Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"I need you to take Anael to my shrine and let her recover there until she's better," Ira said, looking up as Mephistopheles just hovered over them, just looking at him and only him. He knew she wanted something. He had a feeling of what that was. Nevertheless, that was just an assumption he could be totally wrong.

"Yes, Father, I will obey," Azza said, keeping her sadness from her voice as she slid around him. A soft whimper escaped her lips as Ira caressed her right cheek. She felt a tingling sensation deep within her womanhood as she peered into her father's eyes and saw the love he had for her, her sisters and brothers in them. "I'll make sure she doesn't push herself; she's like her mother sometimes," she stated, repeating what her own mother had said about Anael.

"Thank you, Azza, now you don't give your sister any grief, hear me?" Ira uttered in a fatherly voice as he gave Anael a side glance.

"Never, Father, I would never do that to my sister," Anael replied, inhaling deeply as she placed a loving kiss on Ira's left cheek. Slyly brushing her breasts along Ira's chest as her wings extended before floating slowly to her sister's side, who wrapped her arm around her waist.

"Don't worry, we'll have some father-daughter time later," Ira said, winking at the two of them before they blinked out of existence to his realm. Lifting his chin, his eyes watched how Mephistopheles slowly drifted down to hover in front of him. Curiously studying the helmet she wore as her golden eyes burned within the darkness that dwelled within it. He wondered why she was wearing it in the first place. As his eyes moved down her body from the black corset she was wearing to the black, hole-riddled dress, he ignored the whispers in his ears to take up arms and smite those who opposed him. He knew what she represented. He had, after all, read Dante's Inferno two years ago.

"Greetings, Suriel Zol, Lord of Atlantis," doing a showy bow to him, which put Ira immediately on edge, "allow me to introduce myself. I was once the angel of love, now I'm the Lord of Violence such as those that come to find their souls in my domain for I am Mephistopheles," she introduced herself as she rose to her full height of twenty feet. Hoping the light of the sun was playing favorably along the tops of her 32L breasts.

"Hello," Ira greeted. "Mind telling me why you showed up with my daughters?"

"They sought to aid you, they sensed your battle, and they wished to offer you their aid. I'm pleased to see how you are with your angelic children," Ira wondered if she was smiling or smirking beneath that helmet of hers, "yet they cannot fly, so I offered them my aid," Mephistopheles spoke as her eyes ran down his body. She knew of the two forms he took; unlike Allocen, she preferred this side of him instead of the demon that dwells within him.

"I assume it was out of the kindness of your own heart," Ira said sarcastically.

"You wound me, Suriel Zol," Mephistopheles uttered, laying her hand over her heart in mock indignation. "I would never, ever subject your children to a pact with me. After all, you and I have much to discuss," she said, shrinking down to a humanoid size as she began to float towards him.

"And what do you and I have to discuss?" Ira asked, wondering if he could get her to state what she was after. Then again, like all the rest of the angels, she would most likely see through his ploy, given her age.

"There's no need to play coy, Suriel Zol," Mephistopheles cooed, feeling his power at her fingertips as her hand rested on his upper left chest. "You know why I'm here, why we all seek you. However, there is something I wish to discuss with you before I show you why all men sought my presence in their bed."

"And that would be?"

"Please, my Lord, not here, not where he..." Ira's eyes glanced up when she nodded skywards, "can listen to our discussion," Mephistopheles said, seductively brushing her body against his left arm, hoping that he would hear her request before they got down to their coupling. Not that she wasn't looking forward to it, given how Belial boasted how sublime it felt to finally experience her true self once again, and how he had her body humming during their sex wasn't something to laugh at. She noted how Belial's body seemed to be shining during their conversation as she informed the rest of them what it was like being with Suriel Zol.

"And where would that be?"

"Trust me, Suriel Zol, I know the perfect place where you and I can get to know each other," Mephistopheles purred as she moved to hover in front of him, pressing her now G-size breasts into his chest. She noted how his eyes dipped low, eyeing the tops of her breasts. They all knew how he was drawn to their breasts, given how he had lavished Allocen's and Belial's when they had had sex with one another.

"Odd thing to say from one that is known as the Lord of Lies," Ira stated, trying not to get aroused as those heavenly pillows pancaked out against his chest. He wondered once again if she was smiling beneath that helmet of hers as he called her by another title she had earned over the eons.

"I promise, Suriel Zol, I would never lie to another angel, man, yes, an angel like yourself, never," Mephistopheles said sweetly. Praying that he heard her request as her wings circled around them and teleported them to Fourth Heaven.

