4. CHAPTER #2
His face softened, his dark purple forked tongue flicked out over his lips, and the twinkle in his flaming eyes grew.
Oh, now they were getting somewhere.
That was the look of a man who was down to fuck.
Sex was a tool, first and foremost, and Indy would wield it however he could to protect himself and see this nightmare through to the end.
He had to keep his secret and not let Mr. Heiss find out how close to death he already was.
He had to ride this out—this being Mr. Heiss and probably multiple times—until he could talk to Gammy.
There had to be some kind of spell she knew to heal him. It hadn’t mattered before since he had signed his deal with Mr. Kalt, but now it was a matter of life or death.
Quite literally.
“Well?” Indy prompted. “Does it mean something or not?”
“Perhaps.” Mr. Heiss shifted and spread his legs, glancing around warily. “Where is your leshy? I didn’t see him.”
“Perhaps I forgot where I put him,” Indy teased, mocking the deep tone of Mr. Heiss’s voice. He slid his foot up Mr. Heiss’s inner thigh, but his progress halted when something curled around his ankle.
A vine? Rope? No, a tail.
Definitely hadn’t seen that when he’d scoped out Mr. Heiss’s ass.
“Do you always desire to be as difficult as possible?” Mr. Heiss drawled.
“I have many desires. We should discuss them in detail and, spoiler alert, they end with your cock in my—ah!”
Mr. Heiss pulled Indy forward using the grip of his tail on Indy’s ankle.
Indy slid right over, water splashing up over the side of the tub from the sudden movement. His legs were caught up around Mr. Heiss’s hips, and he grabbed at the demon’s broad chest to brace himself. He was all but in his lap now, though Indy’s butt remained on the bottom of the tub.
“Listen carefully, little flesh bag,” Mr. Heiss warned. “Stop being cute and answer my questions.”
“Impossible, obviously. Hello?” Indy waved around his face. “Do you see all of this? It’s perfect, I know. And no, I’m not answering shit until you answer some of mine.” He smirked. “You can’t hurt me. Not unless you want a really angry pickle all up in your face again.”
It was a gamble to threaten Mr. Heiss with Dill’s wrath when Indy had no idea where the hell Dill had fucked off to, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
Plus, this was actually pretty hot.
Indy’s groin was pressed right up against the groove of Mr. Heiss’s hip, and the tiniest shift allowed him to slot his cock right next to Mr. Heiss’s.
It was thick.
Long.
And…
Oh.
Pierced.
Indy couldn’t quite tell the nature of the jewelry he felt, but there was a lot of it. He was dying to touch and see what was going on down there, but he had to be patient. He needed Mr. Heiss to think he was in charge if this was going to work, so Indy couldn’t be too forward.
Well, more forward than he already was.
Honestly, after the whole mess of kidnapping, the slaughter at the warehouse, and what Indy would overall consider to be a really shitty day, an orgasm sounded pretty damn good.
Yes, there was some irony in said orgasm being supplied by the asshole who was responsible for the really shitty day, but Indy had no problem taking what he needed from wherever or whomever he could get it.
“That is true.” Mr. Heiss smiled suddenly, and it was absolutely wicked. “But there are other ways.”
“Is that so?” Indy greedily squeezed one of Mr. Heiss’s pecs. “And what ways are those?”
“My ways.” Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hips and pulled him into his lap, his eyes burning into Indy’s. “You have so much fire inside you. Such defiance.”
“Is this the part where you tell me you’ve never met a human like me before?”
“Oh.” Mr. Heiss chuckled, a dark and low sound that rumbled through his whole chest. “Hardly. I’ve known many like you. Spoiled, selfish, entitled. You act as if the universe owes you something and wield that grievance like armor to deflect from the fact you possess the depth of a puddle.”
Indy gave Mr. Heiss a flat stare. “Wow, yes. My panties are soaked. Ravish me now.”
“You like to be the center of attention,” Mr. Heiss went on. “You like to be in control. Both serve to feed what is almost certainly a bottomless ego born from years of vapid debauchery. You’re a slave to vanity and the superficial. Didn’t want to grow old so you made a deal with a demon.”
“Yup. That’s it exactly. You figured it out. You read me like a book.” Indy slid his hand up Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Are we fucking or what?”
Mr. Heiss frowned, eyeing Indy suspiciously. He grabbed Indy’s chin, but the touch was oddly gentle. He had that strange look again, like he was searching for something he couldn’t quite find.
Shit.
