Shepherd of Fire

When I opened my eyes, I was blinded by an outrageously white light. The first thing I did was look up at Him--as he grinned darkly. His eyes were a soft hazel, guiding mine to look in front of me. I turned to see what I could only assume was his current project.
Two male angels lay on a bed of white, secretly wrapped in one another's arms. High, soft cries came from the bed.

"Shhh...Ephus...you must be quiet--"
"Marcus, why do I want this...uh, please,"
"No, Ephus, we must...we must..."

Their quiet pleading for their own innocence had my skin pricking.
"How are we here?" I didn't have to ask where we were.
"When they are like this, their guard is down as is the small area around them--when they're alone, anyway. It was difficult to start, but once I got in--it's been quite fun. I thought you might enjoy sending them something."
I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the scene in front of me. They were kissing, but nothing else--clothes on. Clearly still early on. So my first one was to just one of them, a picture of them without shirts--the other kissing down his chest.

Watching him react to it was pure joy. He wrapped his lover tighter, surprising him.
Next, I turned to the other. The angel on top was clearly the one who was already a little ahead of the other--quietly pleading him to go further. My image was him slowly unzipping, looking down into the other's questioning face as he waited for what would be his cock--but I stopped there.

"Good." The Dark One's voice sounded in my ear as I inhaled suddenly, startled.
"Should I keep going?" I played the student.
"Don't do that, Diem," He shook his head slightly at me, "I'm not one of your missions. They are. One more, both of them."

I concentrated, creating one of them naked in bed together, smirking as I sent it.

They both sat up, horrified and staring at the other. Then after a few awkward seconds, they crashed together again, more passionate this time but still all clothes stayed on.
Shadows grinned, his devilish dimples popping, "Nice." With that we were back at His place.

In His bedroom.

"Will they fall?"
"They'll just make out for now. It's all they've done for weeks. They can do it for hours at a time. Should have seen how they got to that point. So many awkward glances, touches, questions. It was...divine."

I watched Him carefully as He poured two drinks.

"You did well. I knew you would, though." He handed me the drink, "You like whiskey, yes?"
The glass and the whiskey was warm, no doubt because he had touched it. I was having a hard time figuring out His game, if He really wanted me to stay away.
"Thank you. That was fun."

"Fun like you had with Synyster last night?"

The question threw me completely. Throwing back the whiskey, it gave me the courage to sting back, "Yes. Are you jealous?" I slammed down the glass.
He crept closer, "I'm the King of Jealousy, my dear. You're not even mine and I already feel the need to lock you up."

His words melted me inside.

"Gates is kind of my right hand, and I did tell him he could fuck you. But I think I'll take that back." Now He was towering over me, red eyes flashing.
"And then who can I fuck?" I angrily answered before He wrapped a brutally strong arm around my waist and crushed his lips onto mine. They burned and commanded entrance and as I parted my lips, his forked tongue licked hotly at mine. The heat of his body surrounded me and the fire that was His touch danced enticingly across my skin. He pulled me closer and deepened the kiss, heating up my mouth.

My heart pounded. I'd waited basically my whole life for this moment. Or at least, what I assumed was the moment that would eventually follow.

Shadows suddenly picked me up in His huge arms and I threw mine around His neck. His hot touch didn't frighten me, but only goaded me on as it began to make me wet.
He threw me onto His cavernous bed and before I hit the silk sheets, we were both completely naked. The Shepherd climbed to the head of the bed and forced me into His lap, once again claiming my lips and burning my skin. I tried to control myself, but my skin was quite literally on fire.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, He growled into my ear, "I hear you give great head. Let's see if you survive." He let go and sat back.

This was it. The big leagues. And there was that huge cock. Dripping and hard before me.
I swallowed what I could and eagerly lapped at Him. His flesh was hot and His precum was even hotter, burning down my throat. When I looked up at Him, His eyes were a burning golden as He bit at His pierced lip.

I could hardly handle it. The Devil was in my mouth and I was making Him groan. I can do this.

I picked up my pace, swirling my tongue and pressing it into His slit.
"Diem--" His deep voice filled the room in that dark chorus.
Adding one hand to His shaft and the other to His hot chest, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, moaning.
"Fuck, darling..." He squirmed under my mouth and it was glorious.
Speeding up my mouth and hand, I began to move my other hand over myself--caressing over my breasts and then in between my legs. Apparently that's all it took.
"Diem, fuck, honey--" Satan Himself threw His head back into the bed and came down my throat, his cry loud and deep.
It was burning hot, and almost sent me over the edge by itself.

I slowly sat up on my knees, grinning darkly and victorious.

His hazel eyes eventually opened, looking up at me curiously.
"Did you really think this would kill me?"
"No, actually. I did think it would be harder on you."
"Guess you'll have to try something else."

This made Him laugh as He pushed me back on the bed until I was on my back and He was over me, "Guess I will."
I watched in surprise as He knelt between my thighs. Staring at me, His tongue darted out teasingly before He lowered His head and actually pushed the fork inside me.
"Master, uh fuck--" I arched my back and ran my fingers through his long hair. The forked tongue retreated and danced over my clit before taking me again. It was deliciously long and found its way deep. Singeing everything in its path, I screamed as His tongue controlled me.

Along with the heat from Him that coursed over my skin and inside my slit, I felt the cherished heat build quickly. When hazel eyes looked up at me, I cried out and spilled over, coming as His tongue massaged me.

I fell into His bed, sending Him countless pictures of Him buried inside me, of us together in the bed afterwards.
Suddenly I was dressed again, standing up in His arms as He held me up.
I could hardly think straight, "Can't I stay."
His fingers brushed my hair aside, "I think we both know that's a bad idea. Goodnight, Diem."

Notes

Uh, so close.