Ira instantly knew where they were. How could he not know? It was his realm, after all, as he peered around at what the garden had shaped the area to represent the Seventh Circle. He watched how Mephistopheles ambled around; it appeared to him she was missing home as she laid her hand on the bark of the nearest tree. He did feel for her, honest. He couldn't imagine what it was like to never once again to step foot in the place you called home.

"Do you know why I brought us here and not my palace in Hell?" Mephistopheles asked, keeping her back to him.

"Not a clue."

"Do you know why I wear this helmet?"

"Again, no, what does that have to do with you bringing me here?" Ira asked, keeping his annoyance from his voice.

"Because here you can do what only my Father can," Mephistopheles said, her hands rose, taking hold of the sides of her helmet and began to lift it off her head.

Ira watched how it clanged and bounced along the ground when it fell from her hands, coming to a rocking stop as it came to a rest in the nock of the roots of a tree. Arching an eyebrow when her flaming red hair cascaded down her back, he wondered why she would hide her hair like that; from what he saw, it was rather beautiful. He kept his shock and horror from his face when Mephistopheles turned around to face him. Where her face should be was nothing but the skeletal structure of her face. He sensed it wasn't cut from her face during the Civil War in Heaven but ripped from her skull, given the chunks of muscle that still clung to her bones.

"My sister did this to me; I'm hoping that you, Lord of Fourth Heaven, will give me back what was taken from me."

"And what are you offering to me in exchange?" Ira asked, crossing his arms across his chest, arching an eyebrow when Mephistopheles sank down to her knees before him. That was not something he was expecting from one of the Lords of Hell.

"Anything and everything in my power to give you, my Lord," Mephistopheles answered, prostrating herself to him. She would humiliate herself for the chance to be whole again if need be.

"And why would your sister do such a thing to you?" Ira asked, mulling over what she had said. He didn't need a sex slave; he knew she would line his bed whenever he wanted her. He had no use of power, obviously, nor did he need money. He could create whatever he needed. However, what he didn't have was a way to keep his family safe, namely his daughters, sons, and his sister, who resided in Hell. So, if he could get her to keep her machinations away from his family, he would take it.

"She was always jealous that Father chose me to be the angel of love. When I was it, man knew a love so pure that all this cheating and betraying these humans do to their spouses was nonexistent. To my sister, she thinks love is only a thing to be played with, which is why man's world has become the way it is these days," Mephistopheles stated truthfully. "While I may never hold that title again, but if you see it in your power, I swear to you, Suriel Zol, I will always honor our bargain," she said, reaching forward, resting her left hand just above Ira's right knee.

While Ira found it disturbing to be talking to what he equated to Skeletor. Still, he did feel for her. He didn't know how messed up he would be if his own sister ripped off his own face. To do what with it, he wouldn't have a clue, nor did he want to know. If he knew his sister, she'd go all Wrong Turn on his ass.

"If I agree to restore you, you will never move against any of my family members for eternity," Ira stated, peering down into her golden eyes.

"You have my word, Suriel Zol; I, Mephistopheles, Lord of Violence, Ruler of the Seventh Circle, promise from this day forth and until the end of time I shall never move against your family," Mephistopheles responded as she peered up at him. How she wished she had lips so she could have felt his passion as Ira leaned down and sealed their pact.

"This might hurt," Ira warned as he covered her face with his hands. His Nagdaium' ReGenesis form washed over his body, and his angelic light flared off the palms of his hands as it flooded the area around him. Once it was done, he felt himself instantly getting hard at one of the most beautiful faces he'd ever seen; then again, all the angels he'd met were top-tier supermodel quality. Yet Ira could see why she was once the angel of love. He wondered how Aphrodite would take having competition for that title. He watched how her eyes quivered as the tips of her fingers traced along her newly restored face.

"Thank you, Suriel Zol; you don't know how I've waited for this day to be able to touch my face and not be disgusted with what I felt," Mephistopheles said, peering up at Ira, reaching forward and running her hands up his thighs. "My lord, might I be able to do something for you?" she purred; she couldn't wait to put her new lips to use. Her golden eyes flickered down when she noted the movement within his pants. Her chest rose as she watched what she presumed was his cock inching down the thigh of his right leg. Feeling her body heating at the thought of experiencing only what her Father could ever give her until Ira came onto the stage.

"You might," Ira answered coyly.

