Page 28 of Demons Dig Donuts

“That is true.” Mr. Heiss smiled suddenly, and it was absolutely wicked. “But there are other ways.”

“Is that so?” Indy greedily squeezed one of Mr. Heiss’s pecs. “And what ways are those?”

“My ways.” Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hips and pulled him into his lap, his eyes burning into Indy’s. “You have so much fire inside you. Such defiance.”

“Is this the part where you tell me you’ve never met a human like me before?”

“Oh.” Mr. Heiss chuckled, a dark and low sound that rumbled through his whole chest. “Hardly. I’ve known many like you. Spoiled, selfish, entitled. You act as if the universe owes you something and wield that grievance like armor to deflect from the fact you possess the depth of a puddle.”

Indy gave Mr. Heiss a flat stare. “Wow, yes. My panties are soaked. Ravish me now.”

“You like to be the center of attention,” Mr. Heiss went on. “You like to be in control. Both serve to feed what is almost certainly a bottomless ego born from years of vapid debauchery. You’re a slave to vanity and the superficial. Didn’t want to grow old so you made a deal with a demon.”

“Yup. That’s it exactly. You figured it out. You read me like a book.” Indy slid his hand up Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Are we fucking or what?”

Mr. Heiss frowned, eyeing Indy suspiciously. He grabbed Indy’s chin, but the touch was oddly gentle. He had that strange look again, like he was searching for something he couldn’t quite find.

Shit.

Maybe Indy should have argued or acted more offended. He did not need Mr. Heiss questioning his stupid appraisal of Indy’s character. Indy’s survival was contingent on the fragile assumption that he was a vain douchebag, not someone who had been desperate to cheat death.

There was no doubt in Indy’s mind that if Mr. Heiss knew, he’d…

Fuck it.

He had to do something and fast.

Indy ran his tongue over his lips to wet them and then pressed them to Mr. Heiss’s in a firm, deep kiss. He let himself moan, as if he’d been dying to kiss him and was experiencing such sweet relief to finally do so.

Mr. Heiss tensed beneath him, the tips of his claws pricking Indy’s chin, but he ultimately relaxed and returned the kiss. There was a hesitancy there, maybe because he was still suspicious, but it melted away as Indy slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Indy licked slowly, framing the sides of Mr. Heiss’s face as they kissed and tangled their tongues together. It was small teases and slides at first, though the curl of Mr. Heiss’s unnaturally long tongue was particularly thrilling.

Monster anatomy was always fun to explore since no two were ever exactly identical. It was like humans in that way, but monsters had so much more to offer. Long, thick tongues like the one currently hugging Indy’s, crazy cocks with knots and pockets and some that could even vibrate, plus tentacles, wings, and more.

Indy couldn’t wait to find out what else Mr. Heiss had to show him.

At the moment, Indy was definitely enjoying his tongue and how Mr. Heiss’s big hands palmed his ass. It made him feel small, even delicate, and it was a role he could play well. Most monsters loved the fantasy of pounding a tiny submissive human, and Indy was certain that Mr. Heiss would be the same.

Indy rutted forward, following the lead of Mr. Heiss’s urgent kneading. Mr. Heiss was fully erect, and Indy shuddered as his cock caught on what was either a long row of barbells or rings as they grinded together. The pressure in his balls created a wicked throb all through his loins that would soon need relief, but it was deliciously sweet torture to edge himself.

Being so close so quickly surprised him, but he chalked it up to all the excitement of today.

Plus, Mr. Heiss was an incredibly good kisser.

Commanding but passionate, firm but slow enough that each press of their lips and tongue could be savored as they explored each other’s mouths. Indy was ready to throw himself over the side of the tub and offer his ass up on a platter, but he knew it would be best to let Mr. Heiss take the lead.

And wow, was this fucker taking his time.

Mr. Heiss ran his hands up over Indy’s hips and lower back, mapping out every inch of his body. His touch was methodical and gentle, and he continued on to feel Indy’s shoulders and down his arms. His tail curled around Indy’s waist like a snake, squeezing tight and pulling him in close.

Indy allowed himself the same freedom to explore since Mr. Heiss made no move to stop him, and he felt up the thick curves of Mr. Heiss’s shoulders and arms. His muscles were firm, slick, and hot. Mr. Heiss was feverish all over, and Indy had always figured demons simply ran hot compared to humans. Mr. Heiss, however, was positively scalding compared to those Indy had known before.

He went lower now, fingers tracing over the lines of Mr. Heiss’s chest, stomach, and the grooves in his hips. He had a specific target in mind, but he wasn’t sure yet if Mr. Heiss would be open to letting him.

Fuck it.

Indy went for Mr. Heiss’s cock and squeezed.