12. CHAPTER #2
Mr. Heiss, for once, was on the same page and set a fantastic pace, slamming into Indy’s ass and pounding him into the bed.
The frame creaked and groaned, a screeching symphony punctuated by a chorus of Indy’s desperate cries.
The rings added a new depth to each thrust that made Indy want to scream and beg for it to never end, and he spread his legs as wide as he could to take Mr. Heiss deeper into his body.
Holy shit, it was good.
It was so fucking good.
Indy was nothing more than a perfect little toy for Mr. Heiss to fuck, and he didn’t have to do anything except lie there and take it.
And God, yes, how he fucking took it. He breathed through the throb, kept himself spread open wide, and screamed senseless things to the ceiling.
He didn’t think any of it was even intelligible, but he couldn’t not sing Mr. Heiss’s praises while he was absolutely destroying Indy’s hole with that perfect cock.
“Salt,” Mr. Heiss growled.
Indy didn’t think he’d heard him correctly. “What?”
“The salt. In your nail.” Mr. Heiss clawed his own chest, opening up four long cuts that revealed open flesh but did not bleed. “Here.”
Indy flicked his thumb over the nail of his ring finger, hesitating. “But it’s going to hurt—”
“That’s the fucking point,” Mr. Heiss cut in. His eyes were wild, bright, and his entire body trembled. The air all around them seemed to glimmer like a mirage on a hot day, but the source of the heat was entirely Mr. Heiss.
Indy was stunned to see such an openly unhinged level of desire, but he was more than happy to oblige. He’d never considered himself a particularly sadistic person, but he did enjoy pleasing his partners, and yes, okay, he might like hurting Mr. Heiss a little tiny bit.
Maybe more than a tiny bit.
Fuck it.
“Yes, sir.” Indy cracked his nail and let the salt spill and pool into a pile next to them. He grabbed a pinch and then reached up to rub it across the first cut.
Mr. Heiss let out a blissful snarl, and his tail snapped across the bed. He slammed into Indy hard enough to shake the bed, panting like an animal. “More.”
Indy grabbed more salt and went for the second cut, crying out as Mr. Heiss pounded his body even harder.
He thought he might break, but the ecstasy that followed as Mr. Heiss’s cock vibrated was more than a welcome balm to the ache.
He could feel each and every ring as they moved inside of him, and he had never experienced anything like this.
The flawless fucking was second only to the vision of Mr. Heiss falling apart before him.
Out of breath, flushed, desperate.
It was a good look on him.
Indy salted the other cuts, went back for more, but soon he couldn’t grab a single grain because Mr. Heiss was right on top of him and thrusting mercilessly. Indy screamed, curling his legs around Mr. Heiss and hanging on for dear life.
There was a flutter, and Indy realized Mr. Heiss’s wings were out.
Gorgeous, broken, burning eternally.
Indy snapped his eyes back to Mr Heiss’s face. Yes, his wings were beautiful, but it was his blissed-out expression that was truly captivating.
Soft, eager, so full of yearning and something earnest Indy couldn’t name.
Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy under his back and forced him to arch off the bed, his giant hands easily holding him and pulling him down to meet his thrusts. He bowed his head, and two of his tongues flicked out to tease over Indy’s nipple.
Indy kept one hand spread over Mr. Heiss’s wounds, crying out with every fierce slam.
He used his other arm to prop himself up, determined to make the best of this position and increase the already amazing pressure.
He loved how Mr. Heiss held him, how he fucked him like an absolute beast, and the sounds he made when Indy twisted his fingers to push the salt in deeper would live rent free in Indy’s head forever.
Mr. Heiss suddenly reared back, grabbing Indy and then twisting him over while Indy was still speared on his cock.
Indy squealed, startled by the quickness and the resulting sensations of literally being spun around on a giant cock.
His face went down into the bed, his ass up, and he screamed as Mr. Heiss pounded his ass just as furiously as before.
The pressure skirted pain, an intensity that made Indy’s eyes tear up and his muscles ache.
He yelped as something whipped across his ass—Mr. Heiss’s tail—and cried out again when it snapped the other cheek.
Mr. Heiss was fucking him like it was a punishment, his claws pricking Indy’s hips as he slammed him back on his dick relentlessly.
Indy didn’t think anyone had ever given it to him like this, and he would certainly be feeling this for days.
He was shaking wildly, sobbing and tender, and he could barely draw enough breath to scream.
But no.
Fuck this.
He wasn’t some helpless pillow princess.
He was Indigo fucking Summers, and he was the best monster fucker there was.