"Good," Mephistopheles cooed, using her power to remove hers and Ira's clothes from their bodies. Her nostrils flared, as her pupils widened as Ira's cock dangled before her face. Her mind recounted all the years she serviced her father. She didn't hesitate as she leaned forward, teasing his growing mushroom top with her lips. Her hands rested on Ira's thighs as her tongue teased it mercilessly before her lips claimed it. Her golden eyes peered up at him as her head rocked along his long pole, making sure he enjoyed what she was doing to him. She would have given him the world if it meant getting her face back. Since he didn't ask for that, she was determined to show him just how good it would be whenever they were together.

Her fingers took hold of tufts of his hair as her thighs pressed tightly against the sides of Ira's head as she writhed in bliss at the touch of his tongue within her hot pussy. Her back arched, her angelic light flared out of her eyes and mouth as her essence began to harmonize for the first time in eons. Her nectar ran down her the crack of her ass, igniting new growth on the land she was laying on. Her wail of pleasure flowed through the trees as Ira tweaked her nipples while his free hand positioned his cock at her welcoming entrance. Her body began to lift off the ground, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his cock so deep within her. The spark all angelic beings had and felt was arcing like crazy within her. After so long without the touch of her father, Mephistopheles didn't take long to explode into a black vapor, touching the surrounding area in her essence.

Ira watched how she just danced through the trees. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt her gaseous cunt sliding back down his cock as her body solidified on top of his lap.

"Let's go again!" Mephistopheles exclaimed with a devious smile on her lips as she began to bounce on Ira's slick pole.

Ira was not expecting Mephistopheles to be the clingy type after sex, yet she wouldn't let him go for a good thirty minutes after she had made him cum. So he knew while she snuggled against him, she was already pregnant with his child. Not that he minded having another one; that was what he and Yahweh had agreed upon. He was beginning to understand how taxing it must have been for Yahweh to service all his daughters. Then again, he was a god, and he could be everywhere at once while he himself was limited to his corporeal form. He wasn't about to rid himself of the last of his human self that would only lead to his own destruction. Feeling her soft touch on his right cheek as she turned his gaze towards her.

"I promise, Suriel Zol, you will be seeing more of me now that I know how good this feels deep inside of me," Mephistopheles purred, rubbing Ira's covered manhood. "When our daughter is born, you must visit my palace to see her. You will, won't you? Good," she sighed softly as she snuggled closer to him, nestling his arm in the depths of her breasts when Ira nodded. Her eyes watched how it seemed to her that someone was calling for him when Ira sat up straighter and looked around, yet no voice could be heard. "Go; I've kept you long enough from your duties, Suriel. We will see each other again," Mephistopheles cooed, pulling him down and planting a rather steamy kiss on his lips. Biting her lip as she watched how he faded into the shadows of his realm to where she didn't know. Nonetheless, she knew she would be visiting his realm greatly now that she's had a taste of what he could do, and she had to admit she would become addicted to his cock.

"Ah, so Mor's mate heard Mor's call, did he?" Mor asked as her hands rested on her hips when Ira walked out of the shadow of the nearest tree.

"Hard not to Mor when you're screaming in my head," Ira said, slipping his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

"Well... Mor's mate should visit Mor before he sees to the Lords of Hell," Mor stated, looking hurt if a demon could look hurt.

"Couldn't help it Mor, Aamon, and Angra Mainyu weren't harmed, were they?" Ira asked, concerned about his daughter's welfare.

"They are strong; Mor's mate shouldn't worry about them; Mor gives Mor's mate very strong offspring," Mor stated, nodding her head; her black hair bounced and swayed as she did.

"So... why are we here, Mor?"

"To teach," Mor stated, smiling, revealing her needle-like teeth.

"Teach?" Ira muttered, confused, looking left and right as he felt Ardat Lili, and Avalon took hold of his arms. He was not liking the grins on his daughter's lips when he noted them. He so didn't want to know what could make a demon smile like they were doing. While he normally wouldn't be able to see Avalon's face given the dark shroud that covered her face like it did his horns, yet in his realm, that wasn't a problem for him. He just kept his eyes from her mouth that stretched literally from ear to ear with conical teeth lining her upper and lower jaw as they interlocked with one another.

"Yes, Mor must teach Mor's children on how to please their father," Mor said, nodding like that was supposed to be common sense to Ira.

"Don't worry, Father, I promise you'll enjoy it better than you did when you laid with Mephistopheles. She will never be able to please you like I can," Ardat Lili cooed, her breasts laid on top of Ira's right shoulder, given how she stood a good foot taller than Ira in her humanoid form.

"We promise we'll always please you, Father," Avalon said lustfully as her tail wrapped around Ira's right leg as her hand rubbed along his groin. She peered out of the left corner of her eye as Aswang and Bolvaril strung up the 'Golden net' their mother had asked Samuel for, knowing if it could hold a god, they knew it would be able to hold their father while they had their way with him. They knew they couldn't keep it since Samuel had given them a very limited time for its use.

