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Mr. Heiss chuckled, a low and deep sound not too unlike his growling. He finally withdrew his tongues and his invisible touch receded, though his tail remained firmly on Indy’s dick as he lowered Indy’s hips down to the bed. He shifted forward and bowed his head to lap Indy’s come from his stomach. “Oh, Sonnenschein…”

Indy squirmed and moaned. “Wh-what?”

“We have only begun.”

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.