Porn Star Family Pt. 18

"I told you, Nanael, that your father was here," Gabriella said, lightly brushing her hand along the back of Ira's head.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Nanael uttered, feeling her cheeks heating at the feel of her father's hand stroking her hair.

"Hello, Nanael, I see you're just as pretty as your mother," Ira stated.

"Don't you start sweet-talking me, mister?!" Gabriella intoned in a teasing manner.

"Why? Isn't it working?" Ira asked, peering over at her.

"Maybe," Gabriella said bashfully, looking away.

"Do you like my wings, Father?" Nanael asked, darting out of his embrace, turning around showing them off to him.

"Very pretty," Ira nodded as he rose.

"Nanael, why don't you show your father your room," Gabriella said, gazing down at her daughter.

"Okay!" Nanael chirped happily, reaching out and taking hold of his hand. "This way Father," she said, leading Ira off in its direction.

"When I come back, I want to pick your brain about something," Ira stated from over his shoulder. Knowing she was far, far wiser than he would ever be.

"I'll be waiting," Gabriella stated, not hiding the longing in her voice.

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"Now you behave for your mother, okay, Nanael?" Ira spoke as he hugged Nanael close to him as he prepared to leave.

"Of course, Father, I will obey. But when you come back, can we be together?"

"Sure, we can, we'll take a walk around the Garden, and I'll introduce you to your other sisters; would you like that?" Ira asked, seeing how she nodded very firmly to that. Seeing the rosy rue that marred her cheeks as his lips pulled away from her forehead after placing a kiss on it.

"You know if you're ever troubled like this, you can always call on me; I shall offer you my wisdom," Gabriella said in a loving tone as she caressed his right cheek after getting her own goodbye kiss in.

Ira almost fell back against Gabriella's room door when Seraphina appeared only inches in front of him when he left her room. Looking down when her hands shot out and took hold of his shirt and pulled him into her.

"You're coming with me," Seraphina stated as her six wings folded around him before they disappeared from the realm of Atlantis.

Ira huffed loudly when he landed hard on his back when they reappeared. Where? He couldn't say. All he could tell was it was hot as hell as whatever he was laying on burned his skin. Not that it would harm him; still, would it kill her to inform him on where she was taking him?

The heat of the stone baked his skin as he pushed himself up. His eyes moved along her greenish hair that transitioned to a pinkish-red halfway down her hair that ended in the middle of her chest. The trilliant gem that sat where her third eye was held his gaze as the sunlight played along its red surface. Remembering the resting bitch face she had when they first met, however now, as she gazed at him, a salacious smile was on her lips, nor was she wearing the armor he had first seen her in. No, as his eyes ran down her form, not a shred of it or her angelic robe was upon her body. Ira felt his body hardening as his eyes savored her naked body. He was rather surprised that she had pubic hair, and it matched the color of her hair and her wings. Every angel he's been with never had pubic hair, so seeing it on her was rather odd.

"Do you like it?" Seraphina cooed as the desert wind lifted her hair. "I asked Father to create it for me long ago," she said, running her fingers through her landing strip thatch. "I know my beauty hasn't stilled your tongue Suriel Zol," Seraphina purred, enjoying the look on his face as he took in her naked body.

"Yeah, but you already knew that," Ira retorted.

"True, I did," Seraphina smirked. "Do you like my breasts, Suriel Zol?" she asked, cradling them in her hands. Smiling wickedly when Ira shot her a look that said: 'Duh!' Dispelling her wings, her muscles in her thighs flexed as she ambled seductively towards him. With a flick of her wrist, ridding Ira of the cloth barrier that was hindering her from what she sought. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as her golden eyes peered at the cock that could rival her own father's. Knowing the delights that awaited her when she had it deep within her.

"You want to tell me where the hell you brought me before you think you're getting what you're staring at," Ira spoke in a firm tone.

"The city of Babylon, circa 3427 BC, on top of what you would know as the Tower of Babel," Seraphina stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You don't say," Ira muttered, looking out to the vast desert around him. "So, do all angels have trouble with asking before you whisk someone away?"

"What do you mean?" Seraphina uttered, confused.

