Chapter 25 #3
“Go on, Daddy,” Seymour urged. “Come for me.” He latched on to Sariel’s wing and sucked, using his tongue to stroke back and forth.
Sariel’s responding moans were immediate and hot, and Seymour kept suckling to coax out more sweet cries.
He reached for the other wing to stroke that one, and Sariel spasmed beneath him.
“Seymour!” Sariel groaned, the sound echoing and distorting as his climax hit. He fucked the bed with enough force that it banged against the wall, and his cries morphed into a roar that rattled the windows.
It was moments like this that Seymour was very thankful for magical soundproofing.
Because yup, that was a thing, and he made a mental note to thank Neil again for letting him know.
Seymour licked and mouthed up the crest of Sariel’s wing, still caressing the other as he hoped to work him through each blissful pulse. He stopped when Sariel finally went still, lifting his head to ask, “So, Daddy. You really do like havin’ your wings—”
Sariel rolled beneath Seymour and then pounced with incredible speed, pinning him down to the bed with a searing kiss.
Seymour gasped, kissing back hungrily. He groaned as Sariel ripped his underwear clean off, and the sound of ripping fabric did unfair things to the already intense flow of blood to his cock.
He hugged Sariel close, reaching around to fondle the bases of his wings.
Now that he knew what that did for Sariel, he wanted to do it again and again.
Sariel, however, apparently had other ideas.
Strings of muscle burst out of his shoulders to pin Seymour’s hands to the sheets.
“Daddy is going to have his turn now,” Sariel said firmly, though he was smiling.
“Daddy can have whatever he wants.”
“Damn right.”
Seymour gasped as Sariel shoved his head between his thighs, the golden rings of Sariel’s angel body taking form. Seymour lifted his legs, groaning as the backs of his thighs were treated to the teasing roll of those rings, hot and weird and wonderful.
There was a tongue, or at least an approximation of one, now lapping at Seymour’s hole.
It defied logic for how it could protrude through the spinning rings without getting caught, but it was thick and wet, and Seymour bucked up against it with a needy moan.
Having a monster boyfriend did come with some exciting bedroom adventures, but this would be a first.
Like really. How was his tongue not being chopped into bits? How did that even work?
Seymour stopped caring once the slippery muscle dove inside of him, and he groaned, rocking down to encourage it deeper. He fucked himself on it like a toy until Sariel grabbed his hips to still him.
“Not yet,” Sariel warned.
“Daddy, c’mon,” Seymour protested. “I want it.”
“And you shall have it. When I desire it.” Sariel sounded like he was smiling, though his tongue did thrust faster.
The new speed offered bursts of pleasure that had Seymour whimpering for more, and his cock ached.
The swirl of Sariel’s tongue was without comparison, and it twisted against his inner walls until his legs shook.
He wanted to come, to get off fast and hard right now so Sariel could make him bust again later.
Sariel, however, seemed intent on torturing him.
Tendrils of gleaming muscle extended from Sariel’s body to grab Seymour and hold him in place, including one curling around the base of his cock and down behind his balls.
The tension increased the pressure to levels of madness that Seymour wanted relief from and simultaneously wanted to last forever. He struggled against Sariel’s hold simply for the rush of being held tighter, riding that delicious high as his body stretched around Sariel’s fantastic tongue.
The rings of Sariel’s head spun faster, now creating a powerful vibration that resonated through his tongue and lips—were there lips? Something was pressed against Seymour’s taint and teasing by his balls, but it was too difficult to focus. It felt good, and that was all that mattered.
“Fuck!” Seymour grunted and writhed, certain that his balls had their very own pulse now. He was hot all over, trembling now, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
God, it was so good…
But fuck, coming would be better.
“Daddy,” Seymour pleaded. “I need you. Come on… I am gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”
“You have me. Always.” Sariel withdrew and then crawled upward on top of him. His muscles remained intertwined around Seymour’s body, and the one on Seymour’s dick gave a little squeeze. All of his many eyes were fixated on Seymour, squinting a little as if he was smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Seymour cracked a little grin. “Love your dick too.”
“You also have that.” Sariel chuckled as he reached for the lube to get his cock ready. He draped himself over Seymour, his body devolving into a warm wall of golden muscle. He was all around Seymour now, slick down to the root and pressing inside, and groaning softly at the fantastic connection.
