I stood in front of the fireplace in the Throne room as Shadows kneaded my shoulders. His hands felt amazing, working out the stress easily. My body recovered so quickly I rarely had muscle tension, but the missions I’d been going through lately had me so high strung He had been doing this for me daily for a week. It usually led to sex, which further reduced the tension.

“Johnny!! Leave them alone! Go fuck around in town or something--the kids need a break!” I yelled. I often felt like his mother, since his actual mother was so young and often under his devious spell.

Shadows chuckled behind me, His voice in my ear deep and smooth, “Let him do as he wishes, darling. It’s what they do.” His hands left my shoulders and wrapped around my waist, “I don’t need one of his stars, do I?” The Devil’s hot lips danced over my neck as I leaned back into Him, threading my fingers into His long hair. These six months had been amazing to all of us.
While we’d spent the first few months after my kidnapping apprehensive because of Shadows’ murdering three Senate members--we hadn’t heard a peep out of Heaven. I felt like for the first time since I’d fallen for Him, we got to truly enjoy our time together for more than just a few days or weeks.

Pandora had taken well to being a mother--watching over her baby as much as she could for the first couple of months, only taking care of her sexual needs when she absolutely had to. This meant Andy and James went out more just the two of them. Sometimes they’d take Zack, when he wasn’t holed away somewhere with Synyster.

When we had returned from Heaven without a child, we had to explain to all the children that due to many factors, the baby had been born an angel and grew up to be Aphrodite and had greatly changed the power struggle between Michael and Shadows. The Wicked’s fall and what really happened between He and Michael stayed a secret between us for now. Pandora unjustly felt horrible guilt because she thought we’d basically traded my own child for hers, but we explained how much it wouldn’t’ve made sense to bring the angel with us considering how much she clearly wanted to be in Heaven with Michael.

We kept an eye on the two angels and within two months they’d already had a baby angel. I knew Pandora once again had complicated feelings when it came to him--especially now that she was raising a child without his father, and Aphrodite got to have both Michael and his children.

Johnny had grown fast, much like James had. His hair seemed to change color every day--anything from blonde to red to blue to brown. His eyes stayed the beautiful light brown with the bright red pupils. Around the time that he resembled a toddler, he discovered--much to his mother’s horror--that he could magically produce little tiny throwing stars. We figured out quickly that when he threw one of them, the receiver got a rude awakening in the form of suddenly being a little turned on. The kid would giggle incessantly whenever he did this, until Pandora trained it out of him. But as he grew up into a fully bloomed teenager--he’s learned not only that his stars now had much more power behind them, but how to use them. If he only threw one, the starred would fall in lust with him, if he threw two--the starred would fall in lust with one another. One could always tell when you were ‘riding the lust’ as we called it, by the red pupils that didn’t go away until you came. The night he discovered this, he used it on his own mother and had sex for the first time--and then the castle fell into chaos for a week until Shadows cuffed him to the wall in the playroom. Satan had not appreciated being out of control for so long, even if it meant getting to fuck for a solid week, so His punishment was meant to teach Johnny to understand permanently how and when to use his lusty ninja throwing stars.

Since then, we’d all learned to enjoy Johnny and his abilities--either involving him in the actual fucking, or just asking for a prick of a star. It was a high that the kids used all the time, and that Shadows and I indulged in on occasion.
Similarly, Zack was sometimes in our bed with us, or I’d see him on my own. Once, I even came home from a mission to find Shadows in our bed--being bitten and ridden at the same time.

With my safety no longer currently an issue, Synyster went on a lot more missions when he wasn’t with Zack. We’d made Gates his own sort of wing of the castle so he could always be near, and the vampire had somewhat moved in with him. They were both cagy about it--never talked about it and whenever we brought it up or joked about it, they’d dodge it or flat out insist we had no idea what we were talking about. Gates only insisted that they weren’t in a relationship, where as Zack insisted that he preferred women and only did men because they’d begged for it.

Andromachae still worked hard at her long string of successful vengeance missions that almost always took months. I was currently helping her with one that she’d found particularly interesting but difficult. We were spending a lot of time together, and just earlier this evening I had been resting at her place when she climbed above me to wake me up and whispered in my ear: I know you miss Synyster.

