Special thanks to WAA01 for the proofing and the edits.
Also be on the lookout for my good friend's Our Boy's story, it will evolve around this story's universe.
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Ira turned immediately; overwhelming fear came over him as he stared at his very first Seraphim. Three pairs of wings extended as she appeared before him. Her light red hair held in a tight ponytail trailed down her back, while a curtain of her locks draped down the left side of her face. The wind gently lifting those silken strands revealing her golden eye that lay hidden underneath it. Her immense breasts bounced in the royal purple fabric that held them, straining to contain her voluptuous size. Her gold nipple chain glinted as the sun's rays struck its surface. The same royal purple cloth wrapped three fourths of the way around her waist, held secured to her hips by a gold braided chain leaving her right leg exposed and doing very little to hide her angelic mound from view as it fluttered. "
Holy shit those things are huge
!" Ira yelled into his mind. "
They're bigger than grandma's are
!" Yet he now knew what his grandmother meant when she told him he had to be as strong as a Seraphim. He also knew wherever she had brought him to it was only through her that he could ever hope to return to his home.
"Come now Ira." Metatron wore a smirk at his shocked expression. "I know for a fact you have seen an angel before," she said, her feet lightly touching down on the stone. "You did fuck my sister in the garden," Metatron said, her golden eyes running down Ira's body. Sensing a change within him, while not as powerful as she was, she knew he would be trouble if God ever gave the order to hunt him down. "Although just not one so... endowed. No?" Lifting her breasts watching how his eyes followed the bounce of her orbs against her ribs. "You like my breasts, don't you Ira?" Smiling seductively as Ira nodded. "Come here," Metatron cooed, her index finger beckoned to him. "It's okay Ira, I'm not here to harm you. Don't you want to know what these feel like?" Fondling her breasts, gently rolling them in her hand, tugging on her nipples as her eyes gazed at him in unbridled lust. Pulling the royal purple fabric to the side as he drew close noting how his eyes widened at the sight of her bare breasts. Playing with her pierced nipples as Ira drew ever closer. Her eyes dipped low wondering if he'd give the chain a little tug. It never felt right when she did it.
It was only when her father applied a gentle pressure on it that it felt so... exquisite. Biting her lip as she felt her womanhood coming to life as his eyes gazed at her and her exposed chest so lewdly. She had forgotten the time when her father did so without her tempting him. Releasing a little moan when it appeared to her that Ira had read her mind as he gave the chain a little tug. Her canal quivered as he did it again. Smiling down at the top of Ira's head as he buried his face in her vast cleavage. Her body began to tremble as his hands had a mind of their own. Feeling her breasts sandwiching out between his fingers as they rolled, flicked, pinched, and tugged on her nipples as he rubbed his face against the insides of her breasts. Her hands ran down his back gently pulling him closer to her body.
"Would you like to know where we are Ira?" Metatron asked, the pads of her fingers skimmed up his spine. Pleased that he enjoyed her breasts, she for one loved it when they were properly taken care of.
"Sure." Ira's voice was muffled by Metatron's 32G breasts.
"You are witness to the last day of the Golden Age of your kind," Metatron said matter-of-factly.
"Do what?!" Looking up at her once Ira managed to bring his face out of her bosom.
"We stand in the capital city founded by your race, governed by the very descendants of your kind," Metatron stated her golden eyes burning into him. "Atlantis!" Turning to her right so Ira could gaze out onto the city.
"What! No way!" Ira shouted rushing to stone wall. His brown eyes darted around trying to absorb everything. Watching the bodies below him moving around the city it appeared to him that they couldn't sense them high above them. He could feel it in his bones that they were indeed like him yet not. He could only feel traces of angelic essence within them. "Is this truly Atlantis?!" Ira asked, looking back at her.
"Yes," Metatron nodded. Her hips swayed alluringly as she approached him. Draping her arms down his chest as they rested on his shoulders. Pressing her breasts against Ira's back, brushing her left cheek against his right as they gazed out upon the city.
"Where are we exactly?" Ira asked, his curiosity pegged.
"You remember what Plato wrote," turning his chin to the left, "use your angelic sight Ira and you'll be able to see the pillars of Hercules," Metatron said, her voice soft yet seductive in his ear. Once her father had decreed they could seek out Ira, and after watching how her younger sister came for him. She went and learned everything she could about Ira. Going so far as to watch his life right at his side as he grew into a man. So, she knew this would be something she could give him, something that would endear her to him. In hopes that he would always welcome her to his bed when she came to him. She for one was tired of trying to get her father interested in her. It was why she agreed to be one of the four her father had chosen. She knew what he was planning, it was the same thing Lucifer was likely planning. Knowing that, since the fall, their ranks never grew, never having replenished from their Civil War. Knowing how outnumbered they were from the growing hordes of demons that Lucifer commanded along with the fifty exiled sisters that survived the fall.
