Chapter 10 #3
Seymour gasped and spread his legs wide, his pulse rocketing up as Sariel pinned him down.
Sariel’s cock was already rubbing up against his hole, and its newly slick pointed tip easily slipped inside.
He braced himself on Sariel’s shoulders and breathed through the initial bite of pressure, grateful that he was so open and soft.
As Sariel pushed in deeper, his human self fractured and faded.
His head became the sphere of spinning golden rings, gleaming eyes popped up all over his body, and even his basic shape was difficult to identify.
He was all light and muscle and eyes, and his voice had a new and spectacular resonance as he praised, “Oh, Seymour… You feel incredible.”
“So do you. Fuck, so do you.” Seymour shuddered, gasping again when Sariel gave him a firm thrust.
Fuck, that was good.
“More,” Seymour begged. “More, Daddy.”
Sariel rocked his hips and thrust again, his hands curling around Seymour’s wrists.
There was something else, thin and soft, tightening there, but Seymour couldn’t be bothered to look at what it was.
All that mattered was Sariel above him, fucking him slow but hard, using enough force to rock the entire bed.
There was a flicker of pain, but the following bliss easily drowned it out and dragged moans from Seymour that he tried and failed to stifle.
He had never been so full, his inner walls being pushed to new limits and creating wild sensations he’d never felt before.
No one had ever fucked him like this, relentless and hard with no sign of stopping or slowing.
Seymour couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Sariel’s cock slamming into him again and again, and even more awesome was Sariel himself, his human form all but gone. It was difficult to see, as bright as Sariel’s light was being so close, so Seymour focused instead on his other senses.
The heat of Sariel’s body, the sound of his snarls—God, it was overwhelming.
And yet, there was more.
Something wrapped around Seymour’s thighs to lift his legs and spread them wider, and he got a brief glimpse of a golden tendril. A few of Sariel’s snakelike muscles had separated from his exposed flesh and moved now like tentacles, grabbing Seymour to move him as Sariel pleased.
Seymour pulled against the muscles to test their hold, and he found there was no way he could break free.
Lust punched through him and stole his breath away, and he squeezed down around Sariel’s cock just to increase the overwhelming feelings.
He was totally helpless, but instead of being afraid, he was absolutely elated.
Sariel fucked him ruthlessly, taking whatever he wanted, and Seymour screamed for more—faster, harder, anything and everything, and God, he wished this never had to end.
A flap of Sariel’s wings created a welcome breeze, cool against Seymour’s sweating, flushed skin, and he whimpered.
“Daddy,” he croaked.
“Yes,” Sariel replied, his voice echoing as if it was coming through a speaker. “Yes, Daddy is here. Do not worry. Daddy is going to take care of you.”
“Yeah. Fuck yes, there. There! That, that!” Seymour forced himself to stare into the light between Sariel’s rotating rings, grunting as he arched his hips to grind frantically.
He had been so overwhelmed before that he could do nothing more than moan, but now he let his thoughts rattle off as Sariel continued to pound him into sheer insanity. “Fuck me, yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy!”
Sariel wrapped himself all around Seymour, new strings of muscles seizing Seymour’s hips and waist. One made its way to Seymour’s cock and coiled up tightly, squeezing and tugging as their skin smacked together.
“That’s it! Fuckin’ get it!” Seymour writhed, unable to resist the delicious friction and letting out a scream. He knew he’d feel this for days, sore and throbbing so sweetly, and no one would ever be able to fuck him like this again.
Who could possibly compare to an angel?
Sariel was as beautiful as he was horrifying, only a few fragments of human skin left on his shoulders and chest. The rest was a twisting heap of gold muscle, and its form was only a mere shadow of a man’s form.
His wings stretched and cut through the air as he hammered mercilessly into Seymour’s ass, and he growled out a quick warning, “I am close.”
“Do it,” Seymour snapped. “Fuckin’ come in me. Make me yours, Daddy. Fuckin’ fill me up! C’mon! Breed my fuckin’ hole!”
Sariel whimpered, a cry of yearning and desire that would certainly be rattling around Seymour’s head for days. His entire body spasmed and the light within his rings flickered, his voice thundering, “Come for me. Come for Daddy.”
The command was irresistible, and Seymour gritted his teeth, every nerve aflame and his body tensed, clenching as tightly as he could as he thrust into Sariel’s sure grip. There, in the space between his ragged breaths, he came.
Sweet relief flooded through him as his climax hit, the apex of the rush there in the head of his dick and back behind his balls. The force of it made his vision blur, and his hips jerked in short bursts to ride out each delicious wave.
And it didn’t stop.
Sariel was still fucking him like an absolute animal, and Seymour’s orgasm was seemingly endless.
It reached a point of intensity that brought tears to Sermour’s eyes, and he bucked wildly, unsure how to make it stop and questioning if he really wanted it to.
It was infinite bliss, a sinful bloom of fire inside him that he feared might consume his last thread of sanity.
But fuck, what a way to go.
A new rush of heat surged inside Seymour’s hole, and it was then he realized Sariel was coming.
It flooded his body in steady waves, hot and thick, and it was only with the final gush that Seymour’s orgasm ceased.
It was a gradual dip that gave Seymour time to retrieve his mind from whatever planet Sariel had sent it off to, though he couldn’t get his tongue to cooperate and say something.
Thanks for the best sex ever?
Super appreciate the epic dicking?
