Porn Star Family Pt. 17

"Man, she is your mother," Ira laughed noting how Samuel looked away from her stern gaze. "You sure you're this all powerful witch?" he teased. Earning Samuel another tantalizing round of giggles from the three across from him. "Man, I needed a good laugh," Ira sighed.

"I bet," Samuel nodded in understanding. "Come on, let's take a walk," Samuel said, getting to his feet.

"Sammy?"

"Don't worry, I'm staying in town, no cosmic wanderings I promise," Samuel said, smiling lovingly down at his mother.

"You better not, you always bring back trouble," Wendy said, with Kelly and Charlotte nodding along.

"Remember, we're leaving for Greece tomorrow, so you better be back before night fall, I want snuggles before we leave," Kelly said, in that stern sisterly voice he's known all his life.

"Yes, sis, no fighting monsters, no traversing dimensions," Samuel said, blowing his sister and aunt a kiss when he led Ira out the door.

"Sam, where are we going?" Ira asked, as they walked down the streets of Samuel's hometown.

"Somewhere I think would be of help to you," Samuel said, offhandedly.

"Nice town," Ira stated noting the odd looks Samuel was getting from what appeared to be mainly tourist.

"It is when it isn't filled with people coming around to soak in the horror of what happened in this town," Samuel said, darkly.

"Yeah, I get that," Ira nodded, sensing the evil that had been inflicted upon the town so long ago. It wasn't hard, he was part demon after all. "So, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Samuel nodded.

"Did you ever go to college?" Ira asked, not letting on that Samuel cast no reflection in the store's windows as they passed them.

"Once upon a time, before all this," Samuel said, gesturing to his appearance.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, just not the guy the school roomed me with," Samuel said, factually. "Why do you ask?"

"Well... wondering if I should go, you know," Ira mused, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "Given... you know," he uttered his eyes turning gold-ruby as he smirked.

"Yeah, totally understand," Samuel nodded. "You think I could go to college looking like this?" he asked, his smirk revealed the tip of his left fang.

"I don't know man, I know some chicks back home that if you just mention you're a vamp, they'll hump you quicker than a snowfall in July," Ira joked.

"Yeah, I'd rather not die thank you," Samuel muttered.

"I think you got it worse than I do. At least mine don't live with me," causing the both of them to chuckle at that, "so where are we going?" Ira asked, while he was happy to have the distraction. Yet what that mysterious voice said still had him worried.

"Put the ring on," Samuel instructed. "Whatever reason you were given that it had to be for a purpose. So always wear it until whatever it is you're facing is over, then, well you can do with it however, you want. As to where we're going, getting you a soul," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Huh?"

"You need power right?"

"Yeah... but I'm not taking anyone living unless they really, really deserve it," Ira stated sternly, seeing Samuel casting him a look. Remembering when Gabriella had asked him to take the four souls of the two women and their sons, that had been using some drug, non-violently raping men, women and possibly children for at least twenty years.

"I... see, good thing she's already dead then," Samuel said, leading Ira towards the ruins of the building that once housed the coven he had destroyed. Seeing Ira's eyes moving over the site, like he was watching the events unfolding before his eyes. Which was probably correct given what Ira was. A cruel smile formed on his lips as his undead eyes watched Eva's ghost wondering around the charred remains. "There," Samuel pointed out to her.

"Her?" Ira asked, watching how the woman was in an infinite loop replaying the moments that led up to her death.

"Yeah, she would be the one."

"You're not very friendly are you?" Ira teased. "What happened to those sparkling vampires I've heard about?" Biting his lip at Samuel's groan.

"Please, please don't start," Samuel said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"But it's so fun," Ira teased. "So what did she do?"

"Plotted with the man who killed my mother, and one of the ones who were going to kill me, or try," Samuel said, factually.

"So you don't...?"

"No, wouldn't have brought you here if I did."

"Thanks, it will help," Ira stated seeing Samuel nod in understanding.

"As long as you don't bring whatever it is to my doorstep," Samuel said, with a coy smirk.

"But then however will I get to see that hot aunt and sister of yours," Ira chuckled as he morphed into his twelve foot tall Nagdaium' form. Casting out his hand summoning the woman's soul to him. The moment it touched his palm all her sins were clear to him. His twenty foot wings unfurled as he made the soul his own. Noting how Samuel shielded his eyes as he took to the air. Knowing he was going to need room and he didn't want to damage the buildings around him. Just like before, before the battle with Onoskelis, the wind howled as the air currents encircled Ira. His gold-ruby eyes shimmered in his raw power when he tapped into the cosmic flow. The pain he had experienced before wasn't there, it seemed his body was eager to return to its former state as a Seraphim. His bonfire colored eyes glowed as he crossed over that threshold. Although, it was a tad weird having three sets of wings, at least to Ira's mind.

