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Placebo's 'Running Up That Hill' rang out along the sulfur laced sky of Hell as Zophiel's smile lit up the air. Laughing joyously as she peered behind her as Ira kept up with her. Knowing while he no longer held the power of a Seraphim, his body, once tasted, would soon hunger to return to that perfect state. Tucking her six wings in, rolling her body, her hands taking hold of Ira's shoulders plunging them both into an uncontrollable spinning dive. Her 32H breasts pancaked out as she pressed her chest hard against Ira's chest. Her tongue explored the warmth of his mouth while his right hand pressed high on her back while his left took command of her ass. Feeling her angelic nectar gathering awaiting for the time she would feel his lips upon her mound that hasn't been touched in eons.

Giggling mischievously as her wings unfolded, releasing her hold on him. Feeling so naughty at the shocked look in his eyes as he fell the three feet to the desolate stone below him. With a snap of her fingers the meager clothing, in truth, it was only Ira's boxers, vanished from existence. Running her teeth along her lower lip, her bare foot pressing Ira back onto the stone when he tried to lift himself up. "Nah-uh, my li'l Nagdaium', you're right where I want you," Zophiel cooed, the burning light of her hunger shimmered in her eyes. Recounting what Gabriella had taunted, a seductive smile formed on her lips pondering what the child born from the first angel of creation and the first Nagdaium' would be like.

"You did promise you would..." Waving her hand down her body, removing her amethyst and white robe, if you can call two pieces of cloth that barely covered her 32H breasts leaving a very wide 'V' down the middle of her chest down to the top of her mons Venus only to be held taut to her body by a gold chain belt, a robe. Ornate gold shoulder armor sat tightly to her body; matching gold winged bracelets adorned her wrists mirroring her tiara from her body. "Taste this, didn't you Ira?" Zophiel inquired, running her fingers through her platinum thatch of hair along her mons Venus. Her golden eyes ran down his reverse C-shaped horns, the halo that foretold of his angelic side, the burning crown of Hell below it, and his snow-white hair. Drinking in her fill as those gold-ruby eyes gazed up at her. Feeling her cunt throbbing in anticipation of what those lips of his, more importantly what his tongue, would feel like in her angelic peach.

"I did, that's true, so why don't you plant that pussy right here," Ira spoke, his finger tapping his lips. Seeing Zophiel's widening smile when those words left his lips.

"Do you think you can handle the taste of the angel of Fate's pussy?" Zophiel asked, in a wanton purr.

"I'll risk it," Ira said, with a cocky smile. After all the threat to the world was over, his grandmother would get some relief from her punishment as would the other fallen angels, even Zophiel, with the deal he had made with Yahweh. Why not enjoy the delights of what Zophiel was offering him? The back of his head hit the stone when Zophiel's face appeared a hair's breadth from his. His eyes glanced to the right and the left as she planted her hands. Feeling the silkiness of her thighs when they brushed along his hips, the softness of her breast as they pressed into him. Watching how Zophiel dispelled her wings.

"Do you know why I brought you to the deepest part of Hell?" Zophiel asked, rolling her hips forward, rubbing her cunt along Ira's stomach marking him in her scent.

"No... but I'm going to assume you go big bada boom as well?" Ira stated referencing the line from Fifth Element.

"Mmm... more," Zophiel purred in his ear. "Do you like the feel of my pussy Ira? Would you always please it?" Referencing their immortality.

"I might be a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them," Ira said, with a coy smirk.

"Mmm..." Pushing herself up, the light of Hell bathed her body, a sultry smile graced her lips as she rocked her hips, giving Ira a preview of how good she would look when she was riding his cock. Her hands lightly ran along his chest. Knowing he would need help gathering the power needed to stave off her father and his forces as well as Lucifer's. She had long since seen this day coming when she was cast out of Heaven. It was her Fate, as odd as that was. Yet as she fell to the deepest parts of Hell, she had caught a glimpse of something that would keep the two powers in balance. She just didn't know it would be Ira that would be the power player. "Am I beautiful, Ira?" Zophiel asked, in a bashful tone.

"This a trick question?" Ira inquired with a pointed look, knowing if anyone saw her and thought she wasn't then they needed to have their eyes checked. Seeing her blushing cheeks, noting how she reached back behind her feeling her featherlight touch upon his hardening rod. Feeling it growing to her desired length. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when Zophiel ran his stout rod between her ass cheeks.