"Now, Mor's mate, do enjoy this," Mor said before using her vast power to fling Ira back into the net.

"What's the meaning of this?!" Ira growled as the moment his body touched those thin golden threads, he knew he was immobile.

"Shh," Mor cooed, placing her finger on his lips. "Mor would never harm Mor's mate, not unless Mor's mate wanted Mor to do so. They're nervous, so the best way for them to learn is for Mor's mate to be bound for the moment. Mor must thank Samuel," nodding her head, "Samuel said it would do this, and he didn't lie. Mor must give that vampire a..." Moving her hand like she was jacking off a cock, "but the gift won't last long, so we must be quick." Ira, on the other hand, swore he would get even with that vampire once he was free.

"Worry not, Father, we will give you plenty of strong children," Rogthakel spoke from behind him and to his left. Batibat just spoke in pops and clicks as she nodded along as her lower set of arms played with her bare breasts.

And so, for the next four hours of Atlantean time, the wails of demons filled the air of Fourth Heaven. Ardat Lili went back for seconds and thirds to show Ira that she was a better daughter than Aamon and Angra Mainyu would ever be to him. She felt how overflowing her womb was with his cum as she laid on the ground in exhaustion; she purposely kept her legs spread so Ira could watch how his cum oozed out of her pussy. A place that would only be for him and him alone to soil.

"Honey, are you okay?" Cora asked, leaning on her hand as she laid on her side; her fingers danced along his bare chest after they had made love in the room Alyda was kind enough to allow her to use.

"Yeah, why?"

"You just seem different than before," Cora stated. It wasn't hard for her to sense how he hummed, at least to her angelic side. She noted how frightened Alyda, Ruth, Sue, and Vikki all were when he had come home a few hours ago. While she was never afraid of her son, even when she just thought he was only an incubus, she was just scared something would happen to him, and she couldn't do a thing about it.

"Just what I've been fighting should be coming to an end soon, at least for a little while," Ira said, reassuring his mother.

"Oh?" Cora spoke, causing her voice to raise an octave. "So then I won't have to worry about you going off to who knows where fighting who knows what?" she asked with hope.

"That's what Ba'al told me," Ira nodded.

"Goodie!" Cora exclaimed, throwing her arms around Ira's neck, and rubbed her bare breasts into his body to reignite her son's manhood for another round. However, that wasn't meant to be, as a scream of pain filled the house, causing the two of them to bolt upright.

"Ira!" Sue screamed at the top of her lungs as she raced towards Cora's room. Pressing her hands against the molding of the door as she tried to catch her breath and tried not to get aroused at the sight before her as her eyes ran down his naked body.

"What's wrong?" Ira asked, preparing himself for a fight if there was to be one.

"It's Mom; she's gone into labor," Sue answered, taking a dry, nervous swallow when she felt his power flooding the room when he thought there was trouble.

"Oh!" Ira uttered, snapping his fingers and dressing himself, only to look down when his mother took hold of his wrist.

"You're not going without me; that's my grandbaby," Cora said in all seriousness.

"Ruth and Vikki already helped Mom to our place in Hell; Bridgett is there too," Sue said from over her shoulder as she quickly climbed down the stairs.

"Hey," his hand was light and caring on Sue's shoulder when they got to the landing of the first floor, "it's going to be okay," Ira reassured her. He was not expecting her to hug him so abruptly out of the blue. Not that he was complaining; he greatly enjoyed every time he could have Sue's body pressed against him. Only a fool would deny themselves the exquisite feel of it. Hearing her inhale as she nuzzled his neck as he rubbed her back.

"I love you, Ira. Please never leave me," Sue whispered into his ear low so his mother wouldn't hear. Ever since their lunch at the mall and their visit to the club below it before this all started, she's been debating on whether or not she should tell him how she felt. Sure, she had to sleep around to live, like she knew he did, just not as much as she had to do these days. That didn't take away the feelings she had for him, and she knew her sisters felt the same way.

"Not going to happen, Sue; we still have the prom to attend," Ira said softly; his hand instinctively ran down her back only to find its home on her very taut ass.

"Good," Sue sighed, resting her head on Ira's left shoulder before she led the two through the doorway to her ancestral home in Hell.

"That bastard!" Alyda howled the moment they walked through the door.

Cora pressed her lips together as she noted her son's confused and frightened look on his face. "Nah-uh, the father shouldn't be running off," she said, her hand clamped down on Ira's upper right arm, keeping him from returning to Earth.

