Shepherd of Fire

When I woke in the middle of the night, I was crying uncontrollably and Shadows was attempting to soothe me and wake me. I reached back and slapped Him as hard as I could across the face.
“Don’t touch me.” I got up and finished sleeping in my room down the hall, summoning Gates to stand at my door.

The next morning, though, I woke up in quite a different mood.

Trotting down to the kitchen for breakfast, I found my children making a mess as they tried to make their own. James was throwing things, while Andy tried to cook and they all giggled.
“Oh, hey Mom, uh….” James looked up at me and stopped, “You not wearing clothes today??” He chortled.
This made Andy whip his head around and look me over quickly.
“Nope.” I leaned on the counter and Pandor came up behind me, putting her hands to my waist.
“That sounds like a fantastic idea. I am completely for this. Any special occasion?”
Andy giggled, “I'm guessing Dad messed up, and this is His punishment--right Mom?”
He knew me too well. I was about to say as much when Shadows rounded the corner and immediately stared me down. The children gaped as I turned towards my King with a glare. They all gasped at the clearly hostile situation before I sauntered off.

When I walked into our chambers, He was not far behind.
“You're playing a dangerous game, D.” Satan growled at me.
“Me?! I'm playing a dangerous game??” I whirled on Him, tears threatening in my eyes as I whispered, “You...you raped me.”
His beautiful hazel eyes immediately softened as He grabbed me by the wrist, “Diem…” His deep baritone cracked, “That wasn't….you consented.”
My eyes burned back at Him before I stormed out.

I continued to walk around naked, making sure He saw me--but never making eye contact or letting Him touch me.
“Syn, I'm sorry you've had to watch me parade around naked…”
We were both in my room now as I got dressed.
His brown eyes stared at my tits, “Don't apologize, baby.”
“You wanna go find trouble?” My eyes glittered over at him.
“Sure,” Gates gave a lopsided smile, “We thinking bar fights or all out war?”
“Depends. You heard of any battles going on?”
“I’ve heard the vampires picked a fight with the werewolves. I think they figured now would be a good time after what we did to them the other night.”
“Sounds like fun.”
We’d discovered that we could touch one another as long as the touch was friendly and not sensual, so he held out his hand to me and we were gone--armor on.

Late that night, Gates and I sat drinking in the Throne Room after a wonderful night of fighting. We were both covered in blood and a little fur. We both had little bites on our necks and arms from randy vampires in the heat of battle. Ales in our hands, we laughed and told war stories--new and old.

My tall, muscly god entered the room, a dull red firing in His eyes as He eyed me and Synyster. No doubt he had watched us fight. And no doubt He was both pissed off at me spending time with Gates and turned on by watching me fight. I finally figured I was buzzed enough to pull off my punishment I had in mind for him. Wishing Gates a goodnight, I stood and flashed us both to our chambers.

Satan stood at the end of the bed, wrists tied out to the bedposts as He faced away from the bed and towards me as I sauntered towards Him. He was beautifully naked and I wore thin, see through robes. I loved seeing Him this way--submitting Himself to me yet struggling at the ropes, His wonderful arms flexed.
I considered gagging Him, but I wanted to hear His scream. Kneeling before my Love, I stroked and sucked Him to full hardness before peering up at Him. Gasping, He looked down at me curiously. I couldn’t help but smirk and then bite my lip. Brandishing a small piece of jewelry connected to a metal ring, I rubbed the cool metal tip over His head as His eyes widened.

“D--” The Devil’s voice was wavering, full of question...and was that fear?

I pushed the short, thin metal rod into His end all at once until it was held in place by the ring. A loud, rumbly scream erupted from His throat--but He stayed hard. Pulling hard at His restraints, His chest heaved as I stood up and just looked at Him.

“No matter what I do to you tonight, that stays there until morning.” I ordered.

Hazel eyes begged back at me, “Diem, fuck...that hurts.” I could tell this was hard for Him to admit.
“Good.”

