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"Then my dear li'l succubus, you're going to have to get far stronger than a Seraphim because all angels are hot," Ira said, feeling her hands running up his chest.

"You better not fall in love with one of them," Vikki pouted.

"Oh?"

"I told you, Ira," brushing her thigh against his right hip, "I'm in love with you," Vikki stated, remembering the conversation they had after he had been whisked away on her family's very stoop.

"And if your sisters proclaim their love for me?" Ira asked, seeing her eyes turning ruby as her demon emerged.

"They may get to have you, but I am the First Consort; as such, I come first, then they can have their fun with you," Vikki stated, feeling his fingertips running down the back of her thighs as they moved down towards her ass.

"Look at the two of you; I go take a shower, and here you are, trying to take advantage of my fiancée! Shame on you!" Bridgett intoned from the doorway, wrapped in only her towel. Her wet feathered raven hair hung at odd angles due to it not being brushed yet.

"Advantage?! Me? Never, not my fault you leave Vikki unattended, and she tries to tempt me," Ira said, wiggling his eyebrows as he stared down at her.

"Oh, you'd know if I was tempting you," Vikki said with a sexy, sinful smile. "No, this is just me getting you worked up and leaving you out to dry," she uttered in a wicked tone, pushing him off of her and dashing out of his room.

"Now that's just rude!" Ira called back.

"What you get for trying to woo my girl!" Bridgett said, sticking her nose into the air as she followed after Vikki.

Ira would let them have this, knowing soon they would have to leave this house for good. He knew when the Sisters attacked, his home wouldn't be able to withstand their onslaught. So, he was trying to be as fun and nice as he could, knowing that soon Bridgett and his mother would be whisked away from it without much of an explanation. Knowing they were going to have to upturn their lives all because he was related to them. The sound of their voices coming from Bridgett's bedroom teased his ears as he faded from reality.

Fourth Heaven...

Ira stood on top of his shrine. Deep in thought on how to increase his power in order to deal with the Sisters and any other threat that might arise after them. Like in Hell, time flowed differently than it did on Earth. He couldn't say about Heaven since he was barred from ever stepping foot in that realm due to what he was. His tail swayed behind him as he was in his Nagdaium' form. While his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form had its usefulness, he liked his demon better. His black feathers rustled in the breeze that flowed across his domain as his eyes gazed out on the continent of Atlantis.

"Father?!" Cassiel and Lailah uttered as they appeared behind him in a kneeling position.

"Hello, girls," Ira greeted as he turned around. Noting how Cassiel's black wings and Lailah's black and white wings sat against their backs. "Seems your mothers gifted you something since the last time we saw each other," he spoke, pointing out the gold tairas that rested against their foreheads, holding back Cassiel's black hair like her mother's and Lailah's blonde, the same as Michelle's.

"Yes, Father, thank you for noticing," Cassiel spoke up, seeing how Anael wasn't around; she was in charge of her sisters while her father was away. Her gold-ruby eyes glanced up, noticing that her father was troubled by something. "Father, may I speak freely?"

"Of course," Ira answered.

"What troubles you?" Cassiel asked, willing to do anything to ease his burden. After all, it was in her makeup to do so. Watching how he sat down cross-legged, gesturing for the two of them to join his side. Which she nor Lailah wasted in scurrying over to his sides. Feeling a wave of contentment flooding her body as she felt his arm wrapping around her. She knew Lailah felt it, too, given the look on her face as she rested her head on their father's shoulder. Dispelling her wings so her father wouldn't be hindered in his exploration of her bare back, the robe she and all the others wore to allow their wings movement without being encumbered. Shooting Lailah a look when she pressed her 32D breasts into Ira's arm. She wasn't going to be outdone by her younger sister. "Tell us, what has this look appearing on your face, Father," Cassiel uttered sweetly, pressing her 38C breasts into his chest.

"Yes, tell us, you know we'll be more than happy to aid you," Lailah said, glaring at Cassiel for making such a bold move. They knew Anael had been with their Father. While they weren't there yet, that didn't stop the thoughts from forming.

"Yes, father, tell us," Rikbiel cooed, shimmering into view before him. Her halo burned brightly above her light red hair, the same as her mother's was held back by her gold winged taira depicting her standing in the first order. The purple cloth of her angelic robe, bordered in gold, with angelic script along it, fluttered in the wind as her golden eyes peered down at him. Smiling down at him when she knew his eyes were on her 32E breasts, she knew her father would enjoy them when it was her time to lay with him. An act that she was greatly anticipating.

