Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"Who's Yahweh?"

"Our great-grandfather, if you want to look at it in a biological lineage, you might know him as God," Ira stated, nodding his head vigorously at Bridgett's 'You're shitting me look.' "Now as to where we're going, we're already here," he said, gesturing to Alyda's family estate.

Bridget could feel the faint taint in the garden as she stared at the gothic inspired exterior of the grand manor yet not given its rather small home in comparison to the vast open space around it.

"I'm currently working on building Samuel a place on the west coast, and the gardens," gesturing to their surroundings, "were the next thing on the list. However, since you're here, why don't you get Vikki and I can show you your private gardens. You each can enter another but only by invitation. So you can have your privacy when you want it," Ira said, smiling when his sister took off towards the house.

"When I get back you're telling me why Samuel gets to live on the west coast and I can't!"

"You ate the last cookie when I was five," Ira called out, a wicked, sinful grin spread across his lips as Bridgett stopped in her tracks. "What, I'm a demon, I'm petty."

"Fucking, asshole," Bridgett muttered, shaking her head as she laughed.

"Ira!" Sue squealed as she ran towards him after showing Bridgett what door to use to get back to Earth. "I missed you, how much longer?" she pouted pressing her 38C into his chest.

"Another day, I'm getting better, so we'll start yours once it's done. I promise."

"We're still going to the prom, right?" Sue asked, with those sultry eyes that always got a rise out of him.

"Oh, yeah, I'm not stupid enough to stand you up."

"Smart boy," Sue purred, leaning in her soft, inviting lips captured his, reminding him why she was his favorite. "I have to go get ready for class; we'll pick this up later tonight."

"Can't wait," Ira spoke watching Sue's swaying ass as she left him with a rather noticeable hard-on. "Anael, stay with Bridgett, Cassiel you'll aid me, your mother says your control is remarkable, after I show Vikki and Bridgett their garden you will help me with finishing Samuel's family's home."

"Yes, Father, I won't let you down," Cassiel said, bowing her head. Keeping her smile from her face when she would be spending it alone with her father, also because her mother was proud of her enough to speak of her skill to her father.

"Father..."

"Anael, you need a friend, you all need friends. I know," holding up his hand when they started to speak, "you're very, very young, but she can give you what I cannot. Seeing how I'm not a woman, and you two are very much women, and she can teach you what that means," Ira said, his hands lightly rubbed their arms.

"I'll... try, for you, Father," Cassiel stated hesitantly.

"I like her, Father, she feels like you," Anael said, with a hint of happiness in her voice.

"I'm glad, plus, you spend half your time in Hell, this way you, Azza, and soon all the fallen can have someone who knows what it's like to be human," Ira said, in a soft fatherly voice. "You know you can't sneak up on me in my own domain, Bridgett," he said, with a smirk.

"So you're what all-seeing or what?"

"All-seeing and all-knowing," Ira said, gloating, chuckling evilly at his sister's groan.

"You are so going to be annoying?!" Bridgett bemoaned, yet noted how Ira was with the two of them. She didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation; however, she was curious to see how her brother was with his kids.

"I know, it's been a blast," Ira said, turning to face his sister. "You two wait here, I won't take long," he spoke to which Anael and Cassiel nodded. "Hey, Vik," Ira greeted shooting her a sinful smile.

"Hello, Ira," Vikki said, in a dreamy voice.

"Sorry, I couldn't be there last night. She... was harder to subdue than I had predicted. You weren't hurt, were you?" Ira asked, his red burgundy eyes ran down her deep blue silk pajamas.

"No, Ira, thank you for asking. Mor and her children... they're yours, aren't they?"

"Wait! You impregnated that demon?! Willingly?!" Bridgett exclaimed in horror.

"Don't judge, Princess of Hell," Ira hissed stating people would find her just as monstrous given her title. "Mor... is well... a demon. Do you expect her to act like you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "But Mor won't harm you, she'll keep you safe if need be. She's powerful, and right now, you need powerful allies. That being said, that's why Azza will be your personal guard along with Ardat Lili and Aswang. Plus, Azza just woke up, so she's a little confused with her body. Hoping you can help her out."

"I can protect myself," Bridgett huffed and crossed her arms.

"Azza is Seraphim class, Bridgett," Ira said, in a stern, truthful voice. "Yeah, like I said, you need allies right now. So take the help that's offered. You'll need it."

"Right, sorry, Ira... this is all..."

"I know sis, just a few weeks ago I was just a normal guy, so, yeah," Ira cut her off. "So, come on, let me show you, your own private garden," he said, gesturing them to follow him.