"Dude, clothes," Samuel stated looking away when Ira landed returning to his human form.

"Sorry, about that," Ira said, red faced.

"So, you good?"

"For now, I need six more, but I'll figure that out myself," Ira spoke, his angelic sight noting how all three energies were now one as he peered at the palm of his right hand. "Thanks, Samuel," he said, holding out his hand to him. "Maybe I can drop in sometime, we can hang out on the beach or something. Atlantis is nice this time of year, or so I hear," Ira said, with a smirking taunt at Samuel's confused look as he faded from reality.

******

Chapter Three

How he hated being here yet, she did have more experience in choosing souls than he did. Blowing out a breath, reaching up and knocking on the door of his uncle's home.

"Ira?!" Joseph stammered in shock. Knowing this wasn't the boy who showed up on his doorstep over a week ago. Taking a dry swallow trying to control his trembling body, fear welled up in his heart at the power he felt coming off of Ira. "W-w-what are you doing here?"

"Is Missy around?" Ira asked, eager to ask his question and leave as fast as he could.

"Yes, she just got back from her classes, shall I get her?" Joseph asked, knowing, if his nephew wanted, Ira could end him with just a flick of his finger. "Come in," he gestured stepping away from the door. "Wait here, I'll get her for you," Joseph said weakly, seeing Ira nod before heading off to his daughter's room. "Honey?!" he whispered, his voice carrying his urgency as he knocked.

"What? Dad, I'm studying?!"

"Ira is here, he wants to see you," Joseph said, feeling how sweaty his palms were. He's never felt like this, not unless he was standing in front of his mother. Something he tried to avoid at all cost. He was not expecting to hear the sound of his daughter's feet rushing towards the door.

"What do you mean; Ira's here?" Missy asked, her blonde hair askew, her nipples stood proudly against her shirt that showed off her 32A breasts.

"He's in the foyer, please, whatever you do, don't piss him off," Joseph warned in a hushed tone before he fled to the stairs to sneak out of his house should Ira and Missy get into it.

"Coward," Missy spat, when her father ran off like a dog with its tail between its legs. Quickly fixing her hair, looking down at the mini skirt she had worn to tease the college boys in the off chance they would catch a peak of her panties. "Boys, make yourselves scarce," she ordered to her horde of pretty boys. "Don't come back for two hours," Missy directed kicking her skirt off to the side noting how her newest servant was hesitant to follow the others. "Now, Jason!" she barked causing the boy to jump as her eyes shimmered in her combined powers.

Ira arched an eyebrow as he barely managed to move out of the way as Missy's swarm of pretty boys fled her home. Turning his head, his eyes ran down her form, arching an eyebrow noting how she was only wearing a black thong and a blue t-shirt.

"Oh. Fuck me!" Missy gasped in fright. "No wonder Dad was hellbent on fleeing the house," she muttered to herself. "Hello, Ira," Missy greeted trying to keep her voice steady. "What brings you here?" Growing fearful at that wicked smirk on her cousin's lips.

"If I didn't know better, Missy, I would say your father and you were afraid of me," Ira stated, watching her eyes widening as his once gold-ruby eyes now held a bonfire color within them announcing he was now among the Throne order of angels.

"Nonsense," waving him off, "whatever gave you that idea?" Missy uttered, hoping he bought her bluff.

"Then," watching her slight tremble as he brought his hand up and materialized his sword into existence, "how about a little sparring?" Ira spoke, the blue flames crawled along the blade of his sword as he stared down its length.

"I-I'm busy, Ira, if your just here to fuck with me, I got homework to do," Missy said, knowing if she crossed blades with him again, she knew she would be dead.

"What I thought," Ira taunted before dispelling his blade. "Relax, I was only teasing you," he said, seeing her still on edge. "Did you think I came here to kill you?"

"I don't know Ira, y-y-you've changed, a lot!" Missy said, she could barely read Ira's powers at the beginning of the Onoskelis crisis. Now her cousin was on a whole different level, one she could never hope to achieve given how half of her was mostly human, unlike Ira.