"Hello, Rikbiel, no heavenly duties to attend to?" Ira asked, seeing how brightly her halo shined over her head.

"No, are you not pleased to see me?" Rikbiel asked, sinking down on the roof of her father's temple.

"Didn't say that, now did I?" Ira uttered in a teasing tone. Seeing how madly she was blushing as she sank down to the stone roof before him. Watching how she pulled her legs beneath her and leaned on her left arm. "Just didn't expect to see you here today. Thought your mother would have you running about over all of Heaven doing who knows what. The Heavenly Host is treating you well, right?" he asked in a concerned fatherly voice.

"Yes..." Her head bowed, the curtain of her red hair fell forward as her gold eyes glanced up at him, "father, they are," Rikbiel spoke in a bashful tone.

"Good, would hate to have to storm Heaven to teach angels manners."

"You would do that... for me?" Rikbiel asked, feeling her heart, if still, she had one, fluttering. When she chose to rise, her demon half wasn't all that was burnt away. The human part, too, was burnt out for her to walk among the other angels of the Heavenly Host.

"Of course, I would; what parent wouldn't?" Ira shot back, seeing her face rapidly reddening at his words. "Before I discuss what is on my mind, I need to speak to the three of you about how you treat Anael."

"But Father?!" Lailah whined, her mother's influence coming through her words.

"No buts! She is your sister; I can understand Rikbiel since she serves Heaven and Anael spends most of her time in Hell. Yet, I expect you all to treat each other like sisters, am I clear? At least in my realm, don't make me punish you," Ira said in a stern fatherly voice, seeing their fear of what he would do if they didn't heed his words. "Does Anael treat you the way you treat her? No, she tries to be your sister. Do you know how lonely it was for her to be the first of my children? So I don't want to ever hear my daughter crying again because your mother's serve Heaven, am I understood?"

"Yes, Father, we'll do better, we promise," Cassiel and Lailah uttered as one, not wishing to be on the receiving end of his punishment.

"Father, as you know, Anael and I might cross blades if Yahweh orders it, yet I will be courteous to her whenever we serve you," Rikbiel stated as much as she would like to get to know her elder sister yet given who Anael served it would hinder her judgment if she was ordered to destroy her. Then again, as she stared into his red burgundy eyes, she had a suspicion that he would step in to stop her from dealing the killing blow.

"Now tell us, what's on your mind, Father," Cassiel prodded as she rested her hand on his chest with her sisters nodding along.

"I see," Rikbiel mused as she dropped her chin into her hand after Ira told them about his conundrum.

"Yahweh made you the angel of vengeance," Lailah spoke up, "why not use it?" Peering at her father with a questioning look.

"Yes, yes, and those who need our Father can pray to him for his help," Cassiel said in an excited voice. "You did hear our prayers, didn't you, Father?" she asked with longing in her eyes as she gazed at him.

"I did," Ira admitted. "Although, how are they going to pray to someone that they don't even know exists?" he asked, looking at the three of them.

"You let Lailah and me worry about that, Father," Cassiel stated, snuggling up to him. "Leave that to us; we won't fail you," she uttered in a blissful sigh, feeling the tips of his fingers skimming up and down her bare back. Shooting Rikbiel a taunting smirk that she couldn't touch him like they were. She and Lailah might side with the light for the most part, while Anael chose to side with the Horned One as her mother called the Lord of Hell. She and Lailah were partially demons. So when she teased her sister like she was doing her demon side took great enjoyment from it. "Will we, Lailah?" Cassiel spoke, peering at her sister.

"No, we will not," Lailah said sternly, taking her role in her father's legion very seriously, as did her mother in her works for Yahweh.

"Father...?!" Rikbiel puffed out her cheeks, irked that her older sisters got to feel his touch and she hasn't yet.

"Hmm?" Ira hummed, turning his gaze towards her.

"Am I unworthy?" Rikbiel asked, nodding to how Cassiel and Lailah were clinging to him.

"No, why?"