"Push, Mom," Vikki ordered as her head was beneath the sheet while Ruth helped their mother focus on her breathing. Rita blew Ira a kiss when Cora and Sue pushed Ira up to her mother's right side. The three of them chuckled when Alyda reached up, her arms wrapped around Ira's neck, and brought him down to her chest, pressing Ira against her vast bosom as she screamed out bloody mur*er as her labor pains grew, also cursing Ira's manhood for doing this to her. "I see the head!" she called out, cradling the child's head, noting how her little horns were mostly straight as they rose from her scalp until it got three-fourths of the way up the horns before bending inward with the tips curving back out. "No wonder she was in pain; I'd be cursing too if that was scraping through my pussy," Vikki said to herself as her sibling's shoulders inched out of her mother's birthing canal.

A smile rose on the corner of her lips when she noted the baby's sex. Vikki knew she was going to be an awesome sister and sister-in-law to her as she peered over the sheet at Ira and her mother, seeing the relief on her mother's face when the baby's feet left her mother's very sore cunt. "Ira, do you want to cut the cord?" Vikki asked, keeping her thoughts to herself when she felt how similar her baby sister was to Bridgett in a sense, given her sister had more human in her than Bridgett did.

Wincing as her sister let out a cry, unbeknownst to her, they were within the bubble that cry had caused before it burst and sent a shockwave throughout the fabric of Hell. Every demon's eyes turned to the source; some had fear within their eyes when they felt her power; others had gleams of schemes of how to use that power for their own gain. However, as they zoned in on the Second Circle only to cower in fear as a dark figure rose over them. Dread filled their bodies as that figure spread its six wings, being haloed by the dark red fires of Hell. Purple lightning of his incubus demon arced off his spear tip nails, and his red eyes glowed in his vast power. That same energy crawled up his horns as his crown burned brightly between them, as well as his halo. The smarter ones turned tail at the Prince of Hell and fled back to their domains. Nonetheless, those who were foolish enough to test their luck were soon vaporized with a simple twitch of his finger. Sensing their approach, Ira turned back to his newest daughter as the Lords of Hell drew near. Moving his hand over her, cleaning her of the blood and afterbirth that marred her skin after he had cut the cord.

"I have a deal for you, Alyda; I will heal you for a kiss," Ira said, wiggling his eyebrows as he stared down at her once their child rested in Alyda's arms.

"Mmm, deal," Alyda cooed as she pulled Ira to her lips. Instantly, her back arched as Ira placed his hand on her stomach, flooding her body since only demons can heal for a price. At first, she was overwhelmed by the vast difference he once was only a few days ago compared to now. While yes, she was still in pain, yet that wasn't what was threatening to drown her in that sea of lust that flooded her body as his incubus energies filled her being.

"So what shall we name her?" Ira asked, gazing down at his consort as the rest of them gathered around Alyda's bed, waiting to hear the name of the newest member of the Roderick line.

"Bellatrix," Alyda answered, looking down at her daughter with the loving eyes of a mother.

"That's a lovely name," Cora said, placing a hand on Alyda's lower thigh, watching how Alyda handed Ira little Bellatrix. A wave of fear raced up her spine as she felt massive powers moving their way with her mother at the head of them. She wondered why she hadn't felt them before they were nearly on top of them. "Honey," drawing closer to Ira, who was tracing his finger along the ridge of Bellatrix's nose as he stared down at his daughter, "would you mind if I hold her for a moment?" she asked, bringing her son's gaze up to her own.

"Sure, watch over her while I go see why they're here," Ira said low, getting a nod from his mother as Cora cradled her granddaughter in her arms.

"What?" Bridgett asked when Ira looked over at her. "I want to know why they're all here too. Plus, you might need a hand," she supplied as her black hair brushed along the front of the gothic-style red shirt she was wearing. Blowing Vikki a kiss as she followed Ira out of the room, her eyes ran down the back of her brother's back, wondering what he had been doing to feel so different to her.

"Luci, want to tell me why you and the squad are here?" Ira asked the moment he stepped out onto the balcony of Alyda's home that was built into the cliff that surrounded the Second Circle.

"A call was sent out, and we came to witness the birth of an angel," Lucifer said truthfully, with the others nodding along.

"Ah, I see, and you're intentions?"

"We only wish to see our newest sister," Zophiel spoke for the rest of them, hoping to entice Ira back to her bed for another two days of pleasure as she showed off her body to him without doing so, given how she and the rest knew that Lucifer and Mephistopheles were pregnant without being told they were. "Greetings, Princess; I do hope you've heeded what Fate has shown you," she said, eyeing Bridgett.

