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"Sure, put them on." Seeing Anael nod when Lucifer held her finger against her lips.

"Ira!" Bridgett and Vikki squealed in unison as their voices came over the line. "We miss you! We can't wait to come home!"

"Hello, sis, Vikki, how's Vegas?" Ira asked, eager for some normalcy in his life. He also noted how his grandmother stared at the ring on his right ring finger yet didn't say a word while he was on the phone.

"Hot. But it would have been better if you came with," Bridgett said, in a bashful tone, with Vikki humming an 'Mmmhmm'.

"That so?"

"Yes, baby, this week we've been so horny. You know no man gets us off like you do, Ira," Cora cut in.

"I'm surprised you all didn't have men coming and going," Ira said, chuckling when all three shouted 'Ira!' "So when are you getting in?"

"Early, don't worry, honey, you sleep in, we'll be getting in very early. I want to surprise you," Cora said in a sultry tone.

"We," Bridgett corrected.

"I see, I see, missed me, huh?" Ira mused with a smile on his face.

"You know we did, Ira," Vikki spoke, "you should see how hard their nipples are and the drooling."

"Vikki!" Bridgett gasped.

"You know you want that cock," Vikki teased.

"You don't have to tell him," Bridgett stammered.

"Baby, when we get home and after our little reunion, can we talk just the two of us?" Cora asked, in this lovey-dovey voice.

"Sure, Mom, so is that before or after I make you squeal," Ira teased.

"Ira!" He heard the want and lust in his mother's voice when that word left her lips in a hungry whisper. Noting how Anael was looking at him he knew she wanted to say something, yet remained silent. However, his eyes shot down when her hand softly rubbed his groin. Arching an eyebrow when Anael flashed him that wicked smirk of hers. Shooting his grandmother a look when she was egging Anael on. Biting his lip as Anael's lips wrapped around his soft member. Seeing the mischievousness in Lucifer's eyes when her hands were on the back of Anael's head, providing the proper movement to teach Anael how to do it right. "You promise you will, right?"

"Sure, squirting first thing in the morning is on the to-do list," Ira said, sinfully. Arching an eyebrow at his grandmother when she used her powers to remove his clothes. Biting the inside of his cheek as Anael's head rocked on his pole. Oddly, she hadn't increased it to some abnormal size he was used to supporting given his numerous sexual encounters with supernatural beings. His hand ran along her snow-white hair. Her squeal was muffled by his cock in her mouth when he took hold of her left horn.

"Ira? What was that noise?" Bridgett cut in.

Ira stared down at his daughter as her eyes fluttered as his fingertips lightly danced along her horn. Watching how her right hand was between her legs playing with herself while he slowly thrusted his cock into her mouth. "Oh, just keeping grandma entertained to keep the beatings to a minimum," Ira stated, grinning widely at Lucifer when she rolled her eyes. He wasn't about to tell them his first born was currently sucking his dick while he was on the phone with them. Ira really didn't think that would go over to well with his mother.

"You better save enough for your confused sister," Bridgett pouted over the phone.

"Always, sis," Ira stated, his forked tongue flickering out tasting Anael's sex on the air. Those blood-red eyes of hers staring up at him showing her bliss within their depths at the fact she could please her father. Those eyes begging him to watch as she touched herself. To watch her as she came just for him. Then the sheer elation on Anael's face when he unleashed his load into her awaiting mouth. His eyes following Anael as she scurried to his bed, pointing her ass at him, letting Ira watch as she played with her virgin mound. Then glancing back down when his grandmother ran the pad of her finger along the meatus of his crown.

"Okay, Ira, we're going to get off of here, we have a long drive back; we'll be home soon. I love you, Ira."

"Love you, too, Mom, and you, sis," a devilish grin formed on his face when Vikki produced a little whine at being left out, "you, too, Vikki," Ira said, before hanging up his phone. "Huh, guess they really couldn't wait to come home, if they're going to drive for fifteen hours in one day," he said to himself. Lightly kissing his grandmother as she stepped up to him. Pressing those 32FF breasts of hers into his chest.

"Please, Daddy, please taste me like you do Mom," Anael pleaded, her need for release was evident in the tone of her voice.