"So many angels want this, Ira, some far prettier than I..."

"Yet, I don't see any here, just you," Ira cut her off. Running his hands up her stomach, feeling how heavy those orbs of hers were as he cradled them in his hand.

"Will you give me what my sisters have?" Zophiel asked, noting his perplexed look. "A child, Ira, will you give me one?"

"You sure you want to carry my child?"

"Mmmhmm," Zophiel hummed before her image shimmered out of view. Whimpering when she reappeared with her mound a hair's breadth away from Ira's lips. Feeling his hot breath along her heated mound. "Taste me, Ira," she pleaded in need after so many eons of not feeling her father's touch. Ira might not be Yahweh, yet he was the Prince of Heaven even if he couldn't enter that Holy city. Her moans traveled across the hellish landscape at the touch of Ira's lips. Her pounding hand sent cracks along the surface as Ira brought her such bliss. Her angelic light flared out, incinerating any foolish demon in its path. "More, Ira, I need more!" Zophiel begged wiggling her wet dripping cunt before his eyes. Ira was all the more willing to give her what she wanted.

A coy smirk rose the corner of his lips when Ira had her writhing on his tongue. Feeling that angelic mound tightening around it when his forked tongue rolled within her heat. Yet she wasn't the only one getting pleasure, oh no, Zophiel was showing Ira just how she had sucked her father off when it was only her and her mother. Just like all her sisters her mother was cast out given how she was the one that created Lilith the first woman. Like Lilith, Ba'al wouldn't submit to her father, like Lilith wouldn't submit to Adam. Yahweh just didn't like to announce that he had help creating the Heavens that he had usurped from the Pagan gods. And so, as the centuries passed, man slowly forgot that Yahweh, or God, had a wife, the text being constantly rewritten to show that Yahweh was the only one in the Heavens. Zophiel could never understand why mortals would leave out the truth to suit their view of how they came to be.

Zophiel's eyes rolled in the back of her head as Ira's cum flooded her mouth. Staring hungrily at Ira's slick cock when once it left her lips. Licking up its length, hearing Ira's moan of pleasure, just like she wanted to hear. After all, she could no longer return to Heaven, and she was planning never to lose out on this again. Her golden eyes stared down at Ira when she positioned herself over his still hard cock. Something she was grateful to his incubus side for. She would hate to have to wait to finally feel that connection she had lost in her fall. Her three sets of wings unfurled and flared out as she plunged down on that thick root of his. Elation marred her face as Zophiel tossed back her head and moaned loudly in sweet bliss. Feeling all of his fifteen inches in her tight, angelic cunt. Feeling Ira's hands gripping her thighs tightly as her folds squeezed that steel rod. The sounds of her heavy hanging breasts filled the air as they thumped against her ribs as she rocked on that cock of his. Feeling her nectar coating Ira's tool, her hand resting on his chest as she gave everything of herself to him. Feeling her vibration increasing, the spark leaping across the connection that all angels feel when their true orgasms were near.

"Shield your eyes, Ira!" Zophiel screamed out as her angelic light streamed forth from her wings as her ethereal form exploded. Her amethyst gasified form raced across the land destroying everything it touched in her orgasmic eruption in a five hundred mile radius. Absorbing Ira's cum into her essence as it shot into the air in time with her own climax. Her ghostly fingers trailed down Ira's right cheek when her ethereal form gazed down at him. Knowing their daughter would soon be born. "Thank you, Ira," noting how his eyes slyly looked around at the now empty space, "now you know why I brought you here. I am the first angel in creation. My orgasms are more..."

"Explosive," Ira finished for her with a smirk on his lips.

"I hope I haven't frightened you off," Zophiel cooed, her spectral form kept Ira from falling into the crater her orgasm had form.

"Never," Ira stated, feeling his angelic energies on his skin at Zophiel's touch. Knowing he was going to have to have a talk with Yahweh about their orgasms. He knew if the other Seraphim orgasmed like Metatron and Zophiel Atlantis would be a pile of rubble just like when Metatron had taken him back in time to before Yahweh had pulled it below the waves.

"Good. Let's go again!" Zophiel exclaimed when her corporal body reformed.

