Thanks to WAA for the edits and the proofing.
Thanks WAA for allowing me use of the scene from 'Our Boy's part 3.'
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The night before...
The lights of the city reflected off the cliffs as death stalked that once peaceful scenic park. "Wolves asleep amidst the trees..." The intro to Marcin PrzybyΕowicz's 'Lullaby of Woe' began to drift on the soft breeze on honey-sweet words. "Bats all a-sway in the breeze." How she loved performing this task for her ladyship. She knew how holy this labor was for her lady. Given how her lady Lucifer used to frolic through the night sky in ages of old sowing nightmares, whispers, taunts, lures, damnation along the lane of yesteryear. "But one soul lies anxious wide awake." Her black painted lips curved into a wicked smile as the female jogger collapsed on the jogging path. The light of the woman's soul shone along her black soulless eyes. "Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths." She whispered evilly, as the woman's soul was less than an inch away from her lips. "For your dolly Polly sleep has flown." Her tongue ran along her needle-like teeth. "Don't dare let her tremble alone." Her pale hand mimicked patting the soul. "For the Witcher, heartless, cold." Her back arched seductively against the replica of a 19
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century gas streetlamp that lined the wandering path that meandered through the park. "Paid in coin of gold." Her lips curled seductively and hungrily as Ira's image flashed in her mind.
"He comes, he goes." Her featherlight touch danced down her chest, along the sensuous curve of her breast, stopping on the tip of her pale pink nipple that laid beneath her Megadeath t-shirt. This she could agree with the humans on. "Leaving naught behind." The light of the gem flared as the soul touched the stones surface. Her body trembling as she felt his power floating on the air. "But heartache and woe." Her blood-red nail cavorted down her stomach picturing how strong he would become. Her nose wiggled at the scent of a hell-bound soul. "Deep, deep woe." An evil light flared in her eyes at the handsome man as he tried to score with his date, her lady had given her permission to take these doomed souls to feed Ira as much as he needed to, without taking the ones not meant to die that day.
"Birds are silent for this night." Her body floated over the earth as she skipped gleefully towards him. She knew Ira would pitch a fit if she had taken them from the innocent, and since they'd already sold their souls: Fair game. "Cows turned in as daylight dies. But one soul lies anxious wide awake. Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths," Mor sang as she danced along the path leading the soul deeper into the darkness. "My dear Polly shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries. As the Witcher, brave and bold. Paid in coin of god," coming to a stop that overlooked the city her mate had chosen to house his seat of power.
"He'll chop and slice you," Mor cooed to the soul. "Cut and slice you. Eat you up whole. Eat you whole." Her face contorted demonically her wicked smile stretched to her ears revealing those soul piercing teeth. Her true form rushing to the surface at the scent of the doomed soul. How her body trembled gleefully at the soul's cries as she devoured it.
"I see you have fed well, Mor," Lucifer said, her voice cutting through the darkness. Her golden eyes noted the seven different lights that glowed in Mor's womb as they fed on the remains of that man's soul.
"Of course, my lady," Mor said, dropping to her knees, paying homage to her ladyship. "Our children are growing rapidly, only shows how powerful Mor's mate and prince is," she said, cheerfully, as she placed her hands over her womb. "I swear they will serve Hell faithfully, my lady," Mor said, with determination.
"I'm sure they will," Lucifer said, with a cruel smile, as her own hands went to her womb. Knowing how her own child was growing quickly. She would have to stay away from Ira and her family while her and Ira's child grew. Then when the time was right... show her father how beautiful she was. Humming her own lullaby as the shadows swallowed her.
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Twelve hours later...
"Well, could ya turn down the light?" Ira asked, as he squinted over his forearm. Bracing himself as her wings sent a gust of air along that stone lane.
