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

In which a goblin king has a randy encounter with a chiseled working man

Finally. I swear, Blarg's baby dragons are driving me up the wall. Thank goodness Stinksnort and I were able to sneak away from the apartment. We're currently hiding- I mean, hanging out at the ice cream shop. Stinksnort is dictating everything I say between huge bites of Rocky Road.

Now, back to my tryst with that saucy high-rise hunk.

I'd just gorged myself on enough sugar that I was riding a fructose syrup high. With a swivel in my step, I began gallantly pacing along the length of the eighteenth floor windows, pointing out everything that caught my eye. Stinksnort ran along behind me, taking dictation of my every observation,

The pigeons across the way are planning their next bombing campaign...

Those bikers are riding like a bunch of drunken pixies...

And then on the other side of the glass, I saw him, a gorgeous male human. He had sandy locks hanging carelessly from under his helmet, a chiseled jaw, and broad shoulders framed by the most enticing reflective straps. Even under his gear, I could see his powerful biceps flex with every stroke of his large, slick squeegee.

I stopped, staring at him breathlessly, until our eyes met. He paused, giving me a once-over. I responded with my signature gaze, an expression those in my closest circles often refer to as the look that dropped a thousand pantaloons.

The hunky tower scrubber's expression became a mixture of surprise and sudden onset randyness. He grinned slyly, posturing his svelte, form with an air of plebian virility.

With a deliberate air, he unzipped the top of his jumpsuit, unveiling his toned, chiseled chest. Our eyes locked as he pulled his wand along the glass with slow, practiced strokes. The lusty fellow paused, drew close to the translucent barrier, and fogged up the glass with his hot, manly breath. He ran his fingers through the condensation, writing out the words-

Cum and get me.

I stood fast, my trousers becoming noticeably snug as I...

Merciful heavens, I've neglected to describe my own anatomy, haven't I?

A brief interlude as I introduce you to my crowned prince, a resplendent figure in his own right, whose sheer magnificence has inspired the works of poets, sculptors, and many a drunken bard.

When standing at attention, my royal scepter is eight inches from stem to stern, with a series of small beaded ridges running along the underside. The latter part is a common structural feature of goblin cocks. I assumed your males had the same build, until I swallowed my first human wand at a local housewarming party.

Back to our tale:

Naturally, I took the words of the dangling Adonis to heart, for they were not only an invitation, but a challenge. Were I back in the Nether realms, I could have ingested a floating potion and exited out the nearest window, grabbing hold of some nearby scaffolding and guiding my hovering form towards the squeegee-wielding himbo (I once used this tactic to gain entry into the stronghold of a flirtatious hobgoblin. We were literally bouncing off the walls all night).

Unfortunately, I had no such potions on hand, forcing me to consider another option.

In retrospect, what I did next may have been a little reckless.

Excuse me, thinking about it has made me a little flushed. Let's finish the next part of our angelic erotic drama before I faint into a state of bawdy delirium.

***

"What do you mean, you sent him to Hell?!" Tzyeriel glared at Satan, his normally cheerful demeanor burning like fire.

Satan stared at the ground, nervously digging into the soil with his cloven hooves. When he didn't answer, the Seraph snapped,

"I can't believe you! Haven't I proven my love to you? How many times have I stood by your side, especially since we were banished to the mortal realm? And yet you're so insecure, you damned an innocent soul for the crime of sharing one dalliance with me!" Satan frowned and replied,

"He wanted you. I could see it in his eyes." Tzyeriel's red eyes flared as he said,

"The only thing Rideriel wanted was comfort. He was cast aside and treated like an outsider by-"

He paused. Tzyeriel normally brushed off his exile from Heaven, but the pain of how he'd had no choice but to hide his forbidden desires bubbled to the surface. The golden angel sighed and said,

"It's my fault this happened in the first place. If Rideriel and I hadn't crossed paths, he'd be in Heaven right now, scribbling away with his quill."

