Porn Star Family

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.

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The throne room of Heaven...

The pearl white throne glinted in the light of heaven as God rested on his elbow. His strong chiseled chin sat in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes smirked as he re-watched his daughter being chained to a tree by a child of his most favorite fallen daughter. A smile graced his lips as he watched Raphaela cumming from a simple touch.

His eyes flicked over as the Seraphim moaned and writhed in pleasure between one another. Waving his hand to the left rewinding the scene so he could watch it all over again.

"Father?" A busty, curvy, lustful Seraphim purred as she sauntered over to God's right side. Her nipple chains bounced against her lower ribs as her tone, smooth legs carried her to her maker's side.

"Hmm?" God hummed has his focus remained on Ira.

"This is the hundredth time you watched this, come play with me," she purred into God's ear, pressing her heavy, hanging breasts into his arm.

"In a minute Metatron," God said, glancing down as the tips of her nipples danced lightly along his arm.

"But... Father, I'm so wet," Metatron cooed, tugging on his earlobe. "This

boy

shouldn't be any..." Her words died in her throat as God's hard eyes cut to her.

"That

boy

has made your own sister cum, this Nephilim interests me," God said, rising from his seat. Knowing he might actually have to meet this Ira... if he can withstand his archangels. If Ira could, he would be very interesting indeed.

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The High Halls of Heaven...

Once the chamber of the four powerful archangels that had been God's sword and shield since the dawn of time. However, that all changed when one rebelled, throwing Heaven into war and sending a third of the heavenly host into the depths of Hell. Now, where four once sat around the giant crystal orb that showed images of the mortal world below them, only three remained. Yet this day was far from normal for those heavenly beings.

"I can't believe you had to have father save you!" Came rib-splitting laughter from the other side of the orb. "Just look at you! Cumming for a Nephilim like that!"

"Be silent Gabriella!" Raphaela grumbled, feeling her cheeks heat at her sister's taunts. Looking away, yet her eyes found their way back to the orb. Biting her lip remembering how it felt, the way the feathers danced along her skin, tickling her in ways that made her mound liquefy. Her thighs rubbed together feeling her sex reawakening. Hanging her head in shame at what Ira made her do. Knowing if she was ever in that situation again she wouldn't be able to withstand it. Her fingers curled into a fist as her hands rested on the tops of her legs. Knowing she wasn't strong enough to hold out and would've given in if it wasn't for her sister's intervention driving Ira away. Her eyes darted to and fro knowing she would have indeed begged him to fuck her like their father used to do. Nonetheless it had been centuries since God had come to their chamber. Longer still since he has called them before him.

"I only kid sister," Gabriella giggled from behind her hand. "Although this boy interests me," she said offhandedly. Her golden hued eyes watching the orb as she, Michelle, and Raphaela replayed the years of Ira's life now that they knew who he was.

"How so?" Michelle asked, her platinum blonde hair draping against her chest as she looked over at her sister. All the while admiring her reflection in the polished stone surface that made up the foundation of Heaven.

"It seems to me..." Gabriella said, sliding off her seat, her bare feet gliding along the stone as she approached the orb.

"What does?" Raphaela asked, arching an eyebrow at where her sister was taking this.

Gabriella's cheeks heated as her eyes darted to her sister's enormous chests. Her eyes dipped down to her own. Knowing how her father would always fondle hers. Telling her he made her perfect to fit into his desires. Remembering how her father filled her tiny cunt whenever she sat on his lap.

"Sister?!" Michelle said, curious as to why Gabriella's button size nipples were poking against the nearly translucent material of her robe. "You were saying...?" putting Gabriella back on track, a knowing smirk graced her fine, shapely lips.

"Well, we have gone through every minute of this

boy's

life before he awakened as a Nephilim, and he kind of reminds me of you sister," Gabriella said, looking over at Raphaela.

"Do what now?!" Raphaela said confusingly. She rightly couldn't see what her sister meant by that. "How could that..." taking a dry swallow as she gazed at Ira's face, "remind you of me?"

"Well, everyone he cared for turned on him, used him and broke his heart. Reminds me of you when our sisters turned on us. Like you, he seeks to punish those who have harmed him so, yet, unlike those before him,

this

Ira doesn't seem to want to rule, nor is he even remotely warlike, like all the other Nephilim we have put down in the past," Gabriella said, looking up at the orb wishing she was taller than four feet, nine inches tall.

