The Devil's Beloved: An 18+ MM Romance (part one)
In which Satan and a handsome angel of Heaven begin a steamy affair
A Zwahk Muchoney Production © 2025
Welcome to Divine Temptations, a series dedicated to gay erotic romance featuring angels. Why angels? Well, in my world, fantastical creatures such as trolls and pixies are commonplace, yet we've no angels to be found anywhere. Thus, I've been fascinated by legends of the mysterious winged species for quite some time.
Oh right, introductions are in order. I am Badinel, King of the Nether Realm Goblins. As I enjoy writing spicy man-on-man love stories, I’ve decided to create this blog for the sake of creative expression, and to quiet the ever-tumbling series of words that constantly push their way through my goblin brain.
But first, the setting; not of my stories, but where I currently reside.
Nowadays, I live in a cramped Seattle apartment alongside my goblin minion Stinksnort, and Blarg, a tech-inclined orc who enlists us to test his newest apps.
There's also a lively colony of toadstools living under the kitchen sink. They manage to escape paying rent by serving as our dedicated dishwashing staff.
My reason for this new living setup? Well… I may be in a spot of exile at the moment…
Let me be clear; my only misdeed was an overt act of maternal appreciation. It was a simple thing, really. My dearest mother passed her cookie recipe down to me, but…
Here’s the primary point of contention among my subjects: the ingredients are extremely dangerous to acquire.
To give but one example, the recipe requires dragon eggs, but it turns out dragons aren't particularly fond of goblins who invade their nests with the intent of turning their unhatched dragonlings into cookie dough.
To make a long story short, some of my subjects are becoming quite annoyed by my royal cookie decrees.
However, I do believe this legendary dessert might be produced in the mortal realm. Blarg has been searching the internet with his tablet (it's such an odd thing to watch his football-sized hand daintily use a stylus). Recently, he found what he believed to be the best replacements for many of the items on mother's list.
In the meantime, I’ll be serving up new installments of gay celestial romance, with my goblin minion Stinksnort taking dictation.
Let's begin...
***
At the heart of Hell’s throne room stood the imposing figure of Satan. In form, he was angelic, with curly blond hair and piercing blue eyes, but underneath his long red robes, he sported the legs of a goat, complete with sharp, black cloven hooves.
He cracked his whip through the air, striking a tormented sinner across the back. The soul let out a piercing cry of pain that echoed through the palace halls.
Once, the soul had been a spoiled youth who killed his parents for the inheritance money. On the day of his execution, he’d laughed cruelly while the noose was placed around his neck, his final words being,
I’d have killed them twice if I could!
The bleeding spirit wept and begged for mercy. His pleading annoyed Satan, who bellowed,
"Enough!"
The infernal angel waved a hand through the air. An enormous demon seized the sinner, carrying him away.
Satan stepped onto the balcony of his palace, surveying the scene below. As he listened to the distant cries rising from the multitude of the damned, he felt inspired, and drew out his violin.
He began to play a mournful tune on the strings of the Stradivarius. The loneliness in its melody caused several of the fiends flying overhead to shed tears of grief, while his own servants had to look away to hide the cascade falling down their cheeks.
After a while, he ceased playing and returned to his station, intent on resuming his daily tasks. He didn’t consciously realize it, but a strange emptiness had been stirring within him, a yearning for something more than the darkness that surrounded him.
Suddenly, the heavy doors of the throne room swung open. A shining figure stepped inside. It was Tzyeriel, the Seraph sent to punish a fallen angel currently held captive within Hell’s dungeons.
Heaven had notified Satan of the angel’s coming in advance, but he hadn't expected the beauty that arrived upon his doorstep.
Tzyeriel's long blond hair shone like gold. His feathery wings framed his sturdy, muscular form under layers of ornate armor.
Satan gazed upon the angel, finding him to be quite fair.
A thousand forbidden thoughts raced through his mind, but he knew better than to show his desire. Satan adopted an icy exterior and said,
"Tzyeriel, it's wonderful to meet you. Welcome to my domain."
His guest smiled, replying,
"It’s a pleasure to meet you as well!"
Tzyeriel grinned so sweetly Satan couldn't help but smile. The Seraph continued,
"I’m to deliver punishment to a fallen one who caused great distress within the mortal realm." Satan nodded and said,
"Oh yes, I have the wretched beast locked up. He’s a nasty one. You have my blessing to discipline him in any way you see fit."
Tzyeriel beamed with delight, his smile so bright it made Satan feel a sudden, unfamiliar sensation in his chest.
Satan signaled for the Seraph to follow him, leading him deep into the bowels of the pit.
***
The fallen one was an angel named Rosier. Recently, he’d possessed a married man, using his body to engage in an affair with his sister-in-law. After the angel grew bored with the fling, he forced the man to tell everything to his wife, then left his body to find new thrills.