"I have, although, might we speak alone afterwards?" Bridgett asked with a knowing grin.

"Certainly, I assume it involves what we have discussed before?"

"It might," Bridgett nodded.

"I'll be waiting," Zophiel said, running her gaze down Ira's body.

"I know Ira will be more than happy to settle any debts," Bridgett grinned wickedly at her brother, stepping to the side as the Eight powers of the realm entered Alyda's home all but one. "I'll keep an eye on them," she said low, slipping back into the house.

Ira's burgundy eyes moved down a lone angel as her ass leaned against the edge of the stone railing. Her wings sat nestled against her back, and her golden eyes stared at him as the two waited for one of them to speak. Her hands rested on the hilt of her rapier as the blade was pressed by her thighs, and her pink lips lifted into a smile as she held his attention.

"Greetings, Suriel Zol; I know we haven't met before yet. I'm hoping you already know about me?" Apollyon asked, hoping that she could sire something as strong as what she had felt from a child that had only a thirty percent angel within her body. She knew if a child that was born from a time he was weaker than he is now, she pondered just what a daughter from him now would become. She questioned herself if that would be enough to hold off her other sisters if it ever came to that. She was the weakest of the Fallen Lords. It was only because of Lucifer stepping in that had kept her sister Samael from absorbing her power and realm. Not to save her, Lucifer knew that would make Samael too powerful, and Lucifer wasn't ever going to let her grip on her throne go easily.

"Hello, Apollyon," Ira said, inclining his head to her, noting the spark in her eyes when he didn't need to be introduced to her.

"You must forgive my intrusion at this time for drawing you away from them. I was hoping you'd grant me a moment to speak with you. I'm hoping soon I'll be able to see you gracing my halls. The angel of Death has need of companionship if you ever need... rest," Apollyon purred, drawing out the last word.

Ira just nodded as Apollyon walked past him, her hand resting lightly on his arm; her soft touch was a taunting reminder of what awaited him when he did decide to grace her Circle. However, as his gaze fell on the tower that dominated the Second Circle, also where Asmodan resided with her daughter Beth. He knew since Alyda had just given birth then, Beth shouldn't be too far behind her.

He also knew they were going to need a stable food source, given they wouldn't have the time to seek out someone to feed their demon. A wicked smile formed on his lips at whom he knew could serve as an unyielding food source for his child. He wouldn't allow him anywhere near Sue, Vikki, Alyda, or Rita. Looking back to the interior of Alyda's ancestral home, noting how Sue stood there in front of a couch from the Victorian era, feeling his body hardening as she gave him that sexy little smirk of hers as she held out her hand to him. Her spear-tipped, spiked tail wrapped around his waist when he stepped up to her side. With a flick of her wrist, the double glass doors swung silently closed as she drew herself up against his chest while her fingers caressed the outline of his cock.

Andrew was nodding his head as his music played in his headphones as he sat at his desk. His pen tapped on his notebook as he stared down at his homework. It was the only thing he could think of to keep his mind distracted enough to not think about sex. A topic that's been plaguing his mind ever since Ira brought him back from the dead. A snippet of a memory fragment flared in his mind's eye, and he shivered in fear for a second and shook it off. He knew he was doing his part in keeping the rumors down about what was going on with Ira lately. He was not about to go back to that pit. His grip on his pen tightened as her face flashed before his eyes.

Sheer terror crept up his spine, knowing he couldn't fail. The only solace in all this was that Ira might lessen his anger with him to return his manhood to him. That's why he was home, actually doing his homework for once in his high school life instead of out with his friend's he so didn't need anyone knowing he was a Ken doll. So he hid out in his room, something he knew his mother enjoyed. However, his body stilled, his mind began to race, his hand shot to his chest, looking down as blood-red letters appeared and pulsated on his skin, hissing like mad as those strange symbols were seared into his skin and to keep his parents from coming to his room. That was the last thing he needed... his legs kicked his desk chair backwards as he watched an inky black substance oozed out from the growing cracks in the walls and spread out like it was alive before encasing him in darkness.

"Look, sisters, a tasty snack." Aswang's smooth, demonic voice drifted within the darkness.

"Mmm... yes... taste that fear; I wonder if Father will allow me a nibble," Bolvaril said cruelly as her face pierced the darkness.

Andrew's child-like womanly scream rang out at the sight of her. He tried to hold his bowels in as he jumped around like a cricket as murderous laughter surrounded him. Cold sweat beaded down his skin as he wondered what he had done to be sent back.

