Page 88 of Demons Dig Donuts

“If you want to stop at any time, you have but to ask.”

“Are we gonna need a safe word?” Indy took a deep breath. “Just how freaky are you planning to get? Because I am down with some weird stuff, let’s be real, but you are making me nervous.”

“You have no reason to be. I will not harm you.” Mr. Heiss smirked, running a claw down the front of Indy’s top. The fabric peeled away, melting into nothing. He continued lower and removed the rest of Indy’s clothing in the same magical manner.

“Fuck.”

“Choose a safe word, sweet one. Unless that is the one you intended.”

“No, I got this. Okay, uh.” Indy struggled to think, but it was difficult following the initial shock of being called an actual affectionate endearment and not one of the usual horrible ones Mr. Heiss was so fond of. “Fuckin’, uh, meat sack. That’s it. That’s my safe word.”

Mr. Heiss chuckled. “Very well.”

Indy was now naked beneath Mr. Heiss, his own cock hard and twitching against his belly with every frantic beat of his heart. He was excited—clearly—and the anticipation of what was to come was thick and deliciously hot. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked forward to sex this much, and he couldn’t wait to see what Mr. Heiss had planned for him.

Sex was literally his job, but this…

It felt like something more.

Maybe it was the dancing. That kiss. It could also have been the leftover adrenaline from fighting an army of monsters or whatever else, but there was so much more.

It was a depth Indy wasn’t sure if he’d experienced before. It wasn’t merely a physical sensation, like the challenge of taking on a huge cock, but something powerful resonating within that he didn’t know how to measure.

Probably nothing.

He decided not to think about it too much. What mattered now was getting laid and getting laid quickly.

“Here.” Indy touched his thighs. “The prep spell. You just have to—”

“We may have need of it later, but for now…” Mr. Heiss ran his tongue over his top lip, sliding his hands over Indy’s. He pushed Indy’s legs abruptly apart. “I would prefer to prepare you myself.”

“Oh! Mmm, help yourself, sir.” Indy grinned.

Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s hips and lifted his lower body right off the bed. His tail curled at Indy’s back, forcing his spine to arch as Mr. Heiss promptly shoved his face right between Indy’s legs.

“F-fuck!” Indy gasped, his arms flailing to brace himself in the new position. The first hot press of Mr. Heiss’s tongue prompted a moan, and he relaxed, allowing Mr. Heiss to move him however he wished. It wasn’t often that anyone wanted to take the time to indulge in foreplay, particularly if Indy was the one being pleasured.

He was not going to dare question it though, because holy shit.

Mr. Heiss’s tongue was thin at its forked tip but rapidly grew in girth along its impressive length. It lapped all around Indy’s hole and then up his taint to massage his sack. It curled around his balls, holding tight, and Mr. Heiss’s tongue returned to licking at Indy’s ass.

Wait.

But his tongue was still squeezing his balls and…

It was a second tongue.

And then there was a third.

While the first still held Indy’s balls, the other two were moving in tandem to work Indy’s hole over relentlessly. The thin tips were perfectly suited to slip inside and open him up, each one taking a turn to thrust before they moved together as one.

The resulting pressure was amazing, and Indy moaned as his asshole stretched to take on the thicker parts of the tongues. He’d had dicks that didn’t feel this good, and he had no idea what to do with the rest of his body except lay right there and take it. The tongues thrusting inside him pushed harder, deeper, and then one pulled back and curled upward in search of Indy’s prostate.

“A little more… Wait, ah… there! There, there, right there.” Indy’s lashes fluttered and he gasped, staring up at the vision of Mr. Heiss between his thighs as he devoured his ass.

Mr. Heiss’s eyes were bright, gazing right back at Indy with laser focus. He was clearly gauging Indy’s reaction to the strength and rhythm of his ministrations. After a few moments of observation, he responded by settling on the perfect combination to make Indy get louder and more frantic.

The tongue rubbing against Indy’s prostate pressed with the perfect amount of pressure, stroking at a steady pace with no signs of slowing or stopping. The other was still thrusting, pushing so far inside now that Indy swore he’d be able to see his stomach moving soon. The third tongue had released his sack to hold the base of Indy’s cock, its grip tightening and releasing to create a fantastic pulsing sensation.