"Then why..." Rikbiel's eyes lit up when Ira held his arms out to her. Taking command of his lap as she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest, nuzzling his neck, enjoying the feeling of being in her father's arms. While she loved serving Heaven and Yahweh and serving beside her mother. Yet, there was nothing like the feeling of when she was in her father's presence.

"Come, Rikbiel, walk with me," Ira directed after spending twenty minutes touching, speaking, caressing each of his daughters.

"Yes, father," Rikbiel nodded firmly.

"You two, don't go too overboard with whatever you two have planned," Ira commanded.

"Yes, Father, we'll see that we don't," Cassiel said with a bow of her head with Lailah mimicking her. Feeling her mother calling her, stepping up to him, leaning in mirroring what she had seen Anael doing when she was around her father. Noting how her kiss took Ira aback for a second before she had to have another. Melting within herself at the feeling of her father's velvety touch. Now she knew why Anael was always giddy after every time she did this. Biting her lip when she felt Ira's light touch running along her right horn. Feeling something happening within herself. Something that she has never felt before. Heat. A spreading heat between her legs, not only that, she felt herself getting moist as well.

"Be careful, Cassiel, you shouldn't tempt a demon; I might just enjoy what my sweet daughter tastes like," Ira said sinfully as his fork tongue ran along his upper lip.

"Cassiel! Wait for me!" Lailah shouted when Cassiel shot into the air heading toward the Heaven side of New Atlantis. Looking back, her face instantly got red as she noted how her father was gazing up her robe. Pouring on the speed just like Cassiel had done when she was bombarded by feelings that she knew not what to do with or interpret, at least not at the moment. Wondering if her mother knew what these feelings meant.

"Come, Rikbiel, let's take a walk through the garden," Ira said, holding out his hand to her, which she didn't hesitate to fill.

Listening to her musical voice as they chatted away about everything that held her mind enthralled. Seeing more of her mother in her as the sun of his realm played along her face as she blushed whenever he gazed at her. Being his second youngest daughter, Ira took more time with her knowing she most likely wouldn't know how to take what she was feeling. Nodding along, listening very intently as she told him what her life was like in Heaven. What duties she was to perform being one of the Cherubim class. Pointing out every angel she had personally met as they added to the temple that was being built for Yahweh as they stood on the cliff looking out upon it. The one place in his realm he could never step foot on for he was tainted, and that place must remain pure so their pact would stay in place.

Highly intrigued by the way Rikbiel described how the interior looked like. He did wish he could peer into it. However, that would break the treaty he had with God, and truthfully, he enjoyed being alive. Hugging his daughter when she had to leave when she told him Metatron was calling for her. Feeling her nodding against him when he told her to tell Metatron that he said hello. He wasn't about to make his daughter carry the lewd message that was playing out in his mind to her mother. Ira didn't think Rikbiel was ready for that kind of imagery just yet. Waving to her as he watched her fading from his realm to return to the light of Heaven.

Ira wandered aimlessly through the Heaven side of New Atlantis. Feeling all the angels and Consorts walking about beneath the trees of his Garden. While his Hell-born children might not have as strong of an angel within them, even being within his realm would strengthen them while they grew, if demons grew, that is. Finding himself in the little grotto that Yahweh had made when he created this place for him. His fingers ran along the dogwood post of the arbor. Feeling his great-grandfather's presence within the space. The velvety petals of the trumpet flower played along the pad of his finger as it ran down it as he stepped into the pavilion proper. His left hand rose, materializing a freezer with thirty-six kinds of ice cream within it, in keeping his promise to Yahweh.

"Yahweh!" Ira called out. "Can we talk?" he asked, peering up at the sky of his realm. Knowing God could still hear him in his domain, even if he was God within it.

"Of course, Ira, you know I'm always willing to speak with you," Yahweh spoke as he shimmered into view. His long white flowing beard undulated in the breeze, his gold eyes held a warmth in them as he peered at Ira. "What troubles you?"

"I brought you ice cream," Ira said, gesturing towards the freezer.

"Oh? Did you?" Yahweh mused, intrigued at the thought of what the cold item would taste like. Watching how Ira pulled a cone off the stack that hung onto the side of the device and scooped out a very healthy portion for him. Running his eyes down the array of flavors that lined the cone. Smelling the sweetness of it on the air before opening his mouth wide and inhaling a quarter of it.

