Prince Abaddon: An Erotic MM Drama (part six) 18+
Abaddon visits the royal harem where a bevy of handsome demons await.
Oh no oh no oh no...!
Forgive me, I'm currently running around the apartment attempting to avoid being roasted. Stinksnort, ever faithful, is trailing behind as I dictate these words. I shall explain what's going on.
A few hours ago, the first couple of newborn bearded dragons managed to fully emerge from their egg sacs. As they took a little nap, Nicole scratched her head, noting that, as far as their species went, the hatchlings were odd in appearance, with an unusually pronounced angularity to their features.
And then it happened. A few minutes ago, one of the babies stretched itself out, releasing what appeared to be tiny wings from its back, and proceeded to fly out of the glass nursery enclosure. Blarg and Nicole, who'd been watching the aquarium, jumped back in surprise.
Nicole excitedly made a comment about Draco lizards and gliding membranes, while Blarg took immediate action, running off to grab his butterfly net (he uses it to catch the odd feeder insects). Frantic, he tried to corner the tiny dragon, but it darted away too quickly. As it flew, it let out a pea-sized fireball, setting the curtains on fire in the process.
As I speak, Nicole is busy putting out the blaze with the fire extinguisher. Meanwhile, Stinksnort and I have locked ourselves in the bathroom.
Seeing as I'm indisposed at the moment, I'm going to dictate the next chapter of my story.
If we make it to the end without being burned to a crisp, I’ll let you know how everything turns out.
***
Abaddon and Rideriel returned to the castle. As they landed, a large, beastly demon ran up to them, shouting,
"Sire, the Marquis insists upon an immediate audience! I told him you were indisposed at the moment, but-" A sound rang out,
CAW!
Andras, a raven-headed demon with angel-like wings and an armored man's body, stormed in, bellowing,
"Abaddon, what treachery is this?! In exchange for my allegiance, you promised me control of the lands beyond the sea, but you've neglected to send the reinforcements I requested. As a result, the wretched cur Duke Astaroth has threatened to steal what is mine by right!"
The prince stepped forward, his posture firm and commanding. Abaddon folded his mighty wings and said,
"I shall pay Astaroth a visit. It seems he's forgotten his place. If my words will not dissuade him, I'll resort to the lash. In the meantime, I will speak with my advisors about this matter." Andras, his voice filled with righteous anger, shouted,
"See that you do!"
The Marquis stormed off in a fury. Abaddon crossed his arms, muttering,
"Why must they always test me?"
Rideriel wandered over, wishing to stay by the prince's side, but Abaddon waved him off, saying,
"I have important matters to attend to."
He glanced over at a large toad-like demon who was busy tending to the lilies and said,
"Galig, chaperone this angel while I’m gone." The toad dropped his watering can nervously, gulping,
"I- yes, sire."
It hopped over to Rideriel's side. Abaddon stared at it coldly and said,
"Give him a tour of the palace in my absence." The toad blinked its large eyes, asking,
"W-which parts, sire?"
The prince stroked his chin, considered the question, and replied,
"Take him to the hallway on the east wing. He'll appreciate its splendor."
The toad nodded, motioning for Rideriel to follow. He complied, trailing after the swampy demon as it hopped towards the arched entryway.
As soon as they disappeared through the door, Abaddon snapped his fingers in midair. A locust flew up to him, awaiting his command. He looked down upon it, saying,
"Follow them, but remain unseen. Watch that angel's every move. Report back to me when I return." The insect moved its antenna in affirmation, and flew off, intent upon completing its mission.
***
The palace's polished obsidian walkway was lavishly decorated. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bathing the entire area in a soft glow.
Several marble statues of angels stood with their wings outstretched. Rideriel considered them thoughtfully, wondering who they represented, as he'd never seen any of these angels during his time in Heaven...
