"Ira, what did you just do?" Cora asked in awe as she watched her mother's chest heaving rapidly.
"Ira!" Lucifer's voice thundered as he lightly ran his feather along her inner left thigh as he tormented her.
"Would you like to find out?" Ira asked, peering over at his mother.
"Ira... what are... Oh, fuck me!" Cora wailed as she spontaneously came as Ira's essence flooded her body in ways she's never experienced before.
"Mmm, I think we need to remove these clothes; I would hate for you to soak your panties in your bliss," Ira spoke, running his feather along his fork tongue, tasting his mother's and grandmother's sex upon it, with another snap of his fingers removing his mother's and his grandmother's clothing. "Yet, to leave you hanging while you watch is very poor of me as your son. So, do enjoy it," he said, listening to his mother's whimpers as the feather he had plucked from his wing moved teasingly along her body.
Cora peered through her weak eyes; she'd forgotten how many times she'd came. All she knew was her pussy was soaked, her body weak from the numerous orgasms that assaulted her form. Watching the red mist hover over his pupils as her son stood in front of her suspended mother. Looking worryingly around her as; what light there was in that hellish place darkened as her mother leaned forward. Swallowing hard when she noticed a red murderous light appear in her mother's pupils.
"You dare to humiliate the Lord of Hell in her own realm?!" Lucifer spoke; her voice shook the very foundations of Hell.
"I dare," Ira answered with a devilish grin on his lips. "Whatever will you do, oh Lord of Hell," he taunted, hiding the fear he felt as his grandmother leaned forward, feeling her power pushing the restraints he had conjured to their limit.
"Everything in my power..." Lucifer howled as she tossed her head back, her breasts justled, and her nectar dripped endlessly onto the floor of her cell when Ira added another feather to her torment. Her chest heaved, peering through her half-closed eyes, hating the taunting smirk on Ira's lips as she felt his tail slipping into her hot, wet cunt. "Don't tease me, Ira," Lucifer panted low.
"Whoever said I'm teasing you," Ira gloated, feeling her sex coating his tail as it surged through her folds.
"I do," Cora said, causing the two of them to look over at her.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm, you can't do this to us if you don't plan on fucking us," Cora stated, trying to wiggle out of her bonds.
"See, even Cora knows you're just teasing us," Lucifer uttered, breathing heavily. Her immortal sweat beaded along her brow; her chest heaved as she noted the devilish look in her grandson's eyes as his feather moved along his fork tongue. Watching his incubus energy arcing off the feather as Ira dragged it along his tongue. "Come, Ira, you can't get me, us, this fucking wet and just leave us wanting," she stated, her glistening mound reflected the orange-red glow of the light of the lake of magma. "You can't torment me so... deliciously and make me plead to have you taking me in front of my own daughter. I know I didn't raise you to be so cruel to me," Lucifer said; her angelic light floated off her wings in particles as her body was so energized it wouldn't take much for Ira to send her over the edge, i.e., a solid good thrust would do it. However, she did not care for the look in his eye before he turned his attention to Cora.
"Ira..." Cora's voice carried concern as her son stared at her with those red burgundy eyes of his. She didn't know how to feel, scared or excited. It seemed to her wherever they were in Hell seemed to bend to Ira's demonic will as if the fabric of the place yearned for its lover.
"Damn it, Ira!" Lucifer cried out at his renewed assault on her body by three of his feathers. "I will get..." Her angelic light flared from her eyes and mouth as her vibration neared its peak. As Ira strolled towards his mother, as she just stared at him like she didn't know him at all. Nevertheless, when she felt the soft caress on her right cheek, she knew the touch of the man she loved. Ira said nothing as he stared into his mother's eyes; his right arm reached down and wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.
