Porn Star Family Pt. 15

Ira rolled his jaw as the sting of Alyda's slap lingered on his cheek. "That's for not telling me, or my girls the truth! I've been so worried about you Ira," Alyda said, in a motherly voice. "Feared that some demon or angel would kill you. You should have told me," she said, as she snuggled closer to him. "You shouldn't make your mother worry so!" Alyda stated as she wore a broad grin as she nuzzled her cheek against Ira's chest. She couldn't wait to rub Asmodan's face in the fact that she and her daughters were Ira's - their Prince - consorts. "Come. Let me show you our home." Smiling warmly up at Ira as she took hold of his hands.

"Wow." The word left Ira's lips as he and Alyda stood on the balcony that was cut from the rock of the cliff that ringed the second circle of Hell. He didn't know to be afraid or justified in those that found their way to this part of their afterlife or giddy at the fact that he was standing in Hell where a part of himself belonged. Then again, this was the first time he had seen Hell that wasn't his grandmother's throne room. He never really had a desire to roam the circles. Mainly because well not every demon was going to be like Mor, Vikki, Sue, Rita, or Alyda. Looking over at Alyda, she gazed at him in wanton desire. True she always did that, however, now that his true identity was out it was like she would do anything he wanted even if it was painful as his right arm was entrapped by her 42DD breasts. Not something Ira was about to extract his arm from. They just felt so heavenly against his arm. Then he saw her gaze turn nasty as he followed her gaze to the left. There, out in the distance, stood a towering spire nearly reaching the top of the circle. His eyes followed it down only to be stopped when the horizon obscured the rest of it.

"Ira?" Alyda said, turning her gaze back to her son. "Whatever you do, do not get yourself mixed up with Asmodan." Ira arched an eyebrow at the name. His mind flashed back to the night before this whole mess got started.

"Why?" Ira asked, pretending not to have heard of or met the demon before.

"Because she's a cunning succubi and she'll try to lure you away from me," Alyda said, knowing that she couldn't lose to Asmodan. She wasn't about to let her family lose out on what their increased rank meant now that the truth about Ira was out; and she most definitely wasn't going to allow Asmodan to rub her face in it either.

"Well, since I don't come to Hell a whole lot, I don't think you have too much to worry about," Ira said, watching Alyda's cheeks heat as his hand squeezed her right ass cheek. "You think she's there now?" he asked, nodding to the spire.

"I don't know Ira; she does live on Earth too, like I do. So, she might be on Earth right now..." Gasping as her clothes mysteriously disappeared from her body along with his. Holding her arm along her breasts and her hand covering her mon Venus. Noting how Ira had his head tilted back, her skin tickled as she felt his angelic and demonic powers working in tandem for what she didn't know.

"She's there," Ira finally said, as he opened his eyes. His gold-ruby eyes shimmered as his powers swirled along his irises. The red mist of his demonic taint drifted along the surface of his eyes.

Alyda felt her womb clenching as her head tilted back and back as Ira grew to his twelve foot tall height. Yelping as Ira scooped her up in his giant hand. Shielding her face as his four wings whipped up the wind. "Ira! Where are we going?!" Alyda shouted. She was not amused! She wasn't someone he could just handle like some screaming '40s actress.

"There," Ira said, jutting his chin to the spire.

"But why?!"

"Why else? To make Asmodan watch as I fuck you on her little castle," Ira said, with a coy smirk.

"I can fly you know!" Alyda yelled, her hands beating on his big, thick fingers. Shuddering as her breasts, namely her nipples, brushed along the width of his index finger.

"I know. But we have to make an entrance, no?" Ira asked, flashing her a smile. "What more of an entrance than a twelve foot tall me zooming towards you?"

"Yes!" Alyda shouted in joy as she thrust up her arms in her mirth. "There! Up there!" she called out to him pointing to the spire. "She's normally in her private chambers. She likes to lord herself as ruler of this circle. What better way to show her that I now outrank her, all because you let us be with you," Alyda said sweetly, as her left hand lightly brushed along his skin.

"You are my succubus mother after all," Ira said, with a coy smirk.

