Shepherd of Fire

My second attempt came the next day, in the middle of the teenager's school day. Maybe Zenith would be thrown by this. I was much more careful to shield my mind--and Zack'--from him. I was not failing this time--if it came to blows so be it. Taking on the same form, I snuck into the high school in between periods and found the black beauty.

His first glance at me said he was angry and embarrassed about the previous day.

"Hi, Zack...Sorry about yesterday...my parents called and I had to leave," I knew he would've woken up after I had left, pretty confused about why I was gone and why he had been sleeping. I balanced on my tiptoes to whisper into his ear, "Let me make it up to you?" My eyes were coy as they gave him my best take my innocence look.
His beautiful brow arched and the anger disappeared, "Uh, okay."
I slipped my arms around his waist, making him nervous as his eyes darted around to see if anyone was staring, "How about we skip and get the hell out of here?"
The look on his face said I kept on surprising him, "Angel, you don't pull punches, do you?"

Fifteen minutes later we were furiously making out on his bed at his house. As much as I wanted to play the experienced card and teach him everything he'd ever need to know, I kept up the innocent virgin act--pretending like everything he did to me was the only thing anyone had ever done to me. The liking it part, at least, I did not have to fake.

Zack moaned from where he caressed my neck with his lips. I could feel him hard up against me as he ground between my thighs even though all our clothes were still on.
"Angel...are you sure this is what you want?" Zack didn't stop, the words being mumbled as he unbuttoned my shirt and lips moved to in between my breasts.
"Yes, Zacky, yes this is what I want. Don't stop."
As his lips parted mine once more, his hand traveled down under my skirt and between my thighs. Moving aside my panties, he rubbed his middle finger over my pussy.
"Honey, you're soaking wet..." He moved it in circles up over my clit before slipping it inside me. I had created this being I was in, so it felt like a virgin would. I groaned and arched back, even just one finger giving me immense pleasure. The kid added a finger and I fought to keep my defenses up.
The defense my mind had created around myself and Zack would falter every orgasm I had, so I knew I had to keep it to one, maybe two, lest I be interrupted by Zenith again.
"Zack--"
"Angel, fuck I wanna be inside you--"
I pulled at his shirt so he'd take it off and I fumbled with his belt, "Then take me, Zack."
He stood up and took his pants off and I pretended to blush.
"Don't worry, Angel, I'll go as slow as you want me to."
How about hard and fast?
Being a demon, I knew he couldn't get me pregnant, but he didn't know that, so I handed him a condom and took off the rest of my clothes--letting him stare as I slowly did so. He took me in his arms and carefully laid me down on the bed, opening my lips with his. As we kissed, he guided himself between my legs and spread me apart.

It was painful, but I loved pain and absolutely adored this part. It's the reason I ever played the virgin. Once again, I gasped and fought to keep from coming--faking that my pleasure in the pain was only pain.
No--this was going to have to be one of them.
Zack had been blessed by whatever made him and his tearing of my untouched womanhood had me screaming and crying and squeezing even tighter around him. He could tell I was about to come and despite his surprise and inexperience, he knew to keep going. The heat inside all but exploded inside me and I groaned into my finish. Unfortunately, for poor young Zack, this pulled him over with me and I felt his hot come in me as he grimaced over me.
"Angel, uh god, baby--"
I could physically feel his innocence pouring into me as it shattered and that was the glory, the pull, the reason you always went back.
I pulled him to me, grinning in the huge wash of afterglow.
"Was that you...coming?" Zack asked into my ear softly.
"Mmmmm....yeah, Zack...that was amazing..."
"I'm sorry, I--" He stopped midsentence and when he rose back up to look at me, there were those icy blues staring back at me.

My smile turned into an evil grin, "You're too late, seraphim."
He cursed to himself in whatever the stupid language angels used. It hurt my ears.
I was sad to see Zack's beautiful green eyes leave, but maybe I'd be back sometime to corrupt him further. For now, though, I'd succeeded and was done.


A second later I was back home, in the bar we all went to after a successful mission. Grabbing my favorite whiskey, I sat down to find Synyster Gates at the other end of the bar.

