Page 91 of Demons Dig Donuts

How could anyone eat ass like it was truly their favorite dish on the entire damn planet and they never ever wanted to stop?

He’d had cocks with giant knots that didn’t fuck him half this well, and his moans grew more hoarse and needy. The world had vanished except for where the two of them were joined and the resulting heat that was currently dominating his senses. He panted against the wall, his eyes shut tight, and his voice strained as he sobbed. “I’m… ah… fuck, fuck me, fuck… ah, there… I’m…”

Mr. Heiss snarled in reply, increasing the pace and vibrating his many tongues. Each one had a different strength and particular pattern, but it was the tongue whose buzz resembled a jackhammer that Mr. Heiss drove into Indy’s prostate as he stroked Indy’s cock faster and faster.

So much stimulation flirted with agony, but Indy couldn’t help but be in awe of it. It felt strangely worshipful, even reverent, and Indy gave himself over to it completely. This would be how he was good. Yes, he would take what Mr. Heiss gave him and he would be so fucking good.

There.

Yes, fuck.

He was coming.

Indy’s climax sent sparks soaring across his vision, and his first moan was barely a gasp. He breathed in deep to power a scream as each slam of Mr. Heiss’s tongue forced out another thick pulse, and he couldn’t hold himself up as the overstimulation rattled him down to his bones. Indy’s upper body collapsed against the wall, and he whimpered as Mr. Heiss chose to keep going.

This beautiful bastard.

“Mr. H-Heiss... I…” Indy summoned his strength to try arching back in the other direction, but there was no way to break free. He was trapped there with Mr. Heiss still actively probing his hole, his balls tight and cock sticky from his release. He didn’t know if he’d died and gone to heaven or hell, but he figured it could have been either.

Maybe both.

The next orgasm was faster, a series of short jerks Indy could barely distinguish between. He wasn’t sure if his cock had anything left to spill, but his hips still spasmed as if he did. Dry or not, it was as powerful as his previous releases. Each blissful pang was immense, his limbs left twitching involuntarily, and he had no control over the howl that came out of him.

God.

Yes, Mr. Heiss was an absolute fucking god.

After several long moments of Indy whimpering, Mr. Heiss finally withdrew and eased him down to sit on his chest. He ran his tongues all around his mouth before each one slipped back inside, his eyes glittering as he stared up at Indy. “Mmm, such a very, very good boy.”

“Thank you, sir.” Indy was surprised he knew how to speak right now. “Thank you.”

“I love watching the way you move. I imagine you’ll be as beautiful getting fucked as you are when you dance.” Mr. Heiss sat up, sliding Indy into his lap. He held Indy close, his tail and hands fanning over his back and sides to support him as Mr. Heiss pressed a deep kiss to his lips.

Indy remained pliant, using the reserve of his energy to pour himself into that kiss. His body was wrung out, and there were lingering tremors tingling in his hands and his face. He was surprised that Mr. Heiss was such a generous lover. In his experience, most monsters were not exactly concerned with his pleasure.

Mr. Heiss had seemed consumed by it, unhinged, and Indy couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

At the moment, Mr. Heiss appeared content to make out.

Which was fine.

Mr. Heiss was a great kisser, passionate and slow, only dipping one of his tongues into Indy’s mouth at a time and holding him close.

Just fine.

Except Indy wanted more.

Three orgasms should have been enough, but he was soon hungry for a new connection. He wanted Mr. Heiss inside him, claiming him, filling him up as Indy howled his name. He needed to feel each and every single one of those rings as Mr. Heiss fucked him absolutely senseless.

“Mr. Heiss,” Indy whispered, daring to break the kiss. “Please. Sir.”

Mr. Heiss smiled. “Please, what?”

“Please,” Indy insisted frantically. “I want you.”

“Aw, don’t worry yourself so, Sonnenschein,” Mr. Heiss teased in a low, rumbling tone. “I’m going to take such good care of you.” He laid Indy down and then kneeled between his legs, grabbing his hips. He lifted his ass up into his lap, using his tail to guide the head of his cock against Indy’s wet hole.

There must have been some magic of Mr. Heiss’s own making, because this wasn’t simply spit. It was slippery and thick, dripping down Indy’s inner thighs, some sort of lubrication that Indy himself had certainly not provided but was grateful for considering what was coming next.