"Yes, baby, put it in me," Cora whispered, wishing she had her hands free all so she could hold onto her man. She groaned in want as she felt the crown of his rod pressing against her entrance, moaning as she felt something otherworldly as Ira inched deeper into her sex. While she has had a lot of sex throughout her career as a porn star, the moment she felt him inside of her was like nothing she's ever felt before. It felt to her that her very being was being touched by all of him at once, yet, not, it was so confusing to her. A predatory light appeared in her eyes as she stared at her son, silently telling him she wanted more. She jerked her chin at him as to say: 'That all you got?!' "Oh... fuck!" she gasped; she had no idea what he did, yet she knew her pussy was at his mercy, and Ira knew it. Wondering if this was what all the women he had sex with to feed on felt.
"Ira!" Lucifer screamed out. Growing jealous of watching her own daughter cumming, to how her four wings unfurled, her darkened heavenly light shot off her wings as she came hard on Ira's cock. "You're supposed to be fucking me!" she whined; she needed to feel him back inside her now more than ever. Ira might be the Prince of Hell, yet Hell heeded her call, her command, and she'd be damned if she was going to suffer this wanton lust any longer!
"Oh shit," Ira cursed beneath his breath as Lucifer's power filled the chamber; magma surged upwards, striking the roof as Lucifer grew to twenty feet tall, breaking the bindings he had used to keep them aloft. For the first time since he's come to learn who he was and who she was to him, Ira felt fear as the power of Hell swirled around her body. As it burned brightly in her pupils as she glared down at him. Swallowing hard as the chamber's light faded rapidly as it concentrated in a halo around her body. "Hmpf!" Ira huffed out as his grandmother's power took hold of his body and flung him across the chamber, reverting to his twelve-foot form as his back struck one of the pillars of stone that held the roof aloft. Looking left and right as the stone came alive and encased his wrist, he could feel his grandmother's power lacing the stone, keeping him bound to the pillar. While he was God's and Lucifer's equal in his realm of Fourth Heaven, outside of it, he was just a very powerful Nagdaium', where his angelic half was only on par with a Cherubim class of angel at the moment, and his demon was just as strong, he was still at the mercy of his grandmother. True, he could put up a fight, yet the look in Lucifer's eyes told him don't bother to try; he would fail spectacularly.
"You come to my realm, torment the Lord of Hell so... deliciously, and think you can disrespect me by not fucking me first!" Lucifer hissed, thrusting her giant face inches away from Ira's.
"Kind of," Ira said with a devilish smirk. Granted, not the wisest choice to make with a very horny angel looming over him. "What're ya gonna do, oh, Lord of Hell?" he taunted.
"Everything I want," Lucifer said, her fingers snapped, removing the remainder of Ira's clothing. "You started this, Suriel Zol; you knew this would be the outcome when you teased me so much," she spoke before passionately kissing her grandson. Her wings extended, slowly beginning to flap, lifting her off the floor of her cage. Her free hand reached down and took hold of the root of his cock while the other was like a vise on Ira's chin, making him stare into her eyes as her massive size began to sink down on Ira's fifteen-inch cock, the length needed to bridge the gap to allow an angel to experience their true orgasms.
Cora just watched in shock and awe as she watched her mother's ass cheeks clapping away, which she would admit sounded more like what one would think giant pieces of metal banging against one another sounded like. Her arms strained against whatever it was that her son had bound her in so she could get a better look at the two of them. True, she has seen and even participated in a few of them, the two of them fucking each other. Yet to her, this seemed different, more intimate to her than whenever her mother used the disguise she wore when she was on Earth. It seemed to her that her mother was freer with herself now that she didn't have to hide who she truly was. Huffing in annoyance that she couldn't free herself, she would have to punish her son for making her miss out on all the action as what seemed like an hour had passed as her mother fucked her son on that pillar. Tilting her head when a bed just materialized out of nowhere in front of her. Her nostrils flared as the two of them appeared upon its surface. She's been in a great many movies; nonetheless, the way the two of them were intertwined made her mad with jealousy.