Seymour groaned too, breathing through the ache and savoring every second of the slick slide. He loved the warmth of Sariel’s muscles, and the weight was weirdly comforting. He knew he was safe, he was loved, and he could be as loud as he wanted to be when Sariel finally started to move.
Steady thrusts at first, deep and slow, so that Seymour could feel the drag and enjoy each and every tingle of stimulation.
But then faster, harder, until the friction created blinding levels of bliss and Seymour cried out with every slam.
He clenched around Sariel’s dick just to feel more, and he greedily grinded his ass down because he loved hearing Sariel moan.
It was fantastic—the sex always was—but then there was something new…
Sariel’s head pushed through the sea of wriggling muscle right in front of Seymour’s face, his eyes bright and glowing.
“Holy shit, that’s freaky,” Seymour managed to croak between moans.
Sariel pouted. “I thought you said you missed kissing me when we were intimate.”
“I do! It’s—” Seymour laughed and then groaned, as it caused his body to tense. “Mm, it’s fine… Come here. Kiss me, Daddy.”
Sariel lunged forward and crashed their lips together.
Seymour hadn’t thought their connection could be more passionate.
Boy, was he wrong.
The press of Sariel’s lips was intoxicating and accentuated every other sensation. It truly felt as if they were one singular being now, flesh against flesh, tongues twisting together, and Seymour surrendered completely to the relentless pounding of Sariel’s cock.
The only thing that was better than this was the knowledge that Seymour could keep it. He wasn’t going to lose Sariel or their beautiful life together. Every last second he had on this planet, he could have this.
“Gonna come,” Seymour whimpered, startled by an emotional surge through his chest that sent his brain spiraling. “Fuck, yes, come on. Make me come, Daddy. Please, please, please—”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, oh, God—” Seymour screamed as his climax rocked through him, his hips jerking as the rush reduced his brain power to absolute zilch.
He had to close his eyes as Sariel followed after him to shield himself from the brilliance of all those golden eyes, and he groaned as he felt his inner walls flood with Sariel’s thick load.
Fuck, it was good.
It was always so fucking good.
He was warm and sated, muscles tingling pleasantly as Sariel withdrew from him. He watched the fascinating process of Sariel returning to his human form, and then he let Sariel roll him so they could face each other. “Wow.”
“Wow is good,” Sariel said confidently. “I remember that.”
“Yup. Damn sure is.” Seymour kissed him. “And so are you, Daddy. Fuckin’ amazing, really.”
“You are amazing, my stella. So much that I cannot—” Sariel took a deep breath. “My apologies. I need a moment. This was a big decision, but I know it is the right one.”
“Eh?” Seymour blinked. “What’s wrong?”
Sariel only smiled, touching his own chest for a long moment.
The skin peeled back to reveal the golden muscles beneath, and there was a bright light.
It was more brilliant than the one that rolled around his head when he was a Super Saiyan Four angel, and it shifted and glimmered almost as if it was alive.
“What is that?” Seymour asked softly.
He had the wildest urge to touch it, but after weeks of living in a city of monsters, he knew that was probably a bad idea without asking first.
“My light,” Sariel replied. “Or at least, part of it.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Here.” Sariel held it out to Seymour.
“Uh, what are you doin’?”
“I am giving part of it to you.” Sariel’s smile grew. “I love you, Seymour. I love Day. You are my family. But you were right.”
Seymour glanced between the light and Sariel’s face, confused. “’Bout which thing?”
“The meat bag thing.”
“Eh?”
“That you will die because you are mortal but Day and I will live on.”
“Oh. Right.” Seymour stared. “So, what will your light do exactly?”
“Should you accept it, you will live. Just as I do. For eons.” Sariel smiled warmly. “I understand if the idea of immortality frightens you, but—”
“Okay. What do I do? Eat it? Snort it?”
Sariel laughed. “Eager, are you?”
“What?” Seymour grinned. “For an eternity with you and our adorable kitty cat girl who eats people? Hell yeah, I am.”
Sariel kissed him, his hands pressing against Seymour’s chest.
The resulting feeling was pure warmth, like sunshine, comforting and sweet, and it even tickled a little.
He didn’t feel any different than before, certainly not magically immortal, even though he was, but his heart raced all the same.
He was going to have lifetime after lifetime with his new family, and what could be better than—
“Technically she eats other monsters. Not people. But she could if she wanted to.”
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”