"You better take care of our daughter, Ira. Don't be like my father in leaving his children wanting for his touch," Lucifer cooed, her fingertips trailed along Ira's jaw as she walked to his bed. Her hand lightly moved along her daughter's back as she sat on the back of her legs beside Anael. Smiling warmly at her grandson, waiting for him to fulfil his duties as the new scion.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Anael moaned out as Ira ran his tongue up her moist little peach. Panting heavily into the covers, reaching between her legs, her fingers gently stroking the underside of his chin just so she could touch her father while he gave her the ultimate pleasure. Her body shuddered, her groan was loud as it filled his room and house once Ira rolled his forked tongue within her hot little mound. Her eyes flew wide, a sensation she's never felt before bubbled within the core of her heat when Ira's tongue licked and rolled along a little rough patch within her hot, molten, honey pot she never knew existed. "Daddy!" Anael cried out as the biggest orgasm she's ever had thundered through her body.

"Did that feel good, baby?" Lucifer asked, smiling down motherly at her daughter.

"Mmmhmm," Anael hummed, her body quaking, sucking on her lower lip at the pleasure that was flooding her body at that moment.

"Do you want to go further?" Lucifer asked, a proud smile formed on her lips at her daughter's nod.

"Well, Ira, do you feel like taking your daughter's virginity?" Lucifer asked, seeing his brown eyes peering at her from over Anael's ass.

"Wait. Is that possible?" Ira asked, perplexed.

"It is," Lucifer nodded, "Anael is, after all, one-eighth human. So, Ira, why don't you make our daughter into a woman." A loving light played along her golden eyes as Ira rose to his full humanoid height.

"No wonder you tasted so sweet," Ira mused, running his hand along his daughter's ass.

"Thank you, Daddy, I want you to be pleased with me," Anael said, peering out of the corner of her right eye at him while her left side of her face rested against his mattress.

"It might hurt a little bit honey, but I'm here," Lucifer stated, affectionally brushing her daughter's hair from her cheek.

"You know, for the Devil, you're awful sweet, Luci," Ira teased, seeing his grandmother's cheeks heat as he ran the head of his rod through his daughter's labia.

"I'm still an angel, Ira, I might have fallen from grace, but I haven't forgotten how to show mercy to my family who stands with me," Lucifer stated, holding out her hand to him, and taking Anael's so they all could be connected in this act. Feeling her daughter's grip tightening, to how she bit her lip, the way her eyes quivered in pain as Ira broke her hymen. Noting how Ira was going slow, to ease their daughter into accepting his rod. She knew why she didn't morph his cock to anything longer than six inches. Subconsciously, Anael must have known her first time would be painful, or as painful as it can be, for one of her kind. Noticing her gold ichor dripping onto the bed, the sign of Anael's immortality. It wasn't long before her daughter started to lightly moan. Knowing her mind must be racing at what being with her father was like as compared to what she herself had experienced with her fingers. Arching an eyebrow when her daughter buried her face into the mattress and squealed in her angelic voice as she came.

"Please, Daddy, more, I want more," Anael panted in want.

"More what?"

"Please, make it bigger, I'm ready," Anael stated in determination to please her father like everyone else had done.

"You sure?" Ira asked, unsure if that was a wise call.

"Mmmhmm, I'm your first born, I can take it," Anael uttered sternly. "Father!" she howled in bliss once Ira increased his length to eight inches and added two more inches to his girth. "Please, Daddy, don't take it out. You're fucking me so good!" Anael pleaded.

"Remember, honey, when he cums you need to will yourself not to get pregnant," Lucifer said, in a motherly voice seeing Anael nod in understanding.

"Daddy!" Anael squealed, her lower legs kicked, drumming on his bed, when Ira reached around and gently rubbed her clit. Releasing a demonic wail as her core detonated, sending her cream surging down her canal, painting her father's cock in her orgasmic juices. "I feel it!" she exclaimed in joy as Ira's hot cum struck the back of her womb.

Ira rested in his reading chair, noting how Anael had this satisfied smile on her lips as her head rested on Lucifer's lap while her knees were bent close to her stomach. Her eyes never leaving him as his cum oozed out of her once virgin cunt. Watching how his grandmother gently stroked Anael's hair as she peered down at her like he has seen all his life before he had become what he was.

"Ira?" He knew this was coming ever since she had seen the ring.

"Hmm?"

"Where did you get it?" Lucifer asked, her golden eyes glanced up at him.

"I don't know."

