Porn Star Family Pt. 18

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Seven Sisters of the Underworld

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Soul71

Thanks to WAA01, Killerarmyguy, and Taco for the edits.

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Last time on Porn Star….

“Yeah, I was just taking in the sight before me,” Ira flirted, not letting on how painful that was. It wasn’t as bad as when Raphaela stabbed him with her spear; it still hurt, nonetheless.

“Oh?! See anything you like?” Allocen asked; her dark raven hair floated on the breeze as her mountainous OO breasts loomed over him from her twenty-foot-tall height.

“A little too much,” Ira mumbled, not seeing the smirk on Allocen’s lips. “How about we put this thing in the ground, and then we’ll discuss why you don’t have anything on.”

“Why not show off the goods, hmm? You’re going to be inside of me soon.” Ira didn’t like how she said the word ‘soon’. “But you are correct, business first.” With that, they both struck out, using their combined might against the first Sister of the Underworld. Allocen cried out in pain as Deception sent her flying after their minutes of struggle against one as powerful as the Sisters. His foot sank into the pavement, his massive arms trembled as he tried to overpower her, yet her hand simply ran along the blade of his sword without harming her own self. That only told him one thing: he was so screwed!

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Chapter One.

Ira’s eyes went wide as he felt something tearing through his midsection. Instantly he felt his vast powers leaving him and the wickedness behind that shadow growing before whatever Deception was sent him flying like he was nothing more than a rag doll to her.

“No!” Allocen[1] screamed out in terror as she watched how Ira was so easily dispatched. Seeing the deal, he had made to free them from their torment evaporating right before her eyes.

Ira’s sword fell from his grip, clanging on the asphalt of the parking lot. Smoke drifted off his body; his golden ichor poured out around him when his body slumped listlessly against the car his body had crashed into. The car’s red paint could be seen through the gaping hole in Ira’s stomach. His chin dropped to his chest, the light of his humanity fading from his eyes as his life flashed before them. Knowing he had failed, he failed to protect his family when they didn’t know the danger they were in, both from the threat he now faced and what they were born as. A ringing grew then turned into a hum in his ears as his life gradually began to slip from his body. The years of Vikki’s taunts, put-downs, and crude words played out in his mind. The night she had taken his virginity[2] taunted him. The days and weeks that came after seemed to fade to nothing as his mind grew weak.

“Why are you playing dead?” Ira’s mind was confused as it sounded so much like Samuel, yet he knew Samuel wasn’t there. No. He was on his way to Greece. “Why are you still holding yourself back? You aren’t mortal any longer, Ira. It’s time for you to accept that. Now get the fuck up! And show that thing the man I fought alongside[3]!”

“It’s too strong,” Ira said weakly in his mind.

“Bullshit! Okay, it’s strong, so fucking what! So are you! Use it!”

“Don’t know how,” Ira mumbled as the image of the ring flashed in his mind.

“All magic is about will, Ira. Focus your will on the ring and make the bitch submit to you. Be strong; you can do this. I know you can.”

“Funny for you to say, you aren’t even here.”

“Hey, if I wasn’t twenty thousand feet in the air right now. I would be. Can’t you hear them?”

“Hear who?” Ira asked, confused.

“The people praying to you, who else would I be talking about? We are inside your head, after all.” Imagine Dragons ‘Believer’ began to play in his mind, why he couldn’t say. It seemed to him his mind had a twisted sense of humor before he died.

“Father, I know you can do this; I have faith in you.” Anael’s[4] prayer filled his mind, along with Cassiel’s [5] and Lailah’s[6]. Seeing in his mind that they were on his temple mount, kneeling before his shrine, with their hands folded before them.

“Dear Heavenly Father, please look after the kind angel that brought me back to life. It made my mommy and daddy very happy that he could give me life. Please God, see it in your grace that he finds happiness like he’s given me.” Ira heard Careline’s prayer as she was knelt at the side of her bed before going to sleep earlier that day in their new home in France. Wondering why he would be getting it if it was directed at Yahweh. A flash of a crude image of his likeness in the form of a figurine appeared in his mind.

“Now get to your feet, Ira! How else are you going to woo my sister and aunt if you’re dead?!”

“Oh, that’s so going to happen,” Ira stated in determination. The power of Fourth Heaven burned in the depths of his pupils as he felt the last stone of his shrine being laid.