"So, he was right?!" Ira whispered. Ever since Plato had wrote down the tale, men - like himself - had sought after the truth about where the mythical city had truly once lie. Some thought it was an island northeast of Crete due to the volcano that erupted that led to the destruction of the Minoan civilization. Some thought it was Crete itself due to the Minoans high advancements (i.e. indoor pumping, that won't be seen on the planet until the late eighteen-hundreds; and their linear A and linear B script that no one was able to decipher until the nineteen fifties.) Then some thought Atlantis lay in the Bahamas due to the Bimini road. Yet to actually be here, to be standing in the heart of the very city that any archeologist would give anything to be right where he was. Arching an eyebrow and tilting his head at the same time when he saw pyramid-shaped objects in the distance. "Wait?! What did you mean the last day?!" Ira asked, his mind finally restarting after being awestruck.
"The age of the Nephilim is coming to an end," Metatron said plainly, tilting Ira's chin up.
"What the...!" Ira's eyes went wide as miles high above him Nephilim and Angel battled to the death. Taking a dry swallow, he watched as Raphaela, Gabriella, and Michelle mowed down rank after rank of his kind. His fists clenched as he watched legions of angels pouring down from Heaven, joining the battle. Listening to the cries of the dying on both sides, yet his brethren were losing badly. He felt his body wanting to take flight, to go meet his aunts head on. To challenge this utter slaughter. To end this fight that they had already won, yet Metatron's arms kept him rooted.
"You cannot change what has already happened Ira. What is written so must it be. Atlantis must fall." Her voice softened, "The Nephilim of this era aren't like you, Ira. They aren't as kind as you are. These Nephilim are warlike, they enslave mankind. Look down there," Metatron said, pointing to the streets far below them. "Even if their blood is weak, they can feel the battle above them. Yet do they care? Do they care that their brethren are dying by the hundreds while they lavish in the wealth, they had plundered from the civilizations they had invaded? No. All they care about is what they can gain from this battle. What they can take from the corpses of my sisters. This is why Raphaela was so intent on killing you, because we will always remember this battle and all the ones before this one. These Nephilim are beyond cruel and need to be removed from the face of the Earth, but you aren't like them Ira. You have a heart," placing her hand over his heart, "I know you've been hurt and used. I know how much, deep inside of you, you are still hurting from all the betrayal you faced at the hands of your so-called friends and your own parents," she said, holding him tight. Her wings folding in around him bathing Ira in her heavenly light.
"Yet the moment you gained your powers, you didn't act like them," Metatron said, waving out to the city. "While yes, you did use them to get back at those who have hurt you. That's a little petty, but you are a demon as well as an angel. You're nature is chaotic. More so with the two polar opposites dwelling inside of you. It's because your human part, that's what keeps the two opposites from destroying you. So, I can't blame your wanting to get even. Something I'm sure Lucifer understands all too well," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I don't know if you will ever become like them. I think you won't. Yet..."
"I'm a threat that Heaven can't allow to roam free," Ira said, glancing out of the corner of his right eye.
"I'm glad you understand," Metatron said, her lips brushing along his jaw. Smiling mischievously as Ira stared down at his naked body after she snapped her fingers.
Ira's skin heated as Metatron's fingers danced down his chest. Biting his lip as they teased his growing rod. His eyes rolled in his head as she masterfully caressed his cock. Tickling the underside of his crown, tugging on his earlobe as she slowly began to stroke him to full mast.
"That's right Ira, enjoy how good my hand feels on that cock of yours. Don't you enjoy it when it's someone else doing this for you?" Metatron asked, her breath hot in his ear. Hearing his breathing quickening as Ira could only muster a nod to her question. "So, say... if down the road, you wouldn't mind if I whisk you away and let me take care of this hard..." Her eyes widened in hunger as his cock grew in her hand to match her father's length. Sucking hard on her lower lip, feeling her cunt throbbing in anticipation as her hand ran down his fifteen-inch cock. Her wings folded and tucked themselves against her back before disappearing. She knew they would only get in the way of what she needed him to do to her hot pussy. "Turn around Ira," Metatron whispered backing away from him.
Ira's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched Metatron as she undid the clasp that held the gold braided chain taut. It, along with the royal purple cloth, fell to the stone in a soft kiss. His eyes ran up and down her six-foot- three-inch form as her heavenly body was on display for his eyes only. His cock flexed instinctively as those cosmic breasts bounced as her shapely legs carried her towards him. Ira melted into his mind as their lips embraced each other's. He couldn't believe how divine that simple kiss felt. His body trembled as Metatron's breasts trailed down his chest as she sank to her knees.
Moaning softly as her lips ran up the side of his shaft. Sucking in a gasp as she swallowed eight inches of his rod. Her hands working in tandem as her head rocked. Her tongue swirled around his crown as those golden eyes gazed up at him. Ira was floating on a sea of euphoria. He didn't know how anyone could last beyond a minute of her masterful blowjob that in all likelihood she has been performing since before the dawn of time.
"Do you like the feel of my mouth Ira?" Metatron asked, before licking up one side of Ira's very long cock.
