*****
The entire room hushed as Diem sauntered slowly down the steps. Shadows followed behind, watching proudly as all the eyes looked to her. The head that she held by the hair dripped all the way down the staircase until it was thrown at their son’s feet.

“Mother!!” Dracul hissed, standing tall as he faced her and attempted to hide the utter shock on his face, “You didn’t.”

Diem only smiled wide, turning around as she spoke to the room, “She who wants to bed the King must face the consequences. The Castle is yours, Dracul.”

When she turned to him, he knew he’d have to do something. Anything to show power. He picked up the dead head, raised it so that some of the blood flowed into his mouth, and tossed it aside. Wiping his mouth, Dracul’s eyes glowed as he raised his hands in the air, cackling deeply, “On with it, then!”

*****

Deiros’ boyish grin sparkled over his handsome face when he realized he’d finally gotten through the barrier between Heaven and Hell. He’d never done it before and had to teach himself, since he was fairly sure his Father wouldn’t approve. What Father didn’t know…..

He still couldn’t admit she was all he thought about. The little spitfire he’d already fucked. There was something about her he just couldn’t place...her place...that had to be it. He needed to put her in her place, show her that no one stood up to him like that, turned him down like that. He’d show her there was no resisting him.

After hours of trying to make it to his other father’s home, the partly scaled creature was starting to get extremely annoyed and on edge. He almost got caught about a thousand times but eventually, finally watched the house from the woods. Then he somehow had to find the patience to sit through the family meal...and her following her father around...and her talking to her brother...good devil, when would she be alone?! Ever??

When Adrestia finally emerged, Deiros grinned wickedly and followed her to a clearing that was apparently where she trained. At first, he almost revealed himself...but then he started to watch her fight. She was incredible with a sword and light on her feet. His cock stirred as he frowned down at it.
She’s no match for me though, he thought….

Flashing himself in front of her with all the concentration he had, his sword lifted in time to stop hers in midair. The clanking sound echoed and she froze. Her brown eyes flashing and chest seething, she husked out--
“What in heaven’s name are you doing here?”
“Don’t act like you’re not happy to see me, princess.” Hazel eyes glinting at her, he smirked and she fought back the urge to vomit.

Adrestia stood up away from his sword, twirling and blocking him once again when he struck for the second time. His eyes flashed for a moment with something other than cockiness, but then his smirk was back.
“You fight well.”
“It was why I was created. To fight for the--”
“Yeah, yeah, balance between whatever…” Deiros waved it off as he sheathed his sword, wanting to get onto the part where she spread her legs for him. Instead of this, she jumped, he got two feet in the chest, and somehow wound up on his back--staring up at her in shock as she triumphantly put a foot to his chest.
Leaning over him with a haughty grin, Adrestia only then sheathed her sword at her back, “You don’t belong here, demon. Whatever business you have, take it elsewhere.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. This would be harder than he thought. Then he disappeared.

*****

“She...she murdered the Queen of the Vampires, Sire. I fear this will have some form of retaliation…” One of the Elite stood sheepishly in front of us in the Throne Room.

Shadows sat beautifully atop his throne, snarling at the council member.
“First of all, I do not believe we have to worry about anything. The vampires seem to take quite a liking to our son. Second, you will speak to your Queen with some fucking respect. If you have issues with her, here she is. I don’t suggest you mess with her, though.” He sat back, smirking as I chuckled behind my hand.

Shadows wore a bright red toga this evening with gold trim that hung loosely over one shoulder, gathered only a little at his hips and only mostly down his strong thighs. I wasn’t sure if over time He’d just figured out exactly what looked best on His body, or if it was that everything looked good on Him--either way He was making it hard to even think, one of His strong shoulders completely bare.

When the Elite looked over at me like a scared child, I fake-jumped forward to startle him and he disappeared while we both laughed.
Once he was gone, we began making eyes at one another but were interrupted when Deiros tumbled head over heels across the floor in the middle of the room out of thin air.

The children all cackled and pointed from the couches and he immediately got up, charging over to them with a raised finger, more than ready to abuse his power--as always.

“Deiros!!” Shadows thundered as He quickly stood, “Where the fuck have you been? Exdeth is outside pouting like hurt puppy. You never go anywhere without him,” The Devil walked to his son, who turned and faced his Father, squaring his shoulders.

I cocked a brow when they eventually stood toe to toe, hazel burning into hazel.

“I was in Heaven.” Deiros sneered boldly, folding his arms.
“What the fuck business do you have there, especially without Ex?” Satan snarled, getting in his face.
The younger’s golden gaze narrowed, and I watched in anticipation, “None of your business, Father.”

The second the words were out of his mouth, Shadows grabbed Deiros with both hands by the shirt, immediately changing into most of His battle gear. On instinct, I was in mine in a flash.
“That’s enough outta you, Deiros. I’ve had it up to here with your antics. You need to learn your place and you most certainly will never speak to me that way again as long as you live,” The Dark One was now a growling beast, hauling his son outside as he flailed and whined.



“I’m not scared of you!!” The scaled one screeched.

Shadows’ dimples creased His face as He chuckled darkly, “You should be.”

We all scurried behind as Deiros was dragged outside. Exdeth perked up immediately, but then only cocked his head to the side, wondering what was going on.