Ira was flying through the circles of Hell to return to the mortal world after he had filled Zophiel's womb two more times with his cum, looking for a way back without asking his grandmother. He had to learn this on his own. He had to be able to hold his own against both Heaven and Hell now. First things first, he needed another soul. However, Ira sensed something, something old, something on the level of Yahweh, approaching him. Yet he knew what Yahweh's presence felt like, this wasn't even close to it. Before he could make a break from it Ira was engulfed in darkness.

"A gift for you." An unknown female voice spoke. Tilting his head to the side as a signet ring floated before him. It's silvery metal flashed; the dark red ruby pulled at his demonic side as Ira's eyes fell upon the ring. The seal of Solomon was etched along it's jeweled surface. "Take it, you will need it for what is coming. Think of home." With that the cryptic voice departed Ira raced to catch the falling ring before the fires of Hell consumed it.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Ira muttered aloud as he stared at the ring in his hand. "I hope Samuel's back, this is so up his alley," he stated, wondering if he just pictured his home... "Okay, that happened," Ira uttered standing nude in his backyard. Dashing into his house, a warm smile graced his lips as he heard his grandmother moaning in bliss. "They do have a lot to catch up on. I'll let them be, got plans anyway," he said to himself. Being as quiet as he could, he wasn't about to ruin this for her, he was happy that he could relieve some of her pain. She was his grandmother after all, even if she was the Devil, literally. He did love her. Hurriedly dressing, knowing he had to see Samuel today, given his mother, sister, and Vikki would be returning in a day or two. He couldn't be darting around the world while they were here. He had to keep his mother and sister safe no matter what. Slipping back out of the house as quietly as he had entered. Opening his mind, searching for Samuel's presence before disappearing into the ether.

Salem, Goodall residence...

"Ira?! Please tell me the world isn't in danger again?" Kelly bemoaned when she answered the door. "It's only been a few days!"

"No," chuckling, "nothing like that," Ira said, with a friendly smile. His brown eyes ran over her strawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and her welcoming smile. He tried not to ogle her 32B breasts, yet the smell of sex on her was making his incubus rather horny.

"Then what's this about?" Kelly asked, inviting him in.

"Is Samuel around?" Ira asked, feeling his cheeks heat and his cock throbbing when he noted Charlotte sitting on the couch with Wendy in her lap. Remembering the masterful blowjob she had given him after the battle with Onoskelis and her minions. His head shot up as Maria howled in joy. "Yes, Samuel! Fucking cum in me!" Ira's forked tongue flickered out feasting on the sex in the air. "Well, that answers that question," Ira stated, causing the three women to giggle.

"Maybe we can help you until Samuel is done sating Maria's hunger," Charlotte purred in a teasing light. Her raven hair brushed along her 36D breasts while her brown eyes held an amused light in them at Ira's bashfulness.

"You never told me what you were anyway," Wendy said, speaking up.

"Nagdaium'," Ira stated matter-of-factly, taking the seat Kelly had offered.

"What's that?" Wendy asked, confused.

"An angel/demon/human hybrid."

"O-okay, but what sort of demon?" Wendy inquired; her curiosity pegged.

"Incubus."

"A sex demon?" Wendy gasped, a wide smile on her face. "No wonder you can't keep your eyes off my daughter and sister."

"What?! They're hot, I'm not going to apologize for that," Ira retorted matching Wendy's smile.

"So, you feed on sex like we do?" To this Ira nodded. "What else can you do?"

"You really want to know?" Ira asked, feeling his cheeks heating having this conversation with Samuel's mother who nodded. "I can increase my size," his eyes darted down to his groin, "to whatever length my partner at the time likes."

"Really?!" Kelly perked at that news. "Say if I wanted to ride a twelve inch cock, right now, you could do that?"

"Obviously," Ira glanced down as his cock automatically grew in his pants. Glancing up at Kelly's whistle as her eyes noted its outline.

"I hope you aren't looking to replace me; I'd be hurt." Samuel's voice was carried on the air before he appeared in the room.

"Never, Sammy," Kelly cooed, blowing him a kiss. "I love your cock, there's nothing like it."

"Glad to hear it," Samuel teased, walking behind the couch. His glowing cobalt, magic infused, blue eyes fell on Ira as the two most powerful entities on Earth stared at one another. "So... not whisking me away this time, huh?"

