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Aodnait screeched as she tackled Murray, waiting for that perfect moment for him to open his mouth to breathe fire. That’s when she slammed her fist into Murray’s throat, bypassing whatever part made that fire and stuffing the Dill-ball with Indy inside as deep as she could.

Which was really deep.

She was immune, being made of fire herself, and her own flames acted as a shield around Dill so Murray’s never even touched him. She had to eventually let go though, and Indy realized he had a whole new problem.

Namely that a dragon’s stomach acid worked fast.

Really fast.

Indy closed his eyes, cringing as he felt hot, wet muscle closing around him as Dill’s protective greenery dissolved. He was glad he couldn’t see anything at least, squeezing his eyes shut. He tucked his body in as tightly as he could and hissed as the hot liquid gushed around him and burned horribly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he had to keep going, he couldn’t give up, he would never give up, not fucking ever.

And now…

“Grow?”

“Dill! Fucking grow.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

Indy wasn’t sure what to expect.

It was going to be gross, that was for sure.

How gross…?

Well, it wouldn’t be long now.

He felt Dill’s mass around him expanding and twisting, but he couldn’t see a damn thing because obviously there were no lights inside a dragon’s stomach. He grunted in pain as another wave of acid washed over him, and he had no idea how much longer this was going to—

Pop.

Like a fucking balloon being poked with a needle, the side of Murray’s abdomen split open as Dill burst right out of it. Indy hit the ground in a flood of various fluids, fleshy chunks, and a thick coating of gummy, half-dissolved greenery.

Indy immediately hurled.

Strong arms wrapped around Indy’s middle, dragging him out of the muck. “Indy! You absolute fucking moron!”

“Oh! Hey, baby.” Indy groaned, and his legs wobbled as he struggled to stand. He turned his head to throw up again. Once he was done heaving, he wiped off his mouth and grinned up at Mr. Heiss. “Miss me? Wanna make out?”

Mr. Heiss had reverted to his normal demon body, though a few of the strange eyes lingered in his skin as he pulled Indy in for a tight hug. He cradled him against his chest, his voice strained as he whispered, “You are so, so fucking stupid.”

“God, I love how you talk dirty to me.”

“You smell awful.”

Indy actually laughed. “So, no tongue?”

“Explain to me why you didn’t tell Dill to jump down Murray’s throat on his own. Why did you have to be inside him too? Only one of you is already dead, you beautiful little idiot.”

“Okay, uh…” Indy paused, and then his grin turned sheepish. “So, first of all, fuck you. Maybe I wanted to be heroic, and yes, maybe I didn’t think about that in the heat of the moment. And second of all, jealous of me being inside another man? Really?”

“Shut up.” Mr. Heiss grunted and gave Indy another firm squeeze.

“Ugh, careful. I might puke.”

“I don’t care. I am holding you.”