"So, Ira, who's this Samuel and why does he get to live outside the city and not us?" Bridgett asked, as she and Vikki walked hand in hand after him.

"Because, you are fallen, you've sided with Hell," Ira answered stopping and peering back at her. "Samuel isn't aligned with our mythos that is why you cannot. Now as to what he is, well... he's a vampire," grinning madly at his sister, "oh, and not only that, but he's also this bad ass sex witch, yeah, that's a thing. I can tell you, Vikki, if female sex witches make my demon drunk, Samuel will make you cum with a touch, seen it happen. Ask Missy, she'll confirm it, since I was there. But they're awesome people. Plus, he's a friend, you don't go through what we did and not form that bond. Also, he's the Herald of Hekatê, she's a Titan, yeah, they exist too," he said, loving that slack jawed expression on Bridgett's face. "Never saw them personally, yet, I've felt their power. It even gives me pause. If what Samuel said is true, and I have no doubt it isn't, they are the children of Onoskelis. She... well, you're best off not looking into that too much."

"Why?"

"Because she's bad and fucking strong as fuck. Even still chained she was pushing her way into this reality, if it wasn't for Samuel. It was his spell, his magic that put her back into her confinement. Samuel was also the one who helped me to learn how to tap into the cosmic flow. And yeah, the Nordic gods are real to, and so is the Rainbow Bridge, see what you miss when you go to Vegas?" Ira teased. Transforming into his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form waving his hand, the border around their private garden rumbled.

Sprouts of rose bushes sprung forth answering his call. Growing rapidly before their eyes, within two blinks of an eye a rush of green rippled along those barren, brown branches. Smiling when Bridgett threw her arms around him when black roses bloomed, their sweet fragrance filled the air. "This way," Ira said, nodding towards the entrance. Taking hold of their wrist when Bridgett and Vikki stood at the threshold of that vast area encompassing close to a quarter of the estate that sat in the north-east corner. Silver bracelet's graced their skin when his hands pulled away. "This will hurt," he warned, placing the pad of his index finger over her third eye.

"What the hell, Ira?!" Bridgett hissed, rubbing her forehead in pain.

"Did tell you it would hurt," Ira said, in that brotherly voice.

"What did you do?" Bridgett asked, rubbing the pain away.

"Gave you the key to create this space any way you want." Smiling warmly at their gasps, "But, that key only works in this garden," Ira said, sternly.

"Why me, why not Vikki?" Bridgett asked, confused.

"Only angels can use the power of creation," Ira stated, gesturing to his form. "This way the two of you can make this place yours. So I gave you the power to create what the two of you want within this space. Now, I need to get back to my project," unfurling his wings, "Vikki, don't prey on her innocence too much, same goes with you," he said, with a knowing smile.

Bridgett looked away bashfully, she couldn't help that her aunt and niece were hot. Feeling even more heat flooding her face when she noted Vikki's smile. Then she arched an eyebrow when Ira ran his finger down Vikki's right horn, equally confused when she watch that orgasmic face, which she knew personally, appearing on her face when Ira placed a kiss on Vikki's right cheek.

"Ira, that's... don't stop," Vikki moaned almost blacking out by the sheer bliss flooding her body.

"What did you do?" Bridgett asked, holding her now unconscious fiancée in her arms, smelling her sex on the air.

"Same thing I did to you, but a succubus's horns are really sensitive. Don't abuse that fact," Ira said, before disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"May I come in?" Anael's voice filled the air just seconds after Ira's disappearance.

"Sure, come in," Bridgett said, she noted the knowing, longing look in Anael's eyes. Wondering what her perverted brother has been up to.

"Here," flicking her wrist creating a chair made out of vines, "Father's touch is..."

"I know," Bridgett said, flashing Anael a smile.

Vikki groggily awoke a few minutes later. She felt the weakness in her legs, wondering where Ira learned that little trick. Her eyes cleared, Bridgett's sweet voice filled her ears, yet something else caught her attention.

"Bridgett?" Vikki's eyes darted around seeing the gothic hints and objects along with the darker shades of flowers that bordered the little patio that she found herself on.

"Hey, honey, come join us, Anael's helping me to master my control while designing what we want this place to look like," Bridgett said, with a warm smile. "I thought we might make this place to be like a dining room, and a place where we can entertain."

"Honey, we need to get back, and I need to freshen up before we head off to class," Vikki said, feeling her juices leaving a rather large wet spot in her pajama pants.

"Class? What's a class?" Anael asked, confused.