"No, no dire warnings, no killing evil angels, I simply dropped in to see if I could woo Kelly and Charlotte away from you," Ira jested. The smirk on Samuel's lips told him he was welcomed to try. "What happened to you after the battle I came by but you weren't even on Earth?" he asked, watching Samuel walking around the couch.

"Had to pay my debt," Samuel said, ominously.

"Nothing too life threatening I hope," Ira said, noticing the rings he had were gone from his fingers.

"Depends on what you would call life threatening," Samuel said, remembering how Hekatê would have suffocated him with her thighs, when she locked her legs around his head, if he wasn't already one of the undead.

"Right," Ira drew out the word. "So not even going to ask."

"Best you don't," Charlotte said, sternly.

"So, what brings you here, Ira? I thought after the battle we wouldn't see each other again," Samuel spoke peering at him.

"Well, I would like to be friends, you know, we didn't go through all that and not form some kind of bond," Ira said, rubbing the back of his head. Hoping that he could come to rely on Samuel for this supernatural weirdness that has become his life as of late. Given that Samuel has far, far more experience than he has. "But that's not why I'm here."

"Oh, not here to get my sister and aunt between the sheets?" Samuel asked, teasingly. Smirking as both of them shot him that look he knows all too well.

"Nope, not this time, don't worry ladies, I'll whisk you away," Ira flirted, winking at them.

"Oh, I like him," Wendy giggled.

"I'm wondering if you know what this is?" Ira asked, pulling out the ring. Instantly noting how Kelly's, Charlotte's, and Wendy's eyes widened when he held it out to Samuel.

"Sammy, isn't that..." Kelly's voice grew still sensing the magic dwelling in the ring.
"Yeah, so it appears," Samuel agreed when he plucked the ring from Ira's hand. "Who gave this to you?" he asked, pointedly.

"Don't know," Ira admitted with a shrug seeing their looks of disbelief. "Hey, some strange female voice just came out of nowhere and was like here have this and poof," making the gesture with his hands, "so what is it?"

"The Seal of Solomon, or the ring of Solomon," Samuel stated, "whichever name you want to give it."

"Like the dude from the Bible?" Ira groaned, running his hand down his face when Samuel nodded.

"There has to be a reason this was given to you," Samuel said, dropping the ring back into Ira's hand.

"The voice did say something was coming," Ira muttered. "Not something like before, think something in my wheelhouse," he said with uncertainty, when they peered at him.

"But you don't know if you have the strength for it," Samuel added.

"Yeah, I'm just not used to the idea of making deals with people. Seems so... evil," Ira stated seeing those arching eyebrows on Kelly's and Charlotte's faces.

"Yet, you're a demon," Kelly said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Quarter demon," Ira corrected.

"Huh? How can you be only a quarter demon?"

"I was born Nephilim, let's just say someone I know thought turning me into an incubus would keep me safe not realizing it would awaken my angelic half. Hence you get me," Ira said, gesturing to himself.

"So if this person didn't turn you..." Charlotte rolled her hand for clarification.

"I would be living out a normal human life right about now and not chatting with Yahweh, angels, demons, this cold, hurtful vampire here," Ira said, pointing his thumb at Samuel. Smiling wickedly at Samuel when his family giggled along.

"Well, since you proclaim to woo my sister and aunt away, you wouldn't mind me taking a crack at your mother and sister would you," Samuel retorted his sex magic along with his vampiric seduction powers shimmered along his eyes.

Ira noted the sultry looks in Kelly's and Charlotte's eyes as they gazed at Samuel. His incubus powers were strong, yet even they couldn't beat out those two powers combined. "I don't know Samuel, sis is a lesbian and Mom... well, you might get her, but you don't have the size she likes," Ira said, with a cocky smirk.

"We'll see..."

"No you won't," Wendy huffed crossing her little arms. "You have enough women, Samuel; you needn't get into a dicking contest with your friend."

"Man, she is your mother," Ira laughed noting how Samuel looked away from her stern gaze. "You sure you're this all powerful witch?" he teased. Earning Samuel another tantalizing round of giggles from the three across from him. "Man, I needed a good laugh," Ira sighed.

"I bet," Samuel nodded in understanding. "Come on, let's take a walk," Samuel said, getting to his feet.

"Sammy?"

"Don't worry, I'm staying in town, no cosmic wanderings I promise," Samuel said, smiling lovingly down at his mother.