A chill engulfed him as he came upon a familiar figure; it was an immaculate version of the vicious angel who'd attacked him in the woods. Rideriel caught his breath, whispering,
"This is... a gallery of Lucifer’s angels." He stared at the visage of his attacker, struck by how radiant and hopeful he'd been once upon a time. He gripped at his heart nervously and thought,
Will I end up like him?
A stream of tears fell down his cheeks. Rideriel bolted back the way he'd come. Galig hopped after him, desperately trying to keep up. The toad demon shouted,
"Slow down, oh, please slow down! Lord Abaddon will be cross with me if I lose-"
Rideriel ignored his plea, turning to run down a dim nearby corridor. Along the way, he encountered the shadowy silhouette of something covered in claws and horns. The scribe pressed his hands against the wall, hoping to feel the outline of a doorway. He came upon a metal handle and gave it a turn, pushing open a heavy wooden door. With a light stumble, he entered a large, dusty room.
The light of a crackling torch cast a dim orange glow across the wall. Rideriel listened intently, worried he might hear some dreadful, slithering thing moving around the room, but nothing stirred.
He crept forward cautiously. Before him sat several shelves of ancient leather-bound books and scrolls. Curious, he grabbed the nearest one. It was a large tome that looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. His nose twitched as he blew a cloud of dust off the rolled parchment. Rideriel opened it and started reading.
***
Abaddon entered the palace harem. Rideriel had awoken a burning lust within that needed to be quenched. It was all he'd been able to do to keep his composure in the angel’s presence. He chuckled to himself, casually removing his armor as he approached the alluring, candle-lit figures who awaited him.
Several demons had volunteered to serve in the royal harem, with Abaddon selecting the three most to his liking. Each wore the same revealing leather outfit, and lived lives of pampered, spoiled luxury most citizens of Hell couldn't even fathom. The only price was their willingness to pleasure the king whenever he called upon their services.
In the first satin-draped bed, a lithe male siryn named Valos lay sprawled out, languid and inviting. He sported a long, muscular fish tail, pale skin, and alluring green eyes. Abaddon momentarily gazed at the merman's plump, inviting lips, remembering the last time they'd been wrapped around his manhood. Valos whispered,
"I could bring you such bliss." Abaddon grinned and replied,
"Perhaps, but I've yet to decide which of you will be allowed to enjoy my imperial essence."
Valos responded with a playful pout. Abaddon moved on to the next bed, where a muscular, bull-headed demon nicknamed "Toro" awaited him. Usually Abaddon preferred his playthings to be delicate and slender, but occasionally he enjoyed joining himself with Toro's rippling, powerful form.
The bull snorted at him, displaying himself with an evocative, faux arrogance while running his large, sturdy hands up and down his half-engorged phallus. Abaddon raised an eyebrow at him and remarked,
"My, quite eager, aren't we?" Toro grinned, blowing his master a flirtatious kiss.
Abaddon playfully returned the kiss, and wandered over to the third concubine, a cat-like demon with two tails named Nekoya. The feline figure stretched out languidly, purring seductively all the while. He began running his tongue up and down his long, supple limbs, going out of his way to tease his master.
Abaddon's cock throbbed as a thin bead of precum emerged from the tip. Were he not so practiced in the art of self-control, he would have jumped into bed immediately with Nekoya, but this ritual of careful selection was necessary to demonstrate his dominance over his favorite lust pets.
The angel stepped back, letting each of them witness him in his full, naked glory. Toro called out,
"Master, please grant me the privilege of being penetrated by your glorious cockhead!" Nekoya mewled,
"No, my lord, pick me, I've cleaned and stretched my hole just for you, only for you."
Valos sang a low, guttural song that, through some magic, seemed almost to grab hold of Abaddon's throbbing member.
The prince smiled wide and said,
"It seems my treasury has a surplus at the moment. As a generous monarch, I've decided I shall have all of you this evening." The courtesans let out cries of joy. Abaddon waved Toro and Nekoya over to Valos's bed. The demons lay together, each gesturing towards their lord invitingly.
Abaddon smiled and joined them.
