will it last?"
"Until I leave this place, I'll take it down before I go," Samuel said, feeling his hunger rising.
"Do you have to?" Ira asked, wondering if it would protect his mother and sister given that he knew, even if they won this fight, there would be more enemies coming out of the woodwork, in a manner of speaking. "It protects the house and those within it, right?"
"To put it plainly, yes?" Samuel said, perplexed at why he wanted to keep it up.
"Could you leave it up?"
"Why?"
"If you say it does what its supposed to do, I just want to make sure my Mom and sister are protected. I can't be around all the time and given what my life's become lately..."
"Oh...?!" Samuel's gaze softened as Ira walked down the steps of the porch. "I get wanting to protect your Mom," he nodded. Hoping that his own mother was safe if not royally pissed off.
"So then will you..." Ira looked down his body as his phone rang like crazy. "Sorry," he whispered to Samuel who nodded in understanding. "Hello?"
"Ira?! What's going on over there?!" Alyda's agitated voice came over the line.
"We felt something strange happening at your place," Sue cut in.
"And we were worried something happened to you! Since you never called us," Rita pouted.
"Umm..." Ira scratched his chin he had totally forgotten to call them last night. He was too exhausted after everything that had happened. Feeling his cheeks heat as Samuel chuckled. Ira wondered how good Samuel's ears were. "I sort of got a houseguest."
"Houseguest! Why haven't you offered for us to stay?!" All three of them shouted into the phone.
"You got heightened hearing don't you?" Ira asked, as Samuel bit his lip as he fought back his chuckle.
"Ira! Who are you talking too?!"
"The houseguest I just told you about," Ira said, feeling their frustration growing over the phone.
"Ira, son, you're supposed to tell your mother these things." Alyda's voice was sweet yet stern. "Now I'm going to have to punish my naughty boy for making his family worry like this."
"We'll be there in a half an hour, we're going to check on this houseguest of yours," Rita said, in a stern older sisterly voice.
"About that..." Knowing the house wasn't suited to entertain just yet. He was sure his grandmother didn't want anyone to see how she and Gabriella were going at it on the living room floor. "How about we meet up at the club say in ten minutes?"
"Very well, you better be there Ira! Or so help me I will come and find you!" Sue shouted over the line.
"And I thought I had women problems," Samuel chuckled lightly.
"Just you wait," Ira said, with a coy smile. Suspecting that the three of them were going to act just like Missy was earlier if not more so when they laid eyes on him. "I think you might like what you see."
"Mor is going to go on ahead and inform them to allow him entrance," Mor said, her eyes glanced over at Samuel.
"Alright," Ira nodded. His eyes flickering over at her as she placed a kiss on his cheek. It was sweet and soft, something he didn't think she had in her.
"So how are we going to get there, drive?" Samuel asked, watching how Mor disappeared into the shadows.
"This might be weird for you," Ira said, stepping up to Samuel. Watching how those eyes of his looked at his suspiciously as his wings encased his body. Disappearing as the wind blew across the lawn gently bending the blades of grass over.
"Okay... just how the hell do you people do that?" Samuel asked, as he looked around the parking lot. "And why are we at a mall?"
"You mean teleport... hard to explain..." Ira scratched his head trying to word it in a way that Samuel could understand. Hell. He barely understood it himself, he just knew he could do it, not how it all worked. "It's sort of like reordering creation to move us from point to point," Ira said, putting it the best way he could. "As for the mall, well the club is under it."
"So... this mall is a hellmouth?" Samuel asked, shooting Ira a look.
"Pretty much," Ira nodded. "Come on, the mall will be closing soon, so we'll have to use the back entrance," Ira said, nodding towards the secondary entrance.
"And just how do you get down there in the first place?"
"There's a secret passage in the gothic store that leads to an elevator," Ira said smirking, as they walked around the corner of the mall.
"Ira!" A shout came roaring in as Sue and Rita swooped past Samuel lifting Ira off the ground. "Why didn't you call us! We've missed you so much!" They said in unison as they rubbed their cheeks against his.
"Well now." Alyda's sultry voice drifted on the air as she hovered in the air. "It's been some time since I've seen a vampire," Alyda cooed, yet she knew he was far different from all the others of his kind she had meet before.
"Ira?! Is she a friend of yours?" Samuel called up to him as his eyes ran up Alyda's body. Taking note of her light purple skin, the way her tail swayed behind her, to the movement of her wings as they caused her 42DD breasts to bounce. His eyes had no problem following her movements as her body hovered in front of him.
"Pray tell, what are you? You aren't just a vampire are you?" Alyda purred her face an inch away from his. "No vampire I have ever met ever smelt this delicious."
Sue's fingers walked along Samuel's shoulders before her nose brushed along his hair. Her breath was hot in his ear as she became intoxicated in Samuel's scent. Rita lightly set Ira down on the ground before she pinned Samuel's body between the three of them.
"Ira?!" Samuel said nervously, as Alyda, Sue, and Rite cooed, touched, and nibbled on his body.