I untied my Dark One and shoved Him back on the bed, climbing over Him. Enveloping His cock all at once, I sat back, enjoying the feeling of Him filling me. I could tell He was completely over-stimulated by His reactions. Shadows writhed and twitched under me, His chest breaking out in a sweat and His hands desperately fisting at the sheets. His eyes were clenched shut and His jaw set as He whined. It was absolutely gorgeous.
When I started grinding my hips I almost had to laugh as Satan’s body convulsed. This was way too much fun.
“D….How am I supposed to come like this?!” He was practically sobbing.
“You’re not.”
“What?!” His eyes shot open in question as I continued to pleasure Him.
“You’re not supposed to. Not until I remove it.”
Shadows groaned and whined, arching back as I rode Him harder.
Then I stopped and climbed off. His groan was of both regret and relief. And I left Him there to attempt to sleep like that.

When I returned after wandering the castle for a few hours, Shadows was in a fitful sleep. His body was flushed and His cock was a deep red, the jewelry glinting in the dark light. I quietly laid over Him and took Him into my mouth as Satan shouted Himself awake.
“Diem, you saucy fucking tart, goddammit--” He gasped when I licked around His over sensitive head and pushed at the metal rod with my tongue. Watching Him try and decide whether He hated or loved it was delicious. This time I wanted to drive Him just to the very edge and stop, so I sucked up and down His thick shaft until He was absolutely, miserably strung out, and I could hear whispers of His nightmare. Shadows’ large hands clung to my Hair as His deep voice echoed through the room.
“Fuck, D--baby, you're gonna make me--”
I sat up and grinned, “No I'm not.”
The Devil’s dark hazel eyes narrowed at me and He growled in warning, “When you unleash me, darling…”
I laughed, looking forward to it, “I know.”
Curling up on the other side of the bed from Him, I turned the other way and closed my eyes.

Another couple of hours later, He was pushing me under His huge body--plunging into me.
“Diem, please, I'm begging you, my Love…” His thrusts were needy and deep and hard and I let Him go until I came, “I need to come, baby--”
“You're only torturing yourself further, Shads--” I smiled sweetly as He pounded away, “You know I won't let you.”
He stilled over me, crying desperately into my shoulder, “...I'm sorry, darling.”
I softened a little, touching His jawline lightly before making Him pull out and lie back--His whole body straining and taught. Chuckling, I went back to sleep.

When the black outside barely began to turn red, I turned to my King and put a hand to His gleaming, hard chest. Satan took me in His arms and pushed me under Him as His throbbing, needy hardness slid inside me.
“Diem…” He groaned against my neck as I tightened around Him in quick release.
“My King--” I nipped at His shoulder as I gave myself back to Him. Shadows pushed into me in hot, quick strokes and grinned at me a little when He saw I needed Him, too. Then He winced again as His body reminded Him of His over sensitivity.
“Holy fucking shit, honey...this feels incredible…” My Dark Angel raised up on both arms as He continued pumping into me needily, “Please take it out, D…”
“Come, baby. Then I'll take it out.” I ran my fingers through His beautiful long hair and came myself, moaning in His strong arms.
Shadows winced and hesitated, not wanting to come before I removed the rod, but couldn't stop Himself.

Gasping and claiming my mouth with His as His hips stuttered, I could feel His body tense with release.
Immediately after, Shadows pulled out--jaw clenched as He almost cried with need. Biting my lip, I slowly removed the jewelry from His tip and His white, milky seed flowed out as The Dark One twitched and moaned and growled--His body rippling and muscles flexing over me.

After He cleaned me up, Shadows lay behind me and cuddled up to me--nuzzling His lips into my neck.
“D….” His enormous hands roamed down my side, “You need to control me more often...does this mean I've been forgiven?” He was chuckling lightly-- but I wasn't laughing.
The Dark Messiah took stock of the distant look on my face, “Diem...I tried to warn you…” His voice was soft as He brushed a hair away from my face, “Did you think you would get more from me?”
I turned to Him and forced a small smile, “No. Not until the other night. You made love to me, darling. I never expected to have something like that with you. And then you forced yourself on me.”

Tears appeared in His eyes, “You let me, my love...please understand--I do love you and my deep-seeded need to dominate you sometimes is just part of who I am, who the Devil is. I know you're dark enough to take me as I am, or I never would have done that to you. Know that anything you want to do to me or have done to you, I will oblige. Anything--whether or not I enjoy it. But in return you do the same for me.”
Searching His beautiful hazel eyes, I finally nodded.
Shadows kissed my forehead, “I love you, D.”

Notes

Hmmmm.....enough?
Thanks once again to my fav author on mibba for introducing me to this fancy jewelry--I'd never heard of it before. Kinky.