"What are you suggesting Gabriella?" Michelle asked, her eyes flickered to her small frame then back to the orb.

"That for now we observe

this

Ira in his natural setting," Gabriella said, waving to the orb. "Obviously, someone has been training him since his first encounter with Raphaela. It's most likely Lucifer, otherwise our sister wouldn't have been..." turning to Raphaela as a mischievous grin spread across her face. "...moaning like a mortal woman!" Gabriella teased, deflecting Raphaela's light arrow into the wall. "Now, now sister, there's no need to get angry with me. I wasn't the one cumming from a Nephilim's touch!" Her pearl white wings propelled her backwards as Raphaela's spear embedded itself into the floor where she once stood.

"Enough you two!" Michelle said taking command. "Are you sure this is wise sister?" she asked, her index finger ran along her lower lip as she watched Raphaela's fight with Ira. Knowing, as he now had training, one archangel alone wasn't enough to take him down. Any more than that would increase the destruction to the surrounding area as they fought. If her sister was training him then that could only mean Ira would know of all their tactics and ways to counter them.

"Unless you want to go in swords blazing like this one did?" Gabriella inquired, nodding to Raphaela. "Who knows, this Nephilim might not wish war on us or the world of man? He could simply want things set right, even you can understand that, right Raphaela?" A coy smirk rose along her lips at Raphaela's murderous glare.

"Very well," Michelle said, the linen slip that ran between her legs tumbled down as she rose from her seat. Her mountainous, heavenly orbs bounced as she stepped off the dais her small throne rested on. "We'll try this plan of yours, however, if he poses a threat we will take action. Raphaela?!"

"Yes Michelle?"

"Under no circumstances are you to go near him. Do I make myself clear?" Michelle commanded sternly.

"Very well," Raphaela grumbled. Yet in the back of her mind, she was so going to betray that order.

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Two days had passed since Ira had left to spend the weekend at Vikki's mother's house. It felt like all life had been drained from him due to the number of times he, Rita, Sue, and Alyda had had sex as he rested his head against the cool surface of the desk. Then there were the calls from Beth and Cybil, he knew he couldn't cut them off like he had once hoped to. He didn't want his sister or mother getting hurt because they went out of their minds. Then again, he did need to feed the demon part of himself.

"I hope I'm not boring you Ira?" Ms. Nunes asked, as Ira's tired groan filled the room. The laughter of his classmates filled the room. Peering over his forearm, wondering why a Nephilim/demon needed to go to high school. "

Yeah, you kind of are

," Ira thought to himself. "No answer? Well do be so kind as to pay attention to the subject matter, this will be on your final exam Ira," she said sternly. Her brunette hair twirled along her shoulders as she turned her head at the knock upon the classroom door. Her heels clicked along the tile floor, peering out of the corner of her right eye at Ira, wondering if he had forgotten what she had told him when she had seen him at the mall. "Yes..." Looking down at the slip of paper that was handed to her, then to the tiny girl that stood at the principle's left side. In her mind the girl appeared to be too young to be a senior high school student: from her fine ear length raven hair, her tiny body, her A cup breasts, that angelic face that held innocence. "Very well, I understand," Ms. Nunes said, ushering the girl into her classroom.

"Class! Can I have your attention," Ms. Nunes broadcasted, resting her hand on the girl's right shoulder. "While I know it's very late in the year, yet we have a new student joining us. Please introduce yourself," she said, smiling sweetly at the girl.

"Hello, my name is Kristen," she said, her radiant smile shined upon the group of human teenagers. Slyly noticing how Ira peered intently at her from over his arm.

"Ms. Walker hands to yourself!" Ms. Nunes berated; her eyebrow twitched as she watched Beth's hand running up Ira's leg. "No passing notes in class Ms. Perez!" she barked, seeing Cybil drop a note over Ira's left shoulder. "Please if you would, the seat in front of Ira's will be your desk," Ms. Nunes said, gesturing Kristen to take her seat. "If at any point you feel lost come see me and we'll see if we can't catch you up, alright?"

"Sure thing," Kristen chirped happily. Her mid-thigh length skirt swayed as she walked down the aisle towards her desk. She heard the whispers. Putting on her act as she held her texts books close to her chest. Making her cheeks blush thinking their whispers were getting to her. She had to play along like she was a normal teenage girl. "Hello," she said sweetly, looking down at Ira who remained silent behind his folded arms. "I guess you and I will be getting to know each other," Kristen said, sinking down into her seat.