"I need to ask you something," Ira said, brushing his thumb along the ring of Solomon as he slid his hands into his pockets to show his cousin he wasn't there to fight with her.

"O-okay," blowing out a mental breath, "knowledge comes with a price, Ira, are you willing to pay?" Missy asked, as her horns sprouted along the side of her head, her tail swishing lazily behind her as she cocked out her right hip.

"And what do you want in exchange?" Ira inquired, crossing his arms.

"I want you," Missy answered with a seductive smile.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, don't play dumb, Ira. Why did you think I sent my boys away?" Missy uttered, blatantly running her eyes down her cousin's body.

"I don't know, you got some weird sex machine you want to try out in the shape of a horse," Ira taunted, loving how she was fuming at that.

"The only thing hung like a horse that I've ever fucked is you! You asshole!" Missy shouted.

"Yeah, you did love cumming all over my cock, didn't you?" Ira asked, watching how her face was getting redder by the second.

"So?! What if..." Looking away bashfully, "I liked it?" Missy asked, in a small, cute voice.

"So, what I'm taking from this exchange is I fuck you, you tell me what I want to know?" Ira asked, rather enjoying putting his cousin in this embarrassed state.

"Yes, Ira, I'm a demon too, we just don't give out things without a price," Missy stated, feeling how her body was heating, the feel of her mound quivering in excitement, to how her nipples ached recounting how rough he was with her in the morgue[1]. "So, do you agree?" she asked, slyly glancing over at him.

"First, you tell me what I want to know, then I'll fuck you rough like you seem to enjoy," Ira spoke, with a sinful smile. Smelling her succubus energies on the air as her arousal rose.

"You know our deals are sealed with a kiss, right?" Ira tilted his head wondering why Missy got all shy-like all of the sudden.

"Really? Why haven't I heard about this?"

"Do you go around making deals a lot?" Missy retorted.

"Touché."

"So... come on." Puckering her lips eagerly awaiting to feel his on them as she closed her eyes. Her heart raced at the touch of his hands on her shoulders. "A real kiss Ira, not that peck!" Missy uttered annoyed. Hearing his exasperated sigh before he kissed her like he meant it. Her nostrils flared; her lips hungrily tore at his as her forked tongue rolled in his mouth. "Mmmhmm," she moaned into his mouth as Ira pressed her mons Venus against that hard bulge of his. Squealing in surprise when Ira spanked her left ass cheek hard. "I want this, Ira," Missy purred in lust as her hand stroked his covered ten inch rod that had nearly broken her little pussy. "I want to paint it in my pussy cream, please, Ira," she begged, not enjoying the wicked smile on his lips.

"First my answers, then I'll fuck you."

"Mmm..." Her eyes ran down his body, a devilish grin appeared on her lips when she snapped her fingers removing his clothing from his body. "What? If I'm going to answer your questions I want to at least look at it. Now, come." Taking hold of Ira's hand and leading him to her room. Biting her lip watching that cock bounce with every step Ira took. "Take a seat, Ira." Pointing to the raised platform that was lined with an overstuffed cushion that ran the length and width of the platform that served as her bed. Lifting her shirt over her head, displaying her breasts to her cousin's view, wiggling her hips as she pushed her damp panties to the floor.

"You had to get undressed to answer my questions?" Ira asked, shaking his head.

"Why not?" Missy shot back; her face filled his view as she sank to her knees between his. "It's not like we aren't going to fuck afterwards," she stated with a coy smile. "Now, what is it that you want to ask?" Humming as her fingers lightly played along Ira's length.

"How do you choose your servants?"

"Is that all?" Missy giggled, "You should've asked for something more... rewarding, Ira." Seeing his arched eyebrow, "You could have bargained for my ass."

"Yeah, don't have the time to break that hole in. So back to my question," Ira uttered, trying not to let on how good Missy's mouth felt when her forked tongue wrapped around his shaft like Alyda had done.
The wet suction of her lips resounded in her room as Missy eased off the head of his cock. "I just choose whomever, I'm not picky Ira. But they do have to look pretty," Missy stated with a shrug.

"So that's it, that's all you do, you just say oh, he's cute and wham! Servant?!"

"Mmmhmm. So I've answered your question. Time to uphold your end of the deal," Missy said, with a wide smile. The sound of her saliva was carried on the air as she rose when her hand continued to stroke her cousin off. Her blonde hair whipped through the air; her knees compressed the cushion as she straddled Ira's lap. A libidinous moan filled her room as she sank down on her cousin's hard rod. "It's so fucking big!" she groaned out in a wail of bliss as his girth stretched her out unlike any of her servants could do.