Indy growled as he pushed up on his hands, arching his spine and falling into rhythm with Mr. Heiss, fucking himself back on his cock with renewed vigor.
He squeezed down as hard as he could until he heard Mr. Heiss gasp and stayed clenched like that as he kept going.
He shifted his feet so they were now under him and his legs were bent in a crouch.
Yes, it looked a little like a frog, but it gave him more leverage to throw his weight into each slam.
Mr. Heiss gasped again, a truly startled sound, and Indy fought against his body’s protests to take charge and use Mr. Heiss’s dick like it was his own personal toy.
He bounced, took it all the way so he could grind, and then slammed back all over again.
He growled from the exertion, but he refused to slow down even for a moment.
He was going to rock this demon’s fucking world.
“Look at you,” Mr. Heiss groaned. “So, so very perfect.”
Perfect.
Yes.
Damn right he was.
“Except…”
Oh, what now?
Indy grunted as Mr. Heiss shoved him flat against the bed, turning him on his side.
One leg went up on Mr. Heiss’s shoulder as he straddled the one left on the bed.
Indy squirmed, trying to turn, but Mr. Heiss was now right on top of him.
He was grateful for being so flexible, his leg easily contorting to the new position, and he gazed up at Mr. Heiss, whining. “What, sir? What did I do?”
“Except you’re only to take what I give you, remember? Mmm, some other time I’ll let you play, but right now we’re doing what I want.”
“But sir—” Indy cried out as Mr. Heiss set a new pace, rough and more brutal than before. This angle made Indy think he was going to be split right in half, and any of his other arguments were lost in his screams.
Holy fuck, that was fucking good.
“There,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Take it, Sonnenschein. Just fucking take it.”
Indy’s brain simply shut off, with only necessary functions like breathing left operating. He let himself submit and become nothing but an obedient sleeve for Mr. Heiss’s cock, and there was something so freeing in finally letting go.
All he had to do was take it, yes.
Take Mr. Heiss’s cock like a good boy.
He became aware that Mr. Heiss’s thrusting was becoming more erratic and sloppy, distantly thinking that he must be close.
Another orgasm for himself had been the last thing on his mind, but then he felt Mr. Heiss’s invisible hand pushing inside of him and squeezing his prostate, prompting a new scream.
The pressure was inescapable, fueled by Mr. Heiss’s impossible grip, and Indy clawed helplessly at the bed.
“There you go,” Mr. Heiss soothed, his tone somehow comforting and mocking in the same breath. “Fucking take it. Mm, go on. Go on and come for me. Come on my fucking cock.”
Indy let it happen, the release surging through him like the eruption of a volcano.
He was coming untouched, his loins on fire and every muscle melting as his orgasm consumed him entirely.
It was bolstered by a new rush of heat inside of his hole, Mr. Heiss’s load filling him, and the resulting tension against his inner walls was absolutely euphoric.
Fuck, it felt like…
Indy was still coming.
His cock had nothing left to give, but he could still feel it.
Pulse after pulse, powerful quivers that left him trapped in a seemingly endless prison of bliss.
He writhed, his body still helpless to resist, and he gritted his teeth, determined to do exactly as Mr. Heiss commanded and fucking take it.
He wasn’t going to safe word.
He wasn’t going to fucking stop.
He would take it all.
The good feelings steered toward torment, but Indy still refused to give up.
Mr. Heiss kept fucking him and the strange feeling of his endless climax continued as Mr. Heiss’s hand refused to let go, but Indy steadied his breathing, focused on controlling his body, and remained perfectly pliant.
He wasn’t a man anymore, merely a malleable vessel for Mr. Heiss to mold however he wished to sate his lust.
Indy lost all sense of time, his mind drifting and only returning to the present when Mr. Heiss roared.
Fuck, Mr. Heiss was coming again.
Indy thought he might have been, too, but it was impossible to be sure of anything when his previous climax felt like it had never stopped. The current swell was marked by stronger pulses, a sweet throb, and—finally—a slow, syrupy descent as the powerful grip inside Indy’s body receded.
Indy wheezed as he struggled to breathe normally, his head ringing and mouth dry. He was covered in sweat, tears, and various other fluids, and the satisfaction resonating within him made him want to never leave this bed ever again.
“I’ve got you,” Mr. Heiss whispered. “Mein Sonnenschein, I’ve got you.”
“Holy fuck,” Indy whispered in reply, his voice hoarse. “Holy… fuck.”
Could humans become puddles?
Turn liquid?
Because it certainly felt like he had.