I gasped when she started mind fucking me without warning. The images and scenes were expertly put together and extremely hot--Gates and I making passionate love to one another after he saved me from Heaven. She’d been with him enough to know exactly how he fucked and I yearned for it and relished in the drawn out, sizzling dream. I kept my eyes closed and saw Synyster slip two fingers inside me, and moaned when Andro did this to me in real life.
“And--oh fuck--” She continued until I came and then pulled out her fingers, continuing by kissing me as Syn kissed me in the dream. When she stopped, I saw Gates stand up and undress, smirking in that way that he did because he knew I was staring. I hummed and bit my lip, enjoying the scenery, before he climbed over me. When he took me to the hilt, I felt Andro slide a thick, long toy into me and I cried out and arched back. I soon figured out with how it moved in and out so rhythmically perfect that she must’ve been wearing it. As Syn fucked me in my dreams, I let the pleasure wash over me and build. I watched as the ecstasy crossed over his beautiful face, but just as I was about to come with him in real life, Andro pulled out. I whimpered and cried--coming as he did in the dream even though I ached in real life. After he slowed and looked down at me for a moment with those big gorgeous black eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore and opened my eyes.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” I whimpered softly.
She just smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows, “Go home and enjoy your husband. You’re welcome.”
I laughed lightly, lying back and letting myself recover for a moment, “Gotta hand it to you, Ands. That was some of your best work. Every line on his face, every muscle--including the one I know you know extremely well--was perfect...Kudos. That was so fucking hot.” I opened my eyes again, “Thanks, Andromachae.”
She settled next to me, the toy long gone, “You’re going to hate me for this--but I was sending that to you and Gates at the same time. So you two were just almost actually fucking. Hopefully he was in a situation to sit back and enjoy it.”
My eyes widened as I think I even blushed and covered my face, “Oh, good Satan.”
“Speaking of Him, go on. Get your fuck on.” She smiled at me, clearly satified with herself, and I was gone.

And that’s how I wound up in front of the fireplace getting my shoulders rubbed. I burned for Him and despite the hot Synyster dream--all I could think about was getting Him inside me. Turning around, I showed Him I meant business by wishing away all our clothes at once. His smiling hazel eyes met mine and watched me as I pushed him down to sit in His enormous chair by the fire. Straddling Him, I covered His warm lips with mine as Shadows snaked His bulging arms around me. I wished a condom in place and slid all the way onto His length.
“D…” I watched His eyelids flutter closed as I started with a shallow roll of my hips. His voice echoed in its dark chorus as He called out for me and I for Him.

Losing two children in a row had taken its toll on both of us. We didn’t talk about it, but either of us could tell when the other was thinking about it and we were there to comfort one another. We’d used condoms ever since--for six months straight. The nightmare was dulled by the condoms, not to the point where anyone else could take it, but to a point that I didn’t usually bother staying in it because it would only remind me how much I missed the real thing.

He’d left a few times to see Michael. He never told me this, but somehow I knew. I couldn’t spy on Him like He could me, so I had no idea what happened during these meetings, but I honestly believed them to be harmless--checking in on him and our daughter so to speak. It wasn’t until the fourth time (across these six months) that Shadows came back with ever-so-barely lighter skin, that I knew. His skin immediately darkened again once returned to Hell, so I wasn’t sure if He even noticed.
That was two weeks ago and it hadn’t happened again, so I hadn’t brought it up.

I got lost on the feeling of His thickness filling me as I moved on Him and almost didn’t hear Him whisper deeply in my ear.
“Are you sure we still need the condom?”
I sat up and stopped riding him, meeting Shadows’ loving, intimate gaze. He cupped my jaw in His large hand, brushing my cheek with a thumb, “It’s been six months, darling. I need you again.”
A slight smile threatened to play at my lips and I knew we were ready.

Pulling off of Him, I discarded the condom and gasped when His hot head slid inside me.
“Shads….” I had forgotten how different it was. Just when I started to shake, He wrapped His arms around me again.

“If we’re doing this, we’re not doing it here.”