"Don't you forget it," Alyda said, with a stern nod and a smile on her lips. Watching how Ira slowed his flight, his massive wings softly beating to keep them hovering in the air. Sauntering along his unfolded hands, her hips swayed alluringly, her hands ran along her taut ass to entice her son to take his frustration out on her wet cunt. A wicked smile was on her lips as she peered through the two story tall window as Asmodan just gazed at her in shock. Placing her right hand against the window, presenting her ass to Ira, glad there was enough space on the sill to allow this to happen. "My Prince," watching as Ira shrank back down to humanoid size as his feet touched down onto the stone, "come, let your consort take care of you," Alyda said, peering over her shoulder as she held her left ass cheek open. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as she felt his hands lightly skimming along her ass. "Oh Ira!" she screamed out as she felt his tongue running up her labia. Her ruby eyes glanced to her hand seeing the sigil circling around it.

Letting Asmodan listen to everything the moment her hand touched the glass. Watching how she mouthed the word 'Prince' as Alyda felt Ira curling his tongue within her channel. "God. Ira. I just love how that tongue feels so deep in my pussy," Alyda said, every word meant to dig that knife deeper into Asmodan's chest. Crying out as her climax flared sending down a torrent of her cream. "Get up here and fuck me Ira, I need to feel your big cock trusting into me," she purred as her orgasmic juices coated Ira's tongue. "Hold my leg up Ira, I want Asmodan to watch as you plow that hard cock into me," Alyda said, lifting her left leg, a broad, taunting grin raised the corners of her lips as she stared Asmodan down. Knowing that Asmodan couldn't do anything knowing that now she and Ira outranked even her. How she loved it! Especially seeing that fuming look on her red face. Taking her hand off the glass for a moment. "Ira, I might not be able to handle the length that cock is growing to," noting how he looked down arching an eyebrow at his cock, "but I want Asmodan to see the sheer pleasure my Prince brings to me. So, please be gentle," Alyda groaned as Ira's mushroom top pushed into her wet, eager mound. Her limit was ten inches. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ira's girth began to stretch her out. Placing her hand back onto the glass, "No sense in Asmodan missing out on this," Alyda said to herself.

******

"Mom?!" Beth called out as she entered her mother's private chambers. Her four inch thick black horns sprouted an inch beside her temple before curving downwards then curving again towards the back of her head.

Asmodan's ruby eyes finally pulled away from the sight taking place in her own window. She was going to make Alyda pay for this stain upon her house, that was until she mentioned Ira's name. Then Alyda said something very curious; the word 'Prince', surely she couldn't mean that Ira was - the Prince - the only Prince that truly mattered given the power he wields. Her eyes went wide at the sight of her daughter's horns. Horns that weren't there before given how weak she was. Watching how Beth struggled with her hair which had been tangled around them. Telling her that Beth was just as surprised as she was. "Beth what happened to you?!" Asmodan asked, smelling and feeling her daughter's demonic power for the first time in eighteen years.

"I don't know Mom," Beth said, with uncertain eyes. "This is what I woke up to after my nap." Not letting on that she's been sleeping in her room in Hell for the past three days. Normally she didn't hang out in her mother's palace given how her other siblings always harassed her about her weak nature. Yet something within her told her Hell was where she needed to be. Why? She couldn't say, now though, feeling her demonic powers surging through her body, she could understand.

"Oh fuck yes!" Alyda screamed out as her breasts slapped against the glass as Ira fucked her hard from behind. "That's it Ira, fuck me with that big cock!"

"What the fuck?!" Beth quickly turned to see what was happening behind her. "Mom?! Why are you letting this continue?" she asked, unable to take her eyes off of Ira's surging cock.

"Because I have no power to stop it," Asmodan admitted. She wasn't looking at Alyda the conniving cow. No. Her gaze was only on Ira. Although, she couldn't help but glance down at how Alyda's cunt was gushing.

"What?!" Beth asked confused, as she turned to look at her mother. Her mother was one of the strongest demons in all of Hell. "Ira couldn't be that strong, could he?"

"Meet our Prince," Asmodan said, her chin gestured to Ira.

"Wait?! As in the Prince of Hell?!" Beth asked, flabbergasted.

"The one and only," Asmodan nodded. "I have no power to stop the Prince if he wants to fuck his consort on my spire and against my window." While she said that without a hint of anger in her voice, deep down she loathed Alyda for getting the better of her. Alyda might have the upper hand at the moment, yet she wasn't about to allow Mor or Alyda to ever think they will outrank her. She will become Ira's consort, but not just any consort, the top consort. "Beth change of plans."

