12. CHAPTER
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Indy would have called bullshit on just about anyone else, but he didn’t think Mr. Heiss was the type to joke about sex. Well, about anything really.
Still, he had to ask, “So, when you say we have only begun or whatever, are you—”
“Very serious.”
“How did you know I was gonna ask if you were serious? Maybe I was gonna ask if you were planning to fuck me with your tail.”
“Later.” Mr. Heiss grinned as he grabbed Indy, rolling over and switching their positions. “Now, be a good boy and come here.”
Indy inhaled sharply, now straddling Mr. Heiss’s chest. Before he even had a chance to breathe out, Mr. Heiss pulled him up to sit right on his face. “Ah, fuck.”
Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s ass, one cheek in each hand as his tongue plunged back inside of his hole. It was only one for now, but it quickly got to work thrusting hard and fast.
“Mmph, fuck. Hey, ah, c’mon.” Indy moaned, his body trembling.
Mr. Heiss’s only reply was to add a second tongue.
“Oh my God.” Indy smacked the wall and tried bracing himself on the headboard. Judging by the grip Mr. Heiss had on his ass, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and Indy had no idea what his goal was.
Pleasure?
Torture?
Driving him completely insane?
Maybe all of the above, but it was difficult to think with Mr. Heiss’s tongues thrusting in tandem and doing unspeakable things to his prostate. Indy could do little else except take it, writhing and powerless to escape because of how Mr. Heiss held him so tightly.
This was good.
Mr. Heiss was helping him be good by making sure he couldn’t get away.
And that’s what Indy wanted, wasn’t it? To be good for Mr. Heiss?
The idea of finding praise through obedience wasn’t new to Indy considering his line of work, but having it actually mean something was. He genuinely wanted to please Mr. Heiss, to be rewarded for those efforts, and that desire drove him onward to accept everything Mr. Heiss gave him.
He tipped his head forward to rest against the wall, still clinging to the headboard as he felt the impossible build of another orgasm.
His skin burned, his loins throbbed, and he let out a startled cry when Mr. Heiss’s tail wrapped back around his dick.
He bucked and longed to pull away, and he had to consciously focus on staying as he was.
With the demon mob boss of Somerstown absolutely feasting on his ass.
Indy squeezed the headboard tighter when Mr. Heiss added a third tongue and a fourth gave his balls a firm tug. The new tension was overwhelming, and Indy’s toes curled, his thighs tensing. He had an impressive libido, but he still couldn’t believe he was about to climax again so soon.
He’d bedded many a monster with some amazing bedroom skills, but this was a whole other level.
Mr. Heiss worked his tongues like a machine, relentless and rhythmic, like a thrusting piston in some insane fuck engine. He kneaded Indy’s ass, urging him to move now and ride his face as he growled low.
“Ah, ah, f-fuck! Fuck!” Indy couldn’t say much else but curses, each one punched out of him by a swipe of Mr. Heiss’s tongues.
He let his body tilt forward and grind, fucking himself on those wonderful slippery muscles as Mr. Heiss’s tail jerked him off.
He dropped his head against the wall again and grabbed Mr. Heiss’s horns, following Mr. Heiss’s guiding touch to fuck himself on his face.
Indy was vaguely aware that Mr. Heiss no longer had his jacket or shirt on because he could feel hot skin against his own, but it was hard to appreciate any of that right now since his face was busy drooling against the wall.
How could anyone eat ass like it was truly their favorite dish on the entire damn planet and they never ever wanted to stop?
He’d had cocks with giant knots that didn’t fuck him half this well, and his moans grew more hoarse and needy.
The world had vanished except for where the two of them were joined and the resulting heat that was currently dominating his senses.
He panted against the wall, his eyes shut tight, and his voice strained as he sobbed.
“I’m… ah… fuck, fuck me, fuck… ah, there… I’m…”
Mr. Heiss snarled in reply, increasing the pace and vibrating his many tongues. Each one had a different strength and particular pattern, but it was the tongue whose buzz resembled a jackhammer that Mr. Heiss drove into Indy’s prostate as he stroked Indy’s cock faster and faster.
So much stimulation flirted with agony, but Indy couldn’t help but be in awe of it. It felt strangely worshipful, even reverent, and Indy gave himself over to it completely. This would be how he was good. Yes, he would take what Mr. Heiss gave him and he would be so fucking good.
There.
Yes, fuck.
He was coming.
Indy’s climax sent sparks soaring across his vision, and his first moan was barely a gasp.
He breathed in deep to power a scream as each slam of Mr. Heiss’s tongue forced out another thick pulse, and he couldn’t hold himself up as the overstimulation rattled him down to his bones.
