Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,10

in my armchair by the fireplace, drank red wine, and smoked, watching the sleeping man in my bed. I admired his crease as he lay on his belly, his hairless balls. The luscious curve of his ass dipped gracefully to his lower back. I wanted to wake him and suck him to hardness again, but he was tired. Better let him sleep and wake up refreshed and needy. It would take time until he’d be eager enough to take me. And I had time—eons of it.

Rees only had a few months.

Yet I didn’t want to dwell on his illness or the small chance of his survival. Instead, I leaned back in my armchair and thought about the beautiful virgin boy drowning in his lust, begging to be fucked by the monster’s giant cock.

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Rees

He didn’t waste time. Barely a few minutes had passed since his people brought me into his room, and I already stood naked in front of him. I quickly realized my shame was only a habit. His appraisal excited me.

His silver eyes cut through the darkened room, his gaze on my body searing like a torch. His skin glittered in the light of the fire; he was beautiful and dangerous like the night. Everything about him pulled me in, and it was lucky I’d made peace with Death long ago. Otherwise, I’d have trembled with fear when the Demon put away his pipe and stood up from his armchair. His magnificent body straightened, black shadows dancing behind him from floor to ceiling.

The ruby robe he wore obscured his body, but his long arms were uncovered, shaped like a human’s but much bigger, his hands broader with thick fingers and blunt, black nails. Under the smooth fabric, muscles bulged in his imposing chest, wide shoulders, and strong thighs. The contour of his cock… Oh, hell. His mouth was almost smiling, full gray lips stretched. I caught a glimpse of his white teeth, sharp canines, and a blood-red tongue when he spoke.

Seven feet tall, muscles of a wild beast gliding under his shimmering skin, he approached me. He was huge and heavy like a mountain bear, yet he walked gracefully like a cat, soft pads of his large feet making next to no sound.

I wasn’t a prisoner. I could leave, even now, and he wouldn’t stop me. And he wasn’t a predator. He was a seducer. I had to give myself freely if I were to please him. A part of me disapproved of how easily he lured me in, but I was certain the second our gazes met here in his bedroom. I wanted him to seduce me, and the strength of my desire stunned me.

Naked, on my hands and knees, on top of a table like an evening meal, I waited. I closed my eyes and hung my head. Only a brush of his hand on my ass cheek and heat coiled in my belly. In contradiction with his formidable appearance, his voice sounded velvety, deep and cultured. He spoke like the noblemen in Town did, except they would never dare to utter the words he said so effortlessly.

“Have you ever fucked another person?”

“No.”

“Kissed?”

“No.”

“A virgin.”

He’s going to touch me again.

He walked around, and a shiver ran through me. Yes, I was allowed to leave, but I wouldn’t.

He’s going to touch me.

Suddenly, his fingers ran through the crease of my ass, and I gritted my teeth. The fleeting touch was tantalizing, and it made my shaft harder.

Another touch, just as soft, teasing and torturous.

I struggled to follow our conversation. What I really wanted to ask, I couldn’t word. Do you want me? Will you touch me more? He didn’t make any promises, and I liked that he was honest. What if he couldn’t heal me? Did I even care?

His breath ghosted between my ass cheeks, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me there. The idea both distressed and aroused me. Another tap of his finger on my hole sent a shock of want through me. My balls ached with need, and saliva gathered in my mouth.

He seemed twice my size as he walked around me. I had no idea what he could do with me, to me, but I didn’t believe he’d cause me pain. The air felt warmer when he was close, comforting me. If I gave myself to him, I could let go. I wouldn’t have to worry if I lived or died the next week. He hovered between the worlds, where