Porn Star Family Pt. 11

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.

"What the...!" Ira's eyes went wide as miles high above him Nephilim and Angel battled to the death. Taking a dry swallow, he watched as Raphaela, Gabriella, and Michelle mowed down rank after rank of his kind. His fists clenched as he watched legions of angels pouring down from Heaven, joining the battle. Listening to the cries of the dying on both sides, yet his brethren were losing badly. He felt his body wanting to take flight, to go meet his aunts head on. To challenge this utter slaughter. To end this fight that they had already won, yet Metatron's arms kept him rooted.

"You cannot change what has already happened Ira. What is written so must it be. Atlantis must fall." Her voice softened, "The Nephilim of this era aren't like you, Ira. They aren't as kind as you are. These Nephilim are warlike, they enslave mankind. Look down there," Metatron said, pointing to the streets far below them. "Even if their blood is weak, they can feel the battle above them. Yet do they care? Do they care that their brethren are dying by the hundreds while they lavish in the wealth, they had plundered from the civilizations they had invaded? No. All they care about is what they can gain from this battle. What they can take from the corpses of my sisters. This is why Raphaela was so intent on killing you, because we will always remember this battle and all the ones before this one. These Nephilim are beyond cruel and need to be removed from the face of the Earth, but you aren't like them Ira. You have a heart," placing her hand over his heart, "I know you've been hurt and used. I know how much, deep inside of you, you are still hurting from all the betrayal you faced at the hands of your so-called friends and your own parents," she said, holding him tight. Her wings folding in around him bathing Ira in her heavenly light.

"Yet the moment you gained your powers, you didn't act like them," Metatron said, waving out to the city. "While yes, you did use them to get back at those who have hurt you. That's a little petty, but you are a demon as well as an angel. You're nature is chaotic. More so with the two polar opposites dwelling inside of you. It's because your human part, that's what keeps the two opposites from destroying you. So, I can't blame your wanting to get even. Something I'm sure Lucifer understands all too well," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I don't know if you will ever become like them. I think you won't. Yet..."

"I'm a threat that Heaven can't allow to roam free," Ira said, glancing out of the corner of his right eye.

"I'm glad you understand," Metatron said, her lips brushing along his jaw. Smiling mischievously as Ira stared down at his naked body after she snapped her fingers.

Ira's skin heated as Metatron's fingers danced down his chest. Biting his lip as they teased his growing rod. His eyes rolled in his head as she masterfully caressed his cock. Tickling the underside of his crown, tugging on his earlobe as she slowly began to stroke him to full mast.

"That's right Ira, enjoy how good my hand feels on that cock of yours. Don't you enjoy it when it's someone else doing this for you?" Metatron asked, her breath hot in his ear. Hearing his breathing quickening as Ira could only muster a nod to her question. "So, say... if down the road, you wouldn't mind if I whisk you away and let me take care of this hard..." Her eyes widened in hunger as his cock grew in her hand to match her father's length. Sucking hard on her lower lip, feeling her cunt throbbing in anticipation as her hand ran down his fifteen-inch cock. Her wings folded and tucked themselves against her back before disappearing. She knew they would only get in the way of what she needed him to do to her hot pussy. "Turn around Ira," Metatron whispered backing away from him.

Ira's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched Metatron as she undid the clasp that held the gold braided chain taut. It, along with the royal purple cloth, fell to the stone in a soft kiss. His eyes ran up and down her six-foot- three-inch form as her heavenly body was on display for his eyes only. His cock flexed instinctively as those cosmic breasts bounced as her shapely legs carried her towards him. Ira melted into his mind as their lips embraced each other's. He couldn't believe how divine that simple kiss felt. His body trembled as Metatron's breasts trailed down his chest as she sank to her knees.

Moaning softly as her lips ran up the side of his shaft. Sucking in a gasp as she swallowed eight inches of his rod. Her hands working in tandem as her head rocked. Her tongue swirled around his crown as those golden eyes gazed up at him. Ira was floating on a sea of euphoria. He didn't know how anyone could last beyond a minute of her masterful blowjob that in all likelihood she has been performing since before the dawn of time.

"Do you like the feel of my mouth Ira?" Metatron asked, before licking up one side of Ira's very long cock.

"Oh God, yes," Ira muttered, his thighs trembling as her thumb kneaded the underside of his head. His fists clenching as her tongue teased the tip of his rod.

"Good," Metatron purred before returning his cock to her hot, slick mouth. Glancing up watching his reaction as her lips inched down his pole, taking him deeper down her throat. She knew what he had done with Gabriella so she knew this wouldn't be a surprise for him. However, that didn't take away from the joy she saw on his face as all of his manhood sat within her throat. It wasn't until she felt the swelling of his cock that she eased up on her suction. Holding four inches in her mouth as his cum exploded across her tongue. Smirking around his head as her tongue ran along his meatus, licking up the last drop of his cum. A rumble reverberated in her chest as Ira remained hard as her lips left his skin. Rising to her feet, her hand wrapped around his slick cock leading him towards the waist high stone wall. Resting her perfect ass upon its warm surface, spreading her legs showing off her glistening pussy that eagerly awaited to feel his tongue parting her honeydew lips. "Now show me what you can do with that tongue, hmm?" Metatron wore a sensuous smirk as Ira's eyes couldn't or wouldn't look away from her throbbing cunt.

