When I denied my Lover His needs, He was very understanding. The sight of Him holding his winged creature at His hip and showing His son His domain while both their dimples popped definitely had me staring and aching to have more of His children, but anytime Shadows actually joined me in our bed, it didn’t feel right. While I could see the cloud of disappointment in His eyes every time I turned him away, He always followed it by a slight smile and snuggled me to His chest.

My Dark Angel knew He had crossed a line sleeping with an angel of Heaven. While they had history that had been around so much longer than I could even understand, it was still tainted with the oh so wrong, and because He knew this, He was being patient with me.
The odd thing was, I wasn’t with anyone else, either. For days I went about my business, helping Andro, making sure the kids were getting along, but most of my time--I spent with Shadows and His love child.

The rest of our kids hadn’t known what to think. They had similar reactions to myself--jaws on the floor and just simply standing there speechless until it flew over to James’s ankle and looked up at him curiously.
My horned one being the giddy child he was, James picked him up with that huge smile on his face, overjoyed to have another brother. Soon the other children followed in kind, commenting on how cute he was and how much he looked like their Father. The little one was absolutely in love with the attention, looking around giddily with those huge, curious hazel eyes.
They loved to play with him and he loved to be played with, and Shadows and I just watched as he was toted around on their shoulders and taken out to the garden.

“Are you ever going to name him?” I asked as His arms wrapped around me from behind while we watched the others play outside.
“His name is Deiros. He’s the god of fear.”
I turned around and looked up at Him curiously.
“I know.” He smiled, “That’s why I haven’t said anything. I’m still trying to figure it out myself. It’s been two weeks and he hasn’t grown at all, I’m starting to wonder if he’ll always be like this.”
The thought hadn’t occurred to me, and I smiled when I thought of having the cute thing around forever as such.
“I have no idea how he’s the god of fear while being such a cute little darling, though.” His dimples popped but then faded as He looked down at me, hand pressing to my cheek, “Have you forgiven me yet, darling? I’m dying for you.”
I looked up into desperate eyes as mine misted over. I kissed his palm and flashed us to the Playroom. His eyes glinted with hope but I walked away from him, pacing.

“Shadows...you’re in love with him. What does that even mean?” I choked out in a whisper, “I thought I would be the only one for you, for your black heart. You told me it was mine and you lied,” I started to cry and when Satan tried to pull me into His arms, my eyes lit up and I pushed Him away.

The four post bed reached out for His body and whirled the Devil around so His strong shoulders faced me and His arms were held out by the wooden fingers that had molded out of the two posts and wrapped around His wrists. A thick whip appeared in my hand and as I screamed, I whipped to my heart’s content until I had no more anger left in me. His back and arms flexed and tensed under my assault, the cuts healing just slowly enough to let His blood trickle down His body.

I collapsed in a lump on the floor and let go of the bed’s hold on Him. Shadows knelt on the floor and gathered me into His arms, holding me as I cried. When my sobs had subsided, He softly stroked my hair and whispered, His deep voice low.

“Diem, those were faded feelings from a love I felt eons ago for a being that no longer really exists, darling. Ghosts from a time long past. You do have my heart, baby, all of it. Michael and I might have a different relationship now, and we may have a son together, but I don’t love him and I do love you.”

I finally looked up into His hurting, misty hazel orbs and knew He was actually telling the truth. I flashed us to our chambers with a shy smile and let the Devil lay me back on the comforter.
“Oh, thank fuck…” I heard Him whisper as He wished away our clothes. The Dark One couldn’t wait and took me immediately, spreading me as I was barely ready. I arched back and inhaled as He threaded His fingers through mine and moved them over my head. Shadows’ lips found mine and His hot, forked tongue delved into my mouth as He rolled His hips. I whimpered into His insistent kiss and before I knew it, I was shuddering in orgasm.

“Shads!!” I broke away from the kiss as the corner of His mouth curled up.
“Diem...fuck have I missed you, darling. Hell, that pussy is so amazing…” His stroke lengthened as He kissed down my neck and grunted into my ear. The sound chilled across my skin and His thickness set my nerves afire. When I tried to move my hands, His only clenched tighter, demanding I stay in place as Satan ravished me. He made sure I was close before Shadows let go, roaring as He spilled into me--the clenching of coming, the light of the realization of being with child, and the dark of the nightmare hitting me all at once. I bit my lip and held onto His shoulders when He let go of my hands as I drank in the darkness of Him. I eventually closed it and lay in Satan’s arms as His hazel eyes looked over me.
“Apparently I can only impregnate one being at a time,” He chuckled and I smiled, “I love you, D.”
“I love you, too, Shads.”

