Shepherd of Fire

For the next couple of days I let Him be. I had other missions anyway. And by other missions, I meant finding my seventeen year old again. What kind of trouble could we get into?
I sent him dreams of us in bed together, mostly sweet and hot--nothing too crazy. By the time I found him after school two days after we'd been together, I could tell he was already frustrated and hot and bothered.

"What do you want, Angel."
"I...I wanted to apologize for the other day. After...we...I um, wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I kind of thought you wouldn't want to wake up next to me."
Zack sighed, "Why on earth would you think that? Do I look like an asshole?" He was already starting to give in.
"No! I just, I've never..."
"I know, Angel. I'm sorry you felt that awkward about it. I was pretty shaken up when I woke up and you weren't there...so you, uh, wanna, I dunno--hang out?"
"I'd love that, Zack."

I made him take me somewhere public, that way I could make him take me in a public place. After bowling a game, we were flirting and all over one another--giggling and kissing.

"Zack...take me to the bathroom here. I need you right now," I whispered heavily in his ear.
He turned bright red, but hardened up against me while in my embrace, "Sure, baby." He swallowed, "I'll meet you in there."

I made sure no one was in any of the stalls and waited, removing my underwear from under my short skirt. When he crept in, I locked the door and attacked him.
"Angel, what the fuck...has gotten into..you--?" He mumbled as I went for his jeans and kissed his sweet lips.
"I just...couldn't wait to have you again...after the other..." I pulled him by the shirt into the bigger stall and sat him down on the toilet seat after yanking down his pants. His young green eyes stared wide eyed up at me as I straddled him and sank down. I started riding him and he gripped at my hips, moaning under me.
"Zack, uh, you feel so good," My tight pussy felt so good as he spread me.
"Angel, fuck....ride me, baby--"
The request had me grinning. Before I could come, I hopped off and turned around, leaning over against the wall and staring back at him. Figuring out what I wanted, he scrambled up and thrust into me. His strokes were amazing for his inexperience--smooth and hard and fast and even.
"Zack, uh god, Zack--I'm close, baby, so close--" I squeezed my eyes shut as I let his cock push the orgasm out of me. Zack buried himself to the hilt and groaned as he came along with me. More of his goodness flowed into me and I flinched with just how good it was.

Zenith was nowhere to be found. I chuckled to myself. Maybe he'd given up. I actually stayed for our date, having fun with my jailbait.

When I got back to my place, I noticed a gift box on my bedside table. Opening it, the mission flowed into my mind. It was clearly bait from our Lord and I decided not to bite.

Instead I went to the bar, like I did most nights.

Andromachae was there and we began a drinking game based on our missions. After both of us had many shots down, she motioned over my shoulder, "Isn't that Synyster Gates? He can't stop fucking staring at you. Is there something you're not telling me, babe?" She licked at my ear obviously, so Gates would see.
"Maybe. I may have played some fun mind games with him a few nights ago." I stood up into her waiting arms, turning to look at Synyster as he glared from down the bar. As he drank, we kissed, mouths open and tongues teasing. Her hand dipped between my legs and massaged as he squeezed his glass so hard it shattered.
"What do you suggest I send him?" I asked quietly, grinding my hips down onto her hand.
"How about this?" She sent both of us a hot shot of me and her naked, writhing around together. Quickly followed by one with him in the middle of us.
"Fuck, you're the best wing a girl could ask for," I nipped at her bottom lip and left, walking towards Synyster.

"Do you have a playroom?" I forwardly asked, drinking the rest of his whiskey.
"I was drinking that. And fuck yes, I do." He showed it to me by suddenly taking us there. I bit my lip, looking around at the possibilities.
He didn't wait, but threw me over his broad shoulder and carried me to the bed before throwing me down.

"Heard about your penchant for pain, Diem. Afraid I'll be testing that tonight, baby." He clamped down cuffs around my wrists together over my head and then my ankles individually as they were spread far apart. In his impatience, he hadn't bothered with undressing me, so he settled for tearing off my underwear now that I was chained up. I could hear he was having a hard time regulating his breathing as he paced at the end of the bed. I grinned and twisted in my restraints, hoping to egg him on by doing so.
Rather than grabbing any of the numerous things that hung from the walls, he took off his own belt. Aiming it just right, he flicked it and hit my clit dead on with a resounding smack. I bucked high in the air and groaned.
"Damn. Nice to see you can start with that," He removed his own shirt and went for another round with his belt. This time he let it fly and it landed thickly across my abdomen. Gates let go of the belt and walked up between my knees, massaging over my swollen core, "Fuck, baby, you really do like this." He inserted two fingers into me, but then pulled them back out--teasing me.
"Synyster--" I sent him a teaser of what I wanted him to do next. There were darker things I wanted, but I thought I'd start with this.
"Holy fuck, baby, if that's what you want--" Syn was clearly caught off guard but turned on by my request. Turning the nail of his index finger into a razor sharp point, he dragged it down the middle of my body and then across it, creating a cross of blood that appeared before the wounds healed almost instantly.
"Fuck yes, Gates," I moaned, the pain blinding me but also sending hot waves over my skin. Unable to control himself, Synyster immediately began pounding into me. I screamed from both the pain and the pleasure as he continued, leaving nicks and longer marks all over my body--and he clearly had no idea what to make of it. I threw my head back, coming hard and leaking over his hard cock as it thrust into me.

