Page 196 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy fussed at being left empty, but he was curious what Mr. Heiss had in mind. He lifted his head so he could watch Mr. Heiss stroking his cock. He saw the piercings melting away and was about to protest, but then Mr. Heiss’s cock split.

Into two cocks.

Maybe split was the wrong word because that implied halving something with some sort of equal distribution. It was more accurate to say Mr. Heiss’s cock had doubled because there were two of them, and they were both absolutely huge. One was nestled on top of the other, and Mr. Heiss’s hand could barely wrap around them both.

“Still think so?” Mr. Heiss asked.

“Yup. Gimme.” Indy nodded frantically. “Yes, fuck, please. Please, please, please—”

Mr. Heiss laughed, sliding his arms under Indy to lift him from the table. “Patience.”

“Patience? Don’t know her.” Indy whined as Mr. Heiss carried him to the nearest wall. “Sir, please. Sir, I need you to shove those cocks in my ass and fuck me until I can’t move. Please. Pretty please?”

“Mmm.” Mr. Heiss pushed into Indy’s space, his claws pricking Indy’s thighs as his tail—or maybe one of the tendrils—pushed those big cocks against Indy’s wet, soft hole. He waited until Indy opened his mouth to speak again and then slammed them both inside. “Yes.”

Indy screamed in pleasure, the stretch powerful enough to bring tears to his eyes and leave him completely stunned. He gathered enough mental synapses to send off a quick prayer of thanks to whatever witch or god or whoever had made this prep spell so he could take all this fantastic dick.

Mr. Heiss pulled Indy down on his cocks and fucked him hard enough to bounce Indy for every thrust. He held Indy as if he weighed nothing, effortlessly using his hole like a sex toy and completely ravaging him.

Indy was impossibly full, pushed to his absolute limit, and he dug his nails into Mr. Heiss’s back.

“More,” Mr. Heiss commanded, and Indy’s fingers tingled.

Indy spared a quick glance at his hand to see his cute blue bubble nails had been turned into pointed tips of cloudy quartz crystal—wait, no.

Salt.

With a grin, Indy raked his nails over Mr. Heiss’s back and relished in the responding howl and new wave of merciless pounding.

Mr. Heiss growled again, a low and dangerous rumble, and his skin shifted as more black tendrils swept over him. The eyes were back, blinking everywhere and gleaming like stars, but Mr. Heiss flinched, his brutal rhythm faltering.

A few of the eyes abruptly vanished, and Indy was able to rub two brain cells together to figure out Mr. Heiss was fighting his transformation.

“Don’t,” Indy croaked. “Let me see you. All of you.”

Mr. Heiss’s face contorted in confusion and then melted into something divine, his smile adoring. “I’m yours.” He kissed Indy. “I’m all yours, Sonnenschein.”

Indy moaned against Mr. Heiss’s lips, grateful for the return to the earlier rhythm that had him whimpering. He watched Mr. Heiss’s body change in seconds, the eyeballs blinking wildly as they, along with the black tendrils, spread over every inch of him.

It was terrifying but beautiful, and Indy couldn’t look away from the wondrous sight of a demon—a fallen angel—fucking him.

He could barely even scream because getting fucked this hard literally took his breath away. Still, he fought to gasp in as much oxygen as he could to power his rambling sobs as he dug into Mr. Heiss’s back with his nails of salt. “Yes, that’s it! Just like that! Mmm, you like that, sir? God, you like fucking my tight little hole with your big fat cocks? You wanna fucking breed me?”

Mr. Heiss increased in both strength and speed, not even reacting when something fell off the wall and shattered a few feet away. “Fuck yes, I do. Your slutty hole feels so good. Gonna breed you so full, make sure you know it is mine and only mine.” He punctuated the declaration with a cruel slam. “You’ll feel me and what I did inside of you for the rest of the fucking night.”

“Fuck! Yes!” Indy couldn’t explain why Mr. Heiss being so possessive was getting him this hot, but he was too close to coming again to care. It happened fast, his body suddenly right on the edge, and there was nothing he could do but cry, “Yours! It’s fucking yours! It’s all fucking yours!”

He was startled by how much he meant it—but why would he ever want anyone else when Mr. Heiss fucked like an absolute god?

“Come for me,” Mr. Heiss commanded, his tendrils seeking out Indy’s cock where it was pinned between their bodies. “Right now. You can come for me, can’t you? Be a good boy.”

“I’m so close!” Indy wailed frantically as every muscle seized up and that beautiful rush waved over him. “I’m, I’m right—” He screamed as he came, his cock spilling in thick pulses as he clenched down on Mr. Heiss’s cocks. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

“Yeah, fucking come for me,” Mr. Heiss snarled, fucking Indy through it in hard thrusts. There were only a few more and he was right behind him, filling Indy’s hole with a roar.

Indy whimpered, his lashes fluttering as the rush of two loads created even more fantastic pressure. He didn’t know if he was still coming or if he’d had another orgasm—either was possible with Mr. Heiss—but he had absolutely nothing left to give once the last spasm left him.

He was hot, buzzing down to his toes, and he collapsed against Mr. Heiss as he waited for the ability to use language to return. His pulse was still racing away, throbbing in his chest and down between his legs, and he didn’t think he’d ever been this truly fucked out.