"That ring just doesn't appear out of nowhere Ira, who gave it to you? Was it my sisters?" Lucifer inquired, her tone turning hard.

"Honestly, I have no clue who gave it to me," Ira said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Huh?!" Lucifer was very perplexed at that moment. The ring was buried with Solomon when he died, in a tomb beneath his mines warded against angels and demons so neither could claim the ring as their own. "Explain."

"After me and Zophiel were done doing," pointing to his cum still leaking out of Anael, "while trying to find my way out of Hell, since someone didn't bother to tell me how to," Ira jested, seeing his grandmother blushing madly at that. "Then I'm surrounded by darkness and this female voice appeared that said: A gift for you. Take it, you will need it for what is coming. And that voice and darkness just vanished like it wasn't even there, just this," he said, holding up his hand, the late morning light playing along the ring.

"You need to be careful Ira, they will come," Lucifer said, ominously.

"Huh?"

"The Seven Sisters of the Underworld, they will come now." Ira glanced up as an ancient tome appeared out of thin air. Catching it in his hands once it fully materialized. "Read it, Ira, read all of the true Testament of Solomon. Do not take them lightly," Lucifer warned.

"Aw, come on, I just helped to save the world! Can I at least go one week without facing my own death?!" Ira bemoaned. "It's not funny!" he huffed when his grandmother chuckled.

"What do you expect Ira, you've become a power player now. You've been hand chosen by Yahweh, himself, to keep our two factions from bringing on the end times. It's natural for you to be sought out. Be warned though; even the Wisdom of Solomon wasn't enough to outsmart the Sisters, at least not all of them. So keep your guard up," Lucifer spoke giving her grandson the advice he would need. "Can I ask, Ira? If you didn't see this person, did you feel them? What did it feel like to you?" she asked, seeing his nod.

"Sort of like Yahweh, but not Yahweh, if that makes any fucking sense!" Ira stated throwing up his hands in frustration. Not seeing the shocked look in his grandmother's eyes when he said that.

"Come, Anael, we must go," Lucifer stated patting her daughter's shoulder. "I don't know when I'll be back, but I will," she whispered lightly kissing Ira's lips before fading from reality.

"What?!" Ira muttered in confusion. "Why must my life have so much weirdness in it!" he groaned loudly. Sighing into his chest, setting the book aside, and getting to his feet. "I wonder if Samuel has this problem," Ira grumbled walking to his bathroom to take a shower.

"Hey, Samuel, sorry for calling," Ira said, running his damp towel along the back of his head as he walked into his room.

"What can I do for you, Ira?"

"Have you ever heard of entities called the Seven Sisters of the Underworld?" Ira asked, tossing his towel into the corner were all his dirty clothes found themselves.

"Can't say that I have, why? I take it this is what you're facing now?"

"Yeah," Ira sighed in annoyance.

"You don't sound thrilled about knowing who is your enemy."

"You know, ever since I became like this, it's been one near death experience after another, I would just like to have a normal week for once! Is that too much to ask?!" Ira said, letting off steam.

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

"Not to be nosy or anything, how long will you all be in Greece for?" Ira asked, taking an interest in his new friend's life.

"Week, maybe two."

"Hope Kelly and Charlotte enjoy themselves, tell them I'll be waiting for them," Ira joked, hearing Samuel's chuckle. Smirking when he heard Kelly's voice over the line uttering the words; 'either nut up or shut up', in a teasing banter of course. "I'll try not to intrude on your vacation, but would it be alright if I called if I need help just to try to understand things?" he asked, his uncertainty if he could do this on his own laced his words.

"Sure, Ira, if it gets too much. You do that teleport thing..." Ira smiled from ear to ear when he heard that loud body slap. "We'll come and help, just not all day, they'll kill me if I ruin their vacation."

"You faced down Onoskelis and survived, and they scare you?"

"Duh?! Have you seen them angry!?" Ira felt himself laughing as he heard Wendy chasing Samuel around as he shook his head.

"I appreciate it, Samuel," Ira said, once the commotion had eased.

"Any time, Ira."

"Bye, Ira, be safe, come see us when you can!"

"Bye, Wendy, I will." Peering down at his phone in his hand, it felt good to be able to talk to someone that wasn't a part of his mythos and knew the risks that had to be taken. Hoping that they would be safe on their vacation. Quickly digging out a clean shirt and pants, knowing he was going to have to do laundry when he got back. Grabbing his phone once he was fully dressed hoping that he would come as he headed off to the last place he spoke to his great-grandfather.