"Ira! You can't do this to me! We had a deal!" Andrew screamed, knowing that was the only thing he knew that would keep Ira from claiming his soul.

"You think this is Hell, little mortal?" Angra Mainyu asked, smiling cruelly, revealing her canine-like fangs as she showed herself.

"You think our Father would break his deal with you, unclean one? We know your sin. We know what you did to our Princess," Avalon spoke angrily as her demonic powers thrust outwards, taking Andrew by the throat and lifting him off his feet. He so didn't want to know who this father they were talking about if it sounded like the flaming-faced woman seemed cowed by this person.

"Sister, you know Father's order. We may torment the human, but we are not to harm him as we bring this thing to his feet." Andrew pissed himself as a giant face appeared over him out of nowhere.

"Ew... sister, the human soiled himself on you. You best cut it off; you'll never get the stink off," Avalon said, disgusted at the sight.

"Please... let me go, I'm sorry," Andrew said between sobs.

"Aw, he's broken; it takes all the fun out of it for me," Oroan bemoaned as he removed the veil from around Andrew. "I'm going back to Father; he's pathetic," he spat sadly, kicking an imaginary rock as he faded into the shadows of Hell. Only to stop in his tracks when he stumbled upon his father there deep within the darkness of Hell, standing on that ledge, enjoying the torment taking place before him.

"Come, Oroan, let's watch for a moment; got you something, think you'll like it," Ira said low, holding out a popcorn bucket to his right. "Thought this might be more your thing than actual popcorn," he stated over the wails of the souls that found themselves bound to the bowl that sat to the right of Lucifer's throne. He had borrowed a few for this occasion; he knew they would reappear in it once Oroan consumed them, so he knew his grandmother wouldn't be too upset about it.

Oroan's silver shark-like teeth flashed, getting Ira's attention then it actually breached his son's darkness as he stared down into the bucket. "Father, is this for me? All of it?" Oroan asked, salivating at the prospect of feasting on such wickedness.

"Mmmhmm, enjoy," Ira said, flashing Oroan a smile. Ira stepped to the left when Oroan was a little too eager when he dug into the bucket. Looking oddly at his son when Oroan was licking the now empty bucket clean.

"Forgive me, Father, I let myself get carried away," Oroan said, pondering why he was feeling bashful. Questioning on whether or not this was what his sisters were feeling.

"No need to apologize, Oroan, you're a demon; if you didn't do that, I'd be worried," Ira joked, "Want more?"

"Yes," Oroan's lust-filled demonic voice growled as he held out the bucket to him. His eyes watched his father as Ira laughed at Andrew's current pleas as his siblings were feeding on the terror they could produce from the mortal. A greedy thought filled his mind as he turned back to the bucket.

"Ira, just what did you do to him?" Beth asked, looking questionably at Ira when Andrew cowered in a fetal ball on the tiles of her mother's grand balcony when Ira suddenly appeared on their tower.

"Took the kids out for a little dinner, it was amusing, wasn't it, shit for brains?" Ira asked, kicking Andrew's shins.

"Ira, what's going on? Why did you bring Andrew to Hell, to here specifically?" Beth inquired, feeling her mother joining her side in confusion.

"Oh, this..." pointing down at Andrew, "is my servant, became such when I brought you back from the dead, didn't you?" Ira asked coldly, peering down at him.

"Yes..."

"Tell them why you were dead in the first place?" Ira prodded.

"I... tried to Ra*e his sister... please Ira, what do you want? I'll do whatever, but call off those things," Andrew pleaded from deep within his ball of shame.

"Don't insult my children," Ira intoned, "as to why I threw this scum to your feet. If my children are to grow strong, you need a more reliable source than roaming the bars, so I'm offering you two the use of my servant since his soul and body are mine to do with as I wish, So use him as much as you want if you're hungry, here or on Earth, it matters not to me. As long as you don't harm him physically, you may do what you wish with him,"

"Thank you, Your Highness, we'll make good use out of this... man," Asmodan spoke, stepping forward. Scowling in disgust as she peered down at Andrew as his scream was like a gnat in her ear as he peered over his hands. "I'm pleased, my Lord, that you think of your consorts in this manner. I understand it that Alyda has had her child? And I must commend you on producing such a strong child. Might I ask, my Prince, will you be here when Beth has your child, and will the other Lords attend as well like I know they are over there right this moment," she said, pointing over at Alyda's home.

"Most likely, and yes," Ira said with a nod.