Ira just stood there in shock. One: he's never seen a mouth open that wide before. Two: he would so hate to know what that brain freeze would feel like. Loading two scoops of chocolate onto his own cone before closing the lid. It would never melt, in or out of the freezer. He was going to keep it there so he and God could have a little treat whenever they talked.

"How do you do it?" Ira asked as he and Yahweh sat on the marble bench that overlooked the crater and the temple. "I mean, be everywhere at once," he clarified.

"I'm God," Yahweh spoke as if that was all the explanation Ira needed. "I'm not limited to a corporal body like you are."

"So... you don't always look like this?"

"No, in Heaven, I spend most of my time being something more than what this form can grant me," Yahweh spoke in a way that wouldn't confuse Ira.

"Well..." Rubbing the back of his head, knowing he couldn't give up his body. He kind of liked it even if it wouldn't change from the way it was at that moment. "Guess I need to clone myself then," Ira joked, getting a chuckle out of his great-grandfather. "Grandpa?"

"Hmm?"

"The angels, your angels, I mean, they are treating Rikbiel kindly, aren't they?" Ira asked in a concerned voice. Unsure if Rikbiel would tell him the truth or not.

"They are; why? Were you worried they weren't?"

"A little bit," Ira nodded.

"Then worry not, they're very happy to have a new sister among them," Yahweh spoke, waving his hand. Materializing windows into Heaven before them, showing Ira how Rikbiel and his Host interacted with one another.

"Good, I'm glad she's happy with her choice," Ira said, seeing the look of enjoyment on Rikbiel's face as she flew about Heaven doing whatever it was she was sent to do.

For an hour, well an hour in his realm, he and God spoke, shared laughs before Yahweh had to depart back to Heaven. Running his fingers through his hair as he sighed as he left the pavilion. Contemplating on the numerous problems he was facing.

"Ira!" Gabriella shouted as she came swooping down from the sky. "I thought I felt you!" she squealed in delight as her tiny body held onto his neck as her momentum sent Ira spinning around. Wrapping her legs around his waist, rubbing her mound against his member, trying to ignite that cock of his. "Did you miss me?" Gabriella asked in a coy tone. Feeling her body heat at the feel of his hands on her ass.

"Mmmhmm, but aren't you supposed to be watching Nanael?"

"She knows not to leave our chamber; would you like to meet her?" Gabriella asked, knowing they were going to anyway, given what she had decided.

"Of course," Ira nodded, watching her eyes grow wide as he teased her mound as he held her aloft.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Ira?!" Gabriella spoke, yet she didn't hide the need from her voice.

"Who says I can't?" Ira countered.

For the next thirty minutes, the wails of an angel's song filled his realm as he took Gabriella over and over. His name filling the Garden as she took all of him. Ira sat nude on the grass, watching her silvery gaseous form dancing around him. Hearing her mirth-filled laughter on the air. Savoring the feeling of being in her true form once again. Watching how the sun shone through her robe when her corporal form materialized, highlighting her shapely body to his eyes. Seeing how the light allowed him to gaze at her mound, to how her pink areolas bled through the material of her robe.

"Come," holding out her hands to him, "let me show you our daughter," Gabriella said with a loving smile on her lips. Leaning her head against Ira's arm as they walked towards the wing that would house every angel in Heaven along with all their children. "Now, don't get too shocked, okay?" she uttered as she led Ira into hers and Nanael's room.

"Gabby," seeing how her ears grew red when he used that nickname for her, "we left me being shocked by anything by the wayside weeks ago," Ira said truthfully. Shyly peering around, noting how it was decorated, he found it fitting given who Gabriella was, given the vast number of books, the games to test her intelligence, along with games of strategy that were darted about the room. However, there where items of refinement within the room as well.

"Mommie!" A high-pitched squeal resounded from somewhere within her room. Seeing her black hair floating on the air as Nanael ran behind the room's furniture. Ira arched an eyebrow when Nanael stopped in her tracks when it appeared to him she was the size of a three-year-old. When she was born only hours ago. Looking over at Gabriella, wondering how Nanael could come out of someone so petite.

"Don't look at me like that; you've never seen me when I'm at my true height. I'll have you know I'm taller than you?!" Gabriella huffed as she peered up at Ira.

"Uh-huh," Ira muttered.

"Shut up!" Her cheeks heated at his chuckle when she playfully shoved him. "Nanael, come say..."