Tzyeriel crossed his powerful arms over his chest, bowing his head in silence. After a few moments, he gazed intently at Satan, and said,

"I'm going down to Hell to save him." Satan's eyes widened in horror. The serpent angel hissed,

"You can't go back to Hell! Without the protection of Heaven, Abaddon and the other demons will tear you to shreds!"

Tzyeriel didn't even blink, so intent was the fire of righteousness within him. In a voice filled with resolve, he said,

"Then I have no choice but to convince Heaven to help." Satan, stunned, replied,

"They threw you out of Paradise; why would they assist you?! If you approach the angels, they'll overwhelm you, and at best, block your entry. You'll never gain access to the Archangels, and even if you did-" Tzyeriel interrupted,

"Yes, I know. They'd say I was dangerously insane, what with the whole free will thing, but I still have to try. What's the worst they can do? Toss me back to Earth?"

Satan saw the resolve in his beloved's eyes. He sighed, knowing there was no convincing Tzyeriel otherwise, and said,

"Don't think you're going up there alone." The Seraph exhaled, his stern visage softening. The angels embraced one another, shared a sweet, tender kiss, and, hand-in-hand, flew up to Heaven.

***

Rideriel hung suspended in a gilded cage. He wept softly as he folded his wings around himself. His enclosure creaked ominously as it swung back and forth with every gust of wind.

His encounter with the prince had been so different from what he'd experienced with Tzyeriel. The golden angel's embrace felt like the bright warmth of the summer sun, while Abaddon's passions were powerful, but ruthless.

The captive shuddered as he traced the markings left upon his body. After their heated coupling, Abaddon had stood over him, giving him a sad smile. For a moment, waves of despair had passed behind the locust angel's eyes as he spoke,

"Know this. I was far gentler with you than I've ever been with the angel who first defiled me."

Abaddon paused, deep in thought, then turned to wave at a nearby guard drag.

He had Rideriel to the courtyard. A large silver cage awaited him. The prince picked him up, almost cradling his prone form, and placed him inside, locking the door himself. As he placed the key into the folds of his robe, the dark angel said,

"This is for your own good. You're far too delicate to be running around on your own."

Rideriel sat in silence, his mind a raging storm. He thought of the events that had led up to this moment. For so many years, he'd been a loyal servant of Heaven, believing happiness came from absolute obedience.

Then he'd chosen to give himself to the Seraph. It had seemed like an act of rebellion at the time, but in truth, he had only submitted himself to another will, allowing himself to be led astray by choosing to give someone else control.

He mulled over the events of the previous hours, recognizing Abaddon had used him. As far as his captor was concerned, he was nothing but an object of decoration lacking any agency or personhood.

Something inside him burst forth, a new resolution so powerful it took him by surprise. For the first time in his life, he felt an inkling of strength he'd never known. He whispered,

"I'll never yield so readily to him, or anyone else, ever again."

He wanted to assert himself but could think of no way to express himself...

Then he knew what needed to be done.

Rideriel began to sing.

It was a sorrowful tune, one that had been building within his soul since his days in Heaven. It spoke of his isolation and the pain he'd held within his breast with every passing moment. The notes carried on the wind, catching the attention of the nearby demons as they toiled away below.

The workmen paused, enchanted by the angel's achingly beautiful music. They knew they'd be punished severely if Abaddon caught them slacking off, but didn't care.

Demons flying overhead caught the notes of Rideriel's song. They landed upon the stone walls, sitting in rapt attention.

The music reached a climax of raw, unfiltered emotion that traveled far and wide. Many of the demons wailed in despair, remembering the trauma of the war, and what they'd endured ever since.

Deep within the palace, Abaddon heard Rideriel's song. In a sudden fit of rage, he thought,

How dare he share his voice with others, he, who is my one piece of beauty!

