Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

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The boy snapped and lept forward, snapping and growling while defending the Warlord so hurriedly. Abaddon simply turned his head sideway just enough to keep an eye on the boy with one eye, tucking his head back and away from the furious jaws to protect his beautiful pale face. A well-deserved title for a prince. he continued to stroke the boy's ego. Now they were closer, the boy had voluntarily come closer to the bloodthirsty monstrosity, close enough that Abaddon could almost picture those beautiful veins of his under that coat.

Oh how he wanted to rip them out and suck on the nectar.

No. He was not like his father. Abaddon was far more superior to the man than that. He would not kill out of hunger, not purposely at least... They were more useful alive than dead. Living blood bags all for him. My name is Abaddon, the bastard son of the Nightwalker's Warlord. The self-proclaimed prince of darkness, given life straight from the Warlord's cum. I'm just curious. This pack is too vicious for me, but it's safe, and it's lonely out there...