As always thanks to WAA01 for the editing and proofing.
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Ira screamed out in pain as his flesh sizzled upon contact with the heavenly metal. His demonic half quaked in fear as those white-hot golden eyes stared down at him. He knew those eyes from anywhere. His own grandmother had the same look. His feet slid back along the concrete as her wings flapped causing the links of the chain to dig deeper into his skin.
"Her blood flows strongly in you," sneered the angelic being, "or could it be the influx of demon blood in your veins allowing an untrained Nephilim to with withstand my holy might?" A cruel, sadistic smirk rose along her lips as she gave the chain a flick of her wrist, her tongue ran along her upper lip as she listened to his cries of pain as his body crushed the side of the car she flung him into. "Those before you fell the moment my heavenly fire touched their skin..." Arching an eyebrow as his hands latched onto the chain. Her fear began to rise as she saw those eyes of his looking at her, just like another pair she knew all too well.
"Well, you crazy bitch," Ira growled, trying to keep the pain from his voice, yet it was easier said than done, when it felt like every fiber of his body was being torn apart. Then something strange began to bubble up from the depths of his very being; strength like he has never felt before; power that seemed to heal his wounds, and a need to beat the ever loving shit out of the woman above him (maybe that was his grandmother's side of him talking, Ira couldn't rightly tell. However, he did agree with it. This woman had to pay!) "I'm just going to have to kill you now," Ira declared, his ruby eyes began to swirl with the hints of the golden light of his angelic powers as he stared up at the woman.
"Oh?! Do you think the spawn of the horned one can smite me?! I am Raphaela! I've fought countless demons, my own sisters, and the one that sired you! None have laid me low, and I shall not fall to you!" Raphaela shouted, coming out of the halo of the sun. A single black two-inch leather strap ran across both nipples, that was the only thing covering her copious breasts. Ira wondered if God had a fetish for huge breasts given the size of his grandmother's and Raphaela's. The glint of the gold loop chain holding the four-inch wide linen cloth covering her mound caught his attention, his eyes continuing down her toned, muscular legs as it fluttered between them. Her pearl white wings radiated the light of Heaven as they slowly flapped. A half inch golden band sat in the middle of her forehead holding back her raven hair. "Now I'll put down another unclean spawn like I have always done," Raphaela seethed, her angelic spear materializing in her hand.
An image popped into his mind; that of a flaming sword. Its double edges flashing as blue flames crawled along its surface, two roaring dragon heads were carved out of the ends of the silver cross guard. The hilt was covered with fine velvet held secure with silver wire, with a polished silver spike pommel sat at the base of the hand and a half sword.
Time seemed to slow as Raphaela wrapped the chain around her hand while her grip tightened around the shaft of her spear. Her wings propelling her forward. The sun glinting off the tip of her spear as she meant to end his life. It seemed to him his body moved on its own. His sword appearing in his hand, deflecting the spear away from him. Watching how Raphaela used the chain to block the blow of his sword only to watch as his blade cut through the heavenly metal with ease. His midnight black wings unfurling, shattering the links that held him bound. Lightning rolled across the sky as if to answer his silent call. Raphaela raced after Ira as he climbed into the sky. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed together, bathing the earth below in the sounds of battle, yet Ira knew he couldn't match her; he knew if this went on much longer he would indeed die. He had to figure out a way to escape, and fast. However, the look he saw in Raphaela's eyes told him one thing - she was toying with him, and she was enjoying it! Releasing a loud huff as her foot landed squarely on his stomach. Air hissed in his ears as his body rocketed towards the ground. Screaming out in pain as Raphaela thrust her spear through his right shoulder pinning him to the trunk of the tree he had crashed into.
"An amusing little show you put on," Raphaela mused, as her fingertips danced down the shaft of her spear, "but did you honestly think you would get the better of me?" she asked, her eyebrow rose with a pointed look. Licking her upper lip as she watched his blood running down his chest. The way it coated her blade just like all the others before him. The crackling of her heavenly power sparked to life in the palm of her right hand. "Don't blame me for what's about to happen. That blame falls to Lucifer for bringing you into this world," Raphaela said coldly, bringing up her hand ready to deliver the killing blow. Her body stilled as those defiant eyes of his gazed at her, his blood stained lips curling into a taunting smirk. "What's so damn funny?!" she roared.
"Lucifer has better tits," Ira said, he knew they weren't the greatest last words; yet he needed time for his fogged mind to think of a way out of this current predicament he found himself in.
"I'm not falling for some lame ass ploy to lower my guard, nor will I ever show you my breasts!"
"It's not like they aren't already on display. It doesn't take a genius to fill in the two inches that strip of leather hides," Ira said, feeling his strength waning the longer the spear remained lodged in his body. "Fuck! You sadistic bitch!" he screamed out in pain, as her angelic power arced down the shaft of her spear and right into his wound.
