Chapter 19 #3
A sound was punched out of Seymour’s chest, a howl he barely recognized as something a human could make.
His legs twitched uncontrollably as his loins throbbed, and Sariel’s many eyes blinked, creating weird and fantastic shadows.
He flexed his muscles to feel that tendril inside of his hole and shuddered, grinding clumsily.
“I need to come, Daddy. Can, can I please come?”
“Go on,” Sariel murmured. “Come for Daddy.”
Seymour writhed and bucked, one singular twist of the tendrils inside of his body sending him into orbit.
This climax was faster than the first, a rapid descent marked by intense pulses that sent stars flying across Seymour’s vision.
His come bubbled up and around the tendril inside his cock, and the added resistance even as Sariel pulled out heightened the pleasure of each wave.
Heat flashed over Seymour’s face and into his core, and he panted frantically, trying to reclaim precious oxygen as he continued to tremble.
“F-fuck… fuck…” Seymour groaned. “Fuck.”
He didn’t think he could string together any other words.
Hell, he didn’t think he knew any more as rattled as his brain was.
Sariel pressed all around Seymour, rocking him gently as he removed the remaining tendril from Seymour’s body. “You were wonderful. So very wonderful.”
“You wonderful,” Seymour managed to mumble.
Sariel chuckled warmly. “My sweet stella.”
Seymour closed his eyes, savoring the lingering warmth of his afterglow.
It really did feel like he was floating, wrapped and warm in Sariel’s angelic embrace, and he was exhausted.
He thought it was sort of funny, considering how little of the actual work he’d done, but he decided that getting fucked by an angel was its own special flavor of exertion.
“We should probably check on Day,” Sariel said. “Are you ready to go back down?”
“I wish…” Seymour sighed softly. “I wish we could stay here.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to lose you.” Seymour’s voice was now a whisper, and he squeezed his eyes firmly shut to fight off the burn of approaching tears.
He hated being this vulnerable, but there was a new sense of urgency pushing the words out.
“You mean so much to me. I know it ain’t been that long, I know it’s fuckin’ crazy to feel like this, but I want you. Okay?”
Sariel whined, a quiet and mournful sound. “I am yours. Seymour, I am yours. Even if I cannot be… with you.”
Because of Mr. Heiss.
Because Mr. Heiss was a giant demonic douchebag and he’d never let Sariel go, so Seymour could only see one possible route for his future to make sure that Sariel could still be a part of it.
“Okay, fine.” Seymour huffed. “Then I’m movin’.”
“What?” Sariel was alarmed, his body melting back into his human disguise.
“You heard me. I’m movin’. Boom. Problem solved.”
“No. No boom, problem solved.” Sariel’s face was distorted, the skin misplaced and dropping as if he was having trouble transforming. He hugged Seymour in his arms and held him close, saying firmly, “Seymour, you have a home. A life. A job. You do not need—”
“I’m also stupid fancy rich now, just sayin’, so if I wanna move to this damn fuckin’ city then that’s what I’m gonna do.” Seymour gently stroked Sariel’s cheek, urging the skin back into its proper place.
“Mr. Heiss will not allow—”
“Hey, fuck him,” Seymour said firmly, gritting his teeth as he resisted a snarl.
“I will find a way. I ain’t scared of him.
I’ve fought Godzilla, killed a damn troll, and I even survived taking the insane ass king of the faeries to Wendy’s, all right?
Feelin’ pretty confident ’bout dealin’ with one demon asshole. ”
Sariel smiled, but it wasn’t very bright. “You are very stubborn.”
“Aries, remember?” Seymour grinned. “Kinda on brand, right?”
“Very.”
“C’mon, Daddy.” Seymour kissed him. “Let’s go get kitty girl and get outta here, huh? You can yell at me more later.”
Sariel pouted. “I did not yell.”
“Lightly fussed. How’s that?”
“Better.”
After they fixed his clothing, Seymour let himself sag against Sariel’s chest and close his eyes as they descended.
This was exactly where Seymour wanted to be, and he had never experienced such a sense of rightness before.
Yes, it was true he hadn’t exactly been alone, considering his many but brief relationships prior to this, but being with Sariel soothed something deep inside of him.
That void suddenly wasn’t so empty, now overflowing with a warmth he wasn’t ready to lose.
He had Sariel and Day too, two people—well, angel and cat girl—who he cared deeply for in spite of their brief time together. They’d both made such an impact on his life, and now he couldn’t imagine being without either one of them.
So, fuck Mr. Heiss.
Seymour was going to figure out a way to free Sariel once all of this bullshit was over, one way or another.
He should just let Day eat him.
Maybe.
Seymour didn’t open his eyes again until Sariel landed, and he grinned up at him. “Oh, hey. Fancy meetin’ you here.”
“Are you insinuating that you are surprised?” Sariel tilted his head. “Because we were moments ago… Ah. You are teasing me.”
“Not exactly teasing you. Just jokin’.” Seymour kissed him. “Now. Where is our kitty girl?”
Day was stretched out in the middle of the slide’s descent, purring with enough force to make the metal around her rumble. She raised a paw to wave weakly. “I still wish to slide, but my body fails me.”
“Didn’t think a ghost could get tired.” Seymour chuckled. “Kinda cute though.”
“Perhaps it is a mental projection of her previous mortal limitations.” Sariel hummed thoughtfully as he set Seymour down. His arms lingered around him, and he kissed the top of his head. “But yes, it is very cute.”
Seymour let himself enjoy Sariel’s hold for a few more seconds before pulling away. “Let me go peel her off the slide real fast.”
“I’m fine.” Day meowed grumpily. “Finer than… whatever it is you say.”
Seymour chuckled as he approached the slide. He reached down to gently scoop Day up into his arms. “Than frog’s hair?”
“Yes, that is the one!” Day giggled, purring as she curled up in Seymour’s arms like a baby. She smiled sleepily up at him. “Is it time to go?”
“Yeah, pretty sure. There ain’t shit goin’ on here.” Seymour shrugged. “Fuck it. I dunno what more we can do tonight.”
“Shall we go home?” Sariel smiled as he said the last word.
“Yeah,” Seymour agreed. “Home.”
Day’s eyes widened, and she purred louder. “Oh…”
“Aw, what is it, kitty girl?”
“Is there milk at home?”
“Yes.”
“Yay!”