Maybe Indy should have argued or acted more offended. He did not need Mr. Heiss questioning his stupid appraisal of Indy’s character. Indy’s survival was contingent on the fragile assumption that he was a vain douchebag, not someone who had been desperate to cheat death.
There was no doubt in Indy’s mind that if Mr. Heiss knew, he’d…
Fuck it.
He had to do something and fast.
Indy ran his tongue over his lips to wet them and then pressed them to Mr. Heiss’s in a firm, deep kiss. He let himself moan, as if he’d been dying to kiss him and was experiencing such sweet relief to finally do so.
Mr. Heiss tensed beneath him, the tips of his claws pricking Indy’s chin, but he ultimately relaxed and returned the kiss. There was a hesitancy there, maybe because he was still suspicious, but it melted away as Indy slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Indy licked slowly, framing the sides of Mr. Heiss’s face as they kissed and tangled their tongues together. It was small teases and slides at first, though the curl of Mr. Heiss’s unnaturally long tongue was particularly thrilling.
Monster anatomy was always fun to explore since no two were ever exactly identical.
It was like humans in that way, but monsters had so much more to offer.
Long, thick tongues like the one currently hugging Indy’s, crazy cocks with knots and pockets and some that could even vibrate, plus tentacles, wings, and more.
Indy couldn’t wait to find out what else Mr. Heiss had to show him.
At the moment, Indy was definitely enjoying his tongue and how Mr. Heiss’s big hands palmed his ass.
It made him feel small, even delicate, and it was a role he could play well.
Most monsters loved the fantasy of pounding a tiny submissive human, and Indy was certain that Mr. Heiss would be the same.
Indy rutted forward, following the lead of Mr. Heiss’s urgent kneading.
Mr. Heiss was fully erect, and Indy shuddered as his cock caught on what was either a long row of barbells or rings as they grinded together.
The pressure in his balls created a wicked throb all through his loins that would soon need relief, but it was deliciously sweet torture to edge himself.
Being so close so quickly surprised him, but he chalked it up to all the excitement of today.
Plus, Mr. Heiss was an incredibly good kisser.
Commanding but passionate, firm but slow enough that each press of their lips and tongue could be savored as they explored each other’s mouths. Indy was ready to throw himself over the side of the tub and offer his ass up on a platter, but he knew it would be best to let Mr. Heiss take the lead.
And wow, was this fucker taking his time.
Mr. Heiss ran his hands up over Indy’s hips and lower back, mapping out every inch of his body. His touch was methodical and gentle, and he continued on to feel Indy’s shoulders and down his arms. His tail curled around Indy’s waist like a snake, squeezing tight and pulling him in close.
Indy allowed himself the same freedom to explore since Mr. Heiss made no move to stop him, and he felt up the thick curves of Mr. Heiss’s shoulders and arms. His muscles were firm, slick, and hot.
Mr. Heiss was feverish all over, and Indy had always figured demons simply ran hot compared to humans.
Mr. Heiss, however, was positively scalding compared to those Indy had known before.
He went lower now, fingers tracing over the lines of Mr. Heiss’s chest, stomach, and the grooves in his hips. He had a specific target in mind, but he wasn’t sure yet if Mr. Heiss would be open to letting him.
Fuck it.
Indy went for Mr. Heiss’s cock and squeezed.
He could just get his fingertips to touch with his thumb, and he stroked slowly, admiring the length and getting to know the piercings.
He’d first thought it was going to be a Jacob’s ladder situation—a row of barbells running up the underside of the shaft like the sleepers of a train track—but this was something else entirely.
Instead of barbells, it was a series of thick metal rings that hugged Mr. Heiss’s full girth and gave him a permanently ribbed texture when he was hard as he was now.
Holy shit.
The Gates of Hell.
A fitting name for a demon’s chosen genital modification.
Indy let his thumb catch on each ring, and there were seven in all.
He’d never thought a number was ever so truly lucky before, and his body clenched at the mere thought of taking all of this inside him.
He’d be so open, soft and slick, and he could already imagine Mr. Heiss pounding him up against a wall and claiming his body over and over again.
As if sensing this new surge of lust, Mr. Heiss’s tail snaked around Indy’s cock and balls.
The hold was firm but not overly tight, enough to make Indy writhe and moan and thrust forward to increase the intense feeling.
The coils looped around his dick a few times, tightening and letting go, creating a blissful pulsing sensation.
Fuck.
It was good.
Indy had to finally break their kiss to gasp for air, and he whimpered as another section of Mr. Heiss’s tail slid right between his ass cheeks. He wasn’t going to question how ridiculously long that tail had to be to accomplish so many things at once because it simply felt too damn good.