Page 94 of Demons Dig Donuts

Holy fuck, that was fucking good.

“There,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Take it, Sonnenschein. Just fucking take it.”

Indy’s brain simply shut off, with only necessary functions like breathing left operating. He let himself submit and become nothing but an obedient sleeve for Mr. Heiss’s cock, and there was something so freeing in finally letting go.

All he had to do was take it, yes.

Take Mr. Heiss’s cock like a good boy.

He became aware that Mr. Heiss’s thrusting was becoming more erratic and sloppy, distantly thinking that he must be close. Another orgasm for himself had been the last thing on his mind, but then he felt Mr. Heiss’s invisible hand pushing inside of him and squeezing his prostate, prompting a new scream.

The pressure was inescapable, fueled by Mr. Heiss’s impossible grip, and Indy clawed helplessly at the bed.

“There you go,” Mr. Heiss soothed, his tone somehow comforting and mocking in the same breath. “Fucking take it. Mm, go on. Go on and come for me. Come on my fucking cock.”

Indy let it happen, the release surging through him like the eruption of a volcano. He was coming untouched, his loins on fire and every muscle melting as his orgasm consumed him entirely. It was bolstered by a new rush of heat inside of his hole, Mr. Heiss’s load filling him, and the resulting tension against his inner walls was absolutely euphoric.

Fuck, it felt like…

Indy was still coming.

His cock had nothing left to give, but he could still feel it. Pulse after pulse, powerful quivers that left him trapped in a seemingly endless prison of bliss. He writhed, his body still helpless to resist, and he gritted his teeth, determined to do exactly as Mr. Heiss commanded and fucking take it.

He wasn’t going to safe word.

He wasn’t going to fucking stop.

He would take it all.

The good feelings steered toward torment, but Indy still refused to give up. Mr. Heiss kept fucking him and the strange feeling of his endless climax continued as Mr. Heiss’s hand refused to let go, but Indy steadied his breathing, focused on controlling his body, and remained perfectly pliant. He wasn’t a man anymore, merely a malleable vessel for Mr. Heiss to mold however he wished to sate his lust.

Indy lost all sense of time, his mind drifting and only returning to the present when Mr. Heiss roared.

Fuck, Mr. Heiss was coming again.

Indy thought he might have been, too, but it was impossible to be sure of anything when his previous climax felt like it had never stopped. The current swell was marked by stronger pulses, a sweet throb, and—finally—a slow, syrupy descent as the powerful grip inside Indy’s body receded.

Indy wheezed as he struggled to breathe normally, his head ringing and mouth dry. He was covered in sweat, tears, and various other fluids, and the satisfaction resonating within him made him want to never leave this bed ever again.

“I’ve got you,” Mr. Heiss whispered. “Mein Sonnenschein, I’ve got you.”

“Holy fuck,” Indy whispered in reply, his voice hoarse. “Holy… fuck.”

Could humans become puddles?

Turn liquid?

Because it certainly felt like he had.

“Breathe.” Mr. Heiss lowered Indy’s leg as he gently pulled out of him. His expression was soft and calm, and his wings vanished away quietly. He stretched out beside Indy and lightly caressed his chest, murmuring again, “Breathe.”

The passing motions of Mr. Heiss’s fingers were as hypnotic as his command, and it seemed to soothe the frantic rise and fall of Indy’s chest as he tried to get the oxygen he needed to keep from passing out. It was grounding as well, reminding Indy that this was real and not some other magical universe, even if it felt like that’s where his soul had been cast off to.

Indy’s breathing settled, his skin cooled, and he shivered.

“Here.” Mr. Heiss snapped his fingers, the usually sharp sound softened by Indy’s overstimulated brain.

Warmth washed over Indy like an oddly moist summer breeze. The feeling passed, and he was now clean and dry, though the aches of their intense coupling remained. He flopped onto his back to smirk up at Mr. Heiss. “Pretty handy. You’ll have to teach me that one.”