Page 163 of Angels Adore Astrology

“Yeah, Daddy. I want it. All of you.”

“All of me?” Sariel frowned.

“Pretty sure I’ve seen it already. Why? Is theremore?”

“Yes, there is more.”

“Then I want it.Bam. Give it to me.” Seymour paused. “You can still fly though, right? You ain’t gonna drop me or nothin’?”

“You are very concerned about that.”

“Easy to say for the guy who can fly.”

“I promise. You are safe.” Sariel smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to Seymour’s lips.

Seymour let his eyes flutter closed, sinking into the warmth of Sariel’s body enveloping his own. He knew from the quivering touch it was Sariel’s true sinewy flesh wrapping all around him, and he felt as if he was floating now. It was dark when he tried to look around, but then there was light.

It was the glow of Sariel’s countless eyes gazing upon him, and Seymour stroked every inch of Sariel that he could reach. He couldn’t see Sariel’s spinning head or his wings, only this cocoon of slick flesh and bright eyes that currently held him. The firm press of Sariel’s cock against his ass had him scrambling to arch down and take him back inside.

“Wait.” Sariel’s voice rumbled like thunder, and several of his tendrils curled around Seymour’s wrists to pull his hands away. “Wait, mystella.”

Seymour squirmed. “Daddy, please?—”

“Soon.” Sariel sounded like he was smiling, and his flesh moved now to slowly unbuckle Seymour’s belt and open the fly of his jeans. The drag of the zipper was painfully drawn out so that Seymour could hear each individual click of the teeth.

Seymour ached, stunned that Sariel could get him this hot again so quickly. His skin prickled with sweat, his dick had its own distinct pulse, and his hole clenched and squeezed around nothing, eager for something to fill it once more. He gasped as Sariel pulled his pants down, exposing his ass, and a thin tendril teased between his cheeks.

“Come on… Daddy,” he pleaded. “Do it.”

“Not yet.”

Seymour pulled against the hold on his wrists, and he groaned as the tendril probed at his hole. “There, that’s it… Please. Please, please,please.”

Sariel made a low sound, almost a hum, and more of his muscular bits slid down the front of Seymour’s pants and underwear. The coils curled around his cock and his balls, giving firm, pulsing squeezes.

Seymour took a deep breath, groaning and bucking up into Sariel’s grip. The tendrils slid over the head of his cock, playing in his precome. He was so wet. He was so fucking hard. He gasped as the pointy tip of a tiny tendril pressed lightly against his slit.

“I wish to be inside you,” Sariel said softly. “Here.”

“Do it.” Seymour groaned. “Just fuckin’ do it.”

“Slowly.”

Seymour grunted in frustration.

“Or not at all.”

Seymour took another big breath, letting himself relax. As soon as he did, the tendril pressed inside his slit. He gasped, startled by the new pressure and the slight burn. He’d had his fair share of urethral sounding before, but never by an angel’s muscle slithery thing.

While also being completely surrounded by said angelic muscle and flying through the sky amongst the clouds.

Yeah, it was pretty damn amazing.

Seymour moaned when Sariel pushed a little deeper, thrusting gently in and out. He couldn’t tell exactly how deep Sariel was, but the pressure was overwhelming in the best way. He didn’t know if he needed to piss or come or both at the same time. He had no idea how to move or what to do other than bask in the intense sensations.

And then the tendril at his hole pushed in.

It was just a tease, a shallow thrust that added to the whirlwind of feelings that left him shaking and his body heavy. He was already soft and open, and the tendril was able to move in effortlessly. Sariel was inside his body, each teasing stroke inside his cock and his ass, gentle but firm, and he let out a low groan. “Daddy… Ah, fuck… Just like that. Just like that.”