******

"Did you see the look on that slut's face! Priceless!" Alyda laughed wickedly. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she danced in place. Feeling Ira's cum racing down her canal. She wasn't about to let her Prince's semen to leak out of her. No. Ira's cum belonged in her cunt and more importantly her womb. Alyda planned on giving her Prince as many little hellions as she could. "Clothes Ira," Alyda said, sternly. Trembling as his powers settled on her body as her clothes reformed. "Now... I've always wanted to see the palace... You do know Lucifer has a palace right?" Alyda asked, arching an eyebrow at Ira's shocked eyes. "Come now Ira, you know how prideful she is, did you really think she wouldn't build one?"

"Good point," Ira admitted.

"Where have you been in Hell, the palace isn't hard to find?"

"The only place I've been was her throne room..."

"You've seen the throne?!" Alyda gasped. Knowing that only a select few, minus her horde of imps that serve her, has ever seen her throne.

"Yeah," scratching the back of his head wondering why Alyda was acting like that, "I take it you haven't?" Ira asked, as Alyda shook her head.

"Come, let's go," Alyda said, smiling at him as she took hold of his left hand. Unfurling her wings, her eyes running over his two sets of wings before pulling him along. Laughing into the wind as they fell through the air, squeezing Ira's hand as they came out of their dive. Angling to the left, soaring high over the cliff that ringed the second circle, pointing to the entrance to the tunnel that led deeper into Hell. Watching Ira as the screams of the damn roared all around them, giggling when she heard his 'Ew' as tar covered rotten hands reached out as they flew down the tunnel to the third ring.

******

Deep within the deepest pits of Hell, sat a being that, like her fallen sisters, had found herself longing for the end then she wouldn't miss not being in her father's presence. For eons she had lain there in the crater she had created when she struck the bottom of Hell. While her body knitted itself back together for the first eon. She had to stare at the darkness she had created within herself. Then once she was healed she didn't see a reason to leave her spot. She had sinned against her father. She deserved to waste away.

"F-father?" Zophiel whispered as she opened her eyes for the first time since her fall. Her golden eyes stared into the darkness that had blanketed her for so long. Her skin tingled as she felt something akin to her Father. Using her angelic sight to view this mystery. "Nephilim?!" she growled, almost ready to smite the abomination, that was until she saw her father's mark. Something she was sure the Nephilim didn't know existed. Wondering why her father gave the order for them to stand down as the knowledge was passed to her through her father's mark. Her eyes darted to and fro was she watched everything that dealt with Ira, as she came to learn, as he went about his daily life.

A sinful smile changed her stolid face as Zophiel watched when he had Raphaela pinned to a tree. Arching an eyebrow as Ira made her sister cum. After eons of silence, she felt her mound awakening as she continued to watch as Gabriella, Michelle, and even her sister Metatron had sex with this Nephilim. "Well, it seems something indeed curious has shown himself," Zophiel said to that mute darkness, as she watched her sisters losing themselves to this Nephilim. "Naughty sister," she cooed as she watched Metatron's essence destroying Atlantis. "I see Father," Zophiel said, rising to her feet. Her six amethyst wings unfurled; her angelic light banished the darkness as her halo flared glinting off the golden metal wings of her tiara. "I do not know why you have allowed this Nephilim to survive for so long. Yet if you are allowing my sisters to partake in him, then I see no reason to linger in this hole any longer. You have turned your eyes from us, if I can no longer be at your side then that boy will just have to do," she said, as she pushed off the ground with such force sending her rocketing skywards towards the one person that led her to this ill-forgotten place.

******

"There it is!" Alyda exclaimed excitedly as they approached Lucifer's palace.

"I guess she was homesick," Ira stated, chuckling at the irony before him.

"What do you mean?" Alyda asked, over the roaring wind.

"That looks just like the palace in Heaven," Ira said, gesturing to the palace.

"You've been to Heaven?!" Alyda squeaked.

"No, I'm not allowed in, I did however, peer into Heaven a while ago."

"What was it like?" Alyda asked, with wide eyes.

"Oh you know, big breasted woman flying about in little-to-nothing or see-through robes, you know how it is," Ira said, shrugging his shoulders at Alyda's gaping mouth.

"I didn't know God was into..."

"Yeah, he's a big ol' pervert I tell ya, just don't let him hear that I said that," Ira replied flashing Alyda a smile as they landed before the long, hundred foot drawbridge that reached across the lava filled moat.

"So God, is he like your..."

"Great-grandfather," Ira stated as Alyda looked over at him.