Allocen’s head snapped around as a pressure wave radiated out from Ira’s body. Watching how the hole in his tuzla escort stomach rapidly sealed itself. Turning away and shielding her eyes as a red burgundy pillar erupted from the ground as Ira began his transcendence from a simple Nagdaium’ (angel/demon/human), to a state of godhood. Peering over her shoulder as she noted how the shadowy image of his form slowly began to lift off the ground. Noting how the image of his tail wrapped around his legs, how his six wings extended and then folded to his front, shielding him as he began his transformation to something… more! The souls in Ira’s possession began to appear in a clockwise motion a few feet in front of the pillar. Her eyes glanced down as Ira’s sword dematerialized. Darting away so as not to be caught in the blast zone. Feeling the air around her beginning to hum, a sizzling spark of electricity materialized around Ira’s form as he floated in the center of that pillar. Watching it grow and grow before striking wildly on the ground digging ruts through the asphalt, and destroying cars in the process.

Fighting to keep herself in the air as a hurricane vortex formed around Ira when the pillar became a shell. Even with the power of Hell at her back, it was overpowering her. Zipping to the ground and plunging her sword into the asphalt to anchor herself as Ira’s power grew beyond anything she could imagine. Glancing over seeing how the Sister was also struggling to stay on her feet.

“Who are you!” Allocen shouted over the wind as she peered up at that shell that hid the being that she would soon be laying with; if they survived the night, that is.

“I. Am.” Ira’s voice was strong; the very essence of creation vibrated all around her as his words danced on the air. “Suriel Zol!” Ira roared. His six wings shattered the sphere that encased him as if it was made of glass. His angelic light darkened due to his choice to fall, radiated off his six wings in light particles. His reverse C-shaped horns were cloaked in darkness, the menacing nature of his demon pressed down on the world below him. It was only due to the light of his crown and halo that anyone could make out his horns, given the unnatural darkness surrounding them. The strands of his white hair floated aimlessly behind him. His jaw was clenched, his red burgundy eyes burned in his might as all three powers were fully merged into one. Although, he had to burn away most of his humanity, only leaving one-sixteenth left of his former self to house the power of Fourth Heaven within his body. Raising his right hand skyward. A bolt of lightning shot down, striking the palm of his hand, turning his hand as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his new sword he had forged out of the plasma of that element.

The blade of her sword dug through the ground as the single flap of Ira’s wings pushed her back eight yards. Her eyes were barely able to keep up with his movements as Ira zipped down from his lofty height. Hearing the Sister’s scream of agony as Ira’s blade cut through her form. Allocen watched in awe as Ira had the Sister overpowered. Her body shuddered in lust as she heard and felt the wickedness of his words when he had the Sister on her knees with his right hand clamped around her face.

“Yield to me?! Submit to me!” Allocen felt her cunt creaming as she watched his demon taint drifting off his eyes in a red mist. Feeling the overwhelming dread of his demon’s oppression pressing down on her angel. Hearing the thrashing of his tail as it struck the pavement. “Become mine or die.” Allocen had no doubt Ira had the means to destroy the Sister now. She assumed the Sister knew that too as her very being was pulled into the ring. A wicked grin spread along her lips as she dispelled her sword when Ira dropped to a knee. Her ass bounced as she sauntered up to Ira to collect her prize, knowing after that battle and transformation he would be somewhat weakened. She knew the perfect place for the Prince of Hell and Ruler of Fourth Heaven to recoup his strength — Her bed!

Ira’s eyes shot wide when Allocen shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. Her GG size breasts swayed violently, given how she had shrunk down to a humanoid size to kiss him. He couldn’t help himself; his hands reached out, feeling how heavenly — no pun intended — they felt in his hands as he cradled them.

“Shall we retire to my castle, sire?” Allocen purred in lust as her wings folded in around Ira. It was going to happen, whether or not he wanted it.

******

Ira fell face-first onto his bed after he returned from Hell. His body still hummed in pain from the devices Allocen enjoys implementing during sex. He had no idea where the hell she picked up that kink, and he didn’t want to know. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny he didn’t enjoy making that angel cum. Wondering if… turning his head as he felt a leg brushing along the back of his when it had slipped out from under the covers.