I stared as his hard body left me. Keeping his black eyes locked on mine, he walked over to the wall and picked a cat-o-nine-tails. Grinning at me, he stood at the foot of the bed.
"Spread 'em." His black eyes flashed and I obeyed.
Reaching back, he put all his force behind whipping the tails down across my swollen, wet labia. The pain jolted through me, and before I could even fully enjoy the shock, round two pelted me.
"Syn!! Oh, fuck, yes!" He assaulted me two more times before I was finishing again--pain creating a fog around me. In the middle of my finish, Gates was once again inside me, slamming into me faster and harder than I thought possible. I whined and cried and probably unknowingly sent him pictures of satan knows what as I neared the edge.
"Diem, take it my little fuck demon--ahhh!" Synyster's jaw clenched as I could feel his orgasm tear through his body and into mine.

From what I understood, demon orgasms are nothing like human ones. Of course we get the best of everything that's fun. Not that I know from personal experience, having always been a demon. But, when two demons fuck, the finish line is more like an event. It's almost like fire shooting throughout every inch of one's body and for one delicious moment, your two bodies are drenched in hot waves of gorgeous evil that leave you spent like nothing else. I know, I know, that's exactly how you'd describe one of your orgasms, right? A good one anyway? No, you don't understand, but how could you?
This doesn't occur whenever we come, just when we do with one another. So when Shadows had said fucking is different, he wasn't wrong. It is very different.

So when Gates let go of himself into me, I braced myself for the flood of soul-consuming hate and lust and screamed as it washed through and over me. As with anything else about sex, there were levels of this and his were epically thick and dark.
"Syn!!" I cried as his last thrusts slowed. The echoes of his shouting finally died in the room as he tried to stand.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to me, he leaned over, running his hands through his hair.

After a minute, he stood and let me out of my shackles--silently. I just laid there, recovering. He collapsed next to me, needing to recover as well.
I'd probably be a little sore the next day. Not muscle sore, because my body recovered so quickly, but it's sort of like my soul is sore. The fire is so intense it's like it leaves its mark and you feel it for sometimes days afterwards. This is what the Dark Lord thought would be my undoing--that fire.
Gates lit a cigarette and shared it with me. Chuckling, he added, "He told me you two had a go, and that you dig the pain, but fuck...plenty of demons let me do that to them, but none of them feel any of it, so watching you was truly a sight to behold Diem."
"Hmmmm. Yes, that was quite....satisfactory." I smiled, eyes closed.
Gates reached over and lightly pinched my nipple so that I'd look at him.
"Ow!" Because of my current situation, they were oversensitive and that just hurt.
"Look, Diem," His eyes cooled to a dark brown that I hadn't seen yet, "You're a pretty great fuck, and I hope we have some more fucks in our future--but that won't happen if He consumes you from the inside out."
I sighed, overly tired of this conversation, "Synyster, I'm sorry if you're getting jealous, but--"
Synyster roughly grabbed my wrist and brought it to his lips, his eyes going black again as they flashed at me, "I'm not jealous, fuck demon," His pointed tongue darted out and ran a line up my palm and middle finger, making me shiver, "I'm just warning you. I could feel you when we came together. It still burns inside you, yes?"
I nodded, still feeling him inside me, "But my tolerance is sky high above anyone's. I was built for this."
"It's not high enough, baby. Just don't go there. If you want a good fuck, you know how to find me. I'll satisfy you."
I grinned back at him as the afterglow pulled us both under and we fell asleep together, cuddling in his playroom.


When I woke up, Synyster still slept beside me, his gorgeous upper body rising and falling shallowly. Before I could enjoy it, though, a burning hand closed around my wrist and was jerking me out of bed.
"If you won't go on the missions I send you on, I guess I'll just have to personally supervise you. Come now, I'll show you what a real mission with me looks like."
The red eyes cooled to hazel. He was fully clothed and in a flash made sure I was as well. Before I could say or do anything, we were gone.

Notes

What's their mission together going to be?? Ha, I really have no idea....hmm...
Of course, it's what happens AFTER the mission that you guys are really interested in :)