"Can you, like, make it to where only we, me and Vikki's family, can see you? Only when we're in class outside of it, be like you were before that night. Can you do that?" Gently squeezing Anael's hand when she nodded. "Cool, then you can come with us."

"Will Vikki be there?" Anael asked, looking between the two.

"I will," Vikki said, knowing this would give her the chance she needs.

"Then I'll go."

"Excellent choice," Bridgett said, taking Anael by the hand and leading her out of their garden.

"Very good, Bridgett, you're improving," Lucifer spoke in a caring, motherly tone as her granddaughter panted heavily after collapsing when Anael ended their training the next day.

"Mmmhmm, you're getting better. A couple more hours then you should be fine on your own, if only Principalities and lower come after you," Anael said, helping Bridgett to stand.

"Luci." Reminding herself to thank Ira, it was entertaining watching her cheek dance.

"Is it now? What else has your brother told you to do to irk me?" Lucifer asked, her voice was cold and hard, the red light of Hell. "Yes, I can read your mind Bridgett, so come on, out with it."

As she recounted what had happened in New Atlantis. Bridgett wondered why it appeared to her that her grandmother was getting aroused the longer Ira's name came up. "Luci, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?"

"Couldn't you have gotten, like, someone else to do what Ira's doing?"

"No, mortal men cannot give angels what they need to achieve pregnancy," Lucifer said, leaning on her elbow, it always brought a smile to her face when he pushed the limits.

"Huh? Then how can there be an Atlantis or the Nephilim?" Bridgett asked, confused.

"Those Nephilim were sired by the Watchers, the few male angels, after the fall of the continent the Watchers were imprisoned in the deepest part of Tartarus. Where they've been ever since, until Father brought them up to build New Atlantis. Most of the heavenly host is female, for us to achieve an orgasm needed to bring forth a child is only when angels reach their true orgasm for children on the celestial order. Where we shed our corporal bodies for our ethereal ones, and that can only be achieved by Father... until now. Given Ira's incubus stage before awakening, gifted him with something special.

"Please, don't tell me, he has a magic dick now, too?" Bridgett grumbled.

"Indeed, he does," Lucifer purred, "so in order to keep the peace Ira chose to become something... more," her eyes flared in her lust for power. Knowing she was going to get her army as well and finally have that bliss she's longed for since her fall.

"Right... so then, I take it there were no other male angels?" Bridgett asked, shooting her grandmother a look.

"There are, but like how God can't breed with his own angels, the male angels cannot breed with us as well, nor can they achieve our orgasm. It's because we do not have the spark of life, as mortals call it, is the reason we cannot breed with each other. Why we need a human partner to bring forth a child. Given what your brother is, it created a very interesting twist in Fate."

"But how can this be fair?! We go to Vegas only to come back to find out that Ira is god-like and has his own realm, and it's Atlantis for fuck's sake!" Bridgett bemoaned loudly, feeling her cheeks heat at her grandmother's chuckle. "Luci?"

"What is it dear?" Lucifer hummed from her throne.

"What would be the cost of getting you to turn me in to a quarter succubus like Ira?"

"Seven hundred years of servitude, why?" Lucifer inquired, curiously.

"Just wondering." Looking to the left of her when Anael took hold of her hand.

"Come, meet Azza, she might have just woken up but she's fun, I promise," Anael said, with eagerness in her eyes.

"Go," Lucifer uttered, shooing them with a wave of her hand. Getting to her feet as she sensed his approach.

"Hey, Luci," Ira greeted, "I'm here to pay up."

"I was hoping so," Lucifer said, grinning wickedly down at him. "Anael, give your father and I the room. Take her to see the other two as well."

"Yes, Mother, hi," Anael said softly, waving to Ira.

"Hello, Anael, made a friend have we?" Ira asked, smiling as she nodded vehemently. "Go have fun."

"Anael, can I ask you something?" Bridgett spoke as they flew towards the palace on the Eighth Circle that Zophiel had created the moment after she had lain with Ira.

"Mmmhmm," Anael hummed as she flew alongside her.

"Have you and my brother... had sex?" Bridgett noted how red Anael's cheeks were getting, she took that as a yes. "You know I enjoyed it when you kissed me," she said, in a flirty tone.

"You did?" Anael inquired, in an innocent voice.

"Mmm... you know you can kiss Vikki or I any time you like," Bridgett said, coming on more gently this time. She didn't want to spook Anael off like the last time. Coming to a stop when an angelic wail filled that sulfur laced sky. "What the hell was that?"

"That was Mother, Father's touch is... addicting," Anael sighed remembering the feel of his mouth fondly.

