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.