The prince thought of the common, lowly creatures who now delighted in Rideriel's voice, how they were enjoying the shining glory of his newest treasure.

Abaddon's locusts swarmed furiously about the throne room, reflecting the fire that threatened to overtake his frozen heart. He leapt from his throne, threw open the doors, and, eyes aflame, stormed down the grand palace hallway.

***

Now, returning to the most important matter of my high-rise escapades...

I turned to Stinksnort, telling him to remain behind while I headed for the roof. He protested at first, but then I explained his part in my exquisite plot:

"You must follow this meaty behemoth from floor to floor in my absence."

With that, I took off, cramming my way into the first awaiting elevator.

After much anticipation, I finally reached the top floor. Within minutes, I'd found the door that led to the roof. My loins rejoiced as I reached for the handle, only to wail in despair upon finding it locked. I considered my options:

Perhaps I could seduce one of the building's maintenance men and steal his keys after-

No, that won't do, the last thing I need is to be caught in a torrid handyman love triangle...

At that moment, I happened to look up, and couldn't help but notice a large metal grate. Perhaps due to the immense amount of sugar coursing through my veins, I got it into my head to try an alternate route. With fevered effort, I pulled off my crown, removed the grate, and hauled myself up into the air ducts.

Determined, I crawled through the cramped metal tunnel, tugging my crown behind me as I followed the draft, until finally, mercifully, thin rays of sunshine guided me toward the exit hatch. I pushed my way out into the open, toppling onto the concrete. After catching my breath, I got up, dusted myself off, and placed my heirloom of goblin authority back upon my head.

Now came the most dangerous part: finding my way down to the hunky washman. I paced the perimeter of the roof until I found the steel cables of the window-washing scaffold. With a cry of triumph, I grabbed hold of the ropes and started descending toward my awaiting victory.

You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me hop down next to him.

After a brief pause, he regained his composure, pulled his jaw up from the floor, and said something about safety regulations and other such bibble babble. I grinned, pressing up against him as I grabbed the small of his back. He dropped his squeegee, gasping softly as he uttered,

"People will see us. I'll get fired." I chuckled and replied,

"Leave everything to me."

I turned to look on the other side of the glass, and, true to form, Stinksnort was watching everything. I pulled out my phone, hitting speed dial. Once my faithful goblin manservant picked up, I said,

"You must create a distraction. Do whatever it takes to ensure the building humans don't happen by this space until we're finished."

Stinksnort nodded and ran off down the hallway. I turned my attention back to the breathtaking Adonis, proceeding to work my magic.

I headed for the orange strips hugging his hips, tugging his safety harness forward, and pulled down the metal zipper of his thick work trousers in one fell swoop.

Even at half-mast, his manhood was thick and meaty, with a deliciously rounded cockhead that made my mouth water. I fell to my knees, hungrily gobbling him up with such gusto he almost lost his balance. Fortunately, my overwhelming desire guided my reflexes, allowing me to catch him at the last moment.

There was no way this working man's cock was getting away from me.

He tried to push himself deeper into my mouth, but I grabbed his hand, giving him a playful look as I swallowed him all the way to the hilt. The human breathlessly moaned,

"Nobody's ever... Ah!... Nobody's ever been able to take it all."

I grinned, my lips curling around his throbbing shaft as I suckled him like a thirsty calf.

The faint sound of an alarm went off beside us. The window washer glanced inside, saying,

"They're- Oh!

I released him and sprang to my feet. With one swift motion, I unbuckled myself, and-

Oh, hold on. I'll get back to the details of my spicy escapade in a second. My phone is ringing.

Yes, Blarg?

Seriously?!

Again with this? Just douse the lizards with the fire extinguisher!

You already did and you've run out?

Alright, alright, I'll run to the store. In the meantime, spray down a blanket in the shower and toss it on anything they set ablaze.

Sorry everyone, I have to go home. Dragon duty. I'll tell you the rest in the next chapter.