Shepherd of Fire

That night we fell asleep in a drunken, satisfied stupor in our bed--armor still on and a dirty, bloody mess.
The next morning we went straight to the shower and as we got hot under the hot water, a lanky teen walked in the room and then the shower.
"What is this?" Seeing as we were naked, he had gotten naked, but he didn't fully understand what a shower was. I held out my hand and when he took it curiously, I pulled him under the water.

Andy immediately leaned his head back and groaned as the water ran over his body, "This is fantastic."
"Hmhmm. And somebody needs to clean you off. You smell as bad as we do. No one likes fucking someone who smells bad, Andy." I began soaping him up, his makeup and dark markings running off his skin. The teenager started to get hard as my hands roamed over his young body. He now stood between me and his Father, who began massaging His fingers into the long, black hair--shampooing out the matted locks as Andy leaned back and moaned.

"What did you do yesterday, son?" Shadows mumbled from his neck.

"Dunno. Roamed the castle. Fucked some people. Walked to town. Fucked some more people."
I chuckled, "Okay, Andy. No more leaving the castle until we teach you some things, got it?" He started to whimper in response.
"But mom!!"

I shook my head as I knelt down in front of him and then he was focused on me, clearly having no idea what I was about to do.
"Watch your mother, Andy. You should learn how to be the best at this. I assume you enjoy men and women equally, so this is a must if you want to satisfy men." He winked down at me and I continued to keep my eyes up as I took Andy in my mouth. Sky blue eyes closed and a long sigh escaped his red lips.

As Shadows described what I was doing lowly in our son's ear, it only encouraged me as I bobbed and licked and sucked. I didn't even get to using my hands before I could feel his toned body tense and taste his sweet saltiness filling my mouth.

Standing up, I watched his sweet face as he attempted to catch his breath, moaning.
"We've also got to improve your stamina. And stay away from your brother."
Without opening his eyes, Andy pouted, "But I can come as many times as I want, so what does it matter?"
Shadows washed out his hair, "It matters, son, trust me."

After more incest in the shower, a clean Andy bounded off down the hallway after being told to stay inside again. We stopped by James' room to spend a little time with him and once again were floored by how big he'd gotten and how much smarter and weirder.
A small child ran up to both of us and hugged away after throwing the drum sticks he had in his hand across the room.
"You got him a drumset!?" I asked the teacher that was with him at the moment.
The teacher shrugged, "Actually, he did it. One moment we were learning the history of the Elite and then he had created a drumset out of nothing and the next he was teaching himself. I've just been sitting here watching in awe for hours."
"Mommy, Daddy!! Watch me!!" He sat behind the drums and more sticks appeared in his hands before he began playing incomprehensible rhythms and crashing on cymbals and had both feet hammering away at a deep bass drum. Neither of us could believe he was already conjuring things.
When he finally paused, he could see how amazed we were and he ran around cheering and throwing his sticks again before hopping into his Father's arms.
"That was impressive, James," Shadows held him up and kissed his cheeks, "Now study history with your teacher for another four hours and you can spend the rest of the day drumming, alright?"
James made a face and rubbed his eyes, but eventually agreed and we left to made plans for the Bacchanal.

That night and the following morning we spent many pleasurable hours getting Andy ready for his official introduction. Shadows wanted to introduce him to cunnilingus and so there I lay that night, writhing as they took turns. My Love began with a simple biology lesson--explaining what everything was and its function as I laid there impatiently. Satan started licking and sucking at my clit and told our son to try it.
"Andy--" I arched back.
"Baby, you have to give him constructive criticism," Shadows ran a hand over my leg as he laid next to the spiky haired teen.
My brow furrowed, "Baby," I attempted to focus, "You have to change your pressure to your....partner...pay attention to their body language to figure out what they like," I groaned as he played around with different techniques until he took my clit lightly in his teeth and I jolted. When he also sucked, I instantly came.

Andy grinned triumphantly and I couldn't help but find it adorable.

Shadows grinned and stepped back in, "Now add a finger," He inserted one of his own, "And switch in between that and this," His forked tongue shoved inside me and I bucked my hips, grabbing at His hair.

"Why don't I have your forked tongue, Dad?" Andy pouted.

Shadows grinned and put His large hand over His son's mouth, and when He let go, Andy smirked.

This time, when my son leaned down in between my legs, I could feel his newly forked tongue flick up against my core. At the same time, he was playing with both my clit and lapping at my slit with it.

"Damn, son. You're a quick study." Shadows petted his black head of hair as he kept going until I was coming again.
Andy licked his lips, "Mom, you taste so good."
I tried to catch my breath, "Andy, what have I told you?"
"Sorry....Diem."


The following night I tried to get Andy and myself dressed for the occasion as Shadows laughed at us, shirtless and in a teasingly short kilt. Andy matched his Father and I wore a silky, open getup that was apparently driving my son to distraction.
We all wore high, twisted, black horns and Andy kept taking his off to flirt with me.

"I could fuck you with one of these," He tauntingly wrapped his new tongue around one of the horns, "Father says you enjoy pain."
I laughed as he poked my side with the headdress, "Andy, you must be ready for the party. We can't be late."
He dropped the horns to the ground and assaulted me with a smile, "Why? It's our party. C'mon, let me fuck you again, Diem. We have time."

I ran around the bed and the room and he chased after me as our King chuckled. Just when Andy had thrown me over his shoulder, a knock came at the door.

"We're ready for you, Masters," Sounded from the other side.
Andy turned to Shadows, "Can I carry her in like this?"
Satan laughed again, but helped me down, "Ready?"
I nodded.

The Devil got everyone's attention once we were standing in front of our thrones and announced Andy as our second born son to thunderous applause.
My throne was big enough that Andy sat in mine with me, snuggling and nipping and pawing at me. We sat back and let him drink to his young heart's content and fuck who he wanted. The night held truly something for everyone's darkest desires. Demons dressed as all kinds of fantasies, male and female alike.
Sex was in the air, along with wine and ale and the finest of opiates. I was dancing with Shadows, my back to His chest, when a blinding white light interrupted the party.

"I closed my brother's eyes tonight," Michael stood before us, seething, and before anyone could make a move, he was sinking a bright white sword into my side and was gone again.

I dropped and Shadows caught me, flashing the three of us back to our chambers along with conjuring a medic and Talarico.
"Diem, baby, hold on. You'll heal." I could hear Him talking to me, but couldn't see anything.
"Mother! Will she be okay? That's her blood!...." All I could make out was my sons panicked voice before I slipped into unconsciousness.....

Notes

Short chapter, sorry! But the next one will most likely be long, so I separated this.
Why isn't she healed already?? What must be done? Is their child ok?

And Andy.....fuck.