"Uh-huh," Ira muttered, there was something about the girl that felt... unearthly. He knew she wasn't a demon, that much he was sure of, but whatever she was, Ira knew he had to be wary around her. If he had to guess the girl before him felt similar to Raphaela. Why was that? Ira rightly couldn't say.

"I promise you, you and I will become great friends," Kristen said, giggling over her shoulder as she flashed him a warm smile.

"Whatever," Ira sighed, returning to his semi-nap.

"No sleeping in class Ira," Ms. Nunes said, poking him in the ribs with the corner of the book she was reading to the class as she walked around the room. "Remember I still want to see you after class." Which earned him the chorus of laughter from his classmates. "Now sit up straight!" Ms. Nunes said sternly.

"Ira, I'll make you feel better later," Beth said, her eyes hungrily burned a hole in his crotch.

"No you won't," Cybil hissed. Rising from her desk, her arms slipping around his neck, her breasts pressing on either side of his head. "I'll be the one that makes him feel better," shooting daggers at Beth as Ms. Nunes continued on with her reading. Ignoring how her classmates were eyeing her with shocked eyes.

"My, aren't you popular with the ladies?" Kristen giggled behind her hand.

"Seems like it," Ira said coyly, leaning on his elbow, his eyes studying her back trying to discern what she truly was.

"Enough talking you two," Ms. Nunes huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "If you can't cease your distractions in my class I'll have to send you to the principle."

"Go ahead," Ira said taunting her. Knowing if she did she wouldn't be able to get what she wanted.

"Forgive me teacher, since I'm new here I thought it would be nice to get to know everyone. I apologize for my disruptive behavior," Kristen said, rising from her seat, bowing slightly to Ms. Nunes. All the while peering back at Ira from the corner of her right eye, a sly smirk rose along her lips as the back of her skirt rode up. Revealing her upper thighs to him, wondering if she would see that demon side of his. Her annoyance rose as it appeared that Ira wasn't even paying attention.

"Umm... right, well... take your seat and don't do it again," Ms. Nunes said, shaking the weirdness of the display from her mind.

"Yes ma'am."

"Can someone tell me what Emily Dickinson meant by that poem?" Ms. Nunes asked, trying not to allow her eyes to fall on Ira.

Ira watched that strange girl as she rose her arm. It seemed to him she was too eager to answer a question that no one really cared about, since the question the teacher asked wasn't even going to be on the final exam. Arching an eyebrow at the smug smirk he could see from his vantage point. It seemed to him she had an itch to prove how smart she was.

"That's correct, Ms. Patterson," Ms. Nunes said, flashing Kristen a warm smile.

"Well, look who has their smarty pants on," Beth sneered as Kristen sat smugly in her seat.

"That's enough Beth, you could learn a thing or two from her. That is if you don't want to fail my class," Ms. Nunes retorted, Beth's cheeks rapidly heated when a few snickers rumbled from her classmates.

"Hmpf!" Beth said, sticking her nose in the air. Her small breasts bounced as she crossed her arms underneath them. Opening her right eye an inch, peering out the corner of her eye through her eyelashes wondering if Ira was looking at her. However, that would take a backseat as the bell rang out.

"Remember class read chapters seven through ten, we'll be having a test on them Wednesday," Ms. Nunes said over the bell, "Ira I still need to see you," her eyes gazing intently at him as her class rose from their seats.

"Maybe we'll see each other later," Kristen whispered as she rose from her seat. Her slender, smooth, thin legs carried her forward disappearing into the rushing crowd to reach their next class before the next bell.

"I'll see you later Ira," Cybil said sweetly, her fingers trailed down his arm as she moved passed him.

"Wait up Cybil!" Beth said, gathering her things since they both had the same class next. "Call me later Ira, we'll set something up tomorrow," she whispered, winking at him before quickly joining Cybil.

"Now Ira," Ms. Nunes said, walking over to the door, gently closing it, locking it as she did. She couldn't have anyone knowing what she was about to do. Ever since the mall she just couldn't get the size of his cock out of her mind. She had to know if it was really that big. Hell. She would slurp on that beast all he wanted if it was truly as big as it appeared to be. Other than her reputation for sleeping around on campus, she was also known as a size queen. The bigger their cocks were the better. She had forgotten the last time she actually saw a cock bigger than eight inches. No matter how many of the teenage males and the male teachers she took to her bed none of them could ever live up to her expectations.