***
Rideriel read through the parchment at lightning speed. It was a detailed record of negotiations between Mammon and Bael, who'd had a disagreement over a territory in Hell's Western desert. The scroll spoke of a settled contract regarding boundaries, troop allocations, and other such details.
He paused, tracing his fingers along the elegant marks of calligraphy and thought,
A demon must have written this, yet there's such an understated refinement to each stroke of the quill, every inky flourish...
He finished reading, carefully rolled the scroll back up, and reached for another.
Rideriel spent the next several hours learning as much about Hell as he could. Galig, realizing the scribe was too enraptured by the scrolls to leave, settled in for a nap.
Eventually, the scribe discovered a reference to something called the exodus of life. He'd never heard of such an event in Heaven, and wondered what the document could be referring to.
He soon found his answer.
The brittle papyrus discussed the hidden history of Hell's demonic population. In the time before the angelic civil war, demons freely roamed the Earth. As humans were better at seeing spirits in those days, early man and demon kind were generally wary of one another. However, so long as the spirits kept their distance, there was a relative peace between the two species.
Then Lucifer’s angels had come. With no spark of God to feed them, the vicious fiends set upon the demons, tearing them to pieces to devour them.
It had been an absolute onslaught. The demons had no choice but to try to escape the world of Man.
One night, Satan reached out to them, flying down unexpectedly into the middle of one of their encampments. He'd welcomed them into a place where the fallen were barred entrance. As Satan was an angel, many of the demons were suspicious of him at first, but after speaking amongst each other, the demon chiefs realized Hell was their only possible sanctuary.
Rideriel glanced over at the snoring toad and thought,
I'm not much different from them, am I? Where else can I be safe but in Hell?
He sighed, wondering,
These records say much about the history of this realm, but I can’t seem to find anything about prince Abaddon.
It truly was a puzzling thing. The scrolls didn’t appear to have been tampered with, yet there wasn’t a single word about the locust angel…
The door creaked open. A tall, loose-limbed demon in a majestic coat ducked its head through the door, peering inside. Rideriel, deep in thought, didn’t notice the figure approach. The demon strolled over to him and said,
"Sir, it's time for you to-" Startled, the scribe dropped the scroll he'd been reading. He looked up at the well-dressed figure, quickly getting to his feet. The demon nodded and continued,
"It’s been decreed by his lordship that you are to return to your quarters. Please follow me." Rideriel nodded. He was about to leave, when he glanced over at his toad chaperone and asked,
"Should we wake him?" The tall demon shook his head and replied,
"No, it's best to leave Galig be, he's grumpy when he doesn't get his sleep."
The large demon bent over and stared at the toad. In a low voice, he noted,
"It's lucky for him you remained in this library throughout the entirety of his little nap-"
The demon glanced at Rideriel, saying,
"Had you wandered off without him, he would have been found derelict in his duties and severely punished." Rideriel glanced over at Galig, oddly relieved on the toad's behalf. He turned back to the demon, following him as he left the old library.
***
Blog managed to catch the baby dragon. It's currently contained under a metal cooking pot. Nicole threw a damp towel over the aquarium to keep the other hatchlings from escaping, but we find ourselves in a bit of a fix. If the hatching dragonlings manage to escape, the scaly infants may destroy not only the apartment, but potentially the whole city.
Before anyone blames me for our current disaster, before my purchase, the pet shop employee assured me bearded dragons can't fly or breathe fire.
Upon further reflection, I must assume an abnormally small dragon snuck in through my teleportation stone to woo Lady Agatha.
This, however, makes no sense. Nether realm dragons are enormous. For this scenario to have occurred, somebody adept in using magic would have had to shrink one of the fire-breathing beasts, snuck past my goblin guards, and intentionally sent the enchanted creature through the portal in my castle chambers.
In other words, there is only one viable explanation:
A wizard did it.
The apartment is hectic for the moment. Blarg and Nicole are trying to figure out how to save both the scaly infants and the city. Assuming they succeed and we pull through, I'll detail what happens in the next chapter.