"You better not, you always bring back trouble," Wendy said, with Kelly and Charlotte nodding along.

"Remember, we're leaving for Greece tomorrow, so you better be back before night fall, I want snuggles before we leave," Kelly said, in that stern sisterly voice he's known all his life.

"Yes, sis, no fighting monsters, no traversing dimensions," Samuel said, blowing his sister and aunt a kiss when he led Ira out the door.

"Sam, where are we going?" Ira asked, as they walked down the streets of Samuel's hometown.

"Somewhere I think would be of help to you," Samuel said, offhandedly.

"Nice town," Ira stated noting the odd looks Samuel was getting from what appeared to be mainly tourist.

"It is when it isn't filled with people coming around to soak in the horror of what happened in this town," Samuel said, darkly.

"Yeah, I get that," Ira nodded, sensing the evil that had been inflicted upon the town so long ago. It wasn't hard, he was part demon after all. "So, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Samuel nodded.

"Did you ever go to college?" Ira asked, not letting on that Samuel cast no reflection in the store's windows as they passed them.

"Once upon a time, before all this," Samuel said, gesturing to his appearance.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, just not the guy the school roomed me with," Samuel said, factually. "Why do you ask?"

"Well... wondering if I should go, you know," Ira mused, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "Given... you know," he uttered his eyes turning gold-ruby as he smirked.

"Yeah, totally understand," Samuel nodded. "You think I could go to college looking like this?" he asked, his smirk revealed the tip of his left fang.

"I don't know man, I know some chicks back home that if you just mention you're a vamp, they'll hump you quicker than a snowfall in July," Ira joked.

"Yeah, I'd rather not die thank you," Samuel muttered.

"I think you got it worse than I do. At least mine don't live with me," causing the both of them to chuckle at that, "so where are we going?" Ira asked, while he was happy to have the distraction. Yet what that mysterious voice said still had him worried.

"Put the ring on," Samuel instructed. "Whatever reason you were given that it had to be for a purpose. So always wear it until whatever it is you're facing is over, then, well you can do with it however, you want. As to where we're going, getting you a soul," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Huh?"

"You need power right?"

"Yeah... but I'm not taking anyone living unless they really, really deserve it," Ira stated sternly, seeing Samuel casting him a look. Remembering when Gabriella had asked him to take the four souls of the two women and their sons, that had been using some drug, non-violently raping men, women and possibly children for at least twenty years.

"I... see, good thing she's already dead then," Samuel said, leading Ira towards the ruins of the building that once housed the coven he had destroyed. Seeing Ira's eyes moving over the site, like he was watching the events unfolding before his eyes. Which was probably correct given what Ira was. A cruel smile formed on his lips as his undead eyes watched Eva's ghost wondering around the charred remains. "There," Samuel pointed out to her.

"Her?" Ira asked, watching how the woman was in an infinite loop replaying the moments that led up to her death.

"Yeah, she would be the one."

"You're not very friendly are you?" Ira teased. "What happened to those sparkling vampires I've heard about?" Biting his lip at Samuel's groan.

"Please, please don't start," Samuel said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"But it's so fun," Ira teased. "So what did she do?"

"Plotted with the man who killed my mother, and one of the ones who were going to kill me, or try," Samuel said, factually.

"So you don't...?"

"No, wouldn't have brought you here if I did."

"Thanks, it will help," Ira stated seeing Samuel nod in understanding.

"As long as you don't bring whatever it is to my doorstep," Samuel said, with a coy smirk.

"But then however will I get to see that hot aunt and sister of yours," Ira chuckled as he morphed into his twelve foot tall Nagdaium' form. Casting out his hand summoning the woman's soul to him. The moment it touched his palm all her sins were clear to him. His twenty foot wings unfurled as he made the soul his own. Noting how Samuel shielded his eyes as he took to the air. Knowing he was going to need room and he didn't want to damage the buildings around him. Just like before, before the battle with Onoskelis, the wind howled as the air currents encircled Ira. His gold-ruby eyes shimmered in his raw power when he tapped into the cosmic flow. The pain he had experienced before wasn't there, it seemed his body was eager to return to its former state as a Seraphim. His bonfire colored eyes glowed as he crossed over that threshold. Although, it was a tad weird having three sets of wings, at least to Ira's mind.

