Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Seymour didn’t think he’d ever moved so fast in his life.
Even when he was fighting a giant lizard could not compare to the speed he was currently bolting at to find the men’s bathroom. Running with a half-hard dick was not very aerodynamic, but still he flew, ducking and dodging between random monsters as he made his way through the club.
Once he finally found it, he realized he had a new problem.
He wasn’t exactly prepared.
Shit.
The bathroom was posh, decorated in varying shades of red and black, and there was a vending machine on the wall that sold condoms, stamina potions, packs of salt, and small sachets of lubricant.
Seymour patted his pockets in a desperate search for change.
Fuck.
Nothing but that weird sack of whatever from Marsha and the stupid key from his dad.
He stared at the keyhole on the vending machine.
It wouldn’t…
Right?
Seymour stuck the key in, and to his shock, it went right in. He turned it, there was a click, and the front of the vending machine opened. He grabbed a few lube packets, shut the machine, and locked it back.
He was not going to question the power of this key right now, as he had much more important things on his mind.
Namely, getting railed.
Seymour hurried to the last stall and shut it behind him but left it unlocked. He dropped his pants and then opened up the lube so he could slick up his fingers. He leaned against the tile wall and reached back to tease around his hole, gasping as he pushed inside to spread the lube.
It was awkward to open himself in this position, but he went for it hard and fast, trying to get ready.
He wanted to show Sariel how obedient he could be, and the desire to please him was intense.
Focusing on that also sure beat the hell out of worrying over dying and monsters and all the other crap swirling around in his head.
Being good, yes, that was the most important thing right now.
He let it fog over his mind and take control, letting it be his singular goal until everything else simply didn’t exist. He had only to listen to whatever Sariel commanded him to do, and it was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be fine.
Seymour gasped when he heard the bathroom door open.
He had no idea why it startled him so—he knew Sariel was coming—though he figured it could be from how on edge he was.
The anticipation of what was about to happen had his body clenching around nothing, and he pressed his flushed cheek against the cool surface of the wall, trying to steady his breathing.
There was a soft tap at the door.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy,” Seymour said, not recognizing his own voice for how strained it was.
The door opened and Sariel stepped in, half transformed to his true body.
Seymour had to squint to shield his eyes from the bright glow of Sariel’s head, and he gasped when Sariel grabbed his hips.
Not with hands, but those powerful strings of muscle.
They curled around him like vines, firm and strong, and a few slipped under Seymour’s shirt to tease his nipples and cup the front of his throat. He gasped but didn’t struggle. When one of the muscular tendrils teased over his lips, he licked it earnestly.
Sariel touched between Seymour’s cheeks now, rubbing against his slick hole. He pushed inside, again not with fingers but another rope of muscle.
Seymour groaned quietly, and he sucked the muscle into his mouth to help muffle his cries.
“Good boy,” Sariel rumbled, his voice echoing in the small space. “You did a very good job.”
Seymour turned his head to pop the muscle out of his mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.” He arched his ass back and tried to grind against Sariel’s touch. “Please. Take me now. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
“I will.” Sariel continued to fuck into Seymour’s hole. “When I am ready.”
Seymour groaned, squeezing down on the muscle inside him.
It was getting bigger, thicker, and he gasped, savoring the delicious swell of pressure.
A second one joined the first, and he stuck out his tongue to reclaim the tendril he’d been sucking on.
His dick was hard, pressed between the tile and his own body, and he rocked forward to increase the sensation.
“You are being so good for Daddy,” Sariel purred, pumping in and out a little faster now. “Can you stay nice and quiet for me? Like a good boy?”
“Mmhmm,” Seymour mumbled through his mouthful.
God, yes.
He could be quiet.
He could be good.
He could fucking do this.
Nothing else mattered, only what was happening inside this bathroom stall. He let his world become tile and porcelain, the heat of Sariel’s body pressed against him, and the sound of ragged, rough breathing.
Was it his?
Sariel’s?
It might have been both.
Seymour grunted as Sariel pulled the muscles out from his body, and he was left gaping. He felt so empty now and he whined, no real words but a plea for more, swirling his tongue around the muscle in his mouth.
“Look at you,” Sariel whispered. “So eager for Daddy, hmm?”
Seymour bucked his hips.
