Prince Abaddon: An Erotic MM Drama (part eleven) 18+

Alright then. Now that I've delivered the fire extinguishers, I'm able to conclude the story of my dalliance with the well-hung glass polisher.

But first, a quick update on our dealings with the infant dragons.

Blarg has accepted that we'll have no recourse but to take home to the Nether realms.

It seems I might soon be leaving the human world, but it's just as well. My subjects in the goblin kingdom have no doubt missed my presence. It would be ideal to return, at least for a time.

Perhaps my faerie boy will follow me?

Oh, I shouldn't think of him. Every time his pretty fae face comes to mind, I feel this strange sensation, a tightness in my chest I can't explain.

I wonder what he's up to right now. Is he missing me? Does he fill the gap within his heart with heated, fleshly couplings the way I-

No, I live a lascivious lifestyle because it's fun. That's all.

Right.

Enough of that, back to my story.

So there I was, face to face with a blue-collar Lothario, the taste of his heady male musk still tarrying on my tongue. As I unbuckled my breeches, I tied them around my leg so there'd be no risk of them slipping off the scaffold and falling several hundred feet to the ground.

In one fluid motion, I sprang upon the musclebound stud, wrapping my exceedingly long legs around his hips. Startled, he shouted,

"What are you trying to do, you lunatic?! The harness doesn't work unlatched! You pulled it aside to let my dick out, now you're gonna to get us-"

I reached around, grabbing his shaft. He ceased his frantic protests the moment I began delivering the most tantalizing series of strokes. With a thoroughly indecent groan of pleasure, he grabbed at my naked bum with his large, rough hands.

I dove my free hand into my breast pocket, removing the single-use lubricant packet I always carry. With great gusto, I tore the top off with my teeth, driving the slippery strawberry-scented gel into myself.

After tossing the empty packet aside, I grabbed hold of the workman's thick neck to steady myself, using my other hand to guide his pulsing member up my noble ring. At first, I was only able to take his bulbous head, but with a gasp and much squirming, I was quickly impaled like a juicy kebab upon a spit.

His burning rod stretched my velvet passage in the most exhilarating fashion. Swiftly, I began riding his pole like an amorous badger in heat. He gripped me so tightly my rear would surely be bruised, but the waves of ecstasy filling me were greater than any discomfort. As he jammed himself into me with ever increasing force, I felt the glorious moment of release approaching-

And then my phone went off.

I tried to ignore it, but due to my tendency to lose it in the laundry room, I'd set the volume at full blast. Thwarted just as I was so close to my grand crescendo, I stopped mid-hump. Upon answering, I heard the frantic voice of Stinksnort blurt out,

"Sire, the diversion! I did good, too good!"

Irritated beyond measure, I responded,

"What on earth are you going on about?!"

He explained,

"I made everyone distracted so you can do kissy-kissy with the window man. There was a room in back with magical popcorn bags. I remembered that time you tried to cook two at once in the whirring ding-ding box, how we had the stinky smoke, so I shoved a bunch of bags in the snack room machine and hit all the buttons. Now there's popcorn clouds and the ceiling is raining. Everyone is-"

I glanced over at the nearby window. Sure enough, the office workers, doused by the active sprinklers, were running past in a panic. My pleasure partner followed my gaze, exclaiming,

"Oh no! I've gotta get the hell out of here!"

I grabbed his handsome chin, redirecting his focus, and with a quick, cock-engulfing thrust of my hips, gasped,

"Fear not, it's popcorn smoke. I'm very close. Let's finish first."

The workman, breathing heavily, matched my movements, replying,

I... I'll get the ramp headed upwards. We can finish- ahh!

He reached over, holding down a button on the control panel. The scaffold shuddered beneath us as it began moving upwards. With only one free hand left, he pulled me ever harder upon his throbbing member.

Wait, I almost forgot, I'm supposed to be sharing the next part of Prince Abaddon.

Don't worry; after this section is through, I'll be sure to finish...

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Satan and Tzyeriel approached the gates of Heaven. The front guard Hadraniel was humming his favorite hymn when he was startled by the appearance of the devil and the Seraph. He lifted his flaming sword, angrily pointed at Tzyeriel, and growled,

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"Fiend! How dare you return to this holy place!"

He glared at Satan, adding,

"And you! You were banished forever! We have no tolerance for traitors!"

Satan was about to tell Hadraniel off, but then Tzyeriel squeezed his hand reassuringly. The horned angel relaxed slightly, holding his tongue. Tzyeriel turned his attention to Hadraniel and said,

"The scribe Rideriel is trapped in Hell because of me. I need to rescue him, but without the help of the Archangels, I'll never be able to get him out. I know we have our differences-" Hadraniel interrupted,

"That's putting it lightly!"

Tzyeriel sighed and continued,

"We're only here to save an innocent soul."

There was a moment of silence. Hadraniel furrowed his brow, deep in thought. He turned his attention to Satan and asked,

"How did the scribe end up in the abyss?" Satan looked at the ground in shame and said,

"We encountered Rideriel while walking the Earth. I found out he'd been with my partner... in a fit of jealousy, I kicked him through a portal."