"Father!" Nanael shouted out, her arms outstretched. A wide smile was on her lips as her white horns glinted in the light of the room. "I'm so happy to see you!" she exclaimed as she buried herself into his chest when Ira squatted down and held out his arms to her. Her tiny hands held onto his shirt, not wishing to let go, ever!

"I told you, Nanael, that your father was here," Gabriella said, lightly brushing her hand along the back of Ira's head.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Nanael uttered, feeling her cheeks heating at the feel of her father's hand stroking her hair.

"Hello, Nanael, I see you're just as pretty as your mother," Ira stated.

"Don't you start sweet-talking me, mister?!" Gabriella intoned in a teasing manner.

"Why? Isn't it working?" Ira asked, peering over at her.

"Maybe," Gabriella said bashfully, looking away.

"Do you like my wings, Father?" Nanael asked, darting out of his embrace, turning around showing them off to him.

"Very pretty," Ira nodded as he rose.

"Nanael, why don't you show your father your room," Gabriella said, gazing down at her daughter.

"Okay!" Nanael chirped happily, reaching out and taking hold of his hand. "This way Father," she said, leading Ira off in its direction.

"When I come back, I want to pick your brain about something," Ira stated from over his shoulder. Knowing she was far, far wiser than he would ever be.

"I'll be waiting," Gabriella stated, not hiding the longing in her voice.

"Now you behave for your mother, okay, Nanael?" Ira spoke as he hugged Nanael close to him as he prepared to leave.

"Of course, Father, I will obey. But when you come back, can we be together?"

"Sure, we can, we'll take a walk around the Garden, and I'll introduce you to your other sisters; would you like that?" Ira asked, seeing how she nodded very firmly to that. Seeing the rosy rue that marred her cheeks as his lips pulled away from her forehead after placing a kiss on it.

"You know if you're ever troubled like this, you can always call on me; I shall offer you my wisdom," Gabriella said in a loving tone as she caressed his right cheek after getting her own goodbye kiss in.

Ira almost fell back against Gabriella's room door when Seraphina appeared only inches in front of him when he left her room. Looking down when her hands shot out and took hold of his shirt and pulled him into her.

"You're coming with me," Seraphina stated as her six wings folded around him before they disappeared from the realm of Atlantis.

Ira huffed loudly when he landed hard on his back when they reappeared. Where? He couldn't say. All he could tell was it was hot as hell as whatever he was laying on burned his skin. Not that it would harm him; still, would it kill her to inform him on where she was taking him?

The heat of the stone baked his skin as he pushed himself up. 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 where her third eye was held his gaze as the sunlight played along its red surface. Remembering the resting bitch face she had when they first met, however now, as she gazed at him, a salacious smile was on her lips, nor was she wearing the armor he had first seen her in. No, as his eyes ran down her form, not a shred of it or her angelic robe was upon her body. Ira felt his body hardening as his eyes savored her naked body. He was rather surprised that she had pubic hair, and it matched the color of her hair and her wings. Every angel he's been with never had pubic hair, so seeing it on her was rather odd.

"Do you like it?" Seraphina cooed as the desert wind lifted her hair. "I asked Father to create it for me long ago," she said, running her fingers through her landing strip thatch. "I know my beauty hasn't stilled your tongue Suriel Zol," Seraphina purred, enjoying the look on his face as he took in her naked body.

"Yeah, but you already knew that," Ira retorted.

"True, I did," Seraphina smirked. "Do you like my breasts, Suriel Zol?" she asked, cradling them in her hands. Smiling wickedly when Ira shot her a look that said: 'Duh!' Dispelling her wings, her muscles in her thighs flexed as she ambled seductively towards him. With a flick of her wrist, ridding Ira of the cloth barrier that was hindering her from what she sought. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as her golden eyes peered at the cock that could rival her own father's. Knowing the delights that awaited her when she had it deep within her.

"You want to tell me where the hell you brought me before you think you're getting what you're staring at," Ira spoke in a firm tone.

"The city of Babylon, circa 3427 BC, on top of what you would know as the Tower of Babel," Seraphina stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You don't say," Ira muttered, looking out to the vast desert around him. "So, do all angels have trouble with asking before you whisk someone away?"

"What do you mean?" Seraphina uttered, confused.

