11. CHAPTER #2
“This feels like a house. Like, a real house.” Indy narrowed his eyes. “Did you literally move a whole ass house into a pocket dimension?”
“Clever boy.” Mr. Heiss chuckled. “And yes. I did.”
“And why are we here?”
“Perhaps I wanted privacy.”
“Ah.” Indy popped his tongue. “Privacy to talk about that kiss?”
Mr. Heiss smiled, lightly cupping Indy’s chin. “Is talking really what you’re interested in?”
“No.” Indy shivered. “Not really.”
“Your personal spell is working correctly, yes?”
“Dunno. Why don’t we take it for a test drive?”
“I could perhaps be persuaded.”
“It’s about time you realized what a fucking snack I am.” Indy slid his hands up over Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Was starting to think you needed your eyes checked.”
Mr. Heiss chuckled, holding Indy’s hips. “My eyes work very well. As does everything else.”
“Am I actually going to be able to test that?” Indy arched a brow. “Or are you going to blueball me again, sir?”
“That depends on you.” Mr. Heiss scanned Indy’s face curiously. “What are you expecting from this?”
“A good time for a short while. Story of my life.” Indy fidgeted, dropping his voice to add, “But maybe a longer time. Maybe. You know, depending on you.”
“Me?”
“Maybe you’re an awful fuck. How do I know?” Indy scoffed. “How about we just get right to—”
“Dance with me.”
“What?”
“Dance with me,” Mr. Heiss repeated, taking one of Indy’s hands and stepping out to guide him into a slow waltz.
“Okay!” Indy snorted out a laugh but let Mr. Heiss take the lead. “You know, you are one weird, weird demon.”
“Is that so?”
“I literally just got done blowing up an entire army of monsters rescuing myself from the aforementioned monsters kidnapping me, pretty sure I have lots of blood on me that’s not mine, and instead of the hard primal fucking I rightly deserve to relieve all of this crazy tension… you want to dance?”
“Yes,” Mr. Heiss said simply. “The primal fucking will come later.”
“How much later?”
“When I say so.” Mr. Heiss smirked, claiming a deep kiss as their bodies glided along the floor. The space here did not contort as the mirror of the house had, so they had to keep very close to avoid bumping into the furniture.
Indy was impatient, but he had to admit that the closeness was nice.
He felt warm and safe, and he could turn his brain off.
Nothing else mattered but the dance, each of them following a silent rhythm that guided them together along each step.
Indy wasn’t worried about money or dying or anything else, simply enjoying the moment.
It was even better when Mr. Heiss finally broke his form and let his hands wander to slide over Indy’s back and hips. Indy hugged Mr. Heiss’s neck and let their bodies press together, no longer moving other than the slow roll of their hips.
Mr. Heiss’s tail curled around Indy’s thigh, lifting his leg to hitch up around Mr. Heiss’s side. He grabbed Indy’s ass and brought him right off the floor, rutting against him with more purpose, but slow and steady, as if they were still dancing.
Indy easily curled his other leg around Mr. Heiss, shifting his hands to Mr. Heiss’s broad shoulders. A demon wasn’t quite a pole, but Indy could hold his weight there and still move the rest of his body like liquid. He wanted to show Mr. Heiss exactly what he could do.
Yes, he’d been able to give Mr. Heiss a preview in the tub, but he wanted a proper seduction.
Mr. Heiss, however, apparently had other plans.
“Stop,” Mr. Heiss said, though his tone was gentle.
Indy stared. “What?”
“You are going to take what I give you and only that,” Mr. Heiss said as he carried Indy toward the bed. “You must be patient and entrust your pleasure to me. Do as I say, only when I say, and I promise that you will enjoy every moment.”
Indy shuddered, but he nodded as Mr. Heiss stretched him out across the sheets. “Okay, sir. I… I can do that.”
“If you want to stop at any time, you have but to ask.”
“Are we gonna need a safe word?” Indy took a deep breath. “Just how freaky are you planning to get? Because I am down with some weird stuff, let’s be real, but you are making me nervous.”
