Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,30

is not allowed to work,” I said, a growl in my voice. “He was tired last night.”

She scoffed and looked at me reproachfully. “I’m sure he still had enough strength to please you.”

He had. But the dark circles under his eyes when he slept had made me ache.

“It’s not about him fulfilling my needs, Lillian. He’s sick.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How sick?”

“Dying. If he stays with me, he might live.”

Lillian was silent for a long while. Then she spoke again, her tone imploring. “You care about him more than I’ve ever seen you care about any of your countless lovers. And I understand your worry, I do, but he needs to employ his mind and body. He can’t just sit in the house and the garden alone for hours every day, waiting for you.” She hesitated. “He loves the horses. I promise you Jona and I will make sure he doesn’t exhaust himself. She can continue teaching him to ride on Troll. She can choose light chores for him to do. Just let him work with the horses when you’re away.”

“Well, it seems I’m not the only one who cares.”

Lillian met my gaze, a kind, sad smile on her weather-beaten face. “He’s a good man.”

“He is.”

I came home late again. Rees was already asleep. I found him on my bed, sprawled on his belly, holding my robe, his face half-covered with the fabric. He must have fallen asleep breathing in my scent from it. Drying cum soiled the lower hem.

He was drained. I heard it in his breaths, saw it in the tension around his closed eyes. The ugly tang was there in his scent, the illness more aggravated with each passing day.

Between his ass cheeks, something gold flashed. I sat on the edge of the bed and softly parted his muscles with one hand.

Inside his hole sat the golden cock. He’d fucked himself with it, thinking of me, clinging to my robe, before he spilled and fell asleep.

The wave of tenderness blended with desire surprised me, the feeling of warmth inside my empty chest stronger than ever. I bent over his body and kissed down his spine, pausing with my lips at the top of his crease. I needed him to live. He wasn’t just another human who’d die sooner or later, whom I might remember fondly for some time before other memories would cover the sadness and dissolve it into oblivion.

Rees had to live.

He slept deeply, his illness stealing his strength. I knelt by his hips and stroked my cock, staring down at the beautiful curve of his ass. When I got close to the peak, I parted his ass cheeks and pulled the shaft out. Rees moaned in his sleep and shifted, spreading his thighs wider as if he sensed me. I pressed the head of my cock against his open hole and let the cum spill into him. Drops of it trickled out, iridescent, glowing stronger than ever before.

Holding my cock in my hand, I ran the head over his hole, smearing the luminous liquid around. It seeped into him like water into parched soil.

I lay down and nestled him against me. His skin felt chilly despite the warmth from the fireplace. He sighed in his sleep, curling closer to me, and I wrapped myself around him, my cock along his crease—his ass felt heavenly against my underbelly. I roped my arms around his chest. Tilting his head back, he sought my throat with his mouth. He didn’t kiss me. He just rested his soft lips against my skin and slept.

He got warmer in my embrace, yet his scent remained tainted.

10

Rees

I stood braced on the shovel, my filthy boots submerged in manure. I was barely halfway done, but I couldn’t force my muscles to obey my will. Pathetic. I let the shovel fall and leaned on the wooden gate. My breath short, heartbeat fast, I sensed I was done for the day. Lillian walked past the open stall and paused, measuring me with her ageless gaze.

“Go rest, Rees. If he’d see you now, he’d go bright red with rage.”

I smirked. “I’d like to see that.”

“No. Nobody wants to see that. Go, or I’ll carry you out of here, I swear.”

“Oh hush. I’m going.”

Shaking my head, I pushed off the wall.

The walk back to the main house felt long. The afternoon sun heated the yard, and even in the shadow of the ancient oaks, the air danced. I came to the changing room, drenched with sweat. My