Shepherd of Fire

When I got back to the bar that same night, I saw that one of my fellow mind demons sat at the bar. Her blonde hair was braided in what always seemed to be differently arranged hundreds of braids and most of the way down her back.
Andromichae's story was interesting. She was a vengeance demon that used her mind to help women murder the men who betrayed them. Originally, she had been an angel that used her powers only to help women leave the men who beat them, or help get them the courage they needed to get help. But when that so often wasn't enough, she grew impatient and her Fall happened after a particularly long case that ended with a child molesting father having been stabbed to death by the woman who had born his children and then had to watch him steal their innocence. Her angelic blonde hair had taken years to start to color, but now had streaks of black in it. She grinned when I sat down, her dark blue eyes dancing.

"Heard you met Him. Tell me everything. Now."

I grinned as well, tapping on the bar for my drink before sitting next to her, "I saw his hazel eyes."
"So it is true. I bet they're gorgeous."
"That they are. And there's another story that's true."

Demons disappeared into his castle all the time. There had always been rumors about what happened to them. The obvious ones, though, were demons who--much like I did--made it known they wanted to be with the King and one day didn't exist anymore. We all talked about what it must be like, to fuck the Devil himself, but no one actually knew because no one had survived.
Andromichae nudged me, needing to know, "Well, c'mon, out with it."
"He took me to His bedroom and warned me. Told me I couldn't take him, that I'd die like all the others. Apparently he's been getting my mind fucks, and told me to stop."
"You've been trying to mind fuck Shadows?!" Her look at me was part surprise, part warning.
I shrugged, "I send him just snippets now and then. Don't want to come on too strong." My grin was confident and oversure.
"And what, you weren't sure you were getting through?"
"I know He saw them, I just wasn't sure how much other stuff like that gets through to Him. I wasn't sure He had noticed me yet." That was kind of a lie. I knew He had noticed based on the missions that would appear in my path, but what I hadn't known was just how much He had actually enjoyed what I had been sending Him. Talk about a confidence booster.

The blonde shook her head disapprovingly at me, "You should most definitely listen to our Lord of Fire and leave Him the fuck alone. No one knows better than He does. Think about it--lets say for some reason you fuck and don't die--which lets face it, you're totally going to die--but lets say for argument's sake you don't. He would never leave you alone. If the original fuck didn't kill you, His incessant need no doubt would."

Even her just fucking talking about it had me panting and thinking about it. I did my best not to send any of the images that came to mind--right now they'd be sloppy and not thought out.

"One day He'll see. You'll see. It might take time--I have plenty of that though."
She rolled her eyes, "So how's work?"
I tipped the drink to my lips, grinning as I recalled earlier that day, "High school virgin earlier today. Beautiful green eyes. I might go back for more."
"You and the virgins, Christ."
"Uh, Andro, it was so fucking good. He was so pure, the fall so hard." I shook it off, "What about you? Cut any dicks off today?"
She laughed, "Haha, no. Unfortunately. The one I'm in the middle of right now will take time. It's a ten-year relationship that's slowly gone from drinking into rape and emotional abuse. She's convinced she's supposed to like it just because he's her fucking husband. She's gaining confidence, though. I've been showing her what he should be doing to her in bed, what other men could do. Today I finally showed her how good him being dead would be. She was horrified at first, but quickly liked the idea of being free. Soon I'll show her just how beautiful cutting him open will be."
I shook my head, "You are pretty damn good, Andro."

By the time I teleported back to my own bed in the middle of the night, I was nice and drunk and once again horny.
I couldn't help myself. I told myself it would be okay if it was just one image, but damn I may have gone a little far.
In this one, I lay on His bed as He stood fucking me. After tearing into my chest, He ripped out my heart, eating it as He fucked me. I sent it.
Don't judge me! I was drunk and knew He would love it.