"Dude, clothes," Samuel stated looking away when Ira landed returning to his human form.

"Sorry, about that," Ira said, red faced.

"So, you good?"

"For now, I need six more, but I'll figure that out myself," Ira spoke, his angelic sight noting how all three energies were now one as he peered at the palm of his right hand. "Thanks, Samuel," he said, holding out his hand to him. "Maybe I can drop in sometime, we can hang out on the beach or something. Atlantis is nice this time of year, or so I hear," Ira said, with a smirking taunt at Samuel's confused look as he faded from reality.

How he hated being here yet, she did have more experience in choosing souls than he did. Blowing out a breath, reaching up and knocking on the door of his uncle's home.

"Ira?!" Joseph stammered in shock. Knowing this wasn't the boy who showed up on his doorstep over a week ago. Taking a dry swallow trying to control his trembling body, fear welled up in his heart at the power he felt coming off of Ira. "W-w-what are you doing here?"

"Is Missy around?" Ira asked, eager to ask his question and leave as fast as he could.

"Yes, she just got back from her classes, shall I get her?" Joseph asked, knowing, if his nephew wanted, Ira could end him with just a flick of his finger. "Come in," he gestured stepping away from the door. "Wait here, I'll get her for you," Joseph said weakly, seeing Ira nod before heading off to his daughter's room. "Honey?!" he whispered, his voice carrying his urgency as he knocked.

"What? Dad, I'm studying?!"

"Ira is here, he wants to see you," Joseph said, feeling how sweaty his palms were. He's never felt like this, not unless he was standing in front of his mother. Something he tried to avoid at all cost. He was not expecting to hear the sound of his daughter's feet rushing towards the door.

"What do you mean; Ira's here?" Missy asked, her blonde hair askew, her nipples stood proudly against her shirt that showed off her 32A breasts.

"He's in the foyer, please, whatever you do, don't piss him off," Joseph warned in a hushed tone before he fled to the stairs to sneak out of his house should Ira and Missy get into it.

"Coward," Missy spat, when her father ran off like a dog with its tail between its legs. Quickly fixing her hair, looking down at the mini skirt she had worn to tease the college boys in the off chance they would catch a peak of her panties. "Boys, make yourselves scarce," she ordered to her horde of pretty boys. "Don't come back for two hours," Missy directed kicking her skirt off to the side noting how her newest servant was hesitant to follow the others. "Now, Jason!" she barked causing the boy to jump as her eyes shimmered in her combined powers.

Ira arched an eyebrow as he barely managed to move out of the way as Missy's swarm of pretty boys fled her home. Turning his head, his eyes ran down her form, arching an eyebrow noting how she was only wearing a black thong and a blue t-shirt.

"Oh. Fuck me!" Missy gasped in fright. "No wonder Dad was hellbent on fleeing the house," she muttered to herself. "Hello, Ira," Missy greeted trying to keep her voice steady. "What brings you here?" Growing fearful at that wicked smirk on her cousin's lips.

"If I didn't know better, Missy, I would say your father and you were afraid of me," Ira stated, watching her eyes widening as his once gold-ruby eyes now held a bonfire color within them announcing he was now among the Throne order of angels.

"Nonsense," waving him off, "whatever gave you that idea?" Missy uttered, hoping he bought her bluff.

"Then," watching her slight tremble as he brought his hand up and materialized his sword into existence, "how about a little sparring?" Ira spoke, the blue flames crawled along the blade of his sword as he stared down its length.

"I-I'm busy, Ira, if your just here to fuck with me, I got homework to do," Missy said, knowing if she crossed blades with him again, she knew she would be dead.

"What I thought," Ira taunted before dispelling his blade. "Relax, I was only teasing you," he said, seeing her still on edge. "Did you think I came here to kill you?"

"I don't know Ira, y-y-you've changed, a lot!" Missy said, she could barely read Ira's powers at the beginning of the Onoskelis crisis. Now her cousin was on a whole different level, one she could never hope to achieve given how half of her was mostly human, unlike Ira.

"I need to ask you something," Ira said, brushing his thumb along the ring of Solomon as he slid his hands into his pockets to show his cousin he wasn't there to fight with her.

"O-okay," blowing out a mental breath, "knowledge comes with a price, Ira, are you willing to pay?" Missy asked, as her horns sprouted along the side of her head, her tail swishing lazily behind her as she cocked out her right hip.

