25. CHAPTER #2
Mr. Heiss had not been expecting that, judging by his startled grunt and how quickly he grabbed Indy’s hips, even using his tail to hold him. His concern was brief, lost to a dramatic roll of his eyes, but he was smiling bigger now.
The crowd had gone absolutely wild, so Indy had to lean in and practically tongue Mr. Heiss’s ear to tease, “Why, hello, sir.”
“Hello.” Mr. Heiss smirked.
“You enjoy the show?”
“Yes. So much that I am demanding one in private. Right now.” Mr. Heiss picked Indy up, and Indy wrapped his legs around Mr. Heiss’s waist as he carried him away toward the private lounge in the back of the club.
The cheering turned into a roar, complete with whistles, clapping, and howls.
Indy laughed, peeking over Mr. Heiss and blowing kisses.
Well, if there had been any doubt about Mr. Heiss and Indy before, there certainly wouldn’t be now.
The lounge was a dark space of lush red velvet, mahogany, and brass hardware. No one else was here but the two of them, and Indy knew this was Mr. Heiss’s doing. It was usually packed, especially after one of his shows, but clearly Mr. Heiss wanted them to be alone.
“So.” Indy popped his tongue. “Just had to piss all over me, huh?”
Mr. Heiss scoffed. “Excuse me?”
“Okay, not literally, though just saying I could be persuaded.” Indy rubbed their noses together, swinging his legs as Mr. Heiss brought him over to an oversized sofa. “I meant you grabbing me like that in front of everyone. Marking your territory. Meow.”
Mr. Heiss hummed, sitting and hugging Indy close in his lap. “And if I was?”
“Not complaining. It’s cute.” Indy grinned. “You do realize no one is ever going to want to fuck me because they’re terrified of you, right? Or is it on purpose? I’ve been wondering and definitely thinking it’s on purpose now.”
Mr. Heiss looked positively angelic. “Never occurred to me.”
“Sure.” Indy rolled his eyes. “Now! Is this the part where I pretend you’ve bought me for the evening?” He tossed his head back and clutched at his brow, feigning distress. “I’ll have to make sure I please you or else you’ll give me a big, big spanking!”
“It’s the part where I fuck you on this couch, that table, and then that wall until you can’t move and I have to carry you home.”
“That. Yeah, let’s do that.” Indy laughed, leaning in to kiss Mr. Heiss.
There was a soft sound—something clattering.
Indy broke away from Mr. Heiss to see Dill trying to right a lamp he’d bumped into. He snorted out a laugh. “Hi, Dill.”
Dill grinned and made flapping motions with his hands.
“Not yet. I’m naked, Dill.”
Dill pouted, realized what was happening, and gasped as he covered his eyes.
“Bye, Dill.”
Dill vanished.
“Your pet is a nuisance,” Mr. Heiss grumbled.
“At least mine doesn’t start fires.”
“You’ve started more fires than Aodnait.”
“That is technically true, but—” Indy groaned as Mr. Heiss kissed him firmly.
Fine, they could argue later.
Indy slid his hands over Mr. Heiss’s shoulders, feeling the fabric melt away so he could scratch his nails into bare flesh. He kept his touch light at first, only a tease, because he knew what Mr. Heiss really wanted.
They’d get there.
Eventually.
Mr. Heiss kissed Indy hard and took full control. He thrust his tongue into Indy’s mouth, twisting it around his own as his tail dipped between Indy’s legs. The spaded tip teased around Indy’s hole, and Mr. Heiss growled low.
Indy could feel Mr. Heiss was already hard, and he gasped as Mr. Heiss rutted up against him. “Mmm, someone is feeling impatient, huh? Was it everyone watching me? Staring at me? Wishing they could fuck me?”
“Safe word?” Mr. Heiss ignored Indy’s question, but his eyes glowed brighter.
Oh, Indy knew that look.
That look meant a phenomenal pounding was in short order, and Indy could not wait.
It was nice to go slow and sweet sometimes, to experience a loving connection that would go for hours and end with them tenderly holding each other.
But other times, like right now when Mr. Heiss was staring him down like a juicy piece of steak?
Indy wanted to get fucked.
“Meat sack,” he replied immediately. “My safe word is meat sack, sir.”
“Prep spell,” Mr. Heiss snarled. “Now.”
It was a rare thing for Mr. Heiss to feel so amorous he’d give up the chance to prepare Indy personally, but Indy wasn’t going to complain. Maybe he was feeling a bit eager too.
Or horny.
Yeah, really horny.
Indy slid his hands to his thighs and squeezed three times, gasping as his body stretched open and grew wet.
It was the magical equivalent of poppers without any potential risks and the added benefit of a long-lasting lubrication.
He moaned as Mr. Heiss’s tail curled to press inside of him.
“Fuck, mmm, there, yeah, that, more of that.”