"I mean, I don't like being whisked away, namely through time, without the courtesy of being informed on just where I'm going," Ira said, resting his left forearm on his left knee when he bent his leg. Resting his right hand on the roof of the tower, something he didn't think even existed in the first place, given how no one has ever found any evidence of it. He was beginning to think all the ancient wonders that were destroyed was due to him making a Seraphim orgasm given how this was the second time one of their order had taken him back through time.

"Yet, I have informed you on where we are?" Seraphina stated, perplexed as she tilted her head. Arching an eyebrow when she heard Ira sigh. "Is my form not..."

"Do you really have to ask?" Ira spoke, gesturing down to his manhood as it hardened. Telling her that he did enjoy the sight before him.

"Then what is the problem, Suriel Zol?" Continuing her pace towards him, noting how those eyes of his ran up her body as she sank down onto his lap. Biting her lip as she felt his hands running along her thighs before finding their home on her ass. Her eyes shot wide when she heard and felt the smack of his hand, causing it to jiggle. Feeling her body heating when not even her own father has done that to her.

"I think you need a good nibbling," Ira taunted, remembering how she acted when he softly bit on the heel of her right hand. Seeing how her face rapidly grew red as his words settled in her ears.

"Suriel Zol!" Seraphina moaned out when Ira softly bit on the inside of her 32B left breast. Tossing her head back, feeling her mound quivering when he mirrored his actions on her right breast. She knew it was due to his incubus demon that he knew of that kink of hers. She couldn't help it. Her father made her like this after all. Wondering how many bite marks would be on her body before the day was over. Her fingers weaved through his hair, pressing it against her orb as Ira sucked on her left nipple. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she felt his touch dancing along her mound after so many years of neglect. "Yes, touch me," Seraphina pleaded as Ira sank two fingers deep into her womanhood. Her folds tightened around those wiggling appendages when he bit down on her nipple. Squealing in bliss at the feeling, loving the delight he was giving her. Knowing how her other sisters were envious to have their turn with Ira, she was going to enjoy every minute she had with him.

Her mind wandered, pondering on what their child would be like. Would she be like Rikbiel? Or would she choose to fall? She did hope when their child was born; she chose to rise and work alongside her and her other sisters to serve out God's commands. However, first, that would all have to wait as she felt something growing against her thigh. Something she was very eager to get to know intimately.

"Tell me, Suriel Zol, have you grown to enjoy the taste of Seraphim pussy?" Seraphina asked in a sensuous tone.

"Yeah, it's mighty tasty," Ira spoke with a coy smirk on his lips.

"You will taste mine, yes?" Seraphina inquired, trying to hide the need from her voice.

"Is this the pussy you're talking about?" Watching how her body quaked as he rolled his thumb along her clitoris. Feeling how her hands took hold of his shoulders, feeling her nails digging into his skin as her angelic light shot forth from her eyes and mouth towards the sky.

"Do it again!" Seraphina demanded as she peered at him.

"Oh? I take it you enjoy the feel of my touch, hmm?" Ira asked, playing coy.

"You know I do, Suriel Zol! Why must you get me to say it?!" Seraphina huffed when Ira eased in his teasing of her hot little mound.

"Oh, I have my reasons," Ira uttered in a devilish light. He was not expecting her to shove him down onto his back; he was rather enjoying his teasing of her. Nevertheless, it seemed to him that she had grown impatient in waiting. Her shins pinned his arms to the roof as she knelt over his mouth.

"Look at it, Suriel Zol; look how wet it is?" Seraphina stated in a small, cute voice. Noting how his eyes were on her sex when her fingers spread her labia a part. Showing Ira how wet and how much her eager center awaited the feel of his tongue within it. Her wail of bliss streamed out along the land of Mesopotamia when Ira's mouth clamped around her cunt. Losing herself as his fork tongue writhed within her canal. Feeling his hands squeezing her ass as the heat of the sun hammered down on her. She had watched everything she could about him and how he acted amongst her other sisters. Knowing that he's never once failed in giving them the climax they all have sought for so many years. Her hands shot down, holding Ira's face against her sex when her angelic light once again poured forth. Losing herself as Ira didn't bat an eye at lapping up her cream. How that only made her want to cum again. "No! Not that!" Her squeal turned into a deep rumbling moan as Ira gently bit her clit. She knew she would have collapsed on top of him if Ira wasn't currently holding her up when her mind went blank when he did that.