"And what do you want in exchange?" Ira inquired, crossing his arms.

"I want you," Missy answered with a seductive smile.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, don't play dumb, Ira. Why did you think I sent my boys away?" Missy uttered, blatantly running her eyes down her cousin's body.

"I don't know, you got some weird sex machine you want to try out in the shape of a horse," Ira taunted, loving how she was fuming at that.

"The only thing hung like a horse that I've ever fucked is you! You asshole!" Missy shouted.

"Yeah, you did love cumming all over my cock, didn't you?" Ira asked, watching how her face was getting redder by the second.

"So?! What if..." Looking away bashfully, "I liked it?" Missy asked, in a small, cute voice.

"So, what I'm taking from this exchange is I fuck you, you tell me what I want to know?" Ira asked, rather enjoying putting his cousin in this embarrassed state.

"Yes, Ira, I'm a demon too, we just don't give out things without a price," Missy stated, feeling how her body was heating, the feel of her mound quivering in excitement, to how her nipples ached recounting how rough he was with her in the morgue. "So, do you agree?" she asked, slyly glancing over at him.

"First, you tell me what I want to know, then I'll fuck you rough like you seem to enjoy," Ira spoke, with a sinful smile. Smelling her succubus energies on the air as her arousal rose.

"You know our deals are sealed with a kiss, right?" Ira tilted his head wondering why Missy got all shy-like all of the sudden.

"Really? Why haven't I heard about this?"

"Do you go around making deals a lot?" Missy retorted.

"Touché."

"So... come on." Puckering her lips eagerly awaiting to feel his on them as she closed her eyes. Her heart raced at the touch of his hands on her shoulders. "A real kiss Ira, not that peck!" Missy uttered annoyed. Hearing his exasperated sigh before he kissed her like he meant it. Her nostrils flared; her lips hungrily tore at his as her forked tongue rolled in his mouth. "Mmmhmm," she moaned into his mouth as Ira pressed her mons Venus against that hard bulge of his. Squealing in surprise when Ira spanked her left ass cheek hard. "I want this, Ira," Missy purred in lust as her hand stroked his covered ten inch rod that had nearly broken her little pussy. "I want to paint it in my pussy cream, please, Ira," she begged, not enjoying the wicked smile on his lips.

"First my answers, then I'll fuck you."

"Mmm..." Her eyes ran down his body, a devilish grin appeared on her lips when she snapped her fingers removing his clothing from his body. "What? If I'm going to answer your questions I want to at least look at it. Now, come." Taking hold of Ira's hand and leading him to her room. Biting her lip watching that cock bounce with every step Ira took. "Take a seat, Ira." Pointing to the raised platform that was lined with an overstuffed cushion that ran the length and width of the platform that served as her bed. Lifting her shirt over her head, displaying her breasts to her cousin's view, wiggling her hips as she pushed her damp panties to the floor.

"You had to get undressed to answer my questions?" Ira asked, shaking his head.

"Why not?" Missy shot back; her face filled his view as she sank to her knees between his. "It's not like we aren't going to fuck afterwards," she stated with a coy smile. "Now, what is it that you want to ask?" Humming as her fingers lightly played along Ira's length.

"How do you choose your servants?"

"Is that all?" Missy giggled, "You should've asked for something more... rewarding, Ira." Seeing his arched eyebrow, "You could have bargained for my ass."

"Yeah, don't have the time to break that hole in. So back to my question," Ira uttered, trying not to let on how good Missy's mouth felt when her forked tongue wrapped around his shaft like Alyda had done.
The wet suction of her lips resounded in her room as Missy eased off the head of his cock. "I just choose whomever, I'm not picky Ira. But they do have to look pretty," Missy stated with a shrug.

"So that's it, that's all you do, you just say oh, he's cute and wham! Servant?!"

"Mmmhmm. So I've answered your question. Time to uphold your end of the deal," Missy said, with a wide smile. The sound of her saliva was carried on the air as she rose when her hand continued to stroke her cousin off. Her blonde hair whipped through the air; her knees compressed the cushion as she straddled Ira's lap. A libidinous moan filled her room as she sank down on her cousin's hard rod. "It's so fucking big!" she groaned out in a wail of bliss as his girth stretched her out unlike any of her servants could do.