Then He was above me on our bed, rolling those strong hips the second we got there. As I threw my head back, His cock immediately made me come. Damn he felt so good. The Dark One’s tattoos began to move and I ran my hands over them as I swore they spoke to me sometimes.
“My love…” Shadows kissed down one side of neck, teasing just under my ear and making me shiver as His large hand softly palmed one of my breasts. Threading both hands into His hair, I brought His lips to mine as He continued to thrust into me. I loved kissing that forked tongue--hot and needing me.
The Devil’s pace quickened, His burning thickness spreading me and driving me wild. The climax hit me hard and I bit onto His tongue as I came, whining under His huge body.
Just as I tasted His blood, Shadows growled and shoved into me, coming inside me as my teeth loosened their grip.
“Take me with you,” He muttered just as I was swept into His beautiful nightmare.

Holding onto strong shoulders, I opened myself fully to the His darkness--not controlling it whatsoever. It raged and I grinned into the evil, the surrender, the being a part of Him completely.
Satan’s deep hazel eyes met mine as His nightmare whirled. I could see He was conflicted, questioning that I really could take every dark part of Him into myself. All I could do was smile and enjoy the darkness as we both watched.

Eventually it died down to a murmur and then I shut it down. I was a little surprised that He hadn’t impregnated me, but I didn’t think anything of it as He held me close--His body heavily weighing on mine as we both recovered.

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Aphrodite smiled beautifully when Michael pulled her back against his chest. She’d just come back from a trip to town with their little angel, Anteros, who was now playing in the yard--chasing the butterflies because their wings so closely resembled his own.
Michael’s large hand rubbed over her already large-again baby bump, “You look radiant, dear.”

She smiled and turned to him, about to respond, when she saw how different he looked. His skin was slightly tanner than usual, his eyes a darker blue, and she gasped when she saw a few of his feathers were a dull gray.

“Michael? What...what happened to you?” Her light eyes blew wide and concern etched her face.
He only smiled back, “What?”
“Your-your wings.”

He curled them around her so he could see them--he didn’t spend too much of his time looking at his own wings, so he hadn’t noticed. Immediately his newly tanned face went white and he swallowed hard. Michael’s eyes slowly met hers nervously.
“I-I can explain, love--”
“Explain what?” She was completely clueless.

He put his hands to her shoulders, “Aph...I’ve never really been honest about Matthew’s fall and why I became the way that I am.”
“The way that you are? Matthew--the Devil? What does He have to do with this??” Her voice was starting to change from curiously innocent to frantic.

“Yes. The way that I am--about sex. The fact that I can only copulate when I’m in love and the fact that I always reproduce, those are things that were born out of my first time...see, it was the first time.” Her eyes searched his, now back to curious, “I...I created sex, Aph, with Matthew. Eons ago.”
“So….why did He fall and you didn’t? Were you...in love with Him?”
“He was the curious one who discovered it, really. I was somewhat goaded into it, or that’s how God saw it anyway. I think it was more that Heaven needed someone to balance out everything once He fell. And yes, I, um,” He couldn’t lie to her, “Well I guess technically I am...still.”

“You what?!” Aphrodite stepped back, raising her voice and putting her hands protectively over her belly.
Michael tried to follow her, but she continued to walk away, “Aph! C’mon, we were like brothers--inseparable for centuries!”
She stopped, tears in her eyes, “I don't care that you were, but how could you still be??”
His eyes fell, “I don’t know. I didn’t even know that I was...until a few minutes ago.”

Her brow furrowed and her eyes spit fire, “What happened just a few minutes ago, Michael?”
The angel blushed hard and folded his arms across his chest, “You know He’s been visiting, to see you...well...He just left, after...after sleeping with me.”

The female angel shook her head, hands covering her face as she began to cry, “How could you do this to me, Michael? To us? You procreate every time and you know that!!”

Michael finally lifted his eyes, “With two males, honey, I don’t think that comes into play,” He walked to her as she let him wrap her in his arms, “I’m so sorry, Aph, you know I love you more than I could ever love Him. There’s just a lot of history there and I let that get out of control. I promise not to see Him anymore, love.” He kissed her forehead as she cried, knowing he didn’t deserve her, “I’m sorry, honey. It won’t happen again.”
Her beautiful eyes back at him said she couldn’t help but forgive him, “Promise?”
“I promise.”

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Notes

Anteros was a Greek god of requited love and avenger of unrequited love, random myth fact of the day.

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