"I mean, I don't like being whisked away, namely through time, without the courtesy of being informed on just where I'm going," Ira said, resting his left forearm on his left knee when he bent his leg. Resting his right hand on the roof of the tower, something he didn't think even existed in the first place, given how no one has ever found any evidence of it. He was beginning to think all the ancient wonders that were destroyed was due to him making a Seraphim orgasm given how this was the second time one of their order had taken him back through time.

"Yet, I have informed you on where we are?" Seraphina stated, perplexed as she tilted her head. Arching an eyebrow when she heard Ira sigh. "Is my form not..."

"Do you really have to ask?" Ira spoke, gesturing down to his manhood as it hardened. Telling her that he did enjoy the sight before him.

"Then what is the problem, Suriel Zol?" Continuing her pace towards him, noting how those eyes of his ran up her body as she sank down onto his lap. Biting her lip as she felt his hands running along her thighs before finding their home on her ass. Her eyes shot wide when she heard and felt the smack of his hand, causing it to jiggle. Feeling her body heating when not even her own father has done that to her.

"I think you need a good nibbling," Ira taunted, remembering how she acted when he softly bit on the heel of her right hand. Seeing how her face rapidly grew red as his words settled in her ears.

"Suriel Zol!" Seraphina moaned out when Ira softly bit on the inside of her 32B left breast. Tossing her head back, feeling her mound quivering when he mirrored his actions on her right breast. She knew it was due to his incubus demon that he knew of that kink of hers. She couldn't help it. Her father made her like this after all. Wondering how many bite marks would be on her body before the day was over. Her fingers weaved through his hair, pressing it against her orb as Ira sucked on her left nipple. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she felt his touch dancing along her mound after so many years of neglect. "Yes, touch me," Seraphina pleaded as Ira sank two fingers deep into her womanhood. Her folds tightened around those wiggling appendages when he bit down on her nipple. Squealing in bliss at the feeling, loving the delight he was giving her. Knowing how her other sisters were envious to have their turn with Ira, she was going to enjoy every minute she had with him.

Her mind wandered, pondering on what their child would be like. Would she be like Rikbiel? Or would she choose to fall? She did hope when their child was born; she chose to rise and work alongside her and her other sisters to serve out God's commands. However, first, that would all have to wait as she felt something growing against her thigh. Something she was very eager to get to know intimately.

"Tell me, Suriel Zol, have you grown to enjoy the taste of Seraphim pussy?" Seraphina asked in a sensuous tone.

"Yeah, it's mighty tasty," Ira spoke with a coy smirk on his lips.

"You will taste mine, yes?" Seraphina inquired, trying to hide the need from her voice.

"Is this the pussy you're talking about?" Watching how her body quaked as he rolled his thumb along her clitoris. Feeling how her hands took hold of his shoulders, feeling her nails digging into his skin as her angelic light shot forth from her eyes and mouth towards the sky.

"Do it again!" Seraphina demanded as she peered at him.

"Oh? I take it you enjoy the feel of my touch, hmm?" Ira asked, playing coy.

"You know I do, Suriel Zol! Why must you get me to say it?!" Seraphina huffed when Ira eased in his teasing of her hot little mound.

"Oh, I have my reasons," Ira uttered in a devilish light. He was not expecting her to shove him down onto his back; he was rather enjoying his teasing of her. Nevertheless, it seemed to him that she had grown impatient in waiting. Her shins pinned his arms to the roof as she knelt over his mouth.

"Look at it, Suriel Zol; look how wet it is?" Seraphina stated in a small, cute voice. Noting how his eyes were on her sex when her fingers spread her labia a part. Showing Ira how wet and how much her eager center awaited the feel of his tongue within it. Her wail of bliss streamed out along the land of Mesopotamia^[18] when Ira's mouth clamped around her cunt. Losing herself as his fork tongue writhed within her canal. Feeling his hands squeezing her ass as the heat of the sun hammered down on her. She had watched everything she could about him and how he acted amongst her other sisters. Knowing that he's never once failed in giving them the climax they all have sought for so many years. Her hands shot down, holding Ira's face against her sex when her angelic light once again poured forth. Losing herself as Ira didn't bat an eye at lapping up her cream. How that only made her want to cum again. "No! Not that!" Her squeal turned into a deep rumbling moan as Ira gently bit her clit. She knew she would have collapsed on top of him if Ira wasn't currently holding her up when her mind went blank when he did that.

