Page 189 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Interesting,” Mr. Heiss mused, lifting a claw toward Aodnait.

Aodnait patted the very tip, and the crackling sound of her flames sounded like a laugh.

Flanders lifted his head, squinting at Mr. Heiss. “So, you can hear me now?”

“Yes?” Mr. Heiss replied.

“You’re an asshole. Nice shoes though. Mmm, Italian leather. Good choice.” Flanders yawned and dropped his head.

Indy grunted as something wispy but weirdly firm grabbed him. “Oof, hey, Gammy.”

“Oh, sweetie cakes.” Gammy hugged him tight. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Indy closed his eyes, letting the embrace linger for a long moment. “So fucking much.”

“Language.”

“Sorry not sorry.”

Gammy chuckled. “This has been marvelous fun, but it really has cut into our RuPaul time.” She patted Indy’s cheek, her eyes glistening. “How about we dial back the adventures for a little while?”

“My back hurts, and I still smell like a burp. Yes, no more fucking adventures. Me, you, and Ru, ’kay?” Indy smiled. “And my asshole demon, of course.”

“Yes, yes! Of course!” Gammy grinned, letting go and then turning to pull Mr. Heiss into a hug too. “Come here, you big doofus.” She squeezed hard. “This is the part where you say thank you.”

Mr. Heiss’s eyes widened, he blinked once, and awkwardly patted her back. “Thank you?”

“Yes, thank you to the very nice witch for not banishing you even when you absolutely deserved it. And thank you. For keeping Indy safe. Mostly.” Gammy smirked. “Lord knows it’s a full-time job trying to stop him from waltzing right into trouble.”

“I don’t waltz, I sashay,” Indy corrected.

Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes. “How about you catch a ride back with Lou and sashay home?”

“Don’t we have some, ahem, celebrating to do? Post-battle coitus. Survivor’s sex. Victory bang? I feel like that’s a thing.” Indy called out to Neil and Seymour, “Monster fucking after a battle? Yes?”

“Yup,” Neil agreed, still in Lou’s arms.

“Definitely,” Sariel declared as he clumsily tried to sit up.

“Rest first,” Seymour warned. “Monster fucking later.”

Indy eyed Mr. Heiss. “Nothing to say? Not gonna knock me for my superficial, vapid desire to jump on that demon dick?”

“No.” Mr. Heiss slipped a hand down to palm Indy’s ass. “As I currently share that desire.”

“Get a room,” Gammy teased.

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Indy laughed and wiggled his hips. “Somebody over here is being difficult.”

“Oh?” Mr. Heiss actually smiled. “I thought you liked it when I’m hard.”

“Aw, look at you! Being all slutty with your little innuendo,” Indy cooed, standing on his toes to smooch Mr. Heiss. “Mm, I feel so proud.”

“Wait until we get home. I plan to make you feel many things.”

“Is one of them fucked out and drooling? Pretty please?”

“Mein Sonnenschein asks so sweetly,” Mr. Heiss purred, giving Indy’s waist a squeeze.