"Holy!" Throwing up her arm so the blinding white flash didn't blind her eyes. "Was that her too?" Bridgett asked, blinking way the dots before her eyes.

"Yes, come, Azza will be waiting," Anael said, pushing onward.

"Greetings, sister, Princess," Azza welcomed them with a warm smile, wrapping Anael in a sisterly hug when they landed on the terrace made from the finest black marble to symbolize Zophiel's fall from grace.

"Azza, I want you to meet my friend, she's Father's sister," Anael said, excited to show off her friend.

"Hi, you can call me Bridgett, I like your wings, they're pretty," she said, with a friendly smile. "So, Anael said you just woke up, what does that mean?"

"Thank you." Bridgett thought those blushing cheeks suited Azza. "Your right she does feel like him."

"Okay, what does that mean?"

"When I said she just woke up is when Nephalem, like us, enter our slumber where our bodies grow to this size to accommodate our angelic powers without burning up our bodies. To the way you feel, we angels vibrate, our essence does I mean. Your wavelength is similar to Father's it makes the distance easier to bear," Anael said to which Azza nodded along.

"Oh, well, if you two need it, you know how to find me. You're free to visit me anytime you want. I know Vikki would like to meet you," Bridgett spoke wondering how Vikki was going to enjoy her wedding present.

"You'll like Vikki, she's fun," Anael said, leaning in whispering low into Azza's ear. Seeing her sister nod in understanding.

"Azza, remember no higher than Throne," Zophiel said, in a motherly voice. "Make Suriel Zol proud."

"Yes, Mother," Azza replied, nodding in understanding.

"One second," Bridgett gestured before walking to Zophiel. "Hello, I'm Bridgett, I know we haven't met before, but you know my grandmother and brother... Suriel Zol." Bridgett noted how those golden eyes flared at her brother's angelic name.

"Yes... I know, what can I do for you, Nephilim?"

"You see Fate, or something like that, right?" Bridgett asked, trying not to tremble under those golden eyes.

"Yes," Zophiel drew out the word.

"Do you make deals?" Bridgett asked, wondering if what she was thinking would play out as she hoped it would.

"You wish to make a deal with me?" Zophiel asked, for clarification.

"That's right," Bridgett nodded.

"What could you possibly offer me?"

"How about two whole days with my brother?" Taking a step back as Zophiel's power flared, "You do have a thing for my brother, don't you?" Bridgett asked, wondering if this was a bright idea.

"You can do what you speak?" Zophiel asked, her need laced her words.

"You're hot, he's a guy, it will be easy," Bridgett said, waving her off.

"Two days, yes? Very well, what do you seek from the angel of Fate?"

"Can we talk over there?" Bridgett asked, pointing to a spot a fair distance from Anael and Azza.

"Ah. I see, yes, I can show you." How Bridgett rolled her tongue in that heavenly mouth, she was so jealous of her brother as she and Zophiel sealed their pact. "Brace yourself," Zophiel warned before she placed the palm of her hand on Bridgett's forehead.

Bridgett's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she watched the outcomes of the choice she has to make. What she saw only confirmed what she already suspected. She knew where she was going to have to go. Now she had to ponder what her perverted brother wants in return. "Although, would it be so bad?" Bridgett thought to herself. "Thanks, Zophiel, I'll get Ira to come by tomorrow."

"You better, I would hate to tell Lucifer she lost a Princess," Zophiel said, in a hard, cold tone.

"Anael, Azza let's go meet the other two. It was nice meeting you, Zophiel," Bridgett said, wondering if Ira would like let her watch. She just wanted to see what an angel's orgasmic face looked like.

"If you fulfil your end of our bargain, visit me more often. Does help to befriend Fate," Zophiel said, her motherly gaze fell on her daughter, knowing Azza was the first Seraphim of the Daephilim order like she was the First of her own Father's order.

"Come, Mor will probably be waiting for us," Anael said, getting Bridgett's attention with a light touch on her arm.

"Mor knew you would visit Mor. That is wise Princess, Mor's mate is wise in choosing his strongest to protect the Princess," Mor nodded, with her arms crossed over her chest, standing on that lone stone ledge in her humanoid form as Anael led Bridget and Azza into Mor's lair. "'Ardat Lili! Aswang!" Mor's voice thundered; her demonic light played eerily along her black soulless eyes. Her tight, black t-shirt detailed her 32B breasts, Her hip hugging denim pants clung to her legs, her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness. The light of the hellfire played wickedly along her needle-like teeth when Mor smiled the most creepiest of smiles Bridgett's ever seen before.

