“What are you plannin’ to stick in me?” Seymour chuckled. “I, uh, wouldn’t mind gettin’ a look at it if that’s all right.”
Sariel tilted his head back the other way. “Are you certain? I do feel I should warn you that my genitals are unusual.”
Seymour swallowed back a laugh. “Look, just the fact that you have genitals is unusual, okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, addingDogmato the list of movies to watch.” Seymour kissed Sariel again. “Whatever it is, it’s yours, and I don’t care. And don’t you blame that on my Aries impulsiveness or some moon risin’—”
“This time of year, it would be the Libra rising?—”
“Look, I want mydickto be risin’, okay?” Seymour did laugh then. “Come on, Daddy. I want you.”
“Then you shall have me.” Sariel smiled shyly, and he urged Seymour’s hand down to touch his cock.
The flesh there melted away—which was mildly horrifying to see in such a delicate area—but a large strand of muscle was revealed in its place. It resembled the other sinewy bits in its basic shape, but it had the girth of a beer can that tapered up to a thin, pointed head. It was erect, pulsing, and Seymour’s mouth immediately filled with drool.
Yup.
That…
That was going inside him.
Seymour reverently grabbed Sariel’s cock, squeezing it gently as he slid his hand down to the base. His fingers could no longer meet there as the thickness was too great, and he groaned breathlessly. “Fuck, Daddy. Look at you.”
Sariel inhaled sharply, tentatively rocking into Seymour’s hand.
A shimmering fluid leaked from his slit. It was clear but filled with a bright golden glitter, and Seymour slid his thumb through it, finding it incredibly slick and warm. “Damn, look at that… Got you all wet, Daddy?”
“Yes,” Sariel said softly. “I want you very much.”
“You got lube around here? Or is that, uh, gonna work?”
“Traditional lubricant will be safer.” Sariel quickly reached into the drawer of his bedside table. He moved fast—there was aclick, asquelch, and then he pushed Seymour back with a snarl, his wings flapping wildly.
Seymour gasped and spread his legs wide, his pulse rocketing up as Sariel pinned him down. Sariel’s cock was already rubbing up against his hole, and its newly slick pointed tip easily slipped inside. He braced himself on Sariel’s shoulders and breathed through the initial bite of pressure, grateful that he was so open and soft.
As Sariel pushed in deeper, his human self fractured and faded. His head became the sphere of spinning golden rings, gleaming eyes popped up all over his body, and even his basic shape was difficult to identify. He was all light and muscle and eyes, and his voice had a new and spectacular resonance as he praised, “Oh, Seymour… You feel incredible.”
“So do you. Fuck, so do you.” Seymour shuddered, gasping again when Sariel gave him a firm thrust.
Fuck, that was good.
“More,” Seymour begged. “More, Daddy.”
Sariel rocked his hips and thrust again, his hands curling around Seymour’s wrists. There was something else, thin and soft, tightening there, but Seymour couldn’t be bothered to look at what it was. All that mattered was Sariel above him, fucking him slow but hard, using enough force to rock the entire bed.
There was a flicker of pain, but the following bliss easily drowned it out and dragged moans from Seymour that he tried and failed to stifle. He had never been so full, his inner walls being pushed to new limits and creating wild sensations he’d never felt before. No one had ever fucked him like this, relentless and hard with no sign of stopping or slowing.
Seymour couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Sariel’s cock slamming into him again and again, and even more awesome was Sariel himself, his human form all but gone. It was difficult to see, as bright as Sariel’s light was being so close, so Seymour focused instead on his other senses.
The heat of Sariel’s body, the sound of his snarls—God, it was overwhelming.
And yet, there wasmore.
Something wrapped around Seymour’s thighs to lift his legs and spread them wider, and he got a brief glimpse of a golden tendril. A few of Sariel’s snakelike muscles had separated fromhis exposed flesh and moved now like tentacles, grabbing Seymour to move him as Sariel pleased.
Seymour pulled against the muscles to test their hold, and he found there was no way he could break free. Lust punched through him and stole his breath away, and he squeezed down around Sariel’s cock just to increase the overwhelming feelings. He was totally helpless, but instead of being afraid, he was absolutely elated.