Softly pushing Ira down to the roof surface. Her tongue skimmed through her hot juice that coated his skin as she passionately kissed him. She did love tasting herself on his tongue. Her lips danced down his chest as she tasted the man she would soon be having deep inside of her. She wouldn't deny she got a tad obsessed as she rubbed her left cheek up and down Ira's fifteen-inch cock. Her lips touched every inch of his rod. Etching it to her memory so when they were a part she would always have this until they could be together again. Her golden eyes gazed at him when Ira watched intently as her lips wrapped around his bulbous head. Their gaze never broke as her lips sank down his long root. Feeling it bulging her throat out just like how her father's did when her nose pressed against his pelvis. Listening to his groan as she eased back, feeling his thick branch gliding through her throat and mouth. Loving how he tasted on her tongue. Taking delight in how much Ira was enjoying it as she rapidly sucked him off. She knew no human woman could ever do this for him, given how they needed to breathe; angels had no organs. Their flex bodies weren't made like that when her father and mother created them. All angels remembered their mother; they just never talked about her once their father had cast her from the Heavens.

Arching an eyebrow when his cock still lodged deep within her throat as a form she's never seen rushed to the surface of his body. Feeling his angel savoring the sensations of her mouth. Her eyes moved over his body; she could only feel a slight taint to him. If it wasn't for his horns, while subdued compared to the other form he took, she wouldn't have even noticed it. She did have to say, she did like this look far more than the one she has seen so much of. It wasn't hard for her to tell just who sired him, given how beautiful he was. Lucifer was always that, even after her fall. However, that all left her mind when she felt his cock swelling. Sucking hard, rocking her head more forcibly to get the treat she was after. Her eyes fluttered; his hot cum flooded her mouth when she had eased up to the point of holding a third of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his crown, coating his rod in his spunk before drinking it down and sucking his cock clean.

So pleased she didn't have to wait for him to reharden. She would be very annoyed if she had to. Loving the feel of it as she slitsurfed along his length. Enjoying how it parted her dew-laden lips, so very eager to have it stuffing her. To cause that spark, that connection she has long missed. Wondering if Ira would enjoy what she looked like when she had her true orgasm. Smiling seductively down at Ira, knowing that he, too, was enjoying the feel of her womanhood on his member. Her fingertips pressed lightly on his chest as she lifted her hips. Groaning as his mushroom top pressed and then slipped into her lush valley. Hearing her sex in her ears as she eased herself up and down on his pole to grow accustomed to it after so many centuries of drought. After all, she wanted to enjoy this moment, and what better way to do that than to take this as slow as she could. There was no need for them to rush things. They weren't constrained by time. To them, at that point in time, Ira's present hadn't even happened yet, and she was so going to enjoy this.

"So, Suriel Zol, how does my pussy feel when it's wrapped around your cock?" Seraphina asked, rocking her hips feeling his rod stretching her out. Touching places that had missed the feeling of something being deep inside of her.

"Just about as much as you love having it in you," Ira gloated, seeing her cheeks heating, knowing he hit the nail on the head.

"Can you blame me?"

"No. Although, I have to wonder how Yahweh can stand not to have his way with anyone of you," Ira stated truthfully, his hands shot to her thighs, taking hold of them as her folds squeezed his cock.

"And why's that?" Seraphina asked, feeling her ass bouncing on his lap as she increased her pace.

"Come on, you just want to hear me say it," Ira said with a smirk.

"Just like how you want me to say it," Seraphina retorted, matching his smile. Yelping in surprise when Ira rolled her onto her back. Her fingers interweaved with his as he took hold of her hands. Her legs opened wider on instinct as her body jostled when Ira thrust hard into her. Her mouth hung agape, her golden eyes shimmered as she felt that spark, the foretelling of the closing of the connection that would ensure that she was about to feel something she hadn't felt in eons. Lifting her hips when Ira bent down and playful bit her right nipple, causing a flood of her juices to surge down her canal.

"What can I say? The Heavenly Host are all hot. I know I wouldn't be able to keep my focus if you, Metatron, Raphaela , Michelle, Gabriella, and all your other sisters all were walking around in those robes you all wear," Ira said, knowing the time was closing in. He could feel it. It wasn't hard; he's had plenty of experience. He did wonder what her spectral form would look like.