Mount Horeb...

Ira stood staring down at the vast plains below the fabled mountain. Wondering how Moses felt as he stood there like he was, knowing this was one of the few places on Earth where Yahweh dwelled. Bringing his hand up, feeling the vast energies brimming inside of him. Knowing what he was now was vastly superior to what he was as a Dominion class of angel. Still, he knew it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough to protect his family from both Yahweh, and the Devil, or anything else seeking to harm his family. Yet, it was a step in the right direction. As much as he hated to admit it, Missy was right. He had to get stronger no matter how much it seemed wrong to him to enslave souls to simply increase his power. He wasn't going to be like Missy. Choosing who he wanted at a whim. No. There had to be something, something that made him want to bring them back to give them a second chance at life. He wasn't going to use them like Missy used hers. He just needed their souls, not their servitude. However, before he tackled that project he had to finish the task before him.

"Yahweh! Yahweh!" Ira shouted to the heavens. His bonfire colored eyes scanned the sky, peering behind him looking at that same bush that his great-grandfather had appeared out of and yet silence was his answer. "Please, I need to speak with you!" Throwing up his arms as a blinding light appeared above him.

"Rejoice! For you stand before the Seraphim, Seraphina." While her voice was sweet and alluring to the ear, yet her tone was hard and authoritative. "I have answered your call, Suriel Zol." Ira took a hard swallow, only two times has an angel said his own angelic name, the first one was trying to kill him. His breath was stolen as he lowered his arms. A winged crown, whose wings resembled flames, if he looked close enough Ira could have sworn they were actual living fire. His eyes moved along her greenish hair that transitioned to a pinkish-red halfway down her hair that ended in the middle of her chest. The trilliant gem that sat were her third eye was held his gaze as the sunlight played along its red surface. Her angelic face was as stunning as all the other angels he has seen if it wasn't for her 'resting bitch' face she was wearing at the moment. Her duel colored set of six wings that matched the color of her hair, just like how her roots were light green, the upper half of her wings were of a hunter green while the lower half were more of a burgundy color, flapped as she hovered above him. A collar of heavenly gold protected her neck starting from three inches below her jawline down her chest stopping a quarter way down the cleavage of her breasts.

Attached to it was a rose tinted bronze breastplate, etched on its surface were wings that bordered the edge of the gold collar. That hid her rather small (Given who was their creator was, was an odd thing to see), bust yet larger than Gabriella's. Gradually tapering down to about eight inches across her midsection leaving the sides of her stomach exposed. Noting the three gold beaded strands held secured by two equally matched rose tinted bronze rivets, each row of rivets were separated by an inch.

The first strand hung down an inch, the second one increased the length to four inches, while the last strand hung down below her navel, if an angel had a navel, which they don't. Her dark brown leather skirt swayed in the hot breeze, A-slits ran up along the front of her legs, giving Ira an idea how soft, how strong those alluring legs would be when they were wrapped around him. Held taut to her waist by a branded leather belt. Matching sleeves with gold etched along her wrist and middle of her biceps where they ended adorned her slender yet powerful arms. In her left hand she held a staff, whose shaft was black as night with heavenly steel links forged together that held the crown, that oddly looked like an angel made out of the same material the links were, with its wings unfurled, its hands high above its head holding a glowing gem that held the power of heaven within it.

"What business do you have with He who is I am?" Seraphina asked, in a stern voice, while her golden eyes ran down his body. Recounting how she and her other sisters had stormed the garden to find her sister with child along with her younger sister in the early stages of her own pregnancy. Remembering how they all were stunned and very angry that Metatron and Gabriella would withhold this information from them while they lingered in Heaven trying to entice their father into joining them. "Speak, Suriel Zol, I know I am beautiful, yet that doesn't mean your tongue has forgotten how to work," Seraphina cooed, with a coy smirk. Arching an eyebrow when Ira simply matched her own smirk.

"Seraphina, was it?" Ira uttered trying not to get hard wondering what it would be like having those lips around his pole.

"Yes, come, Nagdaium', I haven't all eternity to wait for you to answer my question."

"I don't think you'd want to carry my message to Yahweh, it's rather personal, on your part," Ira teased in a sinful tone.