“Come to bed, baby; mama needs to feel pendik escort you pressed against me,” Cora whispered in a loving tone as the light of the moon shone down upon them. Biting her lip when her son nearly leapt out of bed as he hurried to undress. Her nails skimmed along her skin as she ran her hand between the cleavage of her orbs. Her eyes savoring every inch of the man her son had grown into. Her eyes lingering on the scar[7] on his upper right chest. Wondering how he got it. Every time she asked about it, he would either get tight-lipped or change the subject, so she stopped asking. It did get her rather annoyed that her son was keeping secrets from her. She just wished he would trust her enough to tell her everything that’s been going on with him lately. “Ira?” Watching how that stilled her son as he held his unbuckled belt in his hands. The cover slid down her body as she pushed herself up on her right arm. Knowing how good she looked as the silvery light of the moon played along her body. “You know you can tell me anything, right, and I won’t judge you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Ira uttered with a hint of nervousness.

“Then I need to tell you something,” Cora stated, patting the spot before her, telling her son to sit.

“Okay, what about?” Ira asked, kicking off his boots once he had untied them. Reminding himself to call Samuel in the morning to thank him for giving him the kick in the ass he needed. Hoping that his friend’s flight was uneventful.

“That I…” Stopping herself, seeing something in his eyes, it appeared to her to be fear. Fear of what she didn’t know. Was it of her learning the truth? Of her rejection to him if she knew that he was an incubus? Did he fear that she would chase him from their home if she learned that Vikki was the one that turned him into one? She didn’t know the answers to these questions.

“You what?” Ira prodded on with an arched eyebrow.

“That I’m in love with you,” Cora said, wrapping her arms around her son’s neck and leaning in passionately, kissing her son. Feeling something stirring within her as their lips melded together. Seeing the relief in her son’s eyes when she pulled away. “Now come on, it’s late; you can make it up to me in the morning before you go to school,” she stated with a lustful smile.

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“Hello, Ira,” Beth cooed as she slid into her seat as the other students of Ms. Nunes’ class filed in.

“Beth,” Ira nodded to her, noting how her hands rested over their sleeping child.

“I’ve missed you,” Cybil sighed once her lips left his. Her blue eyes peering at him with longing. “You should come over more often. You know we belong together,” she stated, smirking at Beth’s huff. Winking at him before moving off to take her seat behind him.

Ira ignored the burning glares of hate the male class members levied at him. The demon inside of him writhed in it. Strengthening his body after the fight with Deception. While he might now be officially the Ruler of Fourth Heaven, he was still partially a demon along with his angel half. Noting the look Beth was giving him as he peered at his hand, seeing how he could no longer discern what was what when they all were so harmoniously intertwined as one. Seeing the fear flooding her eyes when his eyes took on their new color as he smirked at her. Knowing even with that brief glimpse of his new self, it would give her an idea of how powerful he truly was now. Still, though, he knew it wasn’t enough. Even with siphoning off the Sister’s strength from the ring, it wasn’t enough to hold back Yahweh or his grandmother for long. He needed more souls; he still hadn’t reached the pinnacle of what his angel half could be. Noting the empty seat before him when Ms. Nunes walked into the classroom. Knowing Gabriella was still in Fourth Heaven preparing for the birth of Nanael, their daughter. Shooting Ms. Nunes a wicked smirk remembering how she looked as all those men took turns with her body.

Watching how she sauntered along the aisle, her hips swayed as her skirt hugged her hips. Seeing how she took the report he had done off the top of the stack of papers and folders, she held it in her right hand. Arching an eyebrow when he noted the ‘B’ that the paper earned.

“Stay after class, Mr. Roderick, and we’ll discuss what you can do to earn extra credit. Otherwise, I fear you won’t have the GPA to get into that college of yours,” Ms. Nunes said, her finger tapping on what she had written beneath the grade she had given him. “Cybil, I expected more from you,” she intoned as she laid her graded report on her desk. Smiling over her shoulder when she noted how Ira quickly ogled her ass. Not that she minded; after all, it was the ass he would be holding onto at the end of class.

It wasn’t the first time Ira asked himself if a cosmic being needed to finish high school as Beth and Cybil shot Ira menacing stares when they caught him staring at Ms. Nunes’ ass. He didn’t understand aydınlı escort why Beth was annoyed; he was an incubus after all. He was always horny.

