25. CHAPTER #3
“Mein Sonnenschein,” Mr. Heiss replied, smiling as he tipped Indy back so his upper body rested on the table behind him. His tail and tendrils grabbed Indy’s waist to ensure he wouldn’t fall, and Mr. Heiss reared back and slammed with enough force that Indy’s vision whited out.
Holy fuck, yes, please.
Indy grabbed the edge of the table above his head as Mr. Heiss spread him like a feast, crying out with each brutal thrust. There was a pause between them, just enough for Indy to gasp in a breath and prepare to scream for the next.
It was sinfully devastating—it hurt in the sweetest way, the aching bliss thrumming in the wake of every thrust diluting the pain before it became too much. Indy surrendered to the steamy onslaught, letting himself feel and appreciate the individual seconds as they ticked by.
Time seemed to slow down, moving at a pace that allowed Indy to study Mr. Heiss in rapturous detail. The glow of his bright eyes, the gleam of sweat, blood, and come on his skin, and the flex of his powerful muscles as he drove into Indy again and again.
“Do you want more, hmm?” Mr. Heiss dared to pull almost all the way out and tease Indy with a shallow thrust, flashing a sharp grin. “I wonder… How much can you take?”
“Whatever you give me,” Indy answered without hesitation. “I can take anything.”
Mr. Heiss hummed thoughtfully as he withdrew.
Indy fussed at being left empty, but he was curious what Mr. Heiss had in mind. He lifted his head so he could watch Mr. Heiss stroking his cock. He saw the piercings melting away and was about to protest, but then Mr. Heiss’s cock split.
Into two cocks.
Maybe split was the wrong word because that implied halving something with some sort of equal distribution.
It was more accurate to say Mr. Heiss’s cock had doubled because there were two of them, and they were both absolutely huge.
One was nestled on top of the other, and Mr. Heiss’s hand could barely wrap around them both.
“Still think so?” Mr. Heiss asked.
“Yup. Gimme.” Indy nodded frantically. “Yes, fuck, please. Please, please, please—”
Mr. Heiss laughed, sliding his arms under Indy to lift him from the table. “Patience.”
“Patience? Don’t know her.” Indy whined as Mr. Heiss carried him to the nearest wall. “Sir, please. Sir, I need you to shove those cocks in my ass and fuck me until I can’t move. Please. Pretty please?”
“Mmm.” Mr. Heiss pushed into Indy’s space, his claws pricking Indy’s thighs as his tail—or maybe one of the tendrils—pushed those big cocks against Indy’s wet, soft hole. He waited until Indy opened his mouth to speak again and then slammed them both inside. “Yes.”
Indy screamed in pleasure, the stretch powerful enough to bring tears to his eyes and leave him completely stunned. He gathered enough mental synapses to send off a quick prayer of thanks to whatever witch or god or whoever had made this prep spell so he could take all this fantastic dick.
Mr. Heiss pulled Indy down on his cocks and fucked him hard enough to bounce Indy for every thrust. He held Indy as if he weighed nothing, effortlessly using his hole like a sex toy and completely ravaging him.
Indy was impossibly full, pushed to his absolute limit, and he dug his nails into Mr. Heiss’s back.
“More,” Mr. Heiss commanded, and Indy’s fingers tingled.
Indy spared a quick glance at his hand to see his cute blue bubble nails had been turned into pointed tips of cloudy quartz crystal—wait, no.
Salt.
With a grin, Indy raked his nails over Mr. Heiss’s back and relished in the responding howl and new wave of merciless pounding.
Mr. Heiss growled again, a low and dangerous rumble, and his skin shifted as more black tendrils swept over him. The eyes were back, blinking everywhere and gleaming like stars, but Mr. Heiss flinched, his brutal rhythm faltering.
A few of the eyes abruptly vanished, and Indy was able to rub two brain cells together to figure out Mr. Heiss was fighting his transformation.
“Don’t,” Indy croaked. “Let me see you. All of you.”
Mr. Heiss’s face contorted in confusion and then melted into something divine, his smile adoring. “I’m yours.” He kissed Indy. “I’m all yours, Sonnenschein.”
Indy moaned against Mr. Heiss’s lips, grateful for the return to the earlier rhythm that had him whimpering. He watched Mr. Heiss’s body change in seconds, the eyeballs blinking wildly as they, along with the black tendrils, spread over every inch of him.