"Oh? You think you know the mind of a Seraphim?" Ira noted how her eyes dipped low to his groin. Backing up as she floated to the ground.

"No, I just know that most women wouldn't enjoy speaking to their father about their explosive orgasms," Ira stated, keeping his chuckle contained as that seemed to give Seraphina pause, if only for a moment, once her feet touched the ground.

"W-what?!" Ira kind of found her cute when she didn't have that bitch face on and how she stammered.

"Shall I say it slower for you, Heaven's Helper?" Ira spoke, crossing his arms, a devilish smile graced his lips, as his power simmered along his irises.

Feeling her cheeks heating at the brashness he was showing speaking to her like that?! Yet she couldn't refute that she found it rather titillating. "What do you mean about our orgasms?" Seraphina asked, finally finding her voice.

"I mean, if I'm to reside on Atlantis, as its new ruler, then shouldn't my domain be protected from your rather intense orgasms?" Ira retorted, noting how her grip tightened on the shaft of her staff, to how her breathing slightly quickened. Noting how she involuntarily took a step back when he took one towards her. Watching how her eyes shot to her hand as he caught it as she tried to brush off his touch. "After all, are we not going to get to know one another intimately?" Ira asked, in a seductive tone as the pad of his thumb rubbed in light circles along the back of her right hand. "Don't you want to be able to come and go as you please, experience your true orgasm without fear of destroying the surroundings?" Listening to her light whimper as he softly bit the meaty part of the heel of her hand. "I can give that to you, you know," Ira stated, noting how her eyes quivered as his lips danced along the palm of her hand.

"I've heard," Seraphina whispered weakly.

"Do you think you can deliver what I said to Yahweh, or should I just call him when he's not doing... godly things?" Loving how he had her transfixed as he lightly teased her wrist.

"Y-y-es. I can deliver your message," Seraphina stammered, feeling her angelic body heating. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Ira asked, with a knowing smirk.

"That you can get as big as father?" Seraphina inquired; her golden eyes blatantly stared down at Ira's crotch.

"I can, why?"

"I want to touch it," Seraphina said, in a wanton tone. "Oh," she moaned lightly once Ira placed her hand over his fifteen inch covered cock. Letting her hand wander along its length when he removed his hand.

"You do want it, don't you Seraphina?" Ira mused, noting how her attention was solely on his cock and not him.

"Yes," Seraphina whispered.

"Then don't you have a message to deliver?"

"We will meet again, Suriel Zol," Seraphina spoke, her burning lust was clear as day in her golden eyes before she returned to Heaven.

"One chore down, serval others to go," Ira said, knowing he had to get this done before his mother and sister returned. The breeze rolled a little cloud of dust along the ground and Ira was no more.

"Hello, Mor," Ira said, appearing in Mor's lair in his full Nagdaium' form. Tucking his three sets of wings against his back as his halo and crown burned brightly in the darkness that encased her surroundings. His tail thumped against the ground as he crossed his arms along his chest as his angelic sight pierced the darkness.

"Ira!" Her gravelly voice held surprise as her Titan form loomed over him. "My Prince, Mor is pleased that you would visit Mor in her home."

Ira glanced to his left when he felt Aswang land on his shoulder. His tree-trunk thick index finger lightly patted is daughter's back as she hugged his neck. "Ardat Lili, you're looking lovely as ever," Ira stated as his other daughter stood behind Mor in her own equally titanic form.

"Thank you, father, I'm pleased my form is appealing to you," Ardat Lili spoke, her angelic side softened her voice.

"What can Mor do for Mor's mate?" Mor asked, her rather large face loomed over him as her black, soulless eyes took in her fill of her mate.

"You protect my home, yes?"

"Of course, Mor's mate will not be disturbed by anything," Mor stated with a nod.

"I need you and our children to see to my family's protection on Earth, without them knowing about it, when I'm not around. Can you do that?" His gold eyes flickered to his right as red lightning flashed off in the distance. Running his eyes down her naked form, noting the sigil that marred her midsection, the demonic script tattooed into her flesh along her legs, how the darkness hid her sex when he noted how shapely her hips were. Her spiked, spear shape tipped, foot thick tail coiled around those alluring legs of hers. Pentacles marred her 32D breasts with her nipples at the center of them. Noting the demonic script tattooed on the underside of her biceps when her arms were raised, her hands pressed together behind her three foot long curvy horns that sprouted from the top of her head. Her face was blacked out, obscured from even his angelic sight the only thing he could discern was her red glowing eyes as the red light was blacked out by her massive bat-like wings who's length was almost as long as his was in her human form.