Hadraniel glared at him and shouted,

"You condemned an angel of God over an infatuation?!"

Satan, eyes blazing, directed the full force of his attention on Hadraniel. He was about to step toward him when Tzyeriel held him back, saying,

"Leave it, beloved. He'll never be able to understand."

Satan glanced at his radiant angel, calming down in the face of such beauty.

Hadraniel considered his next move and concluded,

"I must alert Michael. Rideriel doesn't deserve to be trapped below with the vermin of Hell."

The armored angel signaled to a nearby soldier, who swiftly flew off to find his commander.

The large Archangel soon arrived with a small contingent of angelic enforcers. The hulking figures flanked the outsiders from all sides, eyeing them with suspicion. Michael glared at them, bellowing,

"Hadraniel has informed me of the mess you've created. Rideriel may have been unusual, but he is still an angel of Heaven. We've been trying to avoid entering Hell during its reconstruction, but you've forced our intervention!"

Tzyeriel, eyes blazing, replied,

"You didn't treat him like an angel of Heaven when you cast him out!"

The commander gave them a puzzled look and said

"He wasn’t cast out; he fell of his own accord. Rideriel could return any time if he wished." Tzyeriel, surprised, murmured,

"I just assumed he was like us." The golden angel's features took on a new, hopeful look. He gazed up at Michael and said,

"We can help you save him. I know it's just the two of us, but I'm pretty powerful, and Satan knows Hell better than anyone!" Michael frowned and replied,

"Having Satan present could make things difficult. We haven't yet given Abaddon the backing of the angelic host. We were waiting for things to settle down before making things official, but bringing Satan along could-"

Satan interrupted,

"I know Abaddon well. It would be better to put a demon in charge than that sadistic psychopath." Michael grimaced and replied,

"Demons are far too impulsive to be trusted with such a place. The other Archangels and I would only feel comfortable with an angel in charge."

Satan shook his head, saying,

"If you'll only back an angel, then give the position to a member of the Heavenly host..."

He frowned and continued,

"Oh wait, let me guess; nobody's willing to do the job in my absence. For all these years, you took it for granted that I was handling Hell, and now..."

Satan stared daggers at Michael. The Archangel was about to respond when Tzyeriel interjected,

"We're losing time. Every moment Rideriel's trapped in that place, the likelihood of something terrible happening increases!" Michael and Satan looked away from each other. The commander crossed his arms and said,

"We may as well. It seems we can't go on avoiding Hell forever now, can we?"

He pointed at one of his soldiers, saying,

"You, gather the others. We're on a mission to rescue Rideriel!"

The broad-shouldered figure nodded and took to the skies, with Satan and Tzyeriel following close behind. As Hadraniel watched them disappear into the portal to the underworld, he whispered,

"Father, please watch over them."

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Just as I was starting to feel the familiar radiant warmth of release, I sensed an odd tugging. I looked down, only to realize one of my partner's dangling harness straps had looped itself through the trousers I'd tied around my leg.

Seeing my expression, he turned to see what was up, quickly grasping that we were now joined by more than our gyrating bits.

The blond beauty swore in a way I'm far too classy to repeat, and tried to grasp the buckle, but to no avail. The strap only tightened, pulling us backward into the most awkward, death-defying position.

We should have disconnected, given the possibility of our imminent demise, but I was so near the peak. I thought,

There are worse things than falling to my death while cumming on this rugged stallion's rod.

Based on the sudden intensity of his thrusts, the window man had come to a similar conclusion. I felt my toes curl as a flood of pure, ravishing bliss erupted throughout my body, causing me to cry out in frenzied exaltations. With one final moan, he plunged deep inside me, releasing his hot seed.

Afterward, we paused, catching our breath. I held him, not only out of the fear of falling, but because I needed relief, a post-coital moment where all my troubles seemed so far away.

With great care, he reached for the control panel, taking us back up to the roof. Upon reaching the safety of solid ground, we dismounted. He turned to me and said,

"That was the weirdest lay of my life." I winked and replied,

"Encounters with me are nothing if not memorable." The hunk shot me a mischievous grin and said,

"Yeah, I believe it." His eyes wandered to my crown. Visibly puzzled, he asked,

"What's with the headgear?"

I explained I was the goblin king visiting from another dimension. With a bemused tone, he replied,

"That explains a lot."

My phone went off. I answered; it was Stinksnort reporting on what was taking place within the building. To make a long story short, things had gotten more out of hand than intended. I realized I needed to rush down the stairs and leave before the authorities could find me.

Before running for the service door, I gave the handsome human a final glance and said,

"There's a good chance I'll be returning home soon. My castle's very large, I could use a full-time window cleaner. Would you be interested in the position?"

He paused, rubbed his jaw, and asked,

"What're the benefits?"

I threw him once last smile, grabbed his number, and headed off. As I ran down the empty stairwell, the faint scent of burnt popcorn drifting through the air, I thought,

I came here seeking candy bars, but ended up coming across something far more delicious.