As if the name didn't give it away, he was one of the biggest, baddest demons in Hell. Being one of the 'top dawgs', he often had Shadows'--our King's--ear. His specialty was making pregnant women cheat on their husbands. I heard he especially loved fucking them so late in the pregnancy that sometimes he would fuck them into labor. Hot.
His long black hair framed his face and almost made it to his chin. I'd only seen him this close a handful of times, and never talked directly to him. He had a beautiful face that betrayed his reputation and his black eyes were depths you didn't want to fall into. Unfortunately for me, he caught me looking.
I forced myself to meet his gaze instead of turning away. Boldly, I looked him up and down as he stood up--staring right back at me. He was tall, and had a body build for the ages. I did my best to keep it together as he sauntered over and my panties got damp.
"I heard you got sprung yesterday and Daddy came to the rescue." He put a hand on the bar next to me.
I narrowed my eyes at the comment, "He didn't come to my rescue. In fact, he didn't come at all. Quite disappointing, really. But don't worry, I finished my mission just now and I'm sure he knows...I've heard some things about you as well...Synyster, is it?" My voice was honey sweet.
He sat, facing me, "So what's your name, sweetie?" He practically threw back his drink.
"Carpe Diem. Just call me Diem."
Gates arched a brow, making me almost choke on my whiskey.
"I'm fairly sure you cannot possibly make fun of my name, Synyster."
"Touche, dear."
"My creators found that it represented what they had made me for."
"Yes, what you were made for...I've heard you give quite the mind fuck."
This time I was the one with the brow arch. I dared stare into those black abysses and they were truly marvelous--like cavernous black holes that swallowed everything that came within their event horizon. Yep, I was going for it.

"I'm not a pregnant housewife, but they certainly can't mind fuck you like I can."
This had the brow arch back, this time accompanied by a devious smile.
"Damn. You don't fuck around. I like it. C'mon." He ushered me outside, where his sleek, black Lamborghini Countash sat waiting.

In a flash, we were driving on the Autobahn as the wind whipped through his long hair. His dark smile flashed as he played with the other drivers on the road, flashing the finger at all of them.
Without warning, I conjured up a sexy as fuck snippet of us in the very car he was driving, me riding his cock as he drove. When my mind threw it to his, he almost careened into the wall. Laughing, he looked over at me.
"Nice."
"Oh, that?" I asked innocently, "That's nothing." The next image I sent him I was leaning over the center console and sucking his dick.
More grinning. As he found an exit and headed the car towards an abandoned parking lot, I threw several images of us together in a bed fucking.
His deep laugh echoed through the fast car, "Missionary? Really? You must know that with my--holy fuck--"
The car skidded to a stop after a 180 turn after I sent him a picture of him fucking my ass while dragging a sharp knife down my back--drawing blood.
He slammed the car into park and looked over at me, chest heaving, "You really are as good as they say."
I nodded as if to say yes I am, but then attacked his pants. A second later, he was in my mouth and I had Synyster Gates moaning above me to make the cows come home.

I didn't wait for him to do it, but flashed us back into my place on my bed. He laid back on the mink fur that was my comforter as I continued giving him head. We were both now completely naked. As I worked my mouth and my tongue, I continued sending him pictures of us together and eventually I went for the obvious--me very pregnant and begging for him to stop.
Synyster arched back into my bed, "Diem, fuck, what the fuck--" He held me down on his shaft while he cried out and came down my throat.

As I sat up over wreckage that was his now useless hot body, I grinned down at him while wiping my mouth.
"I...I did not expect you to go there..." He was fighting for breath, which had me all giddy inside.
"I know." When I grinned over him, he quickly flipped me under him.
"I'm no mind demon, but I'll see what I can do for you."
"I hear you have the tongue that--" I was about to say 'makes up for it' but that tongue was inside me before I could finish my sentence, "Synyster, fuck!" I threaded my fingers through his black hair and instantly came onto his tongue. He didn't stop, though, and kept switching between burying his strong, thick tongue deep into me and licking it up and teasing my clit, every now and then sucking at it. At this point I was screaming non-stop, incoherently and eventually it escalated into an orgasm so final I made him stop.

Looking over my heaving, breathless, naked body, he wiped his mouth and grinned mischievously, "Maybe next time we actually fuck. Later, Diem." And with that he was suddenly clothed and gone.

Notes

Gets a little darker....fuck.... (fans self)

I totally had no idea Syn was going to show up. I just started writing and there he was! Ha.