"I was going to be merciful and kill you quickly. Now, however, I'm going to enjoy every scream, every tear, every word you whisper for me to end this," Raphaela said menacingly. "Beg me to end this, beg me to be merciful," she ordered, feeling her mound growing moist. However, what neither one of them knew was a tiny spark of angelic light escaped Raphaela's lips and entered Ira's mouth. How did Ira do this? Even after realizing what happened Ira couldn't rightly say how.
Thrusting his hand out releasing what little strength he had left at Raphaela, who simply bent backwards, chuckling at his feeble attempt to delay the inevitable. "I am going to miss you," Raphaela admitted, quickly removing her spear from Ira's shoulder. Grunting, surprised, as she took the force of the blow from her most hated foe. Her eyes bulging as Lucifer's foot struck her in her mid-section sending her flying backwards.
"Mor, take Ira to my...," Lucifer said, her eyes glanced over to her grandson as his body slid down the trunk of the tree.
"Yes mistress," Mor said, her black eyes ran over Ira's body, noting how the wound hadn't healed itself. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at the angel. Her hand softly caressed Ira's cheek before taking him into her arms.
"You can't hide that spawn from us, sister," Raphaela growled, getting to her feet. Her grip tightening around the shaft of her spear.
"Do you think I will hide him?" Lucifer asked, a cruel light flared in her golden eyes noting Raphaela's fear. They both knew she was the stronger of the two, it had always been the case, since the dawn of time. "What's the matter sister? Has it been so long that you have forgotten how to hold your weapon?" she asked, taunting Raphaela as her guard dropped slightly.
"I will destroy you! For Father!" Raphaela roared, pushing off the ground, her spear raised, her hate burning in her eyes.
Lucifer narrowed her eyes spitefully at the sky when her father interfered, saving Raphaela from her own fate. "Bitch," she sneered, as the sounds of mortal life returned to the world. "Can't live without your little girl, huh?!" Lucifer shouted. Flipping off her father, spinning around stomping away before her image faded away.
"It's going to be okay Ira; the mistress will heal you." Lucifer heard Mor say as she cleaned his chest. Her eyes fell on his body as Ira struggled to breathe. "Mor isn't going to leave you. You're Mor's mate. Mor's mate is strong..." Her voice stilled as her eyes fell on her mistress.
"Leave us Mor," Lucifer ordered. Her feet gliding along the stone of her lair. Her white linen robe flowed in the sulfur laced air as she approached the bed Ira lay on. "Now," she growled, when the demon hadn't moved from her grandson's side. Looking over her shoulder as Mor scampered out of her circle. Her fingers skimmed along Ira's arm, her eyes moving over his body noting how ashen his skin had become. She knew if he was any other Nephilim he would have died instantly from a stab of an archangel's blade. Yet if he wasn't healed, Ira would indeed die, and there was only one way to heal a Nephilim or angel from a wound given by an archangel or higher class of angel... A smile graced her lips, she was going to enjoy this. Her hands went to her shoulders, slipping the fabric from them. Her FF breasts bounced against her chest as her hand moved over his body removing his remaining clothes. "Relax Ira, I'm going to heal you," Lucifer said sweetly, her knee resting on the bed before swinging her left leg over his waist. Watching how his eyes focused on her breasts. "So was it true what you said?" she asked, causing his eyes to glance up at her. "That my breasts are better than Raphaela's?" Sucking on her lip as Ira nodded weakly. Reaching down between her legs stroking his cock to life. "You know you can play with them if you want," Lucifer said, smiling down at him as his left hand fondled her breast.
Her drool slowly dripped into his wound as she sank down onto his pole. Placing her hand over the wound, her thumb brushing along his cheek as Ira cried out against the searing pain as she sealed the wound with her holy fire. Gently lifting his head, her lips pressed against his. Her angelic force filling his body as she took in his. Her tongue swirled around his as her sex coated his cock. Removing her hand seeing the ragged scar that was left behind. Her hips rocking gently easing her grandson into his climax.
"Rest Ira," Lucifer cooed, almost lovingly, as she placed a finger on his temple once his seed flooded her womb.
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Ira awoke in his bed. His hand ran down his face, wondering how he'd gotten there in the first place. Then he felt something (well four somethings), pressing against his chest. His adams apple bobbed as his grandmother and mother commanded his sides. His eyes glanced to the scar, noting how it still throbbed in pain; at least it didn't still feel like he was going to die. The sheet rustled as his mother stirred beside him. Contouring to her naked body as she snuggled closer to him. He knew it was only because of his grandmother that he was still alive. Ira knew if she hadn't shown up... well, he rightly didn't want to continue that thought. All he knew was he had to get a handle on his powers. He didn't think his grandmother would save him again. He felt his cheeks heating as his grandmother and then his mother rubbed their breasts against him. Looking down his body as he felt two hands on his manhood. His mother and grandmother gazed up at him with devious smiles on their lips.
