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.
Seymour choked on a gasp, his body betraying him by releasing its grip on Sariel’s cock. It was exactly that moment Sariel decided to resume fucking him, and Seymour swore he felt Sariel’s dick coming through his chest. He whimpered and spread his legs to help relieve the ache, all bratty pretenses lost as Sariel completely ravaged him.
God, it was good.
It was always so fucking good.
Seymour grunted in surprise as Sariel suddenly turned him around so he was on his back but still suspended by all the powerful muscles tangled around his body. He flailed for something to brace himself even though there was no need, staring in awe at Sariel above him.
It was…
Incredible.
There was nothing human about Sariel’s form now, a writhing mass of golden sinew that danced and twisted in anever-ending symphony of pulsing flesh. The rings of Sariel’s head were equally mesmerizing, as they too were moving, spinning around and around so frantically that they sometimes appeared to be a singular golden orb of light instead of many gyrating pieces.
Sariel’s eyes peeked out from between the thick ropes of his formless mass, blinking here and there, but each one appeared to be fixated on Seymour.
Being the sole object of such a majestic, powerful creature’s attention was humbling, and Seymour’s gaze clouded over with tears. It was truly as if a piece of something divine was here with him, beautiful and perfect, and he couldn’t believe that Sariel had chosen him.
Sariel could have had anyone.
Anyone at all.
But he wanted Seymour.
Seymour struggled to sit up, flexing his stomach so he could reach for the upper part of Sariel’s mass just below his head. He wanted to feel and touch and hold him, crying out as the new position allowed Sariel to thrust even deeper than before.
It was impossible to stay quiet now, all efforts to silence himself forgotten.
How the hell could he when an angel was pounding his ass into sheer oblivion?
“Put your legs around me,” Sariel commanded. “Right now.”
Seymour was glad for the muscular bits still curled around him because he didn’t think he could have moved of his own accord right then. His limbs were shaking all over, and he let out a frantic moan as he wrapped himself around Sariel. He squeezed down on Sariel’s cock, savoring the new rush of pressure, and he realized almost too late that he was right on the edge of climax.
Everything was too damn good.
The position, the stretch, and the contrast of such a brutal fucking alongside Sariel’s tender embrace.
“Daddy, please,” he pleaded. “I need to—I’m gonna come! I gotta fuckin’ come!”
“Come for me.” Sariel’s voice echoed off the walls, his entire being glowing brighter. “Come for Daddy rightnow.”
Seymour’s hips bucked, and there... he was coming. His body clenched and spasmed, and a needy scream erupted from the back of his throat as his vision exploded with fireworks. He could only assume it was Sariel’s power that kept his orgasm going on for so long, each pulse aching and bursting with pleasure until he thought he was in danger of losing consciousness.
Just as the wonderful feeling dipped and he thought it would end, the bliss returned with the same intensity. It surged over and over, like riding the crest of a wave, and just when Seymour didn’t think he had anything left to give, the sensations dwindled away and left behind only a fantastic thrum in their wake.
There was no overstimulation or discomfort, only a delightful warmth he swore he could feel down in the marrow of his bones. He was exhausted, limp, and he didn’t have the strength to even lift his head to watch Sariel’s transformation back into his human form. Seymour was aware of the sinewy bits withdrawing and familiar arms now holding him instead, but it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
“Are you all right?” Sariel murmured, rubbing Seymour’s back.
