Porn Star Family part 17
Seven Sisters of the Underworld
By
Soul71
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.
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"And there came seven spirit females bound and woven together, fair in appearance and comely. And, I, Solomon, seeing them, questioned them and said: "Who are ye?" But they, with one accord, said with one voice: "We are of the thirty-three elements of the cosmic ruler of the darkness." And the first said: "I am Deception." The second said: "I am Strife." The third: "I am
Klothod
, which is battle." The fourth: "I am Jealousy." The fifth: "I am Power." The sixth: "I am Error." The seventh: "I am the worst of all, and our stars are in heaven. Seven stars humble in sheen, and all together. And we are called as it were goddesses. We change our place all and together, and together we live, sometimes in Lydia, sometimes in Olympus, sometimes in a great mountain."
The Testament of Solomon verse 34
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Chapter One
Placebo's 'Running Up That Hill' rang out along the sulfur laced sky of Hell as
Zophiel
's smile lit up the air. Laughing joyously as she peered behind her as Ira kept up with her. Knowing while he no longer held the power of a Seraphim, his body, once tasted, would soon hunger to return to that perfect state. Tucking her six wings in, rolling her body, her hands taking hold of Ira's shoulders plunging them both into an uncontrollable spinning dive. Her 32H breasts pancaked out as she pressed her chest hard against Ira's chest. Her tongue explored the warmth of his mouth while his right hand pressed high on her back while his left took command of her ass. Feeling her angelic nectar gathering awaiting for the time she would feel his lips upon her mound that hasn't been touched in eons.
Giggling mischievously as her wings unfolded, releasing her hold on him. Feeling so naughty at the shocked look in his eyes as he fell the three feet to the desolate stone below him. With a snap of her fingers the meager clothing, in truth, it was only Ira's boxers, vanished from existence. Running her teeth along her lower lip, her bare foot pressing Ira back onto the stone when he tried to lift himself up. "Nah-uh, my li'l Nagdaium', you're right where I want you," Zophiel cooed, the burning light of her hunger shimmered in her eyes. Recounting what Gabriella had taunted, a seductive smile formed on her lips pondering what the child born from the first angel of creation and the first Nagdaium' would be like. "You did promise you would..." Waving her hand down her body, removing her amethyst and white robe, if you can call two pieces of cloth that barely covered her 32H breasts leaving a very wide 'V' down the middle of her chest down to the top of her mons Venus only to be held taut to her body by a gold chain belt, a robe. Ornate gold shoulder armor sat tightly to her body; matching gold winged bracelets adorned her wrists mirroring her tiara from her body. "Taste this, didn't you Ira?" Zophiel inquired, running her fingers through her platinum thatch of hair along her mons Venus. Her golden eyes ran down his reverse C-shaped horns, the halo that foretold of his angelic side, the burning crown of Hell below it, and his snow-white hair. Drinking in her fill as those gold-ruby eyes gazed up at her. Feeling her cunt throbbing in anticipation of what those lips of his, more importantly what his tongue, would feel like in her angelic peach.
"I did, that's true, so why don't you plant that pussy right here," Ira spoke, his finger tapping his lips. Seeing Zophiel's widening smile when those words left his lips.
"Do you think you can handle the taste of the angel of Fate's pussy?" Zophiel asked, in a wanton purr.
"I'll risk it," Ira said, with a cocky smile. After all the threat to the world was over, his grandmother would get some relief from her punishment as would the other fallen angels, even Zophiel, with the deal he had made with Yahweh. Why not enjoy the delights of what Zophiel was offering him? The back of his head hit the stone when Zophiel's face appeared a hair's breadth from his. His eyes glanced to the right and the left as she planted her hands. Feeling the silkiness of her thighs when they brushed along his hips, the softness of her breast as they pressed into him. Watching how Zophiel dispelled her wings.
"Do you know why I brought you to the deepest part of Hell?" Zophiel asked, rolling her hips forward, rubbing her cunt along Ira's stomach marking him in her scent.
"No... but I'm going to assume you go big bada boom as well?" Ira stated referencing the line from Fifth Element.
"Mmm... more," Zophiel purred in his ear. "Do you like the feel of my pussy Ira? Would you always please it?" Referencing their immortality.
"I might be a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them," Ira said, with a coy smirk.