Mr. Heiss thrust his tail deep and hard, and the rest of his clothing disappeared. He dragged his claws over his chest, opening up four cuts that glittered with thick beads of blood. He squeezed Indy’s hips, urging him, “Go on. Do it.”
Indy popped his nail, spilling salt between them as he scrambled to collect it in his hand.
He started with a small pinch and smeared it across the first cut.
He howled when Mr. Heiss slammed his tail even deeper, gasping.
“Fuck, there we go.” He dragged more salt into the next cut. “There—ah, have some more.”
Mr. Heiss’s only reply was to fuck Indy faster and grit his teeth, snarling desperately.
Indy kept working his fingers over the first two cuts, panting as he rolled his body down to ride Mr. Heiss’s tail. The depth was perfect, and each flexing coil rubbed right up against his prostate and made him whimper.
“I need—” Mr. Heiss grunted, pulling out his tail. “I need you. Now.”
Indy quickly lifted himself off Mr. Heiss’s lap, and he groaned as Mr. Heiss thrust the head of his cock into his slick hole.
He sat right back down, gasping as each ring pushed inside.
The spell eased the way, even for something as thick as Mr. Heiss’s cock, and Indy returned to riding him just as hard as before.
“That’s it,” Mr. Heiss praised. “Show me how well you can take this cock.”
“I’m the best,” Indy declared, grabbing Mr. Heiss’s shoulders to brace himself. “I’ll fucking take it so good, sir.”
Mr. Heiss fanned his hands down Indy’s back, tracing its arch before grabbing firm handfuls of his ass. His tail slithered across Indy’s chest and curled around his nipple, catching it in a tight coil and squeezing in steady pulses. “Come on… More.”
Indy panted frantically, following the rhythm Mr. Heiss unknowingly set with each flick of his tail. Indy soon surpassed it, raising his hips higher so he could slam down with more force and speed. “God, fuck... Yes... Yes, there, there, there…!”
Fuck, it was incredible.
It was always so fucking incredible.
Indy flexed his muscles every time Mr. Heiss bottomed out to increase the sensations, loving how each ring on Mr. Heiss’s cock rubbed perfectly against his inner walls.
He was sweating, his skin ablaze, and he fought to keep going.
It was only once his legs turned to noodles that he realized an intense fuck after dancing all night may not have been the best idea.
Good thing he was no damn quitter.
He sat fully on Mr. Heiss’s cock, using the muscles of his lower back and hips to grind. The fullness made him groan, and he tried again to follow Mr. Heiss’s lead, his body trembling. “Fuck, ah… Sir…”
“I’ve got you,” Mr. Heiss purred. “Don’t worry.
” He smirked, and black tendrils slithered out from his sides.
He wrapped them around Indy’s waist and thighs to lift him a few inches off his lap.
Another snaked forward to coil around Indy’s cock and give it a greedy squeeze as he grabbed Indy’s hips and thrust up into him.
Indy hadn’t seen the tendril things since Mr. Heiss’s transformation at the battle—good to know he could bring those out at will, considering their current occupation.
“Oh God!” Indy moaned blissfully, smiling from ear to ear as Mr. Heiss pounded him ferociously. His entire body shook from each slam, but the black coils and Mr. Heiss’s strong hold kept him from teetering over. He was getting close, and the tendril jerking him off sounded so fucking wet.
“Mmm, I can feel you getting tighter,” Mr. Heiss taunted. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Uh-huh… Gonna fuckin’ bust… all over you, sir…”
“Do it then. Come on.” Mr. Heiss doubled his efforts, his thighs smacking against Indy’s ass as he drilled into him.
Indy squirmed happily, fucking into the tight grip of the coils as Mr. Heiss continued to relentlessly fuck him.
He lost himself there for several moments, savoring the pressure and sweet ache only Mr. Heiss could give him.
The heat rose quickly, burning through his loins, and Indy screamed when it finally boiled over. “Coming, fucking coming!”
“That’s it. Get it. There you go.” Mr. Heiss snarled like an absolute animal, directing each hot pulse across the cuts on his chest. “Ah… Yes. Give it to me.”
Indy dragged his fingers through the mess, rubbing it through the cuts he’d neglected earlier. “Fuck yeah, there… It’s yours. Mmm, it’s all yours, sir.”
Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hair to drag him into a heated kiss, the fierce thrusting slowing but certainly not stopping. He seemed content for now to enjoy the dwindling clench of Indy’s body around his cock and suck greedily on his tongue.
Indy hugged Mr. Heiss’s neck, the tendrils lowering him but not letting go. He pressed close to Mr. Heiss and shamelessly rubbed against his raw chest to hear him groan.
“Little minx.” Mr. Heiss nipped at Indy’s lower lip.
“What? No filthy sack of blood?” Indy laughed. “Useless human flesh thing? Waste of bones?”