Ira so couldn't believe he was about to do this. Not only was she a Seraphim of the highest order in Heaven, she had also just sucked him off on the tallest building in Atlantis, and not only that... he was about to taste her upon that same building as his tongue rolled around his mouth. Looking up at her as her fingers weaved through his hair as his hands ran along her thighs. Feeling her light touch on the back of his head as she directed him towards her waiting peach. His eyes shot wide the moment his tongue ran up her labia. Metatron was sweeter than Raphaela and Gabriella combined. Her angelic voice rang out as he delved into her hot cunt.

"Mmmhmm, that's it, slide that demon tongue in there!" Metatron moaned, grinding her mound against his face feeling his tongue deep inside of her canal. Biting her lip, her flux body began to tremble, her molecules began to hum, knowing he was indeed the only one, other than her father, who could give her what she and her sisters all wanted. Yet she wondered if Ira was prepared for the way a Seraphim orgasms. Nevertheless, that didn't matter at the moment as she felt his forked tongue writhing around in her hot canal. Her left hand held onto the back of Ira's head holding him against her sex as her thighs clamped around his head as her angelic light flared from her eyes. Her vast breasts swelled as her chest heaved as she stared down at Ira as his tongue ran up her labia. Her grip sent cracks along the stone face as Ira sucked on her clit. "God, I didn't think you would be so... wonderful at that," Metatron loudly moaned as her body trembled. "Now get up here and fuck me," she growled hungrily.

Her hands ran down Ira's arms as she bit her lower lip as he ran his crown through her labia. A primal purr rumbled deep in her chest as his head pressed against her entrance. Tilting her head back as Ira inched deeper into her hot sex. "Yes Ira, that's it, give me all of that hard cock," Metatron demanded. Her hands ran down his back before coming to a rest on his ass. Her golden eyes flared in a devilish light as she added her own strength to his thrusts driving his cock deeper into the core of her being. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me Ira!" Metatron howled in bliss as her hot, sweet peach began to liquify. Her arms quickly wrapped around him, to protect him from her orgasm. In an instant Ira was blinded by a bright purple light. The ensuing explosion thundered in his ears as Ira could no longer feel the warm stone beneath his feet.

As his eyes cleared, taking a dry swallow as he peered at the gaping crater from the corner of his right eye, the rushing water roared as it rushed to fill the void. Ira's eyes darted around a shimmering cloud as the purple vapor swirled around him. His mind tried to figure out why and how the whole city got destroyed, yet it just couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

"Worry not Ira." Metatron's voice floated around him as Ira floated in the center of her sphere of angelic essence that had a diameter of fifty feet. "A Seraphim's orgasm is unlike my sister's given that we were the first of my father's children. Watch Ira, this is the end," Metatron said, clearing Ira's field of vision so he could watch as her father's might slowly began to pull the continent of Atlantis beneath the waves. Molten lava burned and hissed as the cold sea rushed in, causing massive explosions as the two met. "Behold Ira, the Great Flood!" Metatron exclaimed as a giant half a mile-high tidal wave raced out from the epicenter on all sides growing ever larger as it raced across the ocean.

Ira didn't know how to take the fact he had actually seen Atlantis, saw how those people lived, then to be the cause of their city's destruction all because he had given a Seraphim an orgasm. Then there was the guilt that knowing how many more souls would be lost as God flooded the Earth.

"Be at ease Ira, these souls have been dead for a very long time." Yet that didn't ease Ira's mind, it didn't matter if this had already happened or not. To be the cause of such a calamity weighed heavily on his mind. "I didn't bring you here to trouble your mind Ira," Metatron said, laying her right hand on his chest as she rematerialized.

"Then why did you?" Ira asked, his hand holding onto to her ass as her six wings kept them aloft.

"I brought you here, because I've watched you grow. Watched how you delved into the texts that dealt with the ancient wonders. Saw how these eyes," her finger traced along the ridge of his eyebrow, "would hold such excitement in them as you studied everything you could get your hands on. And so, I thought I could give you something that no other could give you in your world. Something that would..." Glancing down, feeling her cheeks heat, she never wanted to make his mind so torn by what he saw. Never wanted him to feel distress about what had happened on this day.

"Then why bring me here on this day, why not before this?" Ira asked, trying not to sound ungrateful. He knew how unique this was. Knew how he would be the only one who truly knew Atlantis actually did exist and knew that no one would ever believe him.

"Because... I thought you would like it," Metatron said, glancing up at him. "And any earlier would have altered the timeline. It had to be now, when Heaven had started its battle, Atlantis's fate was sealed. It was not my desire to cause your heart to be in pain," she said sweetly, easing herself along his cock until his head slipped out from underneath her. Dancing along her slit before she eased herself back down onto that stiff pole.

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Ira turned around rapidly when he appeared back at the same spot where he had been sucked into that vortex. Looking down, his mind racing wondering if it had all happened. Wondering if he had made a Seraphim cum two more times before she sent him back through time. Crouching down, his fingers running along the concrete where he had plunged his sword into it. "At least she had to foresight to return my belongings," Ira muttered to himself as the books in his bookbag jostled as he rose. The flash of gold caught his eye as it flipped through the air. Instinctively catching it, his eyes going wide as he saw Atlantean writing along the edge of the coin. The image of their ruler emblazon on the head of the coin. Flipping it over, his thumb ran along the trident on the tail side of the half-dollar size coin.

"I will see you again Ira," Metatron whispered in his ear. Snapping his head to the left wondering how she'd snuck up on him, yet nothing was there. "Seraphim don't have to be seen to speak to one of us. And you, Ira, are very much an angel, more so than you are a human or demon, remember that."