Page 194 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Not yet. I’m naked, Dill.”

Dill pouted, realized what was happening, and gasped as he covered his eyes.

“Bye, Dill.”

Dill vanished.

“Your pet is a nuisance,” Mr. Heiss grumbled.

“At least mine doesn’t start fires.”

“You’ve started more fires than Aodnait.”

“That is technically true, but—” Indy groaned as Mr. Heiss kissed him firmly.

Fine, they could argue later.

Indy slid his hands over Mr. Heiss’s shoulders, feeling the fabric melt away so he could scratch his nails into bare flesh. He kept his touch light at first, only a tease, because he knew what Mr. Heiss really wanted.

They’d get there.

Eventually.

Mr. Heiss kissed Indy hard and took full control. He thrust his tongue into Indy’s mouth, twisting it around his own as his tail dipped between Indy’s legs. The spaded tip teased around Indy’s hole, and Mr. Heiss growled low.

Indy could feel Mr. Heiss was already hard, and he gasped as Mr. Heiss rutted up against him. “Mmm, someone is feeling impatient, huh? Was it everyone watching me? Staring at me? Wishing they could fuck me?”

“Safe word?” Mr. Heiss ignored Indy’s question, but his eyes glowed brighter.

Oh, Indy knew that look.

That look meant a phenomenal pounding was in short order, and Indy could not wait. It was nice to go slow and sweet sometimes, to experience a loving connection that would go for hours and end with them tenderly holding each other. But other times, like right now when Mr. Heiss was staring him down like a juicy piece of steak?

Indy wanted to get fucked.

“Meat sack,” he replied immediately. “My safe word is meat sack, sir.”

“Prep spell,” Mr. Heiss snarled. “Now.”

It was a rare thing for Mr. Heiss to feel so amorous he’d give up the chance to prepare Indy personally, but Indy wasn’t going to complain. Maybe he was feeling a bit eager too.

Or horny.

Yeah, really horny.

Indy slid his hands to his thighs and squeezed three times, gasping as his body stretched open and grew wet. It was the magical equivalent of poppers without any potential risks and the added benefit of a long-lasting lubrication. He moaned as Mr. Heiss’s tail curled to press inside of him. “Fuck, mmm, there, yeah, that, more of that.”

Mr. Heiss thrust his tail deep and hard, and the rest of his clothing disappeared. He dragged his claws over his chest, opening up four cuts that glittered with thick beads of blood. He squeezed Indy’s hips, urging him, “Go on. Do it.”

Indy popped his nail, spilling salt between them as he scrambled to collect it in his hand. He started with a small pinch and smeared it across the first cut. He howled when Mr. Heiss slammed his tail even deeper, gasping. “Fuck, there we go.” He dragged more salt into the next cut. “There—ah, have some more.”

Mr. Heiss’s only reply was to fuck Indy faster and grit his teeth, snarling desperately.

Indy kept working his fingers over the first two cuts, panting as he rolled his body down to ride Mr. Heiss’s tail. The depth was perfect, and each flexing coil rubbed right up against his prostate and made him whimper.

“I need—” Mr. Heiss grunted, pulling out his tail. “I need you. Now.”

Indy quickly lifted himself off Mr. Heiss’s lap, and he groaned as Mr. Heiss thrust the head of his cock into his slick hole. He sat right back down, gasping as each ring pushed inside. The spell eased the way, even for something as thick as Mr. Heiss’s cock, and Indy returned to riding him just as hard as before.