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That evening I watched Shadows hold Deiros on His hip as He looked out over His Kingdom from our chambers. The Wicked pointed to different parts of Hell and told the little one stories as his wide hazel eyes stared up at his Father. Moving the demon to His front, Satan looked into His son’s eyes and told him his name and that he was to be the god of fear. The little one probably didn’t understand, and only giggled and reached up to touch Shadows’ face. Satan’s deep laugh filled the room and He finally came to bed.

The next morning, though, I didn’t wake up next to a cute little baby demon. Mouth falling open, I stared at the beautiful, fully grown male asleep next to me. He was almost an exact copy of his Father, huge chiseled body that cut in perfect lines right down to an equally huge cock that made me jump when I saw it. Deiros’ webbed and feathered wings stretched out over the bed under both me and Shadows, who was also splayed out naked on His back on his other side. There were small differences--his skin was naked, not having been tattooed yet, he didn’t have the long, gorgeous hair--he didn’t have any hair, anywhere. His young face had most of Shadows’ lines but the slightly more cut jawline of Michael’s.

The two males awoke slowly and Deiros looked at me as Shadows stared at him. His curious hazel eyes filled with lust and I whimpered at how much they resembled my Love’s. Then came the dimples. Oh, fuck, the dimples.

“Oh, Satan, no--”

I wanted to stop him, but without a word he was toppled over onto me and I felt him harden against my thigh. His wings as well as his arms encircled me and soon his forked tongue was in my mouth as he hummed needily. Deiros broke the kiss and put a hand in between us, guiding himself into me.

Any resistance I may have had fell away and I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him back into the kiss as I moaned. His hips rolled and I was impressed. I clutched one hand into his bulky shoulder as the other one smoothed over his mohawk of scales. They were somewhat soft and moved and reacted like they had feelings themselves.

Breaking away again, I could see the curiosity and wonder in his beautiful eyes and just when he was about to vocalize such, his eyes rolled back and his eyelids fluttered shut. Lips falling open, Deiros gasped and his hips stuttered into his first ever orgasm as his scales stood on end.

A bright light flashed and I was wrapped up in whirring of white emptiness before suddenly I was watching his creation. Images and clips of Matthew and Michael in bed together flashed before me, the two hot bodies wrapped up in one another and tumbling around in ecstacy. I’d been close but not quite there with Deiros, and the hotness of the scene made me finish as I fell back onto the sheets, closing what I could only assume was Deiros’ dream.

Opening my eyes, he still lay over me, looking over me with more curiosity as his wings now flapped behind him. Both our bodies glowed in sweet release. Looking to my left, Shadows lay there like He always did when He was watching--pure lust in His eyes as he relaxed on His side up on a hand.

Looking back up into a young face, Deiros finally spoke, “Why did I need to do that with you? It was like I woke up and you were begging to be fucked. As amazing as that was, something tells me I shouldn’t be doing that with my own mother.”
His voice was just as one might imagine, a gorgeous blend of his two father’s, deep and young and smooth.
I chuckled lightly, dragging a finger over his cheek, “I’m not your mother, Deiros. You don’t have a mother. And I didn’t realize I was emanating so much need, but it’s just kind of part of who I am. You’ll get used to it.” I smiled as he rolled out of me and onto the bed on the other side of me from Shadows.

Before I could explain further, my King rolled me onto my side and forcefully entered me from behind, growling deep into my ear as He immediately started His punishing pace. As I moaned high and helplessly, coming almost as soon as He started, Shadows began His own explanation--

“She may not be your mother, but she is your Queen and she is my wife. You may have her as often as you like if she wants it, but you must always use protection or face my consequences. I am the King and the only one who gets to come inside my Queen.” As He spoke of His finish, it hit and He came with a groan. I came again as His nightmare hit and I rode out my aftershocks surrounded by His darkness before dissipating it.

Shadows held me close as He slipped out of me and my skin brightened a different color along with His.
“Does he have a nightmare like mine, darling?” He nuzzled my neck, smiling.
I looked up at Deiros with half lidded eyes, “It’s more like a dream, since he has so few memories.”

Shadows stood up, dressing all of us, and Deiros followed--looking over himself and his clothes curiously. I stared up at the two, unable to comprehend how I was supposed to handle the situation as they looked over one another, clearly recognizing how alike they looked.

Dimples popped everywhere and Shadows wrapped His son in a hug, “Welcome to the family, son.”

Notes

Obviously, Shadows will be saying this phrase a lot. ; )

I might draw up my own version of Deiros, but for now just picture the obvious/what I described ;) a young Shadows with no tattoos but still that awesome body (the one he had when he was around 25-28).

Thanks for reading and as always, rate and comment!!! :)