Nora’s eyes met mine, and she got to her feet. Castor and Pollux peeked from around my desk, “Grandpa!” They ran over to him jumping on him nearly knocking him to the floor. I truly had never seen my father in his demon state. I had always seen this man, the sweet family man. “How about you go hide while I talk to your parents,” he asked as he pulled them from his legs. They took off through the house, and when they were far enough away he began to speak. “Iron, Doom is dead.” I nearly choked, “What do you mean dead?” He walked up to me stopping a few inches short, “Doom was a figment of your mind that I created to store your powers until you got more mature.”
“Mature,” I whisper slowly, “you call over 300 years old mature.” He nodded slowly, “300 years is the year he was supposed to die, but you see Doom pushed along for you. He survived an extra 100 years for you.” Nora grabbed my hand, “So he was alive?” He smiled, “Of course he was. He was a part of you that you are yet to understand.” I nodded squeezing Nora’s hand, and as he turned to walk away I stopped him. “Dad,” he turned his head a little, “who is Maliki.” I saw his body go rigid, “Why do you need to know who he is?” I looked at the dead man on the floor, “Well, he was sent by him.” His eyes shifted the dead shifter on the floor, and his skin started to dye red. “Maliki sent this man after you?” “Mmmhmm,” Horns started to push their way out of the head. He turned his head to me, “He’s your uncle.” His disappeared with a poof of black smoke. I was in shock, and Nora must have noticed because she squeezed my hand.
“He’s my uncle Nora, my own is uncle is trying to kill me now.” She pulled me into her body, he breast pushing up against my chest. “Baby everything is the same, so don’t go looking for trouble.” Our lips met in sweet kiss, and as I started to pull away her teeth caught mine. She nibbled on it for a few second before letting it go, wearing a smile that I very much knew. Nora was one of the sexiest women I ever met, and my attraction to her would never fade. She was petite but carried a curvy figure. Medium breast, hips that a man could die for, and an ass that was perfect. I lifted one of my hands grabbing one of her breast. She smiled brightly as I started to massage it.
She let her hand roam my figure stopping at my waist band. My muscle shirt was tucked into it, and as she tugged at it shirt soon popped free. I started to unbutton her shirt letting her white bra come into view. The office door slammed shut making Nora jump. I grabbed her by the hips picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around me. I walked with her over to the desk, sitting her on top of it. I grabbed the waist line of her panties pulling them off of her, and went to work on my pants. “Do you think we should be doing this?” I stopped looking up at her, “Do you want to wait until tonight?” She nodded climbing off the desk picking up and putting back on her panties. I fastened my belt back, “ Okay you better be ready for the ride tonight.” She smiled pulling her skirt back down, “I’m your ride or die baby. I’m always ready.” As she turned to walk to the door I smacked her ass making her jump.
“I can’t wait.” The door swung back open, and she stopped. “Iron you know that you’re the only one I’ve been with,” her voice was a low whisper. “Of course I never thought other wise,” I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her body into mine. I knew she could feel the bulge in my pants, “I mean my first ever.” I kissed her neck, “You mean your first time was with me.” She nodded, “Baby I knew that when we first had sex. I could feel it.” I let my hands travel up her body stopping just above her breast. “Iron, I was really nervous the first time, and I really didn’t think about it until the second time we did it.” I kissed the back of her neck, “I loved every second of taking all of you. Taking your everything.”
Her shirt was still unbuttoned, and I began buttoning it. Her hand stopped me in my tracks, and she pulled it back open pushing backward making me go back into the office. The door slammed shut and she turned in my grip smashing her lips into mine. I was surprised at her reaction, but kissed her back. Our tongues wrestling in a breathe taking kiss. I pushed her against the door letting my body push against hers, and she responded to the friction with a low moan. I pulled back taking off my shirt, and her hands quickly went to my muscled chest. “I want you Iron, It’s been so long. I miss your touch.” I kissed down my neck, “You don’t have to miss it anymore.” Her hand went to the bulge in my pants massaging it, and I stifled a moan. I looked up into her eyes, “I love you Iron.” I ripped the hem of her skit open, “I love you too”