Rosier needed to be taught a lesson.
The imprisoned fallen one had long, dirty hair and several scars that ran across his body. He was gagged and bound with ropes designed to restrain angels. Tzyeriel looked Rosier over thoughtfully, nodded, and asked,
"What manner of tools do you have on hand? I imagine you must have quite an interesting collection."
Satan nodded, ordering a tall, gangly demon to fetch the desired items.
Soon, the pair had an astounding array of instruments laid out before them. Tzyeriel picked up a branding iron, cheerily asking,
"Goodness, how does this work?"
Satan raised an eyebrow and remarked,
"An excellent choice. You seem to have quite the instinct for torment."
Tzyeriel smiled brightly and replied,
"Oh, I'm just a run-of-the-mill angel of wrath doing my best to smite the wicked."
Satan caught his breath, averting his eyes lest they reveal the truth of his innermost thoughts.
Tzyeriel eagerly got to work, motioning for Satan to join in. As they stood mere inches apart, whips at the ready, the horned angel marveled at the Seraph’s features: the strong line of his jaw, the outline of his delicate lips, the size of his-
Satan bit his lip. Ever since his first sexual encounter, he’d always enjoyed the feeling of a big dick inside him. Tzyeriel’s codpiece was fitted in such a way it was obvious he was carrying more than a large lash.
He thought back to his first time during his days as an angel of the meadow. In that time, his greatest joy had been to frolic through the prairies and woodland, awakening the fertile energy of spring with the song of his pan pipes.
One day, he’d been sitting next to a pond, watching a pair of frogs mate. The male was on top of the female, releasing his sperm as she gradually laid her clutch. Satan had yawned, shifted his attention to the male, and remarked,
“You could be going for a swim right now. I know you must couple so there can be more of your kind, but it seems such a dull affair.”
Merry laughter erupted behind him. Satan turned and was greeted by the brilliant face of Lucifer, the eldest of the Archangels. He smiled at the faun angel, saying,
“Perhaps mating is a bore for creatures such as these, who never truly join as one, but for beings such as us, it’s the greatest pleasure.”
Curious, Satan asked,
“Is it as much of a delight as watching a sunset, or wading in a stream?”
Lucifer smiled mysteriously as he knelt next to the woodland angel. He said,
“Such activities can barely compare.” He’d pointed at Satan’s groin, saying,
“Have you ever wondered what that part of you is for?”
Satan knew the nature of such anatomy when it came to animals, but had never thought about why angels would have a male organ. He turned to Lucifer and said,
“There are no female angels, so it can’t be there to create children.”
Lucifer grinned, responding,
“It’s used to bond us together through ecstasy. You are young, so you’ve only known the current law of Heaven, but I was the firstborn, created by the divine source as the sun cast its first rays upon the earth. Soon after my arrival, others like myself were formed. In those fleeting moments, the other Archangels and I had an orgy in the sky. They pretend it never happened, but I remember, and wish to return that gift of rapture to any angel who would have it.”
At these words, a shiver traveled through Satan. Lucifer rested his hand on his shoulder and whispered,
“Would you care to explore such pleasure with me?”
The faun angel nodded, finding himself nervous but strangely excited.
Lucifer pulled out his partially erect member, gently stroking himself. Satan watched as the celestial’s member grew in length and thickness, until it stood as a nine inch pillar of light. The sight of Lucifer’s thick erection excited Satan, who started tugging upon his own cock until it was protruding from the folds of his robe.
They were soon sucking each other hungrily. Satan almost choked upon the robust staff repeatedly thrusting down his throat, but gripped the silver angel’s rear anyway, pulling him ever deeper.
Before long, he was seated upon Lucifer’s lap, marveling at the intensity of being filled with every thrust of the hips. He’d sung a chaotic melody of bliss while he’d been stretched to his limit. As Lucifer brought him to climax, he’d…
Rosier’s wail of pain brought Satan back to the present. He looked down, mildly embarrassed to be sporting an erection. Tzyeriel turned to him, saying,
“I think I might have hit him a little too hard. I get so carried awa-“
The Seraph noticed the obvious indentation in the front of Satan’s robe. The horned angel looked away, trying to hide his shame. To his surprise, Tzyeriel laughed happily and said,
“Is that for me?”
Surprised (and more than a little puzzled), Satan asked,
“Would you… like it to be?”
Tzyeriel grinned and raised his whip, returning to the matter of Rosier’s torment.
Satan, fighting the urge to blush, reached for his lash, wondering what would happen next.
***
Blarg has finished preparing his list of ingredients, so Stinksnort and I shall head off on a culinary quest, the results of which will soon be shared.
As for the story, next time we'll see what happens when an angel and a devil imbibe a little too much wine...