"What is it?" Ira sighed.

"First let's talk about the report you turned in," Ms. Nunes said, her hips swayed seductively as she walked down the aisle.

"What about it?" Ira asked, arching an eyebrow as he leaned back.

"You know it was only meant to be a thousand words long, why did you turn in four extra pages?" Ms. Nunes asked, the tips of her fingers skimmed along the surface of the desk as she neared him.

"To irk you, why else," Ira smirked arrogantly as he crossed his arms.

"I see. You do realize I have other papers to grade?" Keeping her irritation hidden as Ira rolled his eyes. "You know I don't grade anything longer than what I assign. So why do it knowing I would have to fail you?" Ms. Nunes asked, keeping her smirk hidden as those eyes of his cut to her. "However, if you give me what I want, I won't have to fail you," she stated, resting her ass on the edge of the desk beside Ira. Her black skirt rose up slightly revealing the tops of her matching stockings. Crossing her left leg over her right, rolling her foot causing the muscles of her lift thigh to dance underneath the silken material. Her fingers trailed down her cream hued blouse, slyly undoing the top two buttons allowing the material to fall away, exposing the tops and sides of her lush breasts.

"Which is?" Ira asked, feigning innocence like he didn't already know.

"Oh. I think you already know Ira," Ms. Nunes said, resting the palms of her hands on his desk displaying her 38B breasts to him. "You might play dumb, but we both know you aren't. So why don't we just drop the act and you show me the cock you've been fucking those triplets with, hmm?" She couldn't stop herself; her mouth was watering at the prospect of having that big, hard cock filling her mouth.

"I see," Ira said plainly, sliding out of his seat, getting to his feet. His eyes running down her body, unaware of the unearthly eyes studying him from atop of the roof of the other wing of the building. His eyes turning ruby as Ira slowly undid the zipper of his pants. "You do want this right?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Then take it out yourself," moving his hands away from his fly.

Pushing herself up, closing the distance between them. Wondering where this side of Ira came from, or could it be that she had misread him? Her amber eyes searched his as her hand slipped into his pants. Her nails pried open the flap of his boxers allowing access for her hand to slip inside.

"Like what you feel?" Ira asked, feeling himself growing in her hand.

"Oh yes," Ms. Nunes purred hungrily, staring down at his hardening rod once she had removed it from its confines. Her hand gently caressed his cock once it reached its full length. The palm of her hands ran along the back of his cock loving the feel of it.

"Then get on your knees and suck it," Ira said coldly. Knowing the moment his cum touched her tongue she would be like Beth and Cybil were before he had enslaved them. He had to figure out the right place to do so.

"Mmm, I didn't know you were so forceful Ira. I like it," Ms. Nunes said, a coy smirk graced her lips as she sank down his body. Inhaling the scent of his cock, like a fine cigar, as her nose ran up the length of it. She couldn't wait to be fucked by it, yet that would have to wait. She knew she wouldn't be able to contain her moans when she fucked his fat root. Her eyes glanced up as her lips parted to allow passage of his mushroom top into her ravenous mouth. Spreading her legs as she squatted before him, her hand snaked its way between her legs, her fingers lightly rubbing her labia through her panties as her head rocked on his cock. Her eyes fluttered as the first drop of his pre-cum touched her tongue. She'd never tasted anything like it before. It made her wonder if his hot cum would taste just as sweet as his pre-cum did. Her eyes shot to her left as the bell rang for the next class. She knew she had to hurry, otherwise Ira's tardiness would cause questions. Questions she wasn't about to answer. However, that wasn't something Ms. Nunes had to worry about as his cum flooded her mouth without warning.

"Does it taste good?" Ira asked, wickedly smirking down at her as he saw the swirling blue mist of his demonic energies in the depths of her pupils. This was exactly what he wanted, now it was his turn to repay her for every slight she had done to him. "Show it to me," he commanded. Watching how Ms. Nunes obediently heeded his order, sticking her tongue out showing off the pool of semen on its surface. "Swallow it." Ms. Nunes gave no resistance as his seed slid down her throat. Watching how she came out of his spell the moment the teeth of his zipper closed hiding his slick cock.