“I’m hotter than she is; you don’t need to stare at her, Ira, when I’m right here,” Beth huffed. “After all, I am your Consort,” she mouthed the last word.

“So? Jealous?” Ira teased before being told to pay attention.

“Mom, has a surprise for you; come by the house later, okay?” Beth whispered as the bell rang, ending his English class.

“Alright,” Ira nodded. Wondering how Yahweh could be everywhere at once when he could barely contend with all that was going on in his life at the moment. Pondering if he should ask him the next time he and God had a chat. Shaking the weirdness of it from his mind as Ms. Nunes closed and locked the door when the last student left the room.

“Well, Ira, are you willing to earn that extra credit?” Ms. Nunes asked, reaching behind her back and lowering the zipper of her skirt. Allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing to his eyes the crotchless panties she had worn that day. Running her finger through her labia, letting Ira hear how wet she already was waiting for this moment. Sucking her finger clean as she brought it to her lips. Her heels scraped on the floor as she spun around, her hands slamming on the desk that Beth sat at, pointing her ass at him. “Come, Ira, and stick that fucking cock into this pussy of mine,” Ms. Nunes stated with need, pulling on her left ass cheek flashing him her hot, wet mound before slapping it. “Get up here and make me howl like a bitch!”

Ira could only smirk as his fork tongue ran along his lips, tasting the meal to come. With a snap of his fingers, stopping time all around the world, he was going to enjoy this. He didn’t want to be rushed. Hearing her gasp of want as the sound of his zipper lowered.

“This the cock you want, you hateful bitch?” Ira asked, squeezing her ass cheeks together as his cock glided through them.

“Yes,” Ms. Nunes stammered in want. Feeling her mound dripping with the way he talked to her. How she so enjoyed being treated like a cheap slut. She had no clue how Ira knew about her twisted perversions, yet so very glad that he hit all the right buttons. “Don’t make me beg, Ira, stick that fucking fat cock in me,” she pleaded. A rumbling moan escaped her lips as Ira slipped the crown of his rod into her and proceeded to pound the ever-loving shit out of her. It was never about passion or love with Ira, just her need to get off on that big cock of his. “Yes, yes, yes!” Ms. Nunes groaned out as Ira hammered his cock home while he held onto her hair, forcing her head back. She didn’t care if she got fired if they were caught. All that mattered to her was feeling that cock of his pounding her cervix. Something no one has ever done to her before, and she fucking loved it. “That’s it, Ira, pound that pussy, treat me like the whore I am,” she wailed as she came once again.

A stupefied smile was on her lips when her left cheek pressed down on the desk. Feeling Ira withdrawing his cock after dumping that hot load into her. She did love it when he took what he wanted from her and left her a drooling mess. Unaware at that moment, that time once again began to tick by as Ira smeared the last drop of his cum on her soiled pussy.

“You might want to get dressed before someone sees you like that,” Ira stated as he shouldered his bag and unlocked the door before slipping out of it.

******

Ira was chatting away with Shea, Beth, and Cybil as he enjoyed his lunch. He did note the looks that were cast at him given how Beth and Cybil were among the popular crowd; he couldn’t say about Shea given that she was a junior and ran in different crowds than he did before this all started. He’ll admit she was very nice to talk to. However, something inside of him flew on alert as he sensed something. What that was he couldn’t say since he was only omniscient in his realm. Looking over Cybil’s shoulder, his eyes couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of her.

Her golden flowing hair was lifted on the breeze, a blue butterfly hair clip sat high on the right side of her head. Ira had no trouble seeing how blue those eyes of hers were. Noting how fine her nose was, to how lush and kissable her lips were as they beckoned to him to experience what they would feel like upon his own. Seeing the sunlight glinting off the gold cross that dangled from its matching chain. Swallowing hard when its end teased the valley of her 38DD breasts, yearning to run his tongue through them just so he could have their taste forever engrained on his mind. Fighting himself from hardening as the upper quarter part of her bra was displayed as its thin white straps strained to hold those heavy orbs aloft when her pink sweater that was connected to the sleeves halfway down her arms, revealing their lushness to his eyes. Watching how she pushed aside the jocks, the cool, suave kids, the hunks that all got in her way. Nonetheless, her eyes never left his as she walked as if he was her goal all along. Rolling his tongue in his mouth at how alluring those tight blue jeans hugged her hips as they swayed with every stride of her legs.

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