Biting back her fear as the ground began to shake, the heavy foot falls traveled up the soles of her feet to the base of her skull. Her nails cut into the palms of her hands as her angelic side fought to take up arms as Bridgett felt the demonic powers approaching. Her eyes widened when that same twenty-foot tall woman on fire was the same one she saw days ago.

"Must we, Mother?" Aswang groaned from the darkness. "She's so... weak."

"Yes, Mother, are you sure this... angel is kin to Father?"

Anael peered back at her with a smirk on her lips as Bridgett's angelic power along with Hell's surged when those words left their lips.

"Mor likes her, she's feisty, yes you must. Unless you wish to displease your father," Mor threatened.

"No mother, please, don't tell father!" Aswang pleaded after she came swooping in. Her knees hit the ground with such force Bridgett wondered if she would ever walk again. Her red eyes held true fear of her father's demon. Her S-shaped horns sprouted from the temples of her forehead, a quarter inch wide metal ring encircled the base of her horns, and a spiked one ringed the middle of them. Strands of her raven hair draped down her face. Her bat-like wings sat tucked against her back with two inch thin spikes lining the top of her wings.

"Mor's mate chose you two for a reason, because you are strong," Mor spoke her vast powers caused the walls of her lair the tremble as she accentuated the last word. "Now, you heed Mor's mate's command," she stated nodding her head, like it should be common knowledge you heed those more powerful than you. "Would you rather your other sisters and brothers to take your place?"

"No! I will heed Father's command you don't need to call Avalon or the others!" Aswang threw herself at her mother's legs.

"Hey," Bridgett called out, "you know, after this we are going to see him. Just think of all the gloating you can do." An icy chill seeped into her soul at the most demonic smile spread across Aswang's face when she peered back at her. "Fuck! No way he isn't fucking that?!" Bridgett moaned in her mind as Ardat Lili appeared in her humanoid form. Her ebony horns, that resembled wings folded as if diving, sprouted from her crimson hair that cascaded down its base hid it from view. As well as her ears only allowing three-fourths to be shown ending in very sharp points. Bridgett wondered how that elf-like face would feel pressed against her hot sex. If Ira could sleep with a demon she didn't see why she couldn't as well.

Red pauldron armor with Ira's angelic sigil emblazoned in gold sat upon her shoulders. Her matching bra strained to contain her 32E breasts what light reached that deep in Mor's lair played along her flat stomach, while the same metal, all armor that is forged in the fires of Hell, protected Ardat Lili's sides before tapering down to a layered armored style bikini. Her greaves and vambraces were etched in demonic script to channel her full power while in her humanoid form that towered at seven feet tall.

"You have no fear from me mother," her black soulless eyes stared right at Bridgett, "I shall heed Father's command."

"Good. Now, you heed to the letter of his command. Is that understood. Don't make Mor punish you." Bridgett didn't want to know what could cause demons to show true, genuine fear as Aswang and Ardat Lili were at that moment.

"Yes, Mother," Aswang said, her voice trembled in fear.

"Princess, you will take Mor with you, Mor's mate hasn't visited Mor in days. Mor is..."

"Well, then, that's just rude, Mor's mate should see Mor more often," Bridgett said, thinking agreeing with a demon would be better for her.

"See, the Princess agrees, the Princess is wise," Mor said, with a nod of her head. "Mor is ready, daughters of Mor's mate," she stated in impatience.

"I will do everything, you just hold our hands, and just feel, sense everything so your body can grow used to it, and you will learn it for yourself," Anael said, holding her right hand out to Bridgett and her left to Azza. "Allow our energies to flow through you, you have the control to do this," she spoke in a reassuring sisterly voice as their wings enclosed around Mor, Ardat Lili, and Aswang.

Hell side, New Atlantis...

"Where are we?" Bridgett asked, looking around, taking in the gloomy, dark atmosphere. The wing of Hell rose from its foundations as the imps scurried about infusing those hewed stones from the deepest part of Hell in the wards and magic fitting for the Ruler of Hell.

"Come out, come out, and play with Mor, Suriel Zol," Mor giggled wickedly as she poked and peeked around the trees and bushes that now took on a more demonic taint to it.

"New Atlantis, the border area between the replica of the Ninth Circle and the area chosen to represent the Eighth Circle of Hell in my Father's domain," Anael said, while slyly eyeing Mor now that they were in her father's realm. It was her job to ensure no angel or demon defied her father. "Azza, I know the prefect spot for your home here. Father thinks Zophiel will like it. Want to see?" she asked excitedly, placing her hand on Azza's forehead when she nodded.