Her lush lips curved into an alluring smile as Michelle closed the distance between them. "Is my body not appealing to you, Nephilim?" Michelle asked, her eyes roaming his body remembering how her sister's faces were locked in sweet bliss beneath his touch. Her 38EE breasts bounced as she slyly noted how his eyes dipped low savoring how they moved beneath her azalea colored formal military dress jacket. She thought showing off her stature as a soldier would be good for her, to show him that she wasn't a push over if he thought to use his powers against her. Turning her head to the right, her wing wrapped around her body, her golden eye peered over its edge waiting for his answer.
"That's an understatement..." Ira muttered, looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you," Michelle said sweetly, as her eyes glanced up at him as her fingers ran along the edge of her wing.
"Yeah, I like how you look..." His head shot back as Michelle's face instantly filled his view.
"Truly?!" Michelle asked, her eyes wide hoping he was speaking the truth.
"Umm... yeah," taking a few steps back, "why wouldn't I?" Ira asked tentatively, as his eyes slowly ran down her form.
His eyes followed Michelle as her fingers took hold of the right strap of his bookbag as she walked behind him. "I don't think you'll be needing this," Michelle purred seductively into his ear. Tossing his bag to the ground, a slight smirk raised her lips as she felt his body stiffening as she pressed her breasts against his back. Softly biting her lip as her nose trailed up the back of Ira's neck. Recounting how long it's been since she's been this close to a man. "Tell me Ira." Her voice was light and sweet as the tips of her fingers ran down his left arm. "Do you like being with us, or have our needs been pushed onto you?" Michelle asked, as her fingers interweaved with his, giving his hand a light squeeze.
"Yeah, again, why wouldn't I?" Ira asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Well..." Her lips danced along his shoulders as she felt his angelic essence brushing against hers. "Since everything that's been going on with you lately..." Holding him in place as Ira started to pull away. Her cheeks heating as her nipples rubbed against her back. Glad she was standing behind him as her thighs rubbed together. She didn't want him to see how much she needed this. Needed to feel something surging between her legs, something -- someone -- tasting her hot nectar, and definitely something that would make her tight peach all nice and creamy. "I thought maybe... maybe you would be growing tired of my father's decree."
"No..." Soon as the word left his lips Ira was teleported to the roof of the science building. Ira huffed as his back slammed into the concrete wall of the roof access. Taking a dry swallow as her blonde hair floated behind her. Her holy light flared and shimmered as her wings were fully extended. Those golden eyes danced so elegantly along the mirror as it floated before her. A luxurious smile lifted the corners of her lips as her eyes flickered over to him. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as she gave herself one final look over before she waved the mirror away. Her wings disappeared in bits of light as her hands rose. Her fingers making quick work of the gold buttons the size of a two pence British coin. Giving her head a little jerk upwards taunting him to look away as her hips swayed provocatively.
Her eyes burned in her hunger as she watched how those eyes of his widened as she pulled the fabric of her jacket away from her chest. Exposing Ira to her womanly curves as the sun danced along her naked chest. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her fingers gave her light pink nipples a gentle tug as the wind rolled her jacket along the roof before it soared through the air to where no man could ever know. "Tell me, am I not pretty?" Michelle asked, her lips curled taunting Ira to pluck at their lushness. "Am I not beautiful? Doesn't my body excite you?" she asked in a sultry tone, as her fingers lowered the zipper on her skirt. While yes, she could have easily snapped her fingers and be standing naked in front of him, the thought was highly appealing to her, it was just that she thought undressing for him would feel more erotic to Ira.
Ira didn't need to answer her question the swelling and flexing of his cock did that for him. His heart leaped to his throat as he felt her breasts lightly brushing along his chest as she stood before him. His eyes darted to the left as the palm of her hand struck the face of the wall as her left hand moved up his chest.
"Well Ira? Am I not beautiful?" Michelle asked, her lips curved seductively with each vowel.
"O-of course, you are," Ira stammered. When he first saw her, as he spied on his grandmother from the shadows, he didn't think he'd ever be this close to her, nor did he think she'd be the one whom God spoke to him about. He would have thought, given she was the one who tossed his grandmother into the pit, she wouldn't want to be here much less be pressing her sinful, nude body against his.