Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,12

kept suckling on the tip of his cock until he was empty and clean, and I still couldn’t let go of the miracle in my hands and mouth.

His hands weaved into my hair and stroked my neck soothingly when I lavished his shaft with kisses. The sheer size of him as he lay in front of me, his long limbs, the mounds of muscle, his massive hands… For the first time in my life, I felt small. He touched me like I was something rare and precious when I caressed his length, rubbed my wet lips over his cockhead, and suckled some more. I fell in love with his cock, the taste, scent, and how he felt in my hands. Or was it lust? How was I to know when I had never felt either before? His tender touches were most confusing. He could rip me apart with his raw strength, he could probably kill me just by fucking me hard enough, yet his gentleness with me was the greatest danger. It made me crave things I had no reason to hope for.

Later, when he made me peak the third time, filling my throat with his tongue and stroking my length, any lingering doubt I might have had disappeared. Coming here was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He rolled me onto my belly and fucked between my ass cheeks, and I let myself imagine the overwhelming pain and pleasure I’d feel if he’d breach me.

I was dying, and I gave my fading body to the Demon to consume. Yet I never felt more alive when he massaged his cum into my skin and pushed a slick finger into my hole, marking me.

I fell asleep in his arms, exhausted to the core, my last thought that I wanted him to fuck me before I died. I didn’t even care if he could heal me. I only wished to know how it felt to be taken by him.

I woke up alone. A sliver of sunshine made its way into the room between the heavy curtains, painting a thick stripe of gold over the bed and my bare chest. I sat up, and the sun blinded me for a moment. Stretching my back, I looked around.

The bed was the size of the whole room I used to sleep in with two other loaders. Half a dozen pillows surrounded me, not counting the two that had fallen off the bed. The floor was warm wood and thick carpets with intricate patterns I’d seen sold in the harbor for more money than I had earned in my entire life. The fire, which should have died a long time ago, continued to smolder. Paintings hung by the fireplace, sharp cliffs, a dark forest, and a river during twilight, mist hanging above the water. The shelves held heavy books bound in leather and wood and carved chests I’d never dare to open.

The air in the room seemed to shiver, dust dancing in the small slivers of sunlight, and maybe I hovered in a dream. Or had I died already?

I spotted the heavy round oak table with the rotating top I had knelt on last night, and a blush warmed my cheeks. He’d licked my ass, and I’d come from that. Just the memory made me burn with both shame and desire.

His robe was cast over the large armchair he’d sat in. The chair resembled a king’s throne, tall and wide with black leather cushions and strange carvings that looked like swirling snakes on the armrests. I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood.

Even though I was alone, I felt awkward in my nakedness. When had I ever been naked except to bathe in the river? I found the clothes I’d gotten yesterday and dressed quickly. What now? And where was he? He’d told me what was expected of me during the nights, but what was I supposed to do when the sun was up?

I pulled the curtains aside and found an unlocked balcony door. The gently swaying treetops beckoned to me, and I stepped outside on the balcony. The park and gardens stretched as far as I could see. Tall oaks and red maple trees—surely several hundred years old—reigned over the scenery, but farther away, an apple orchard grew and behind it fields of vegetables. Rows of hazelnut trees lined the gravel path leading to a greenhouse. Leaning with my back on the iron railing, I appraised the house. I was