“I could keep you waiting like this for hours.” Sariel traced the rim of Seymour’s wet hole. “Trembling, shaking, right on the verge of insanity as you beg for my cock…”
“Yes, yes, please.” Seymour nearly smacked the wall. “Please. Come on, Daddy. Fuck me up. I need it right fuckin’ now.”
“Then you shall have it.” Sariel’s cock was now there, the pointed tip slipping around in all the lube.
“Sometime this century?”
Sariel clapped his hand against Seymour’s ass, spanking him firmly.
“Ah, fuck!” Seymour gasped, grinding against the tile. “Sorry, Daddy. Mmm, just… I just need you so bad.”
“And you will have me,” Sariel said firmly.
“Please.”
“Not yet.” Sariel continued to rub his cock around Seymour’s asshole, and he only allowed the very tip to slide inside. Given its tapered shape, it wasn’t much and hardly anything more than another tease.
Seymour tried rocking his hips back, but Sariel stopped him by pressing his hand into the small of Seymour’s spine.
Seymour squirmed, both loving and hating how easily Sariel could pin him like this.
It made the act of submission sweeter, as he knew there was no way he’d ever overpower an angel but still trusted his pleasure to Sariel completely.
Even if he was being an awful cock tease right now.
Seymour figured begging wouldn’t do him any good, so he decided on a different tactic. He closed his eyes and relaxed, surrendering without another word. He let his mind drift with everything and nothing, and he could feel Sariel shudder against him.
Ha, there.
Sariel nuzzled the back of Seymour’s neck, his breath hot against Seymour’s skin as he whispered, “Good boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Seymour smiled. “That’s what I want. To be good for you.”
“And you are. So very, very good.” Sariel kissed the side of Seymour’s neck. “I am going to fuck you now. Hard and fast, like you wanted. Can you be a good boy and stay quiet?”
“Yes, sir.” Seymour licked his lips, his heart skipping a beat.
He didn’t actually know if he could or not, but he was damn sure going to try.
“Good boy.” Sariel kissed Seymour once more and then slammed his cock inside in one smooth, quick thrust.
“Ah—” Seymour had to slap his hand over his mouth, startled by the rough slam. His eyes rolled back as his body throbbed, and his toes curled down in his boots. Going from so much teasing to being stuffed full created a wondrous ache, and staying quiet was going to be next to impossible.
Sariel thrust again, setting a devastating pace that plastered Seymour flat against the wall.
Seymour bit down on the side of his hand, panting in short bursts to avoid groaning like an absolute whore.
Sariel’s cock was thick, relentless, and Seymour’s feet came off the ground every other slam from the sheer force of them.
With the way Sariel’s wings flapped, Seymour thought they might actually take to the air.
“You take me so well,” Sariel murmured. “Such a good boy. Such a very good boy.”
Seymour didn’t trust himself to reply without screaming, but he arched his hips back and clenched down on Sariel’s cock.
It drew a delightful hiss from Sariel, and his hands almost instantly dissolved into coils of thick muscle.
They snaked all over Seymour’s body and held him tight as Sariel kept fucking him into the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the glow of Sariel’s true form bleeding through as his human disguise withered away.
Fuck, Seymour loved that.
Knowing that he could get Sariel to lose control was a unique thrill he knew no other partner would ever be able to offer him, and it was as heady as it was addictive.
Sariel growled low, stepping back and dragging Seymour with him.
Seymour yelped as he was now forced to bend over and brace himself against the wall, grateful the stall was big enough to maneuver around some.
Given the sheer size of the monsters he’d seen, it did make sense for them to have giant bathrooms. He shifted his feet to prepare for Sariel to keep going, but what he got was a hard smack on his ass. “Hey!”
“I told you to be quiet,” Sariel reminded him.
Seymour gritted his teeth. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Sariel popped the other side, a quick whip of his muscular bits.
The burn was hot, throbbing deliciously, and Seymour replied by flexing his muscles around Sariel’s cock.
Sariel groaned in surprise, and he trembled. “Ah…”
“What was that, Daddy?” Seymour asked innocently.
Sariel spanked him again.
Seymour swallowed back a moan, his fingers scrambling against the tile to hold himself steady. He squeezed down and held tight, grinning when Sariel gasped sharply. “Somethin’ the matter? You okay back there?”
“I am fine.”
“Sure?”
Sariel replied by spanking both of Seymour’s ass cheeks at the same time.