Softly pushing Ira down to the roof surface. Her tongue skimmed through her hot juice that coated his skin as she passionately kissed him. She did love tasting herself on his tongue. Her lips danced down his chest as she tasted the man she would soon be having deep inside of her. She wouldn't deny she got a tad obsessed as she rubbed her left cheek up and down Ira's fifteen-inch cock. Her lips touched every inch of his rod. Etching it to her memory so when they were a part she would always have this until they could be together again. Her golden eyes gazed at him when Ira watched intently as her lips wrapped around his bulbous head.

Their gaze never broke as her lips sank down his long root. Feeling it bulging her throat out just like how her father's did when her nose pressed against his pelvis. Listening to his groan as she eased back, feeling his thick branch gliding through her throat and mouth. Loving how he tasted on her tongue. Taking delight in how much Ira was enjoying it as she rapidly sucked him off. She knew no human woman could ever do this for him, given how they needed to breathe; angels had no organs. Their flex bodies weren't made like that when her father and mother created them. All angels remembered their mother; they just never talked about her once their father had cast her from the Heavens.

Arching an eyebrow when his cock still lodged deep within her throat as a form she's never seen rushed to the surface of his body. Feeling his angel savoring the sensations of her mouth. Her eyes moved over his body; she could only feel a slight taint to him. If it wasn't for his horns, while subdued compared to the other form he took, she wouldn't have even noticed it. She did have to say, she did like this look far more than the one she has seen so much of. It wasn't hard for her to tell just who sired him, given how beautiful he was. Lucifer was always that, even after her fall. However, that all left her mind when she felt his cock swelling. Sucking hard, rocking her head more forcibly to get the treat she was after. Her eyes fluttered; his hot cum flooded her mouth when she had eased up to the point of holding a third of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his crown, coating his rod in his spunk before drinking it down and sucking his cock clean.

So pleased she didn't have to wait for him to reharden. She would be very annoyed if she had to. Loving the feel of it as she slitsurfed along his length. Enjoying how it parted her dew-laden lips, so very eager to have it stuffing her. To cause that spark, that connection she has long missed. Wondering if Ira would enjoy what she looked like when she had her true orgasm. Smiling seductively down at Ira, knowing that he, too, was enjoying the feel of her womanhood on his member. Her fingertips pressed lightly on his chest as she lifted her hips. Groaning as his mushroom top pressed and then slipped into her lush valley. Hearing her sex in her ears as she eased herself up and down on his pole to grow accustomed to it after so many centuries of drought. After all, she wanted to enjoy this moment, and what better way to do that than to take this as slow as she could. There was no need for them to rush things. They weren't constrained by time. To them, at that point in time, Ira's present hadn't even happened yet, and she was so going to enjoy this.

"So, Suriel Zol, how does my pussy feel when it's wrapped around your cock?" Seraphina asked, rocking her hips feeling his rod stretching her out. Touching places that had missed the feeling of something being deep inside of her.

"Just about as much as you love having it in you," Ira gloated, seeing her cheeks heating, knowing he hit the nail on the head.

"Can you blame me?"

"No. Although, I have to wonder how Yahweh can stand not to have his way with anyone of you," Ira stated truthfully, his hands shot to her thighs, taking hold of them as her folds squeezed his cock.

"And why's that?" Seraphina asked, feeling her ass bouncing on his lap as she increased her pace.

"Come on, you just want to hear me say it," Ira said with a smirk.

"Just like how you want me to say it," Seraphina retorted, matching his smile. Yelping in surprise when Ira rolled her onto her back. Her fingers interweaved with his as he took hold of her hands. Her legs opened wider on instinct as her body jostled when Ira thrust hard into her. Her mouth hung agape, her golden eyes shimmered as she felt that spark, the foretelling of the closing of the connection that would ensure that she was about to feel something she hadn't felt in eons. Lifting her hips when Ira bent down and playful bit her right nipple, causing a flood of her juices to surge down her canal.

"What can I say? The Heavenly Host are all hot. I know I wouldn't be able to keep my focus if you, Metatron, Raphaela , Michelle, Gabriella, and all your other sisters all were walking around in those robes you all wear," Ira said, knowing the time was closing in. He could feel it. It wasn't hard; he's had plenty of experience. He did wonder what her spectral form would look like.