It was terrifying but beautiful, and Indy couldn’t look away from the wondrous sight of a demon—a fallen angel—fucking him.
He could barely even scream because getting fucked this hard literally took his breath away.
Still, he fought to gasp in as much oxygen as he could to power his rambling sobs as he dug into Mr. Heiss’s back with his nails of salt.
“Yes, that’s it! Just like that! Mmm, you like that, sir?
God, you like fucking my tight little hole with your big fat cocks? You wanna fucking breed me?”
Mr. Heiss increased in both strength and speed, not even reacting when something fell off the wall and shattered a few feet away.
“Fuck yes, I do. Your slutty hole feels so good. Gonna breed you so full, make sure you know it is mine and only mine.” He punctuated the declaration with a cruel slam.
“You’ll feel me and what I did inside of you for the rest of the fucking night. ”
“Fuck! Yes!” Indy couldn’t explain why Mr. Heiss being so possessive was getting him this hot, but he was too close to coming again to care. It happened fast, his body suddenly right on the edge, and there was nothing he could do but cry, “Yours! It’s fucking yours! It’s all fucking yours!”
He was startled by how much he meant it—but why would he ever want anyone else when Mr. Heiss fucked like an absolute god?
“Come for me,” Mr. Heiss commanded, his tendrils seeking out Indy’s cock where it was pinned between their bodies. “Right now. You can come for me, can’t you? Be a good boy.”
“I’m so close!” Indy wailed frantically as every muscle seized up and that beautiful rush waved over him. “I’m, I’m right—” He screamed as he came, his cock spilling in thick pulses as he clenched down on Mr. Heiss’s cocks. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
“Yeah, fucking come for me,” Mr. Heiss snarled, fucking Indy through it in hard thrusts. There were only a few more and he was right behind him, filling Indy’s hole with a roar.
Indy whimpered, his lashes fluttering as the rush of two loads created even more fantastic pressure. He didn’t know if he was still coming or if he’d had another orgasm—either was possible with Mr. Heiss—but he had absolutely nothing left to give once the last spasm left him.
He was hot, buzzing down to his toes, and he collapsed against Mr. Heiss as he waited for the ability to use language to return. His pulse was still racing away, throbbing in his chest and down between his legs, and he didn’t think he’d ever been this truly fucked out.
“Raph… Wow. Just… fucking wow. Wow.”
Ah, yes.
Poetry.
“I concur,” Mr. Heiss panted, his hold trembling as he carried Indy back to the couch. He gracelessly flopped into the cushions and held Indy close. He kissed along Indy’s jaw and neck. “Are you all right?” he asked gently.
“Me? Oh, I’m fabulous.” Indy gurgled out a laugh. “My asshole has its own heartbeat, my balls are completely drained, and yeah, wow.”
Mr. Heiss cupped Indy’s chin, scolding, “Indy.”
“Yes, I’m fine. Gonna be sore, but it’s nothing a hot shower, some drugs, and rum and Dr Pepper can’t fix.”
“Where to then?”
“Home.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Yours.” Indy smiled as he remembered the special gift he had waiting for Mr. Heiss. “I still have to give you your surprise. And no, it’s not donuts, RuPaul, or sex.”
“Is there anything else?” Mr. Heiss pretended to wonder out loud, sarcasm dripping from every word. “What could it possibly be? What more is there to life?”
“Shut up and help me go find my thong.”
“This is stupid.”
“It is not stupid.”
“It is not going to work.” Mr. Heiss eyed the cardboard box in Indy’s arms hatefully.
Inside was—what else—a mourning dove.
They were at Mr. Heiss’s home, the hidden one, standing outside in the woods.
Securing a bird to be a potential immortal companion for another immortal bird had been startlingly easy.
Learning how to make the perfect home for one took a few hours of searching the internet and a trip to the local pet store.
Keeping it all a secret from Mr. Heiss hadn’t been easy, but seeing the look on Mr. Heiss’s face right now was worth it.
Yes, he was grumpy, but there was something else hiding in his gaze.
Hope.
Indy had already set up the new bird bath right outside the bedroom window, one with a wide but shallow basin because he’d read doves liked those best. The bird feeder was a big mesh tray since doves preferred ground feeding, and he’d placed it a few feet away from the bird bath but still in view from the window.
He’d even ordered food specifically formulated for doves.