Page 195 of Demons Dig Donuts

“That’s it,” Mr. Heiss praised. “Show me how well you can take this cock.”

“I’m the best,” Indy declared, grabbing Mr. Heiss’s shoulders to brace himself. “I’ll fucking take it so good, sir.”

Mr. Heiss fanned his hands down Indy’s back, tracing its arch before grabbing firm handfuls of his ass. His tail slithered across Indy’s chest and curled around his nipple, catching it in a tight coil and squeezing in steady pulses. “Come on… More.”

Indy panted frantically, following the rhythm Mr. Heiss unknowingly set with each flick of his tail. Indy soon surpassed it, raising his hips higher so he could slam down with more force and speed. “God, fuck... Yes... Yes, there, there, there…!”

Fuck, it was incredible.

It was always so fucking incredible.

Indy flexed his muscles every time Mr. Heiss bottomed out to increase the sensations, loving how each ring on Mr. Heiss’s cock rubbed perfectly against his inner walls. He was sweating, his skin ablaze, and he fought to keep going. It was only once his legs turned to noodles that he realized an intense fuck after dancing all night may not have been the best idea.

Good thing he was no damn quitter.

He sat fully on Mr. Heiss’s cock, using the muscles of his lower back and hips to grind. The fullness made him groan, and he tried again to follow Mr. Heiss’s lead, his body trembling. “Fuck, ah… Sir…”

“I’ve got you,” Mr. Heiss purred. “Don’t worry.” He smirked, and black tendrils slithered out from his sides. He wrapped them around Indy’s waist and thighs to lift him a few inches off his lap. Another snaked forward to coil around Indy’s cock and give it a greedy squeeze as he grabbed Indy’s hips and thrust up into him.

Indy hadn’t seen the tendril things since Mr. Heiss’s transformation at the battle—good to know he could bring those out at will, considering their current occupation.

“Oh God!” Indy moaned blissfully, smiling from ear to ear as Mr. Heiss pounded him ferociously. His entire body shook from each slam, but the black coils and Mr. Heiss’s strong hold kept him from teetering over. He was getting close, and the tendril jerking him off sounded so fucking wet.

“Mmm, I can feel you getting tighter,” Mr. Heiss taunted. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Uh-huh… Gonna fuckin’ bust… all over you, sir…”

“Do it then. Come on.” Mr. Heiss doubled his efforts, his thighs smacking against Indy’s ass as he drilled into him.

Indy squirmed happily, fucking into the tight grip of the coils as Mr. Heiss continued to relentlessly fuck him. He lost himself there for several moments, savoring the pressure and sweet ache only Mr. Heiss could give him. The heat rose quickly, burning through his loins, and Indy screamed when it finally boiled over. “Coming, fucking coming!”

“That’s it. Get it. There you go.” Mr. Heiss snarled like an absolute animal, directing each hot pulse across the cuts on his chest. “Ah… Yes. Give it to me.”

Indy dragged his fingers through the mess, rubbing it through the cuts he’d neglected earlier. “Fuck yeah, there… It’s yours. Mmm, it’s all yours, sir.”

Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hair to drag him into a heated kiss, the fierce thrusting slowing but certainly not stopping. He seemed content for now to enjoy the dwindling clench of Indy’s body around his cock and suck greedily on his tongue.

Indy hugged Mr. Heiss’s neck, the tendrils lowering him but not letting go. He pressed close to Mr. Heiss and shamelessly rubbed against his raw chest to hear him groan.

“Little minx.” Mr. Heiss nipped at Indy’s lower lip.

“What? No filthy sack of blood?” Indy laughed. “Useless human flesh thing? Waste of bones?”

“Mein Sonnenschein,” Mr. Heiss replied, smiling as he tipped Indy back so his upper body rested on the table behind him. His tail and tendrils grabbed Indy’s waist to ensure he wouldn’t fall, and Mr. Heiss reared back and slammed with enough force that Indy’s vision whited out.

Holy fuck, yes, please.

Indy grabbed the edge of the table above his head as Mr. Heiss spread him like a feast, crying out with each brutal thrust. There was a pause between them, just enough for Indy to gasp in a breath and prepare to scream for the next.

It was sinfully devastating—it hurt in the sweetest way, the aching bliss thrumming in the wake of every thrust diluting the pain before it became too much. Indy surrendered to the steamy onslaught, letting himself feel and appreciate the individual seconds as they ticked by.

Time seemed to slow down, moving at a pace that allowed Indy to study Mr. Heiss in rapturous detail. The glow of his bright eyes, the gleam of sweat, blood, and come on his skin, and the flex of his powerful muscles as he drove into Indy again and again.

“Do you want more, hmm?” Mr. Heiss dared to pull almost all the way out and tease Indy with a shallow thrust, flashing a sharp grin. “I wonder… How much can you take?”

“Whatever you give me,” Indy answered without hesitation. “I can take anything.”

Mr. Heiss hummed thoughtfully as he withdrew.