"That's Avalon, our first born," Mor said with pride. "She was anxious to meet her father, Mor's mate should visit more often, no?" It still creeped him out at how wicked that chuckle of hers was as her gigantic finger lightly bumped against his chest. "Avalon, Aswang see to your father's command. See that your aunt and grandmother meet no trouble on their drive home."

"Yes, mother, we shall go at once," Aswang said, bowing to her mother. "I'll see you later, father," she said sweetly, placing a kiss on Ira's left cheek before flying over to her silent sister.

"Mor's mate will fuck Mor soon, yes?" Mor asked, her sulfur laced breath flowed over Ira when her face was a foot away from his.

"Sure, Mor, just wait a few days for them to get settled in before I make you howl," Ira said, lightly patting Mor's lower lip as she smiled.

"Yes, my Prince, I shall wait," Mor shuddered feeling Ira's power washing over her. "May Mor ask Mor's mate as to why you need us to protect them?"

"Apparently, the Seven Sisters of the Underworld are coming for me," Ira said offhandedly, with a shrug. "Whoever they are."

"Go, get your other siblings, fortify the property." Ira arched an eyebrow at the forcefulness of Mor's command and how serious she was about the threat he faced. "Worry not, my Prince, we will see they will never step foot on it."

"Mor? How serious are the Sisters?" Ira asked, curiously.

"Very. They are older than Mor. Older than Hell itself. Very powerful. Be careful, my Prince. Mor must go, Mor has much to do, Mor will see you later," Mor stated, running the pad of her finger down the left side of his face.

"Fuck!" Ruffling his snow-white hair, "Just what I need right now," Ira grumbled. "Well, nothing I can do about it right now, might as well enjoy the peace and quiet before they do," he muttered aloud as he walked out of Mor's lair. Taking to the air, heading towards the second circle hoping Alyda, Rita, and Sue could take his mind off of things for a while.

Noting how Asmodan and Beth, in her demon form, were standing on the ramparts of her tower when he circled it a few times just to irk them. Noting how Asmodan simply stared up at him with her arms crossed under her 32D breasts, her black, bat-like wings sat folded against her back. Those red eyes of hers shimmered with her high level succubus powers, her spiked, spear shaped tip tail swished behind her.
"Hello, Emily," Ira spoke, watching the shock play across her face as her human name left his lips. "Or should I call you Asmodan?" he asked, with a coy smirk. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the show the other day, I might do it again someday. Beth, or whatever you're called," Ira nodded before turning around to head to Alyda's home in the cliffs.

"I'm pregnant!" Beth shouted, hearing her mother gasp in shock as she peered over at her.

"Are you now? Or are you just lying to me, like you did before?" Ira asked, peering back at her.

"I wouldn't lie about carrying the Prince of Hell's child," Beth stated boldly crossing her arms below her 32A breasts.

"If you're trying to use the child as some pawn to win... I don't know, a reputation as the first, you're a little too late for that."

"So, it's true then, about what I hear about Lucifer's daughter," Asmodan said, with a coy smirk.

"I don't see what my daughter has to do with anything," Ira said, coldly. Berating himself for trying to protect Emily, who he thought was human at the time, from becoming a servant of his when it wasn't even possible. Watching how they threw up their arms as his three sets of wings sent a powerful gust of wind towards them. Just to show he was stronger, they were demons after all, they only knew strength.

"But I'm your consort now!" Beth yelled up at him. Taking a few steps back when Ira appeared on top of the rampart wall. Those bonfire colored eyes staring down at her.

"Is that so?"

"Y-yes, Ira, I am, after all, carrying your baby. You wouldn't hurt the mother of your baby, would you?" Beth asked, her voice held a tinge of fear as her demon wanted to flee from his angelic eyes.

"Come here," Ira commanded pointing to the spot before him. "I said, come here." The power of his growl shook the very foundations of the second circle as his powers surged. Shrinking down to his humanoid size, reaching out lightly placing his left hand on Beth's stomach feeling her tremble in fear, feeling the angelic energy, as weak as it was, within her womb. "So it appears you weren't lying," Ira said, rising to his full height, his halo burning brightly between his horns.