"Cum with me, Suriel Zol!" Seraphina pleaded, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold onto her current form for much longer.

Ira wore a sinful smirk as he drove his dagger home one last time. Watching how Seraphina exploded in a vaporous amber-orange cloud. Seeing how her essence absorbed his seed, knowing that she was now pregnant with his child. Remembering the conversation he and Gabriella had after they had conceived Nanael. His wings unfurled as the Tower of Babel crumbled to dust beneath him. Snapping his fingers, causing his clothes to reappear on his body from the nothingness that Seraphina had sent them to. His eyes followed after her as she gleefully danced through the air.

"Thank you for giving me this chance to experience this form once again," Seraphina said sweetly before her ghostly lips pressed against his as her hands held onto his face.

Tucking his wings against his back as her own folded in around him. Listening to the cries of the mortals before they returned to the present era. However, he was not expecting Metatron to be standing there when they returned to his realm. Noting the jealous look in her eyes as her arms were crossed beneath her 32G breasts as she stared at her sister.

"Really, Seraphina, after the gripe you gave me for traveling back in time?!" Metatron grumbled. "And where do you think you're going?" she intoned, her left three pearl white wings jutted out, stopping Ira from slinking off.

"I'm only taking a page out of your own book, dear sister," Seraphina stated, pulling Ira back into her.

Ira felt rather small between the two towering Seraphims. How he just wanted to fade into the shadows, not wishing to get in-between the two titans if it came to blows, yet Seraphina's hold on him was like iron keeping him pinned against her.

"Ira? Tell me did you enjoy being with my sister more than me?"

Ira heard none of it; all his mind could do was focus on how excellent those breasts of hers looked like as they bounced beneath her robe. "Huh? What?" Ira stammered. Not enjoying the smile Metatron had on her lips at that moment.

"Ira, don't you want to touch them?" Metatron asked, referring to her breasts. "Don't you want to see them, kiss them, bury your face in them?" Watching how Ira nodded vehemently to her questions. "You've had your fun Seraphina, it's time for the rest of us to get our own time in," she stated, reaching forward and pulling Ira away from Seraphina.

"Metatron?!" Seraphine growled.

"Don't blame me, sister, speak to Father about why he gave you a small bust," Metatron gloated, feeling Ira drooling as he rubbed his face along the undersides of her breasts. Her boasting came to cease when she felt Ira stilling beneath her.

"Sorry, Metatron, but we're going to have to revisit this at a later date," Ira said, pulling himself away when he felt his sister looking for him back on Earth as much as it pained him to leave her side. Yet he still had to keep up the appearance that he was still a normal teenage boy. "I promise, I will see that royal purple form of yours again," he stated with a lustful smile. Seeing how she blushed when he said those words before fading from his realm.

Chapter Five.

Anger and hatred burned in her heart. His face haunted her every waking moment. How she wanted the man to pay! Yet the cops couldn't or wouldn't do anything to arrest the man. It would seem the man could get away with anything, like raping her! Feathers flew about her room as she stabbed her pillow with a pair of scissors. Venting her frustration out upon that inanimate object when, as much as her anger burned her soul, she just couldn't bring herself to do what her mind had thought countless times. Hearing the Islamic prayer playing loudly through the city. Cursing up at the ceiling in Arabic, wondering why Allah would allow such a man to hold such a position within the mosque and government. Then she heard something, something that sounded like paper flapping in the air. Turning her head, there within the strewn of feathers floating about was something that shouldn't be. Her hand snatched it from the air before her mind could stop her.

"You want vengeance on the man that raped you, yes?" The first line read. Tossing it on her bed as she ran around her room, tearing it apart. Looking for a microphone or camera, that was the only way anyone could know she's been talking about it. Seeing how it would get her killed if she did so outside of her home. Her chest heaved as she surveilled the state of disarray her room had become in her quest only to turn up empty. Stomping back over to her bed, the paper rustled as she violently grabbed it from the top of the covers. "Do you want the man to pay for his sins?" She nodded without thinking. She had no clue what was happening or how that weird paper appeared in her room, yet the man needed to pay! Wondering if this was a sign from Allah, wondering if her prayers had been answered. "Good, very good." A little taken aback when it seemed that the author of that mysterious paper knew exactly what she was thinking. Which was impossible! "How far are you willing to go to ensure your vengeance is meted out?"