11. CHAPTER #3
Indy let himself get louder so there was no mistaking how much he was enjoying this, and he twisted his fingers into the sheets as his legs fell farther apart.
The sounds of Mr. Heiss and his multiple tongues were bordering on obscene, and listening to it happening was nearly as arousing as the physical action.
Here was Mr. Heiss, the cold and cruel demon, absolutely ravenous as he feasted on Indy’s asshole.
Indy was open, wet, and his balls throbbed with want for relief.
He could feel himself approaching the edge of what would surely be an awesome climax, but Mr. Heiss’s current efforts, while wonderful, were not enough to give him one.
He needed more. He clenched around Mr. Heiss’s tongues to gain additional friction and tried to grind forward.
Fuck, still not enough.
He moved again.
Fuck.
Mr. Heiss promptly spanked his ass.
The sting only made Indy want to come more, and he dared to roll his hips, grinding with more purpose and riding Mr. Heiss’s face. “Sir, please… Please, please, fucking pretty please. I want to come. Please. I’ll come so fucking hard for you, please.”
Mr. Heiss grunted, perhaps a positive sound because he did allow Indy to keep moving.
But only for so long.
Another spanking made Indy gasp, and he slapped the bed in his frustration. “Sir!”
Mr. Heiss removed his tail from Indy’s back.
Indy sagged against the bed, still teetering there on the edge and desperate for completion as Mr. Heiss continued to downright leisurely fuck his tongues in and out of Indy’s hole.
It was torture—sweet, wonderful torture—and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before resorting to begging again.
Mr. Heiss guided his tail along Indy’s thigh and up his hip before finding a home curled around the base of Indy’s cock. It slid upward and then back down, stroking as the pointed tip teased at the wetness pooling in Indy’s slit. The coils moved slowly, so fucking slowly, and Indy wanted to scream.
But then Mr. Heiss moved his hand.
And his hand was inside of Indy.
Long fingers squeezing around his prostate at absolutely impossible angles, slipping around his balls and around inside his cock—how?
Indy could feel Mr. Heiss’s hands still holding his hip and thigh as his tongues kept at their glorious work, but yet there was a third invisible hand doing unspeakable things deep within Indy’s body.
He thought back to how Mr. Heiss grabbed him before without actually touching him, and he swore there had been an anime like this.
Whatever.
It felt weird but good, so fucking good, and Indy’s cries were choked and frantic as the ever-rising pressure threatened to shut off his brain.
He could barely breathe because he had to sob so often, his skin burned white-hot and blazed down to his bones, and every muscle wound up tight in preparation for release.
He could actually see dribbles of precome being forced out from his slit as Mr. Heiss’s fingers probed the inside of his cock, and he whined, gritting his teeth tight. “Pl-please… Please!”
Mr. Heiss growled, and the sound resonated through his invisible hand and right into Indy’s very core. The rumbling continued, growing into a powerful vibration, and the entire room seemed to pulsate with it.
Indy didn’t understand how it was possible, but soon his entire body was buzzing, too, hips jerking wildly in Mr. Heiss’s strong grip. He could feel it, fucking taste it, and he knew he was about to lose it. “I’m gonna come! Gonna come! I, I need to fucking come, let me come, let me—”
Mr. Heiss roared.
Indy screamed as he came, his cock pulsing so hard that it burned.
The feeling echoed throughout his entire body as he spasmed, twisting and writhing against the bed.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, driven by Mr. Heiss’s multiple tongues and hands and so many fingers, and Indy knew he’d never had any orgasm in his entire life that could compare to this one.
It simply didn’t seem to end.
On and on it went, pulsing fast and hard before finally descending to steady flickers of bliss.
Indy gasped for breath between each one, shuddering as he tried to get his brain to operate beyond mewling pitifully.
He blinked to clear his vision and realized he’d been crying.
He hastily swiped the heel of his hand over his eyes, groaning low as he waited for Mr. Heiss to stop.
But he didn’t.
Yes, he had slowed down, but Mr. Heiss hadn’t stopped.
Pangs of overstimulation threatened to ruin Indy’s afterglow, and he wiggled, protesting, “Hey! I don’t know if, ah, you noticed? But I already came. Ah, so, you can… stop.”
Mr. Heiss chuckled, a low and deep sound not too unlike his growling.
He finally withdrew his tongues and his invisible touch receded, though his tail remained firmly on Indy’s dick as he lowered Indy’s hips down to the bed.
He shifted forward and bowed his head to lap Indy’s come from his stomach. “Oh, Sonnenschein…”
Indy squirmed and moaned. “Wh-what?”
“We have only begun.”