Ever so grateful for now being ruined for any other man?
Or monster.
Probably.
Fuck, it was… perfect.
Seymour was completely engulfed by Sariel’s sweet embrace, and he closed his eyes, panting hard while the last few tremors rolled over him, every inch completely surrendering to pure, sweet satisfaction.
“Oh, Seymour,” Sariel whispered, his voice rising to its usual tone and volume. “You beautiful, beautiful creature. You are amazing.”
Seymour could only nod.
Sariel slowly pulled his golden muscles away so Seymour was free to move as he wished, though Seymour didn’t think he could have even if Godzilla popped back up to say hello.
His limbs were heavy, his pulse pounded between his legs and in his head, and his face burned like he’d been out in the sun too long.
He took a deep breath and then managed to croak, “Fuckin’... hellfire.”
“Are you all right?” Sariel gathered Seymour into his arms, his human facade slowly coming back together. “I am concerned that I went too far and hurt you. Please tell me. Was it too much?”
“Oh, it was definitely too much.” Seymour wheezed. “But guess fuckin’ what?”
“What?”
“We are totally doin’ it again.”
“Do you mean right now?” Sariel blinked. “Because I may need a few minutes before I can—”
“No, no!” Seymour laughed, raising a shaking hand to touch Sariel’s cheek. “Later, okay? I just… Wow.” He swallowed back a reflexive moan. “It was amazing.”
“Truly?”
“Yup.” Seymour lightly ran his thumb over the seam closing beneath Sariel’s eye.
“And you were not frightened?”
“Nope.”
“Nor horrified?”
“Negative.”
“Not even the tiniest bit traumatized?”
“Nada. Not a bit.” Seymour waited for Sariel's lips to fully reform so he could press his own there. “But I did miss kissing you. Really, that’s my only complaint.”
Sariel blushed.
His human body was fully restored now, though his wings, halo, and the golden shine in his eyes lingered.
Seymour sort of missed the big rings and gleaming bundles of muscle, though being able to look into a singular set of Sariel’s eyes was nice.
And the kisses.
God, yes.
“Are you hurting?” Sariel asked quietly. “Tell me what you require.”
“Just you,” Seymour replied. “Just you…” He paused. “And a damp washcloth. Preferably warm? And probably a towel to sleep on because holy fuck, you’re still leaking out of my—”
“I will go!” Sariel squeaked. “Please. Just a moment.”
Seymour couldn’t help but laugh, watching Sariel retreating back into his usual shy, submissive self.
Definitely not the same guy who just rearranged his insides.
Well, technically, it was the same guy. People were allowed to have layers after all, and while Sariel wasn’t a person per se, Seymour didn’t think it was fair to consider him otherwise. He smiled as Sariel zoomed off to the bathroom, so fast that he left a golden feather behind on the bed.
Seymour picked it up and twirled it between his fingers, letting out a very contented sigh.
Fuck, that had been good.
Good enough that Seymour had nearly forgotten they still had to visit some fae king and robot guy later.
Right.
Sariel returned then, holding a towel and a presumably damp washcloth. He urged Seymour to spread his legs so he could clean him up, his touch gentle and reverent. He was smiling, and he’d honestly never looked so happy.
“Hey, you even warmed it up,” Seymour teased as he lifted his ass to help Sariel finish. “Much obliged.”
“Well, you did specifically request it.” Sariel grinned. “I do aim to be an attentive partner.”
“Mmm, very attentive.” Seymour stretched, trying to swallow back a yawn.
“Tired, my stella?”
“Stella?”
Sariel’s grin turned shy. “It means star.”
“Wow. Don’t think I’ve ever been anybody’s star before.” Seymour chuckled, though he quickly added, “I like it.”
“Good.” Sariel pushed the towel underneath Seymour and then reached for the blankets to tuck them both in. He snuggled in close, wrapping his wings around Seymour. “I… I like you.”
“I like you too.” Seymour dropped his head on Sariel’s shoulder, letting his eyes close. “Like that dick too.”
“I am very glad you were pleased.”
“Oh, fuckin’ very pleased. You really get off on that Daddy stuff, huh? Bein’ in charge?”
“Yes.” Sariel hummed thoughtfully. “I imagine it is because I have so little control in other aspects of my life. Being able to take it back in an intimate setting is quite thrilling for me.”
“You can take it whenever the fuck you want.” Seymour groaned. “Fuck.”
“Are you all right?” Sariel sounded worried. “Do you require healing?”
“No, no.” Seymour rubbed Sariel’s chest. “I… I kinda like it.”
“Like what?”
“Bein’ sore. Feelin’ you there. Reminds me that it really happened.”
“I can assure you that it did.”
“I know, but I like feelin’ it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
“And your emotional state is satisfied and stable?”
“I mean, is anyone’s really?” Seymour laughed.
“Seymour, I—”
“I know, I know,” Seymour cut in gently. “I know you’re tryin’ to check on me after gettin’ my soul pounded out by your awesome angel dick.” He could practically taste Sariel blushing. “I promise I’m fine, I’m good, and I definitely can’t wait to do it again.”
“All right, so, you do desire more sexual relations at this time?”
“Not right this second.”
Sariel whined. “But you said you cannot wait.”
“Okay, how ’bout I can wait, but I am really lookin’ forward to it?”
“I will accept that.”
“Night, Sariel.”
“Good night, Seymour.”
And with that, Seymour drifted off to sleep in Sariel’s arms.