"Ira!" Bridgett called out a little uneasy under Ardat Lili's and Aswang's cold gaze.

"What's up?" Ira greeted walking out of a shadow.

"Give me a few minutes and he's all yours," Bridgett said, looking over at Mor who had a rather hungry look that she feared her brother might actually get eaten.

"Mor likes you; Mor will keep her eyes on you," Mor said, flashing Bridgett that friendly creepy smile.

"Thanks, I think, can we talk?" Bridgett asked, nodding off to the side, listening to Anael and Azza chatting away behind her.

"Sure, hey girls," Ira greeted with a wave. "We'll talk soon, okay?"

"Yes, Father," they voiced in unison.

"So... what'cha need, sis?" Ira asked aloofly, as they walked out of earshot.

"Does that deal still stand?" Bridgett inquired, watching Ira's Nagdaium' form burning away his human image.

"Oh? How far are you willing to go?"

"Would giving up three-fourths of my human side be enough to put me on the level of Zophiel?" Bridgett enquired, knowing the seriousness of the question.

"It will start you on the path to it," Ira agreed with a nod. "Yet, it will most likely be painful to transform yourself that drastically."

"But I'll be able to keep Vikki safe?"

"Does she know you're doing this?" Ira asked, looking over at her.

"Man, if I didn't know any better I would say you cared about Vikki," Bridgett teased, so pleased to see the two of them getting along.

"Well... after I learned why she was a bitch, kind of seemed... logical, for a demon. Then well, things happen," Ira said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

"No, she doesn't," Bridgett shook her head, "but she's right, I have to get stronger. Plus, I'm the Princess of Hell, I can't use my full strength as just an angel."

"Are you sure? Once this is done, you can't undo it?" Ira asked, bringing them to a stop.

"I know that, Ira, but I'm not about to let Heaven kill me or any demon either," Bridgett said, referencing the fight Zophiel foresaw, and what would happen if she stayed a Nephilim.

"Very well," Ira said, lifting Bridgett's chin.

How she was in heaven when she felt the soft touch of those lips. Bridgett wondered if this was what it was like for the angels that've been with her brother. Then fire, fire so primal it burned her very soul, screaming out in pain as she fell to her knees. Her angelic light shot forth from her eyes and mouth as her demon began to take root in her body. Her grey smoky halo flared; the sign of her taint sprouted on the sides of her frontal bone reaching to the point that Bridgett's horns ended in the shape of a rams horns. The gold-ruby color of her transition swirled as her eyes quivered in pain. Collapsing against her brother's legs, panting heavily into Ira's thighs. She felt so... unclean. Yet it was the price she was willing to pay. Her hands held onto his pants as she peered up at him. A wave of lust washed over her as she felt his incubus powers tickling her skin.

"You okay?" Ira asked, knowing how painful that must have been for Bridgett.

"Yeah," the word left her lips in a light pant, "I think so, so am I a... succubus now?" Bridgett said, fighting herself from stripping her brother naked and fucking him silly right there.

"Yes, but your succubus will awaken in stages to give you time to grow accustomed to your new body."

"Is this how you dealt with it?" Bridgett asked, now that she had become a Daephilim she could understand why Anael said she felt similar.

"Yeah, but my training wheels, per se, was my incubus, you, your angel. You're more angel and demon than you are human now, don't forget you still are human. Without it you would explode, not joking," Ira said, when Bridgett shot him a skeptical look. "So let me ask what does being a Daephilim feel like?"

"I feel, unclean," Bridgett said truthfully, as she got to her feet. "But even I can tell this isn't going to be enough to match a Seraphim."

"Vikki can help you with reaching the next stage. You can tell her she and you can repay me later," Ira spoke with a knowing smirk.

"Ira?" Bridgett knew she had to tell him otherwise she doubted Zophiel wouldn't uphold her threat. "I made a deal with Zophiel,"

"Oh, did you now? Interesting choice, and what did this deal cost you?"

"Not me, you."

"Come again? How can a deal you made affect me?" Ira asked, looking at his sister wondering what she gotten him into.

"Because if she would give me what I asked I told her I could talk you into spending two whole days with her," Bridgett said, watching how Ira just hung his head and shook it slightly.

"Really, sis?! Pimping me out?" Ira uttered in mock disappointment.

"But you'll help me out, right?" Bridgett asked, in a rather seductive tone laced with her budding succubus powers.

"Ten blowjobs." Bridgett just looked at him, she would have thought Ira would have asked for her pussy or ass. "What? You're pretty, like that," Ira said, chuckling when his sister shoved him.