"What did you expect Samuel," Ira chuckled. "Maybe he just played the strong type when he was just like me and was just as shy and insecure when everyone around us is counting on us," he thought to himself as he watched how Samuel tried to break free without touching either one of them. "They are succubi and you are a sex witch."
"What's a sex witch?" Sue asked, looking back at Ira.
"I don't know," Ira said, shrugging. "It's just what he is other than a vampire."
"Have you ever..." Rita began to say only to watch as her mother french kissed Samuel.
"How about you stick this deep inside of my tight pussy," Alyda purred as her hand rubbed Samuel's groin.
"Fine," Rita huffed. She wanted the first taste. Smiling, knowing that her mother and Sue would be too preoccupied to stop her from having her way with Ira, and to her that was what truly mattered. "Did you miss me Ira?" Rita purred into his ear as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Of course, I did. Just a lot has been going on," Ira said, smirking at Rita as she gasped as he squeezed her ass.
"Rita?! We're heading to the club, come along," Alyda said, looping her arm around Samuel's right. Smiling seductively at him as she rested it between her breasts. "So tell me... Samuel, was it? Just what brought you to our little town?" Alyda asked, her hips swaying as she and Sue lead him to the old subway entrance that sat off the in the far corner of the mall's property.
"Kind of brought here against my will," Samuel said, slyly glancing over at Ira.
"Ira? What does he mean by that?" Sue asked, her cheeks heating as her sister stuck her tongue out at her when she took the opportunity while she and her mother were drunk on the enticing smell that drifted off of Samuel's body.
"You remember that day in the meadow?" Ira asked, looking past Rita.
"Where we find you in the presence of angels and our lady? Something you haven't truly explained to us as to why angels would be there in the first place," Alyda said, wagging her finger at Ira.
"Well... I kind of felt him," Ira said, nodding towards Samuel.
"Do what?" Samuel asked, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, that was Labo, not me, the event you saw on tv yeah that was me," he said, once Ira had related the events that lead to them all gathering in some meadow.
"And what caused you to go off like that?" Ira asked, knowing how strange his grandmother had acted when she first saw it.
"Destroying Labo and her little trio of voodoo followers," Samuel said, matter-of-factly.
"So is that like the first time you've killed someone?" Ira asked, wondering if he could cross that line.
"No."
"I see," Ira said, taking a dry swallow as he saw the seriousness in his eyes before they descended the stairs down to the abandoned subway station.
"Mor is pleased to see Mor's mate again," Mor giggled wickedly behind the metal door as she peered through the slot. "I see you brought them as well, very good, very good," she said, as she unlocked the door. "Please enter... Ira you might want to keep your friend away from the others," Mor said, waving to how Sue and Alyda were clinging onto Samuel.
"Good idea Mor," Ira nodded, "don't want to start a stampede."
"Mor is always happy to help her Prince," Mor beamed as she closed the door.
"Prince?" Six eyes looked at him for answers, answers he wasn't about to reveal just yet.
"Come on Samuel, I'll show you where we can hide away until grandma and... her guest gets done," Ira said, waving to Samuel as he climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"So a dance club for demons, who knew," Samuel joked as Mor ushered them in once she had cleared out those that were cluttering the VIP room.
"Mor will stand guard," Mor said, nodding her head in determination.
"It's something ain't it," Ira agreed.
"Ira! You are going to tell us right this second what the hell is going on!" Alyda said sternly. She had known Mor for numerous of years, and she had never seen that demon take to anyone like she was with Ira.
"Alyda, you will watch your tone when you speak to Mor's mate in such a manner," Mor said, sticking her head into the room before returning to her post. Alyda looked shocked as the curtain fluttered.
"So, do you have someone?" Sue asked sweetly, as she lowered herself down beside Samuel.
"Depends on how you define someone," Samuel said, offhandedly.
"Do you say, have a girlfriend?" Sue asked, as her hand ran up the inside of Samuel's thigh.
"Wives actually," Samuel stated.
"Oh? Would they mind if we have a taste? We've never had a vampire before," Sue purred feeling his heat on the palm of her hand as she rubbed his bulge.
"Well, Ira, care to explain?" Alyda huffed, all the while she slyly watched how her daughter's tongue rolled into Samuel's mouth.
"I can't," Ira sighed. Knowing if they knew the truth about him they would be put into too much danger, and he didn't want them to hate him for what he was born as.
"Ira, whatever it is, you know we would never judge you," Rita said, her arm rested along Ira's shoulders as her chin rested on his right. "Just think about it, I know it has to be big if you're keeping it hidden from everyone."
"Okay, let's move past that for a moment, tell me Ira why was it necessary to bring Samuel here?" Alyda asked, crossing her arms below her breasts.
"From what I've been told. Long ago there was this being, older than you know who," Ira said, pointed to the ceiling. "who was so strong it took Heaven, Hell, and his ancestor," nodding to Samuel, "to stop her, and now it seems an unknown number of fallen angels are trying to free Onoskelis so she would continue what she had started eons ago."
"And you have the power to stand with those two forces?" Alyda asked, skeptically.
"When or if the need arises," Samuel nodded. In truth he had no idea how he was going to do that.
