Page 91 of Angels Adore Astrology

Sariel fucked him ruthlessly, taking whatever he wanted, and Seymour screamed for more—faster, harder, anything and everything, and God, he wished this never had to end.

A flap of Sariel’s wings created a welcome breeze, cool against Seymour’s sweating, flushed skin, and he whimpered.

“Daddy,” he croaked.

“Yes,” Sariel replied, his voice echoing as if it was coming through a speaker. “Yes, Daddy is here. Do not worry. Daddy is going to take care of you.”

“Yeah. Fuck yes, there. There! That, that!” Seymour forced himself to stare into the light between Sariel’s rotating rings, grunting as he arched his hips to grind frantically. He had been so overwhelmed before that he could do nothing more than moan, but now he let his thoughts rattle off as Sariel continued to pound him into sheer insanity. “Fuck me, yes, yes, fuck me,Daddy!”

Sariel wrapped himself all around Seymour, new strings of muscles seizing Seymour’s hips and waist. One made its way to Seymour’s cock and coiled up tightly, squeezing and tugging as their skin smacked together.

“That’s it! Fuckin’ get it!” Seymour writhed, unable to resist the delicious friction and letting out a scream. He knew he’d feel this for days, sore and throbbing so sweetly, and no one would ever be able to fuck him like this again.

Who could possibly compare to an angel?

Sariel was as beautiful as he was horrifying, only a few fragments of human skin left on his shoulders and chest. The rest was a twisting heap of gold muscle, and its form was only a mere shadow of a man’s form. His wings stretched and cut through the air as he hammered mercilessly into Seymour’s ass, and he growled out a quick warning, “I amclose.”

“Do it,” Seymour snapped. “Fuckin’ come in me. Make me yours, Daddy. Fuckin’ fill me up! C’mon! Breed my fuckin’ hole!”

Sarielwhimpered, a cry of yearning and desire that would certainly be rattling around Seymour’s head for days. His entire body spasmed and the light within his rings flickered, his voice thundering, “Come for me. Come forDaddy.”

The command was irresistible, and Seymour gritted his teeth, every nerve aflame and his body tensed, clenching as tightly as he could as he thrust into Sariel’s sure grip. There, in the space between his ragged breaths, he came.

Sweet relief flooded through him as his climax hit, the apex of the rush there in the head of his dick and back behind his balls. The force of it made his vision blur, and his hips jerked in short bursts to ride out each delicious wave.

And it didn’t stop.

Sariel was still fucking him like an absolute animal, and Seymour’s orgasm was seemingly endless. It reached a point of intensity that brought tears to Sermour’s eyes, and he bucked wildly, unsure how to make it stop and questioning if he really wanted it to. It was infinite bliss, a sinful bloom of fire inside him that he feared might consume his last thread of sanity.

But fuck, what a way to go.

A new rush of heat surged inside Seymour’s hole, and it was then he realized Sariel was coming. It flooded his body in steady waves, hot and thick, and it was only with the final gush that Seymour’s orgasm ceased. It was a gradual dip that gave Seymour time to retrieve his mind from whatever planet Sarielhad sent it off to, though he couldn’t get his tongue to cooperate and say something.

Thanks for the best sex ever?

Super appreciate the epic dicking?

Ever so grateful for now being ruined for any other man?

Or monster.

Probably.

Fuck, it was… perfect.

Seymour was completely engulfed by Sariel’s sweet embrace, and he closed his eyes, panting hard while the last few tremors rolled over him, every inch completely surrendering to pure, sweet satisfaction.

“Oh, Seymour,” Sariel whispered, his voice rising to its usual tone and volume. “You beautiful, beautiful creature. You areamazing.”

Seymour could only nod.

Sariel slowly pulled his golden muscles away so Seymour was free to move as he wished, though Seymour didn’t think he could have even if Godzilla popped back up to say hello. His limbs were heavy, his pulse pounded between his legs and in his head, and his face burned like he’d been out in the sun too long.

He took a deep breath and then managed to croak, “Fuckin’... hellfire.”

“Are you all right?” Sariel gathered Seymour into his arms, his human facade slowly coming back together. “I am concerned that I went too far and hurt you. Please tell me. Was it too much?”

“Oh, it was definitely too much.” Seymour wheezed. “But guess fuckin’ what?”