Page 93 of Demons Dig Donuts

The flawless fucking was second only to the vision of Mr. Heiss falling apart before him.

Out of breath, flushed, desperate.

It was a good look on him.

Indy salted the other cuts, went back for more, but soon he couldn’t grab a single grain because Mr. Heiss was right on top of him and thrusting mercilessly. Indy screamed, curling his legs around Mr. Heiss and hanging on for dear life.

There was a flutter, and Indy realized Mr. Heiss’s wings were out.

Gorgeous, broken, burning eternally.

Indy snapped his eyes back to Mr Heiss’s face. Yes, his wings were beautiful, but it was his blissed-out expression that was truly captivating.

Soft, eager, so full of yearning and something earnest Indy couldn’t name.

Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy under his back and forced him to arch off the bed, his giant hands easily holding him and pulling him down to meet his thrusts. He bowed his head, and two of his tongues flicked out to tease over Indy’s nipple.

Indy kept one hand spread over Mr. Heiss’s wounds, crying out with every fierce slam. He used his other arm to prop himself up, determined to make the best of this position and increase the already amazing pressure. He loved how Mr. Heiss held him, how he fucked him like an absolute beast, and the sounds he made when Indy twisted his fingers to push the salt in deeper would live rent free in Indy’s head forever.

Mr. Heiss suddenly reared back, grabbing Indy and then twisting him over while Indy was still speared on his cock.

Indy squealed, startled by the quickness and the resulting sensations of literally being spun around on a giant cock. His face went down into the bed, his ass up, and he screamed as Mr. Heiss pounded his ass just as furiously as before. The pressure skirted pain, an intensity that made Indy’s eyes tear up and his muscles ache. He yelped as something whipped across his ass—Mr. Heiss’s tail—and cried out again when it snapped the other cheek.

Mr. Heiss was fucking him like it was a punishment, his claws pricking Indy’s hips as he slammed him back on his dick relentlessly. Indy didn’t think anyone had ever given it to him like this, and he would certainly be feeling this for days. He was shaking wildly, sobbing and tender, and he could barely draw enough breath to scream.

But no.

Fuck this.

He wasn’t some helpless pillow princess.

He was Indigo fucking Summers, and he was the best monster fucker there was.

Indy growled as he pushed up on his hands, arching his spine and falling into rhythm with Mr. Heiss, fucking himself back on his cock with renewed vigor. He squeezed down as hard as he could until he heard Mr. Heiss gasp and stayed clenched like that as he kept going. He shifted his feet so they were now under him and his legs were bent in a crouch.

Yes, it looked a little like a frog, but it gave him more leverage to throw his weight into each slam.

Mr. Heiss gasped again, a truly startled sound, and Indy fought against his body’s protests to take charge and use Mr. Heiss’s dick like it was his own personal toy. He bounced, took it all the way so he could grind, and then slammed back all over again. He growled from the exertion, but he refused to slow down even for a moment.

He was going to rock this demon’s fucking world.

“Look at you,” Mr. Heiss groaned. “So, so very perfect.”

Perfect.

Yes.

Damn right he was.

“Except…”

Oh, what now?

Indy grunted as Mr. Heiss shoved him flat against the bed, turning him on his side. One leg went up on Mr. Heiss’s shoulder as he straddled the one left on the bed. Indy squirmed, trying to turn, but Mr. Heiss was now right on top of him. He was grateful for being so flexible, his leg easily contorting to the new position, and he gazed up at Mr. Heiss, whining. “What, sir? What did I do?”

“Except you’re only to take what I give you, remember? Mmm, some other time I’ll let you play, but right now we’re doing what I want.”

“But sir—” Indy cried out as Mr. Heiss set a new pace, rough and more brutal than before. This angle made Indy think he was going to be split right in half, and any of his other arguments were lost in his screams.