"Seek out Gaia or Nyx they will help you. They're old enough to remember time before time," Hekatê spoke into his mind.
"Is he...?"
"Yeah, he's fine just give him a few," Ira said, when Samuel had that far off look. "So does whomever you serve always talk to you in such a manner?" he asked, when Samuel came to.
"Sometimes," Samuel admitted.
"Boys do you want to talk shop, or do you want to watch three gorgeous ladies dance for you?" Alyda asked, cocking out her shapely hip. Her lush lips curved into an alluring smile. While she might not understand what was going on. She did know it weighed heavily on their minds, so much so that they dared not speak of it. "Rita if you would do the honors. Let us see if we can't take these strapping young men's minds off their trouble."
"Certainly," Rita nodded as her finger ran down the songs on the old timey jukebox retrofitted to run off of streaming music. "This should be perfect!" she said, as she selected The 69 Eyes 'Blackbird pie.'
"Boys why don't you scoot to the middle," Alyda said, as her hips began to shake.
"Are they always like this?" Samuel whispered to Ira as they watched the three women began their slow rhythmic belly dance.
"Mmmhmm," Ira hummed unable to take his eyes off of them. However, their respite didn't last long as Ira and Samuel looked at each other as they both sensed something. "I feel two up above, what about you?" Ira asked, wishing they had held off so he could enjoy the dance a little more.
"Magic, a lot of it," Samuel said, darkly.
"Should we try and escape?" Ira asked, feeling his hands beginning to tremble.
"No," Samuel said, shaking his head. "We face it head on," he said, rising to his feet.
"But..."
"Ira, what's going on?" Alyda asked, as Sue rushed to cut off the music.
"Our enemy has shown themselves," Samuel said, coldly. "And I mean to put them in their graves," he said, a murderous light flashed along his cobalt eyes.
"Mor likes him, he seems to know when it's time to kill," Mor giggled as Samuel moved past her.
"The sooner they die, the sooner I can go home, back to the life you dragged me from," Samuel said, over his shoulder.
"It's too quiet," Sue whispered as she, Rita, and her mother clustered together.
"That's what they want you to believe," Samuel said, pulling out a cigarette from the pack. His cobalt eyes shimmered as a spark leapt from his fingertip. Drawing in a puff, the smoke drifting along its luminescent surface.
"What do you mean?" Ira asked, stepping up to his side. Wondering how Samuel could make puffing on a cigarette look so...
"Watch," Samuel muttered, blowing the smoke into his hand enhancing it with his own magic before casting it out around them.
"Holy shit!" Ira cursed as bodies, too many to count, ran towards them.
"Kill the Herald!" Came a cry from above. "Ignore the demon spawns, they are meaningless in the long run."
"Demon spawn!" Ira growled angrily.
"Ira!" Alyda, Sue, and Rita gasped as they finally saw the real him.
"Sorry," Ira said, peering over his shoulder. The light of his halo glinted off his reverse C-shaped horns. "Mor get them out of here, we'll hold them off long enough for you all to escape."
"Who said anything about fleeing," Samuel said, hearing Ozzy Osbourn's 'Under the Graveyard' drawing closer knowing they had arrived. "You deal with those two, we'll handle the rest," he said, a wicked smile formed on his lips. Red lightning flew down from the sky striking the first rank dead. "You dare challenge the Herald of Hekatê!" Drawing the spilt blood to him, sending the hardened spikes into the chests of those foolish mortals. "Go!" Samuel growled at Ira to take flight. "Come foolish mortals and know that your deaths will only make me stronger!" he taunted gathering his magic around him.
"Go Ira, you're the only one here who can face an angel," Alyda nodded, plunging her hand into the dimensional pocket she had created long ago. Her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the demonic sword she once wielded. Its hellish flames flickering along the edges of its red blade. "Worry not, we'll watch Samuel's back," Alyda said, feeling the evil power of the sword fortifying her body. "Mor?! I think it's time to show them what demon spawn can really do."
"Gladly..." Mor's attention was diverted as she felt something crossing over...
Meanwhile halfway across the city...
"So this is the human world?" Ardat Lili muttered, her black eyes gazed out onto the human city her father ruled from. The pole of her halberd rested against her shoulder; her blond hair fluttered in the breeze. She couldn't get used to being stuck in this small body, she couldn't understand how her mother could continually walk this plane in such a small form.
"Colder than I expected it to be," Aswang grumbled as her bat-like wings shivered in the wind.
"Worry not sisters." Her brown, gold etched, boot rested on the lip of the edge of the tallest building. Her chainmail skirt lightly swayed, her fingers tightened on the hilt of her sword, which she'd modeled after her parents. The lights of the city played along the polished leather breastplate. Her 36C breasts swelled as she drew in the air. Her nerves were on fire when she smelt her father's power. Her four black wings unfurled, lightning arcing between each feather, her golden-ruby eyes shimmered in her angelic power. Her snow-white hair floated in the wind as she felt the stirrings of battle. "You'll get used to it. Now come! Our Father needs us!" Anael commanded, determined to allow no one to lay a hand on him.