"Does that mean you'll do it?" Bridgett asked, bashfully.

"Sure, sis..." Ira stumbled backwards when Mor threw herself at him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, "Mor!" Ira barked when her four talons cut open his left cheek.

"Mmm... you know Mor must mark Mor's mate when Mor's mate keeps Mor waiting," Mor spoke running her tongue through Ira's spilled golden ichor. "Mor wants more. Mor's mate will give Mor what Mor..." Bridgett backed away, seriously worried her brother was developing weird fetishes as it appeared Mor was enjoying whatever the hell her brother was doing to her when Mor was suspended in the air. "Mmm... you treat Mor so well." Her soft demonic wail escaped her lips when Ira held her aloft like he did with Asmodan.

"I wasn't finished, Mor," Ira said, tweaking her left nipple.

"More?!" Mor's gravelly voice rumbled, the surrounding area darkened, her demonic power... Her body arched as Ira applied the pain she seemed to enjoy.

"Keep the demonic influence down, Mor. You were told this. Now wait here, I'll be back."

"Mor's mate best not keep Mor waiting. Mor wants more," Mor said, hungrily, the light of Hell burning in her eyes.

"Ira?" Bridgett's voice brought her brother out of the weirdest, and oddly arousing sexual teasing she's ever seen. Watching how Mor's forked tongue flickered out to return Ira's thumb back to her mouth.

"Right... you probably don't want to see what comes next," Ira said, catching himself.

"Why not, let the Princess watch as you fuck Mor like Mor likes," Mor said from behind him as Ira led Bridgett back to his daughters.

"Just who are you?!" Bridgett mocked in shock as she peered at him. Wondering why she didn't feel revolted by what she just saw like she had when she was just a Nephilim.

"Shut up," Ira joked, lightly bumping his sister's shoulder. "Now you should know something, succubi must feed to live, and by feed I mean sex, with men," he said, Bridgett now knew why Ardat Lili, Aswang was afraid as she felt Ira's demon rising. How the light around his horns darkened. The fire of his crown flared, making his red burgundy eyes stand out against his dark skin. "But... I know you sis, that's not something you'd ever do, if it's not me," Ira said, with a taunting smirk at her blushing cheeks. "So I tweaked your succubus a bit so now you can survive on what you like best."

"So, then I don't have to whore myself to some dirty..." Bridgett shuddered at the thought of being with a man like that.

"So, mine isn't dirty?" Ira teased, catching his sister's punch. "Nah-uh, temper, temper, might want to work on that," he said, his long, sharp fingernail tapped on the back of his sister's hand. "Some naughty demon might just abuse it," Ira spoke, a wicked light played along his eyes. The dark purple light of his incubus energies twinkled at the tip of his fingernail. A sinful grin raised the corner of his lips at the sensuous moan that emanated from Bridgett's lips. "Did you know to rouse your succubus quicker," the light touch on Bridgett's chin brought his sister's gaze to his own unaware that her own body had inched closer to his, "is to be with males of your family," Ira said, in a sinful voice as his fork tongue teased Bridgett's lips. "So, is my cock," pressing his sister's mons Venus tight against it, "dirty?"

"No, because I'm making love to you, not your cock... Ira!" Bridgett yelped in want and surprise when Ira ran the tip of his tail along her rather aroused mound.

"I'll be home after I deal with Mor. Talk to Vikki, she can help you get stronger now, Princess of Hell," Ira said, flashing his sister a knowing smirk. "Girls, protect my sister, you can do that for me, yes?"

"Yes, Father?!" They voiced in unison.

"Anael, it's okay to do that, you don't have to hide yourself," Ira whispered in a fatherly tone into Anael's ear so only she could hear his words. "Come along, Mor, I know were to make your portal," he said, smiling devilishly at Mor's pain filled moan.

"Mor's mate is so sweet to Mor," Mor sighed in bliss as she floated after him.

"Fuck?! No wonder Sue and Rita are constantly drooling sluts around him. I so want to fuck him," Bridgett muttered to herself feeling how aroused and moist she was right then.

"Better, you smell better," Aswang said, with a rather creepy, friendly smile.

"Nice tits," Bridgett said, noting Aswang's red dress, with a diamond shape hole in the center showing off the inner sides of her 32B breasts.

"Oh?" Bridgett's skin tingled as that sinful word floated on the air. "Do you think Father would want to kiss them?" Aswang asked, the back of her fingers danced down them.