"Mmm..." Pushing herself up, the light of Hell bathed her body, a sultry smile graced her lips as she rocked her hips, giving Ira a preview of how good she would look when she was riding his cock. Her hands lightly ran along his chest. Knowing he would need help gathering the power needed to stave off her father and his forces as well as Lucifer's. She had long since seen this day coming when she was cast out of Heaven. It was her Fate, as odd as that was. Yet as she fell to the deepest parts of Hell, she had caught a glimpse of something that would keep the two powers in balance. She just didn't know it would be Ira that would be the power player. "Am I beautiful, Ira?" Zophiel asked, in a bashful tone.
"This a trick question?" Ira inquired with a pointed look, knowing if anyone saw her and thought she wasn't then they needed to have their eyes checked. Seeing her blushing cheeks, noting how she reached back behind her feeling her featherlight touch upon his hardening rod. Feeling it growing to her desired length. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when Zophiel ran his stout rod between her ass cheeks.
"So many angels want this, Ira, some far prettier than I..."
"Yet, I don't see any here, just you," Ira cut her off. Running his hands up her stomach, feeling how heavy those orbs of hers were as he cradled them in his hand.
"Will you give me what my sisters have?" Zophiel asked, noting his perplexed look. "A child, Ira, will you give me one?"
"You sure you want to carry my child?"
"Mmmhmm," Zophiel hummed before her image shimmered out of view. Whimpering when she reappeared with her mound a hair's breadth away from Ira's lips. Feeling his hot breath along her heated mound. "Taste me, Ira," she pleaded in need after so many eons of not feeling her father's touch. Ira might not be Yahweh, yet he was the Prince of Heaven even if he couldn't enter that Holy city. Her moans traveled across the hellish landscape at the touch of Ira's lips. Her pounding hand sent cracks along the surface as Ira brought her such bliss. Her angelic light flared out, incinerating any foolish demon in its path. "More, Ira, I need more!" Zophiel begged wiggling her wet dripping cunt before his eyes. Ira was all the more willing to give her what she wanted.
A coy smirk rose the corner of his lips when Ira had her writhing on his tongue. Feeling that angelic mound tightening around it when his forked tongue rolled within her heat. Yet she wasn't the only one getting pleasure, oh no, Zophiel was showing Ira just how she had sucked her father off when it was only her and her mother. Just like all her sisters her mother was cast out given how she was the one that created Lilith the first woman. Like Lilith, Ba'al wouldn't submit to her father, like Lilith wouldn't submit to Adam. Yahweh just didn't like to announce that he had help creating the Heavens that he had usurped from the Pagan gods. And so, as the centuries passed, man slowly forgot that Yahweh, or God, had a wife, the text being constantly rewritten to show that Yahweh was the only one in the Heavens. Zophiel could never understand why mortals would leave out the truth to suit their view of how they came to be.
Zophiel's eyes rolled in the back of her head as Ira's cum flooded her mouth. Staring hungrily at Ira's slick cock when once it left her lips. Licking up its length, hearing Ira's moan of pleasure, just like she wanted to hear. After all, she could no longer return to Heaven, and she was planning never to lose out on this again. Her golden eyes stared down at Ira when she positioned herself over his still hard cock. Something she was grateful to his incubus side for. She would hate to have to wait to finally feel that connection she had lost in her fall. Her three sets of wings unfurled and flared out as she plunged down on that thick root of his. Elation marred her face as Zophiel tossed back her head and moaned loudly in sweet bliss. Feeling all of his fifteen inches in her tight, angelic cunt. Feeling Ira's hands gripping her thighs tightly as her folds squeezed that steel rod. The sounds of her heavy hanging breasts filled the air as they thumped against her ribs as she rocked on that cock of his. Feeling her nectar coating Ira's tool, her hand resting on his chest as she gave everything of herself to him. Feeling her vibration increasing, the spark leaping across the connection that all angels feel when their true orgasms were near.
"Shield your eyes, Ira!" Zophiel screamed out as her angelic light streamed forth from her wings as her ethereal form exploded. Her amethyst gasified form raced across the land destroying everything it touched in her orgasmic eruption in a five hundred mile radius. Absorbing Ira's cum into her essence as it shot into the air in time with her own climax. Her ghostly fingers trailed down Ira's right cheek when her ethereal form gazed down at him. Knowing their daughter would soon be born. "
Thank you, Ira
," noting how his eyes slyly looked around at the now empty space, "
