Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,32

and kissed me for long moments.

“What is your favorite taste in the world, my Passion?”

“Your cum,” I said truthfully.

“Not my kisses?”

“I love your kisses.”

“But my cum tastes better?”

“You’re teasing me.”

Holding the back of my head, he tilted my face up and knelt above me, straddling my shoulders. He stroked his hard shaft, and with my mouth open and eyes closed, I waited. His cockhead touched my tongue, and his early seed oozed down my throat. I swallowed every drop. When he came, his cum filled my mouth five times before he was done. Maybe it was my imagination, but he tasted even better. I licked my lips, savoring his flavor, and then I suckled on his cock, cleaning him. His fingers traced my face as I kissed his slit, worshipping the small opening, which had given me so much joy. Yes, I was still exhausted to the marrow of my bones, but I felt happy too.

He crawled down my body and closed his mouth around my straining shaft, which throbbed despite my fatigue. He didn’t prolong it. With sure pulls of his mouth and his tongue dancing along the underside of my cock, he made me come. He ate my seed just like I had consumed his, and then he kissed me on my mouth, our tongues tangling.

Why wouldn’t he fuck me? I could take him. I knew I could. There must have been something else. Something he wasn’t telling me.

I was slowly wasting away. Some days, I could barely stay awake for longer than a few hours at a time. I didn’t think about his seed healing me. Maybe I’d never really believed in that chance. I just wanted him to make love to me.

Before I fell asleep, I stroked the soft fur on his chest and the line that led to his groin. He was still hard like he always seemed to be when he held me, but tonight, his cockhead glistened with more early seed. He still needed me. I ran my palm up his length and brushed my finger through the wetness at the tip. He caught my wrist, and his chest rumbled with a growl.

“Don’t, Rees.”

“Why?”

Clutching my wrist in his large hand, he tugged me to him with his other arm, squeezing me so hard my ribs ached. His cock jolted between our bodies.

“I’d hurt you. Tonight, I’d hurt you.” A deep breath. “So stop and let me hold you.”

A shiver ran through me.

That night, I slept poorly, yearning and fatigue battling in my body. He came to me in the middle of the night. I lay on my back as he knelt above me, his veins glowing with fire in the dark. He stroked his cock, watching me, until he came quietly, his cum splashing over my chest and belly. Then he licked me clean and curled around me on the bed.

It could have been a dream.

11

The Dark Rider

“I won’t be riding out today, Lillian,” I told my first-in-command.

“But…”

“You can ride with Kate. Take two others if you want. I am staying at home.”

“A preacher visited that village last week. I think it would be better if you made an appearance.”

“They know very well who’s keeping their children’s bellies full and their land safe. The preachers come and go. The mayor is a reasonable man and has you in high opinion. You don’t need me.”

“I’m not afraid to go by myself. But why are you staying at home?”

“Rees is unwell. I’m not leaving him today.”

Lillian was silent for a moment, then nodded. “I understand.”

She was about to step outside, but then she turned. “He will heal, won’t he?” she asked. The worry on her face made her look older.

“I don’t know.”

Rees slept longer than ever this morning. After I spoke to Lillian downstairs, I came back to my bedroom, and he was still asleep. I lay back down on the bed, gathered him into my arms, and tugged the covers over us. He was pale, and the scent of his illness hung in the air, sharp, cloying, sickening. The beast inside me growled with anger at the invisible enemy.

Yet when Rees woke, his smile was radiant. He tilted his head up on the pillow and stared at me, his swollen eyes shining.

“You’re still here,” he said, the happiness clear in his soft voice.

I kissed his forehead. “How do you feel, Rees?”

His smile dimmed. He lifted his hand and traced his fingers over my lips. “Warm. Safe. I’m always content when I’m in your arms,