“You have no reason to be. I will not harm you.” Mr. Heiss smirked, running a claw down the front of Indy’s top. The fabric peeled away, melting into nothing. He continued lower and removed the rest of Indy’s clothing in the same magical manner.
“Fuck.”
“Choose a safe word, sweet one. Unless that is the one you intended.”
“No, I got this. Okay, uh.” Indy struggled to think, but it was difficult following the initial shock of being called an actual affectionate endearment and not one of the usual horrible ones Mr. Heiss was so fond of. “Fuckin’, uh, meat sack. That’s it. That’s my safe word.”
Mr. Heiss chuckled. “Very well.”
Indy was now naked beneath Mr. Heiss, his own cock hard and twitching against his belly with every frantic beat of his heart.
He was excited—clearly—and the anticipation of what was to come was thick and deliciously hot.
He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked forward to sex this much, and he couldn’t wait to see what Mr. Heiss had planned for him.
Sex was literally his job, but this…
It felt like something more.
Maybe it was the dancing. That kiss. It could also have been the leftover adrenaline from fighting an army of monsters or whatever else, but there was so much more.
It was a depth Indy wasn’t sure if he’d experienced before. It wasn’t merely a physical sensation, like the challenge of taking on a huge cock, but something powerful resonating within that he didn’t know how to measure.
Probably nothing.
He decided not to think about it too much. What mattered now was getting laid and getting laid quickly.
“Here.” Indy touched his thighs. “The prep spell. You just have to—”
“We may have need of it later, but for now…” Mr. Heiss ran his tongue over his top lip, sliding his hands over Indy’s. He pushed Indy’s legs abruptly apart. “I would prefer to prepare you myself.”
“Oh! Mmm, help yourself, sir.” Indy grinned.
Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hips and lifted his lower body right off the bed. His tail curled at Indy’s back, forcing his spine to arch as Mr. Heiss promptly shoved his face right between Indy’s legs.
“F-fuck!” Indy gasped, his arms flailing to brace himself in the new position.
The first hot press of Mr. Heiss’s tongue prompted a moan, and he relaxed, allowing Mr. Heiss to move him however he wished.
It wasn’t often that anyone wanted to take the time to indulge in foreplay, particularly if Indy was the one being pleasured.
He was not going to dare question it though, because holy shit.
Mr. Heiss’s tongue was thin at its forked tip but rapidly grew in girth along its impressive length. It lapped all around Indy’s hole and then up his taint to massage his sack. It curled around his balls, holding tight, and Mr. Heiss’s tongue returned to licking at Indy’s ass.
Wait.
But his tongue was still squeezing his balls and…
It was a second tongue.
And then there was a third.
While the first still held Indy’s balls, the other two were moving in tandem to work Indy’s hole over relentlessly. The thin tips were perfectly suited to slip inside and open him up, each one taking a turn to thrust before they moved together as one.
The resulting pressure was amazing, and Indy moaned as his asshole stretched to take on the thicker parts of the tongues.
He’d had dicks that didn’t feel this good, and he had no idea what to do with the rest of his body except lay right there and take it.
The tongues thrusting inside him pushed harder, deeper, and then one pulled back and curled upward in search of Indy’s prostate.
“A little more… Wait, ah… there! There, there, right there.” Indy’s lashes fluttered and he gasped, staring up at the vision of Mr. Heiss between his thighs as he devoured his ass.
Mr. Heiss’s eyes were bright, gazing right back at Indy with laser focus. He was clearly gauging Indy’s reaction to the strength and rhythm of his ministrations. After a few moments of observation, he responded by settling on the perfect combination to make Indy get louder and more frantic.
The tongue rubbing against Indy’s prostate pressed with the perfect amount of pressure, stroking at a steady pace with no signs of slowing or stopping.
The other was still thrusting, pushing so far inside now that Indy swore he’d be able to see his stomach moving soon.
The third tongue had released his sack to hold the base of Indy’s cock, its grip tightening and releasing to create a fantastic pulsing sensation.