"Good, I'm glad, then I must inform you, Lord of Atlantis, you will once again be a father," Asmodan said, placing his hand on her stomach. A warm smile graced her lips when she felt his thumb brush along her stomach. "I know you have much to do, but please, stay with us, if only for a short while," she cooed, enticing Ira to line her bed once again.

"Stay there, Andrew, if you don't want to be set upon by the imps. I'll take you back to Earth once I've had my ride," Beth said, standing over Andrew in her demon form.

"B-B-Beth, is that you?" Andrew stammered.

"It is, so you'd better be good enough to take my mind off of not being with Ira when I'm hungry," Beth said in an uncaring tone.

"But how... I...?" In all his fright, he failed to notice that he felt something... different. Andrew's hand shot down to his crotch as he touched his covered cock. He was about to cry out in joy until Ira turned back to him, those red burgundy eyes of his bored into him. It almost felt like he could feel the sharp nails on Ira's fingers as he began to crush his soul.

"I've returned that part of you only when they want sex. Until then, you're still nothing more than a Ken doll," Ira said dispassionately down at Andrew.

"Right, no moving, whatever you say, Beth, I'll prove to be the best fuck buddy you'll ever have," Andrew said, staring up at Beth with hope in his eyes.

"Don't you want to know what we are?" Beth asked, confused at Andrew's behavior. She's always known him to be a cocky sort of man until recently, for the past month or so, ever since Andrew reappeared after he had been gone for a few days. If she remembered correctly, Andrew didn't reappear until Mark accused Ira of doing something with Andrew. She just wondered what Ira had done to him for Andrew to be acting like a little pussy at her feet.

"No," shaking his head, "don't care what you are, I'm finally going to have sex again. You could be anything, and I wouldn't care," Andrew said, reaching weakly out to Beth's left foot. "I'll do whatever you want, Beth, please, please, let me have sex. You have no idea how maddening it is not to be able to touch yourself like you once could do."

"And what did Ira do to you?"

"He killed me, but it's that woman that I fear so much," Andrew said in a cold sweat, hoping that just being in Hell, she wouldn't appear before him. His skin crawled when Beth's fork tongue ran along her lips as a sadistic light appeared within her ruby eyes.

"Well, you just lay there, and I may sit on your face and let you eat Ira's creampie out of me if you say you'll do anything," Beth spoke evilly as she walked into her home to catch up to her mother and Ira.

Ira was sitting outside on the bench of a picnic table, just enjoying the hate the normal students threw at him as he simply relaxed, watching the students walking by. However, he wasn't the only one who was drawn to a strange voice as it began to sing. Looking over to Beth and Shea, noting the frightened look in their eyes when they sensed an angel was on the material plane. He found it odd that an angel would be at his school, not that it hadn't happened before, yet the Heavenly host tended to keep their appearances in Fourth Heaven, so they didn't need to mask their true appearances from him if they wanted to move amongst the mortals. Sharing a nod with the two of them as they scampered to get their things and get out of sight of whichever angel had come down to Earth.

He did find whoever was singing Sarah McLachlan's 'Angel' an odd choice of song when they were indeed an angel. Peering down at his hand when, he felt his own angelic half harmonizing as he drew near to the source of the singing. His feet carried him along the walkway as if they knew where to go as the other students moved past him on their way to lunch or to their fifth-period class. Ira didn't care about school any longer since he only went to have some normalcy in his life. Yet he was growing a little uneasy when the students who had just been minding their own business stopped, turned to face one another, and stepped back to the edge of the walkway. Ira was curious as it seemed to cause a wave, only ending when the ring of people who were surrounding the singer parted, revealing Rikbiel. A smile rose along her lips in response to his own.

Her voice was like velvet on the air as she slowly sauntered along the walkway. Her purple robe swayed inches above the concrete as she walked towards him. Nevertheless, it wasn't hard for him to notice how sensual her words were as she sang and how her body moved. This wasn't how she normally acted around him; his mind flashed back to the time where she had cut in when his mother was dancing for him. Seeing the lust in her eyes as she drew near, her fingertips danced along his cheeks as her hands brought Ira down to her lips. He felt her body heat as his hands ran along her hips. As he pulled her into him as her tongue rolled within his mouth.

"I'm not scared anymore, father. I'm ready," Rikbiel spoke as she pulled away, her golden eyes lustered as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her six wings shimmered into existence and unfurled before wrapping themselves around her father. Loving how her 32E breasts felt pancaking out as she pressed them into his chest before they disappeared into the ether.

"What the fuck?!" Cybil muttered in shock as her eyes just blinked as her mind tried to figure out what the hell she had just witnessed.​