"Cum with me, Suriel Zol!" Seraphina pleaded, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold onto her current form for much longer.

Ira wore a sinful smirk as he drove his dagger home one last time. Watching how Seraphina exploded in a vaporous amber-orange cloud. Seeing how her essence absorbed his seed, knowing that she was now pregnant with his child. Remembering the conversation he and Gabriella had after they had conceived Nanael. His wings unfurled as the Tower of Babel crumbled to dust beneath him. Snapping his fingers, causing his clothes to reappear on his body from the nothingness that Seraphina had sent them to. His eyes followed after her as she gleefully danced through the air.

"Thank you for giving me this chance to experience this form once again," Seraphina said sweetly before her ghostly lips pressed against his as her hands held onto his face.

Tucking his wings against his back as her own folded in around him. Listening to the cries of the mortals before they returned to the present era. However, he was not expecting Metatron to be standing there when they returned to his realm. Noting the jealous look in her eyes as her arms were crossed beneath her 32G breasts as she stared at her sister.

"Really, Seraphina, after the gripe you gave me for traveling back in time?!" Metatron grumbled. "And where do you think you're going?" she intoned, her left three pearl white wings jutted out, stopping Ira from slinking off.

"I'm only taking a page out of your own book, dear sister," Seraphina stated, pulling Ira back into her.

Ira felt rather small between the two towering Seraphims. How he just wanted to fade into the shadows, not wishing to get in-between the two titans if it came to blows, yet Seraphina's hold on him was like iron keeping him pinned against her.

"Ira? Tell me did you enjoy being with my sister more than me?"

Ira heard none of it; all his mind could do was focus on how excellent those breasts of hers looked like as they bounced beneath her robe. "Huh? What?" Ira stammered. Not enjoying the smile Metatron had on her lips at that moment.

"Ira, don't you want to touch them?" Metatron asked, referring to her breasts. "Don't you want to see them, kiss them, bury your face in them?" Watching how Ira nodded vehemently to her questions. "You've had your fun Seraphina, it's time for the rest of us to get our own time in," she stated, reaching forward and pulling Ira away from Seraphina.

"Metatron?!" Seraphine growled.

"Don't blame me, sister, speak to Father about why he gave you a small bust," Metatron gloated, feeling Ira drooling as he rubbed his face along the undersides of her breasts. Her boasting came to cease when she felt Ira stilling beneath her.

"Sorry, Metatron, but we're going to have to revisit this at a later date," Ira said, pulling himself away when he felt his sister looking for him back on Earth as much as it pained him to leave her side. Yet he still had to keep up the appearance that he was still a normal teenage boy. "I promise, I will see that royal purple form of yours again," he stated with a lustful smile. Seeing how she blushed when he said those words before fading from his realm.

Anger and hatred burned in her heart. His face haunted her every waking moment. How she wanted the man to pay! Yet the cops couldn't or wouldn't do anything to arrest the man. It would seem the man could get away with anything, like raping her! Feathers flew about her room as she stabbed her pillow with a pair of scissors. Venting her frustration out upon that inanimate object when, as much as her anger burned her soul, she just couldn't bring herself to do what her mind had thought countless times. Hearing the Islamic prayer playing loudly through the city. Cursing up at the ceiling in Arabic, wondering why Allah would allow such a man to hold such a position within the mosque and government. Then she heard something, something that sounded like paper flapping in the air. Turning her head, there within the strewn of feathers floating about was something that shouldn't be. Her hand snatched it from the air before her mind could stop her.

"You want vengeance on the man that raped you, yes?" The first line read. Tossing it on her bed as she ran around her room, tearing it apart. Looking for a microphone or camera, that was the only way anyone could know she's been talking about it. Seeing how it would get her killed if she did so outside of her home. Her chest heaved as she surveilled the state of disarray her room had become in her quest only to turn up empty. Stomping back over to her bed, the paper rustled as she violently grabbed it from the top of the covers. "Do you want the man to pay for his sins?" She nodded without thinking. She had no clue what was happening or how that weird paper appeared in her room, yet the man needed to pay! Wondering if this was a sign from Allah, wondering if her prayers had been answered. "Good, very good." A little taken aback when it seemed that the author of that mysterious paper knew exactly what she was thinking. Which was impossible! "How far are you willing to go to ensure your vengeance is meted out?"​