"I'm surprised he hasn't yet," Bridgett admitted, knowing they were too much of a demon to try to teach them what it's like to be human. "Can you lead the way to Vikki's family's estate here?" she asked, looking over at Anael.

"It's okay, Father will understand," Anael said, seeing Ardat Lili's scowl knowing she wouldn't be able to follow.

"Huh?"

"New Atlantis is a replica of Heaven and Hell, like the east side resembles the three orders, the west resembles the Nine Circles of Hell. Those born from Hell must reside in their Circle. They cannot cross into other circles, unless you are one of Father's legion, royalty, Mother, or one of the fallen," Anael informed Bridgett given the befuddled look on her face at that moment.

"Oh. Well then, since you can't follow, doesn't mean you can't watch," Bridgett stated with a devilish grin feeling her demon stirring slightly. Wondering what her brother meant when he said her succubus would awaken.

"A devious mind, Princess, I think we shall," Ardat Lili said, her smile revealed her demonic nature being in her father's realm.

"Yes, I can deal with you, maybe serving you won't be so bad. We shall see you in Hell," Aswang said, her red eyes ran down Bridgett's body as she and her sister walked past, eager to catch their father.

"It will be faster if we flew," Anael said, unfurling her wings as Bridgett nodded along.

"Bridgett?!" Vikki's concerned voice was clear on the air as Bridgett, Anael, and Azza landed in the courtyard, the Watcher angels under Ira's command had built, so they all could have a common area where they could lounge in the atmosphere given the lack of rain among other things better off left unsaid. "What did you do?" she asked, running her eyes down Bridgett's body feeling the demon in her.

"Something that needed to be done," Bridgett uttered softly, bringing Vikki into a hug.

"But how?!" Vikki asked, pushing Bridgett away her eyes ran down her body wondering why her succubus was getting aroused.

"I made a deal with Ira, among others, but don't worry nothing's going to change between us," Bridgett said, pressing Vikki tightly against her chest. Rubbing her own 36B breasts against Vikki's 38Cs, listening to how Vikki mewed as she lightly nibbled along Vikki's neck. Bridgett's left hand ran up Vikki's back while her right traveled down it as she felt up her woman.

"B-Bridgett, what are...?!" Vikki gasped in lust as Bridgett's budding succubus powers danced along her skin. Moaning loudly into Bridgett's mouth as Bridgett planted a toe curling kiss upon her lips. "What's gotten into you?!" she asked breathlessly, backing away.

"I... don't know, all I know is I so want you right now," Bridgett said, recounting what her brother had said about tweaking her succubus to what she liked best.

"I see... I think we need to sit down and you tell me exactly what happened. Hello, Anael, Azza, I apologize for the late greeting," Vikki said, bowing her head at the two of them. Huffing when Anael barreled into her unexpectedly.

"Hello," Azza said, softly.

"Vikki!" Anael squealed happily, hugging her tightly.

"Hello, Anael, I'm happy to see you, too," Vikki said, lightly rubbing Anael's back while slyly noting how Bridgett was looking at the both of them. It almost seemed to her that Bridgett was an incubus given what she was feeling, yet wasn't.

"Vikki, come meet Azza," Anael said, taking Vikki by the hand. "Azza this is Vikki, I told you about her," she uttered with a smile on her lips.

"Nice to formally meet you, I love the color of your wings," Vikki greeted warmly all the while she kept an eye on Bridgett from the corner of her eye. Noting how Bridgett was checking her out, along with Anael and Azza. "I heard you just woke up; I hope this isn't too confusing for you."

"A... little," Azza admitted bashfully. Her cheeks heating as impure thoughts about her father sprung up in her mind.

"I can understand," Vikki nodded, keeping her lust contained due to her many years of practice. She didn't want Ira to learn that she has been lusting after his daughters. She didn't think he would take too kindly to them corrupting his daughters. Not that it was an easy thing to do, mind you. Set before her were two of the hottest women she's had the pleasure of knowing regardless of whether or not they were human, demon, or angel. Glancing over to Bridgett, seeing that same smirk on her lips as Ira wore when he knew she was aroused. "Please, why don't you join us," Vikki stated gesturing to the little seating area that surrounded the little bubbling fountain. Turning her head when Anael tugged on her sleeve. Her eyes flew wide as Anael planted a lingering kiss upon her lips. Noting how Bridgett had a devilish grin on her lips like she knew something she didn't.

"Am... am I getting better?" Anael asked, with insecurity.

"Mmm... if you keep kissing me like that I might just eat you," Vikki said, in a sultry voice as her fingertips lightly ran down Anael's right cheek.​