Sariel kept up the movements, pushing deeper into Seymour’s cock. The tendril at his hole remained at only a shallow depth, but it was more than enough to push Seymour right to the edge.
He wanted to scream.
Definitely wanted to fucking come again.
Seymour rocked his hips, trying to push at the tendril in his dick. “Pl-please. Please, Daddy.”
Sariel sighed. “Please what?”
“Fuck my cock,” Seymour pleaded. “Fuck my cock, fuckin’ please.”
Sariel growled, and the tendril immediately thrust faster.
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 faceand 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 sweetstella.”
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. Noboom,problemsolved.” 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. Ajob. 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?—”