"Then Lucifer is your..."

"Grandmother," Ira said, with a smirk at how her eyes lustered.

"Does your mother know about this, what about Bridgett?" Alyda asked, in a worrying tone.

"No, and I'd like to keep it that way. Me and God, well we have an uneasy truce at the moment. So, the longer I can keep the both of them in the dark the better off they will be," Ira said, feeling Alyda's hand giving his own a squeeze. She had never once released it since the moment they had stepped off the sill of Asmodan's window.

"I understand Ira, I'll tell Rita and Sue not to mention a word to either of them. Plus, do you know how jealous they're going to be?" Alyda asked, with a devious smile.

"I can only imagine," Ira said, jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell them it was my idea, after I have thoroughly rubbed their noses in the fact that I got to see your chambers first," Alyda said, with a soft giggle.

"Father!" That startling cry caused Alyda to glance over towards the end of the drawbridge. Seeing Mor standing at the end of it flanked by two others.

"I think I'm seeing things," Ira said, rubbing his eyes. For a second there he thought Mor and Ardat Lili were as tall as skyscrapers.

"No, you're seeing their true forms, you are their Prince after all, they cannot hide their true selves from you," Alyda said lustfully, as she draped herself along Ira's left side.

"You get away from our father!" Aswang growled angrily as she flew towards Alyda bent on shredding the demon on her father's arm.

Ira's finger twitched, it was on instinct, otherwise he wouldn't have a clue on how he had wrapped Aswang in the chains of Hell. Arching an eyebrow as it appeared to him as though Aswang was enjoying the pain as the chains burned into her flesh.

"Yes Father, punish me!" Aswang moaned as her ass wiggled back and forth as she writhed in pleasure. Her red eyes never leaving Ira as she felt her cunt beginning to moisten at the punishment her father was handing her.

"Mor told you, your father has consorts other than me," Mor said, in a tsk-tsk voice as she sauntered along the drawbridge.

"Yes mother! May I have another?!" Aswang's voice trembled as her mother smacked her wiggling ass.

"No," Mor said plainly, flashing a smile at Ira. "Ardat see that your sister learns her mistake," Mor commanded.

"Of course, mother," Ardat Lili said, nodding her head. Her crimson hair bounced; her halberd appeared in her hands as a wicked smirk formed on her lips. "This is what you get!" she growled swinging her halberd hard, striking her sister's ass with the flat of the blade. Narrowing her eyes at how her tail wrapped around the shaft of her halberd spanking her own self with it.

"Harder sister," Aswang said, with a grin as she peered back at her sister.

"Greetings my Prince," Mor said, bowing to Ira as she met them halfway down the bridge. "Come, your consorts have much to show you," she said, stepping to the side gesturing for him to enter the palace. "You must forgive Aswang, she's at that stage where she's horny and she only wants her father," Mor said, snuggling up to her mate as she took command of his right arm. "Mor thinks it's the angel in her that's causing it."

"Seems so Mor," Alyda mused as Aswang moaned out with every strike of her sister's weapon. Glancing over at Ira, knowing if he could breed with a full-blood demon then her carrying his child wouldn't be too farfetched.

"Please father," Aswang pleaded with her father as she took hold of the back of his legs. "Please, let me please you," she begged, with such emotion that Ira had to remind himself that she was more demon than human. "I know, you have much to do, a touch is all I ask."

"You're delaying Mor's mate daughter..."

` "It's okay, it isn't like demons are going to die if I'm a little late to whatever you and Luci have planned the moment I step inside there," Ira said, as he turned around. "Very well, one touch," he stated holding up a single finger.

"Father, when you're done, you call for me. I'll let you do anything to me," Aswang purred wantonly

"No sister! I'm first born, I should be father's first!" Ardat Lili hissed before launching herself at her sister knocking Aswang to the ground.

"No! I had it in my hand! It was so hard!" Aswang whined as her hand was outstretched to her father. "I'm going to kill you!" she roared as she and Ardat Lili rolled around on the bridge tilting inches from the edge and the hissing, bubbling lava below.

Ira looked over at Mor as she growled. He wondered if Samuel had to go through this as well. Pinching the bridge of his nose, wondering if all father's had to deal with this.

"Come Ira, they'll tire themselves out... eventually," Mor said, flashing him a wicked grin revealing her needle-like teeth. "You two hear that!" she yelled over her shoulder as she and Alyda escorted Ira to the palace.