Indy’s upper body collapsed against the wall, and he whimpered as Mr. Heiss chose to keep going.
This beautiful bastard.
“Mr. H-Heiss... I…” Indy summoned his strength to try arching back in the other direction, but there was no way to break free.
He was trapped there with Mr. Heiss still actively probing his hole, his balls tight and cock sticky from his release.
He didn’t know if he’d died and gone to heaven or hell, but he figured it could have been either.
Maybe both.
The next orgasm was faster, a series of short jerks Indy could barely distinguish between.
He wasn’t sure if his cock had anything left to spill, but his hips still spasmed as if he did.
Dry or not, it was as powerful as his previous releases.
Each blissful pang was immense, his limbs left twitching involuntarily, and he had no control over the howl that came out of him.
God.
Yes, Mr. Heiss was an absolute fucking god.
After several long moments of Indy whimpering, Mr. Heiss finally withdrew and eased him down to sit on his chest. He ran his tongues all around his mouth before each one slipped back inside, his eyes glittering as he stared up at Indy. “Mmm, such a very, very good boy.”
“Thank you, sir.” Indy was surprised he knew how to speak right now. “Thank you.”
“I love watching the way you move. I imagine you’ll be as beautiful getting fucked as you are when you dance.” Mr. Heiss sat up, sliding Indy into his lap. He held Indy close, his tail and hands fanning over his back and sides to support him as Mr. Heiss pressed a deep kiss to his lips.
Indy remained pliant, using the reserve of his energy to pour himself into that kiss.
His body was wrung out, and there were lingering tremors tingling in his hands and his face.
He was surprised that Mr. Heiss was such a generous lover.
In his experience, most monsters were not exactly concerned with his pleasure.
Mr. Heiss had seemed consumed by it, unhinged, and Indy couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
At the moment, Mr. Heiss appeared content to make out.
Which was fine.
Mr. Heiss was a great kisser, passionate and slow, only dipping one of his tongues into Indy’s mouth at a time and holding him close.
Just fine.
Except Indy wanted more.
Three orgasms should have been enough, but he was soon hungry for a new connection. He wanted Mr. Heiss inside him, claiming him, filling him up as Indy howled his name. He needed to feel each and every single one of those rings as Mr. Heiss fucked him absolutely senseless.
“Mr. Heiss,” Indy whispered, daring to break the kiss. “Please. Sir.”
Mr. Heiss smiled. “Please, what?”
“Please,” Indy insisted frantically. “I want you.”
“Aw, don’t worry yourself so, Sonnenschein,” Mr. Heiss teased in a low, rumbling tone.
“I’m going to take such good care of you.
” He laid Indy down and then kneeled between his legs, grabbing his hips.
He lifted his ass up into his lap, using his tail to guide the head of his cock against Indy’s wet hole.
There must have been some magic of Mr. Heiss’s own making, because this wasn’t simply spit. It was slippery and thick, dripping down Indy’s inner thighs, some sort of lubrication that Indy himself had certainly not provided but was grateful for considering what was coming next.
He kept the rest of his body limp, only moving his hips to arch them upward.
He groaned when Mr. Heiss pressed inside, and even with all the vigorous prep and lubricant, the stretch burned.
He stayed relaxed, calling on years of experience to breathe through it and open up for Mr. Heiss.
The first ring popping inside felt strange but pleasant, and he moaned as the next two caught before slipping in.
Mr. Heiss pulled back out almost all the way.
The retreat of the rings was just as intense, and Indy whimpered. “Sir…”
“You’re taking me so well,” Mr. Heiss said sweetly. “You’re such a very good boy.”
Indy smiled, gasping when Mr. Heiss pushed back in to the fourth ring.
In this position, he swore he could see his stomach moving from the sheer size of Mr. Heiss’s cock even at this shallow depth.
The ache was heavy, grounding, and the sensations created from the rings rubbing against his inner walls were exquisite.
“Can you take more for me?” Mr. Heiss asked. “Can you take it all?”
“Yes, sir. Yes! Mmm, please.”
Five.
“Good boy,” Mr. Heiss murmured, squeezing Indy’s hips.
“Good, yes… ah… That’s all I want to be. So good.”
Six.
“Such a good boy for me. You’re perfect.”
“Perfect.”
Seven.
There was a definite bulge where Mr. Heiss was now fully sheathed inside of him, and Indy stared at it dumbly, completely transfixed.
He was stuffed, his hole throbbing, but it wasn’t painful.
He felt sensitive and hot and twitchy, but the only thought rattling through his brain was getting Mr. Heiss to move that giant dick and fuck him already.