I sat up in bed, inhaling suddenly and moving my hand from where I was touching myself.
Oh, fuck.
There He was. In my bedroom. He was seething--chest rising and falling heavily and arms rippling as he clenched His fists. His red eyes flashed at me as his jaw ticked. And this time He was completely naked.

I'd seen it before...but holy shit.

My eyes dragged down his body as I bit my lip. I wasn't afraid, but I was nervous. Fuck, He was so angry.
"You!!!" His voice alone made me shake inside as it vibrated the very air, "I told you to stop! And, THAT!?! Gates just fucking told me how good your giving head is, I don't need you showing me how good your insides taste, baby!!!" He thundered over me, His huge body hovering over mine.
"Then fuck me!!!" I yelled back, trying not to seem intimidated. I was, but I was also really hot--and Him showing up hadn't helped.
"Noooooo," He narrowed His eyes and growled at me, drawn out through clenched teeth.

I smirked back. If He still wanted to play this game, I was up for the seventh inning stretch. I laid back, keeping my eyes up on His as He questioningly watched me. I reached down between my legs and moaned, sending him another quick snippet.
I had liked the knife idea I had used on Synyster earlier, but this time He was still fucking me from the front, dragging the blade down my face, across my neck and all the way down by body, leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
He laughed deeply, grinning that evil dimpled grin, "You like pain, honey? I'll show you fucking pain."
Shadows' hand grabbed mine away from myself and his slightly forked tongue licked down my fingers as His eyes stayed on mine, flashing back and forth between golden and red. His tongue singed my flesh and my breathing stuttered as my eyes closed. When I forced them open again, His were closed, as he licked his lips--tasting me.
He looked curiously down at me and then at my fingers, slowly licking at them again, once again the pain making me wet.
"Shadows--" I moaned.
His golden eyes narrowed again, "You really do like it. You are quite a refined being, my dear."

Even in Hell, not too many demons really sexually enjoyed pain like I did--at least not when it was inflicted on them. Most demons didn't even feel pain.

"I've tried to tell you, to show you." I was breathing hard, my hand still being gripped by His. He stared at my fingers, no doubt wondering why they weren't on fire.
Then He dropped my hand, "I can't be any clearer, Diem. This doesn't mean you have what it takes. I'd rip you apart. Now fucking quit it." He turned His back to me, shoulders tensed.

I wasn't giving up so easy, not with Him standing there in front of me. The next one, He was licking my blood off the knife he had just ran down my body.
"Fuck you, Diem," The Devil whipped around and charged at me, stopping when He was over me and shoved two large fingers inside me.

I arched back and screamed--the sound bouncing off the walls. His touch burned--singed my inner lips and into me. It was hot and painful. The pain ripped through my body and when He started moving his hand I cried out, blood tears appearing.
"See, honey, no one can."
He didn't know, though, still, that this would finish me off. I was soaking wet and I could tell He hadn't figured out how, as His fingers burned me. Crying out all sorts of filthy praise of our Dark King, I came tight around His glorious fingers and fell back on the sheet--panting and satisfied.

Shadows slowly pulled out his fingers and stood up, eyeing me curiously. As He licked His own fingers again, He finally asked, "How."
"I have a storybook of my own, Master. I am your war, I am your hate, I am your lust. I was born out of fire and debauchery. I could be the bearer of your needs, if you let me."
"But you feel the pain."
"Yes. I believe it was only so I could enjoy it."
"But you aren't hurt."
"No. Either I don't get hurt, or it heals so quickly you don't see it--I've never been able to tell."
He put up a finger, pointing at me and leaving the line of questioning, "That was your first and last taste, Diem. Fucking is different and you know it." He sighed, trying to control Himself, "My seed would consume you, even if my touch did not. Leave. Me. Alone. My legions need you."
He was clearly upset again, the red once again in His eyes--but I could tell He was beginning to wonder. Then He was gone.

Notes

I've started to realize how many baseball references I have in my stuff, which is kinda funny. I do love baseball, which is why me and Zacky are made for each other.

More Shads teasing! Not sure where this is going, other than somewhere hot :)