"Of course not, I wouldn't lie about this Ira, this is too important," Beth said, looking up at him, rubbing her left hand along her stomach.

"Is the title of consort that appealing to you? That you would allow yourself to get pregnant with my child?"

"Power is everything here, Ira," Asmodan spoke, smiling up at him when she lightly laid her hand on his thigh. Feeling the raw power that he wielded at her fingertips, it was so unlike what she had seen that night when she confronted Mor. Wondering what he has been doing ever since then to become so powerful. "You should know this, you are the Prince of Hell, aren't you? Why don't you come down and join us in the tower. I'm sure we can keep you entertained," Asmodan said, with a seductive smile.

"Have other plans, later," Ira smirked before disappearing.

"Alyda!" Asmodan hissed hatefully, knowing that was who he was going to see. "I will win you, Ira, yes, I will," she growled as she stared off towards Alyda's dwelling in the cliffs. "Very astute of you daughter in getting pregnant," Asmodan praised, looking back at her daughter. "Come, we must make sure the child grows healthy," she said, in a motherly voice. Wrapping her arm around Beth's looking back one last time, knowing she was going to be Ira's number one consort, she would see to it.

"Ira!" Rita and Sue shouted when they noted his sudden appearance on their terrace.

"I'm so happy your safe," Rita whispered into his neck as she hugged him tight to her chest.

"We've been so worried about you," Sue said sweetly, snuggling up to him. "Tell us, is it all over?"

"The world isn't in danger anymore," Ira nodded, feeling their bodies heating as he gently squeezed their asses.

"Ira, please tell me, you can stay for a while?" Rita asked, with longing in her eyes.

"That is why I came, to hang out with my two hot, future sisters-in-law," Ira replied with a coy smirk.

"I do hope your equally hot mother-in-law is included in that, Ira," Alyda spoke, her crimson hair hung freely, her green eyes held a sultry gaze to them, her lush lips taunted his mind to recount the feel of them gliding along his pole.

"Of course, though, answer my question first. Are you pregnant?" Ira asked, causing Rita and Sue to gasp in shock. Noting how Alyda's cheeks had a light blush to them as she looked away.

"Mom?! Don't tell me?" Rita's hands flew to her mouth as Alyda's silence hung in the air.

"I was going to tell you, Ira," Alyda said, in a bashful tone. "How did you know?"

"You wouldn't be the first one bearing my child," Ira admitted, "plus Beth is, so thought you might be as well."

"You're not upset?" Alyda asked, stepping out onto the terrace.

"No, why would I be? I knocked up my hot future mother-in-law. I'm the envy of every dude in the city," Ira said, with a wide smile. "Ow!" When Rita and Sue both slapped his chest, hard.

"I'm glad you aren't," Alyda said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Why don't you come in?" she spoke gesturing for him to enter.

"I'd be happy to," Ira said, his eyes glanced down as Alyda swayed her ass as she led him, along with her daughters, into their home.

Ira laid motionless in his bed, why would he not when he was dead asleep, even if he was immortal a part of him was still human, and his human side needed sleep. Especially after all the fucking he had done hours before. He had visited Cybil, Ms. Nunes, and Layla after he had left Rita, Sue, and Alyda quite satisfied. He was going to need all the strength he could get for what was coming.

Unbeknownst to Ira a pair of brown eyes with green flecks along her irises, stared at the parts of his body the hallway light illuminated. Her raven hair softly floated down as she removed her shirt, landing in a soft kiss on his bedroom floor. Biting her lip as she unhooked her bra, hearing Vikki and Bridgett in her room, opting to rest after the long drive home so they could be ready for Ira in the morning. Wiggling her hips as she pushed her jeans to the floor after she had slipped out of her tennis shoes. Running her fingers along her red C-string thong as she sauntered towards her son's bed. Her 32D breasts swayed as she leaned forward and slowly drew back the covers. How she's been longing to do this ever since they had left for Vegas. Feeling her son rolling over, wrapping his arm around her when she sat her watch, earrings, and rings on the nightstand beside his bed. Wiggling her ass into his crotch once she had settled down onto the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you, baby," Cora whispered, feeling his lips lightly on her left shoulder. Whimpering when Ira cradled her left breast in his hand. Her hand reached behind her, she knew for some time now her son slept in the nude for this reason in case she woke horny and needed his nine and a half inch cock deep inside of her. Her body heated as Ira moved his hand down her stomach, opening her legs so her son could touch her eager mound to his delight. "This and you is all I could think about," Cora said, in a loving light as her hand stroked her son's hardening member.