"Get off of her!" Jason growled barging into the room.

Missy's legs were in the air swaying away as she screamed out in joy with every thrust of Ira's cock as it plunged into her hot, dripping pussy. Missy was so deep in her euphoria that her mind couldn't hear that Darryl had disobeyed her order and returned after he had slipped away from the others.

"I said get off of..." Jason was flung backwards into the wall as Ira's bonfire colored eye peered over his hand.

"Don't interfere, mortal," Ira growled demonically.

"You were told to stay away," Missy hissed glaring at him in disappointment, "now as your punishment you get to watch as a bigger cock fucks me. Let this be a lesson to you, otherwise your service to me will come to an end. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your lover; I am a demon! Your Mistress! The one who holds your soul, you serve me, not the other way... Fuck, Ira!" Missy howled as Ira pounded her good and hard. She knew he had probably bruised her cervix; she didn't care! She fucking loved every minute of it. "That's it pound that cock into me!" she squealed in delight, thrusting her pussy upwards in time with his own to get every inch of his rod in her hot, wet, creamy pussy for as long as she could stand it. Her hands took hold of his arms, her mouth hung agape in a silent wail as Ira's cum flooded her womb, willing herself not to get pregnant. She wasn't ready for that, maybe in a couple hundred years, but not today. After all, she was immortal. "See," lightly kissing Ira's lips, "you don't have to like me to fuck me, Ira. I think you like hate fucking me, just as much as I enjoy it," Missy said, in a sweet tone. Feeling her cousin shrinking inside of her before he rolled over to the right of her. "So, Ira," rolling to her side, ignoring Darryl still imprisoned on the wall, "why the question? Are you having difficulty in choosing a servant?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Something like that," Ira admitted.

"I bet it's your angelic side that's interfering with your demon side," Missy said, flashing him a smile when those eyes of his glanced at her. "It was the same for me. Yet it must be done, no? Otherwise you won't get stronger, that is what you're after aren't you?" Giggling when she heard that sigh of his. "It's okay to admit I'm right Ira, no shame in that," she cooed flashing him a teasing smile. Looking over her shoulder when Ira reappeared across her room.

"I'm so not even going to dignify that with an answer," Ira stated snapping his fingers willing his clothes back into existence.

"I take it your leaving then? Shame, we could have so much more fun now that the world isn't in danger any longer, hero," Missy teased, smirking when Ira rolled his eyes. "Is Samuel still around?"

"No," Ira said, taking delight in her sorrow.

"Not cool, leaving a girl high and dry like this," Missy huffed crossing her arms.

"Well, I got things to do," Ira waved before heading back home.

"Now, for you," Missy said darkly, as her horns sprouted from the sides of her head. Watching how Jason fell to his knees as Ira's power over his body vanished. "For your next punishment in disobeying my command you get to eat Ira's cum from my pussy, and you'll like it!"

The moment Ira reappeared back in his home; his grandmother threw her arms around him. Planting wet kisses along his face, her golden eyes stared lovingly at her grandchild. "I know what you did for me and my sisters Ira, you don't know how proud I am of you," Lucifer stated before passionately embracing Ira.

"Daddy!" Anael pouted standing shyly off to the side. "I want a kiss, too!" Scurrying quickly over to him when Ira held out his arm to her. "Will you teach me how to kiss like you two do?" she asked, snuggling up to the both of them.

"Sure," Ira said, after a few seconds to get how weird it was to have a full grown daughter that he just kissed when he was only eighteen out of his mind. "Hold that thought," he muttered as his cellphone rang in his pocket. "Mom?!"

"Hey baby! Did you miss us?!" Cora asked, in a light, loving, motherly voice. "I know I missed you."

"Yeah, grandma has been beating me," Ira joked, flashing Lucifer a smile as she playfully slapped his chest. Not realizing his hand was lightly rubbing along Anael's back.

"Well, I'll just have to have a talk with her when I get back in the morning, won't I?"

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded against the phone. "Wait. I thought your flight didn't leave until the day after tomorrow or something like that?"

"Nope! I've been gone too long from my baby's side. Mama needs a good dicking!"

"Oh? None of those porno studs caught your eye?"

"Not like you do, Ira. You know your cock fits me so well," Cora said, in a dreamy voice. "Bridgett and Vikki missed you too. Do you want to say hey?"​