Deiros attempted to touch his Father’s face, only getting a spark of rejection when their skin connected. Dimples deepened, “Your magic doesn’t work on me, kid.” His dark chuckle rang out across the barren land.

“How about some time out for the spoiled child?” Shadows seethed, throwing the bratty one against the stone walls of the castle. Large chains grew and swirled from far above us, curling down around Deiros’ wrists, hauling him high up into the air--trapping him as he struggled.

“Exdeth!!” Deiros yelled desperately. The dragon blew a few puffs of smoke out of his nostrils as he whined. He knew better, though, and sat on his haunches.

My Love petted Exdeth, who leaned down obediently. Wide smile on His face, Shadows swung Himself up onto the dragon to sit between the expansive wings, extending His hand to me as His dimples and teeth flashed. Using magic like He had, the huge back of the dragon being so high in the air, I was soon planted firmly in front of Him, my back pressed to His chest.

“At the end of the day, you answer to me, son,” Satan’s dark baritone echoed through the air around us, bouncing off the castle that gripped the writhing, rebellious one. With another chorused chuckle, the Devil grabbed the reins and we rode off into the night.

“Would you like to go spread some fear, my Love?” Shadows kissed my hair as the wind whipped through it. Handing me the reins, His baritone entered my ear, “Where to, darling?”

Without answering, I flashed us to Earth--a feat I was quite proud of being not only three of us, but across such barriers. We were circling above Prague. Shadows’ hands clenched at my waist as He pulled me harder back against Him so His erection dug into my back. Smiling wickedly, I directed Exdeth a little lower over the city. It was a bright moonlit night, so we were still visible despite how high in the air we were. Hundreds below began running and screaming and Exdeth made a show of it by breathing some fire into the night. The fear definitely was a high.

“Diem, you know better than anyone how to get me going,” Satan snarled, leaning me over and reaching under his pleated kilt. My underthings were pulled aside and I felt His thickness slide inside, igniting me from the inside out.

“Shadows--” I croaked. He pulled me back onto Him and held me there until I was done. The thrill of riding through the night, the thrill of the fear, the thrill of watching Shadows show off His dominance over Deiros--all of it added to my lust, His lust, and sent chills to my very bones. Holding onto some scales, I slightly lifted my ass and He thrust forward, hard. Grunting with want, Satan painstakingly pulled out and did it again--plunging back into me in one punishingly fast, hard movement. Doing this a few more times, I could hear Him grin behind me. Each thrust drove me wild, inching me closer without any hope of getting me off. Just when I was about to start crying in desperation into Ex’s back, a beautiful voice sounded in my ear after He bent over me, “You ready?”

Shadows moved His feet back until He was kneeling, knees spread wide enough so He was still partly straddling the large back we fucked upon. Putting the reins in my teeth, the King pulled both my hands behind my back. My wrists in one huge hand and the other gripping at my hair, the Devil let go. He fucked deep and hard, His thick shaft claiming every part of me over and over. I finished loudly as we flew over the scared city. The large fingers tightening around my wrist and pulling my hair made me continue to drip with want for exactly how hard He was driving into me.

“Fuck, Diem--uhhh--” Shadows let out a loud scream and I knew He was close. In my current state of submission I had no control, so I only hoped He’d pull out.
The moment I tightened around him again, Satan growled into the night--letting go of my wrists so He could stroke Himself through His release after He withdrew.

I immediately shut the nightmare as Exdeth screeched indignantly, fire erupting from his gullet. I could feel the burning hot come drip down my ass and no doubt the dragon could feel it. I collapsed onto the large back, my enormous Lover soothing a hand down my side and down in between my legs.

“That was so fucking hot, D…”
I shuddered when two fingers entered me, spreading my wetness around before retreating.

“I’d like to show you something, if we’re done here with the Czechs.”
The Dark One helped me sit back up against Him, “Sure, love.”

He snapped His fingers and we were back in Hell, still high in the sky. Silently we flew along the canyon--past the Den of Wolves, past the Vamps, past the bars I used to frequent. Fewer and fewer lights glittered from the ground and soon there was nothing. Nothing except a spiraling tower that emerged from the clouds as we approached. Hundreds of feet tall, it was crude and angry--no even lines or smooth surfaces. As we got closer I could see thousands of fingers reaching out from it in all directions, stone hands that emerged from every surface. They all looked desperate, searching for something in agony. The spire led up to one giant hand, palm up and fingers outstretched. I immediately recognized the hand--the perfectly thick, long fingers slightly bent in silent torture. I dared not ask.

Shadows landed us in the palm of the hand, the whole thing stretching out around us, and patted Exdeth on his head, letting him fly back home, “I wanted to show you this.”
I looked around in awe, letting Him finish His thought in His own time.

He stood there, bulging arms folded as His long cape and long hair flicked in the wind. The beautiful hazel eyes were now dark, far off thoughts plaguing the golden depths.



“This was it. This was the beginning. When I fell, it was in this very spot. From there, I built all of this--Hell,” Shadows finally opened his arms, hands lifted to everything around us, “From my pain and my heartbreak, my loneliness. As I’ve said before, there might not be much left of my dark heart, but it is yours. As the owner of that, I thought it would be fitting to make love to you here.”

*****

Notes

MELT.ING. SHADZ DEAR.

oh my. is it hot in here? YES IT IS. Thanks to Matty-boy Satan owning that shit.

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