"Oh," Ira uttered sleepily.

"Mmmhmm," Cora hummed, "Ira, I know you're sleepy, you don't have to fuck me hard, yet can we, can we do what we did the night I became yours?"

"Always, Mom," Ira said, kissing the back of her neck.

Angling her hips just so when she felt Ira pushing aside her underwear. A soft whimper filled moan escaped her lips when Cora felt the crown of his rod breaching the entrance to her garden. A garden that was in desperate need of seeding.

"Wow. You're tight," Ira uttered low, feeling his mother's folds gripping his cock with every thrust.

"I told you, baby, no one compares to you," Cora panted, she might be a porn star, might have made her name in fucking pretty much every man on screen. Yet that didn't mean she didn't want to be made love too. Like her son was doing at that moment. There were times for a good hard pounding, yet, like right then, she just wanted the slow buildup of the seconds of anticipation of that very moment. While, yes, she, Vikki, and Bridgett did put on an all-female threesome show at the AVN for a special edition video given the numerous awards they won, still, though, she did wish her son had been there, how she wanted the world to see how he makes her squirt when few have succeeded.

For thirty blissful minutes Cora was in Heaven as her son brought her slowly to that body quaking climax that she has long missed. Dominic, over the years, had decreased their love making down to what happen before she became her son's lover, his woman. Now that she knew, truly knew, he was making love to her, and not fucking her to get the anger out of what she had put her son through, she just wanted it to last forever. This feeling of such contentment, of peace, of security as Ira held her in his arms. She knew he had to sleep with other women to stay alive, she couldn't ask him to be faithful to her when she knew that would kill him, nor would it be sound given that she is, after all, a porn star. However, as long as he came home to her, was with her, and only her when she was in his bed, she didn't care. Ira was hers and hers alone.

"Do it, baby, cum inside of your mother's pussy. The pussy that's missed the feel of your hot cum filling it," Cora purred in a light whisper. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she felt that final thrust, the swelling of his cock, the molten eruption filling her womb. Holding her son close once she had slipped her underwear back up so she could enjoy the feel of his cum on her pussy for the rest of the night. All the while her mind pondered if she wanted to carry another child.

"I'm in here!" Ira called out as he showered in the morning. His soap covered fingers lathered his hair, enjoying the feel of the hot water on his skin. Knowing this would probably be one of the last few days they were ever in this house as a family. This home was no longer safe, the wards Samuel put up weren't going to hold out against someone of his caliber for long, and he couldn't keep Mor and his children protecting them twenty-four seven. Plus, Alyda's home is already a sync point for the Second Heaven (Hell), it can serve as the link for his own domain. That way they could be protected should Heaven or Hell turn against him. After all, he would soon become a force they can't ignore.

"I know," Vikki said, in a sweet longing voice when she pulled aside the shower curtain. Her crimson hair brushed lightly along her chest, her green eyes ran down Ira's body, knowing he has changed drastically in such a short time. Her 38C breasts bounced as she stepped into the shower. Seeing his warm smile on his face as her light touch ran along his warm, clean, wet chest. While she did love Bridgett wholeheartedly first and foremost, Ira was a close second to her. She was proud that she was his first and always will be his first.

"Morning, Vikki," Ira greeted as he washed his hair.

"Morning, Ira," Vikki said, snuggling up to him, staring into his now bonfire colored eyes feeling the power behind them. "I'm here, my Prince," she cooed sweetly, before passionately kissing him, praying that she hadn't lost him yet. The moment their lips touched she knew her fears were pointless. "Ira what has happened to you? You... feel..."

"I know, lots of shit has gone down since you've been in Vegas. But it's needed," Ira said, ominously. "I need you to stick to Bridgett's side, don't let her out of your sight. Can you do that for me?"

"I take it that what you warned me of before we left hasn't been settled?" Vikki asked with a touch of fear.

"No, Onoskelis has been put back to sleep," seeing the confusion on her face at the name, knowing her sister's or mother hasn't filled her in yet, "I'll tell you later. Although, if you're like your mom and sisters I know you'll like my new friend," Ira said, with a sneaky smile.

"New friend? Another woman?" Vikki asked, hoping it wasn't.​