"Get off of her!" Jason growled barging into the room.

Missy's legs were in the air swaying away as she screamed out in joy with every thrust of Ira's cock as it plunged into her hot, dripping pussy. Missy was so deep in her euphoria that her mind couldn't hear that Darryl had disobeyed her order and returned after he had slipped away from the others.

"I said get off of..." Jason was flung backwards into the wall as Ira's bonfire colored eye peered over his hand.

"Don't interfere, mortal," Ira growled demonically.

"You were told to stay away," Missy hissed glaring at him in disappointment, "now as your punishment you get to watch as a bigger cock fucks me. Let this be a lesson to you, otherwise your service to me will come to an end. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your lover; I am a demon! Your Mistress! The one who holds your soul, you serve me, not the other way... Fuck, Ira!" Missy howled as Ira pounded her good and hard. She knew he had probably bruised her cervix; she didn't care! She fucking loved every minute of it. "That's it pound that cock into me!" she squealed in delight, thrusting her pussy upwards in time with his own to get every inch of his rod in her hot, wet, creamy pussy for as long as she could stand it. Her hands took hold of his arms, her mouth hung agape in a silent wail as Ira's cum flooded her womb, willing herself not to get pregnant. She wasn't ready for that, maybe in a couple hundred years, but not today. After all, she was immortal. "See," lightly kissing Ira's lips, "you don't have to like me to fuck me, Ira. I think you like hate fucking me, just as much as I enjoy it," Missy said, in a sweet tone. Feeling her cousin shrinking inside of her before he rolled over to the right of her. "So, Ira," rolling to her side, ignoring Darryl still imprisoned on the wall, "why the question? Are you having difficulty in choosing a servant?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Something like that," Ira admitted.

"I bet it's your angelic side that's interfering with your demon side," Missy said, flashing him a smile when those eyes of his glanced at her. "It was the same for me. Yet it must be done, no? Otherwise you won't get stronger, that is what you're after aren't you?" Giggling when she heard that sigh of his. "It's okay to admit I'm right Ira, no shame in that," she cooed flashing him a teasing smile. Looking over her shoulder when Ira reappeared across her room.

"I'm so not even going to dignify that with an answer," Ira stated snapping his fingers willing his clothes back into existence.

"I take it your leaving then? Shame, we could have so much more fun now that the world isn't in danger any longer, hero," Missy teased, smirking when Ira rolled his eyes. "Is Samuel still around?"

"No," Ira said, taking delight in her sorrow.

"Not cool, leaving a girl high and dry like this," Missy huffed crossing her arms.

"Well, I got things to do," Ira waved before heading back home.

"Now, for you," Missy said darkly, as her horns sprouted from the sides of her head. Watching how Jason fell to his knees as Ira's power over his body vanished. "For your next punishment in disobeying my command you get to eat Ira's cum from my pussy, and you'll like it!"

******

The moment Ira reappeared back in his home; his grandmother threw her arms around him. Planting wet kisses along his face, her golden eyes stared lovingly at her grandchild. "I know what you did for me and my sisters Ira, you don't know how proud I am of you," Lucifer stated before passionately embracing Ira.

"Daddy!" Anael pouted standing shyly off to the side. "I want a kiss, too!" Scurrying quickly over to him when Ira held out his arm to her. "Will you teach me how to kiss like you two do?" she asked, snuggling up to the both of them.

"Sure," Ira said, after a few seconds to get how weird it was to have a full grown daughter that he just kissed when he was only eighteen out of his mind. "Hold that thought," he muttered as his cellphone rang in his pocket. "Mom?!"

"Hey baby! Did you miss us?!" Cora asked, in a light, loving, motherly voice. "I know I missed you."

"Yeah, grandma has been beating me," Ira joked, flashing Lucifer a smile as she playfully slapped his chest. Not realizing his hand was lightly rubbing along Anael's back.

"Well, I'll just have to have a talk with her when I get back in the morning, won't I?"

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded against the phone. "Wait. I thought your flight didn't leave until the day after tomorrow or something like that?"

"Nope! I've been gone too long from my baby's side. Mama needs a good dicking!"

"Oh? None of those porno studs caught your eye?"

"Not like you do, Ira. You know your cock fits me so well," Cora said, in a dreamy voice. "Bridgett and Vikki missed you too. Do you want to say hey?"