Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,2

a preacher. The Demon had never hurt any of them. The men who had disappeared in the mansion of sin, who were supposed to be torn apart and devoured, one day or another, had returned, smiling and healthy. And the merchants who despised the creature for his suspected crimes and dark magic still happily did business with him and profited greatly.

Yes, I trusted the whores more.

Therefore, when the Dark Rider approached, five of his hunters flanking him, I looked my fill. His large hands held the reins loosely; he had faith in his horse. His skin was steely gray, shimmering with gold in the sunlight. I wanted to see his face, but he was looking away, his profile obscured by a hood. His shoulders were wider than some of us loaders were tall. Underneath his cape, he wore a black shirt that stretched over his chest. His hunters, all strong, lithe women in cloaks, graceful as if they were born in the saddle, carried swords and bows and arrows. Their master had no visible weapon on him. Immortals probably didn’t need any.

Just then, the heavy bag of flour on my shoulder slid to the side and downward, and I barely caught it in my sweaty hands. The bottom landed on the ground with a thump. Abruptly, the Demon turned his head my way, and I saw his face for the first time.

Those who called him ugly had never looked at him. His features were ageless, regal, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, a wise forehead, and thick silver eyebrows. Maybe it was the unnatural color of his skin that made some recoil. Ash and steel. He was beautiful, though, with his perfectly cut lips and sharp, straight nose. His glowing eyes bored into mine, deep and quick. Warmth spread in my belly when he stared at me, squinting for a moment as if questioning my sanity. I refused to lower my gaze, and his broad, full lips lifted in a brief smirk. Then he averted his eyes and beckoned for his horse to move faster.

That evening, the Town was once again filled with hushed voices, gossiping about the monstrous visitor. Was he still here, or had he left for his estate? What had he done here? Whom had he met?

The sky darkened when I was walking through the Town back to my room. A storm fell upon us as if even nature got excited by today’s visitor. Hail beat my back, and I rushed through the streets until I found a shelter under a balcony. I sat down on the pavement in a dry corner where a figure huddled against the wall, his thin clothes soaked. Skinny, his long hair braided, his shirt cropped above his belly button, cheap clinking bangles around his wrists, he was the butterfly boy from the narrow streets surrounding the cathedral.

At first, he seemed afraid of me. But after I shared my bread with him, he sat close to me, leaning on my shoulder, and told me stories about the Dark Rider.

“His cum tastes like honey and shines with stars. If you drink it, it will make you come as if a hundred tongues were licking your shaft, and you’ll faint from the godless delight. And if he breeds you, it heals you from the inside. He’s had thousands of lovers, and all of them had lived long lives.”

It wasn’t the first tale I’d heard about the Demon’s magic.

“How do you know all this?”

“I’ll tell you for a kiss.”

I took his hand and kissed the back of it, then the other one. He smiled at me, a sad, old smile for such a young boy.

“You’re sweet. I’ll tell you. See, one of my lovers was with the Gray One many years ago. He’s more than fifty now but looks healthier than many thirty-year-old men. He still dreams of the Demon, and sometimes he comes to me with yearnings his wife can’t satisfy.”

“What yearnings?”

“My cock is thicker than most men’s. Maybe my story will make you squirm, and then I’ll show you. This man always wants me to cover his eyes when he kisses my cock and drinks my cum. He strokes and licks me until I’m stiff again, and then he kneels on the floor and spreads his ass for me. He likes me to fuck him ruthlessly, for a long time, so it hurts, but it always makes him come. He sobs from ecstasy, begging the Demon to breed him. So, I do. Then