Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,37

was lost, as delirious with pleasure as a human could be. I gulped in his scent, and my cock pulsed endlessly. I stayed in his warmth, rocking him slowly on my cock, until his cries quieted.

Not wanting to lose even a drop of my cum, I grabbed his legs when I pulled out, and closed them. I cradled his body, tucked him to me, and placed my thumb over his hole, keeping him sealed. My seed would heal him. It had to. He had to live.

Eyes closed, he panted, still lost.

“Cariad,” he whispered.

“Rees, my darling.”

“My Lord.” The meaning of those two words changed, his tone reverent. Loving.

He didn’t just lend me his body to use for my delight. He gave me his soul to keep it safe. I wanted to.

The monster lay by Rees’s feet, tamed, devoted.

Yet how capricious was the love of a human boy? How fragile his existence? How many years out of eternity could he stay? Not nearly long enough.

I kissed him where I could reach, his lips, his cheeks, eyebrows and forehead, his temple and his neck… I couldn’t stop. I kept brushing my lips over his skin long after he’d fallen asleep in my arms, his young body saturated with my magic.

The ghost of a heartbeat in my chest continued to thump in harmony with Rees’s pulse.

He must live.

12

Rees

When I woke, it was dark. The fire had died, but I felt warm nonetheless. My love held me, softly stroking the skin on my back. I had slept for hours. He never did but had guarded my body during the nights, quietly, barely moving. How many gentle touches had I missed while unconscious? I kissed his chest, then opened my mouth on his skin and swung my leg over his hip. His hands tightened on my back, then slid down to my ass, kneading the muscles, and I couldn’t resist pressing even closer. For the first time in months, my limbs filled with energy when my arousal heightened. Strength pulsed in my veins, like it used to before I’d fallen ill, and I gasped with the raw want.

“Rees, darling,” he murmured.

I lifted my head and stretched up to reach his lips. He kissed me, and I moaned in his mouth. My yearning grew almost painful. Now that I knew how it felt when he came inside me, I needed it, craved it.

“Please, Cariad,” I whispered against his lips, not knowing how to voice my desire.

His hand grabbed my thigh, pushing my leg up higher up his waist until I was spread open. His cockhead was slick with an abundance of early seed when it rubbed against my opening. Had he lain there for hours, yearning for me yet letting me sleep? He could have woken me up. Or better still, he could have fucked me, roused me from my dreams with the power of his cock in my body. But he hadn’t. He’d waited until I woke and begged for him to take me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. With the pressure of his massive shaft on my opening, I bore down, and his cock surged up into me, igniting a red-hot fire. Maybe I’d been loose since earlier, but it felt so easy. Effortless. When he filled me, stretched my body to capacity, and rocked, his magical cock nudging the sensitive spot up my hole, I shivered with joy.

“Fuck me, Cariad. Fuck me,” I babbled, then kissed his chest, lapped at his skin. I didn’t know whether I was coming already. Maybe. But every time I thought I’d reached the peak, he brought me even higher.

“My beautiful virgin, so pure and innocent…every gasp, every kiss, every flutter of your hole, every single drop of your cum, everything belongs to me. Nobody else can have you. Keep coming, my Passion. I want to feel your hole squeezing my cock with hunger before I breed you.”

His voice. Dark and dangerous, he sounded different. His hands on my ass cheeks tightened, and he moved faster, deeper, but still, I could take so much more of him.

“Deeper,” I murmured. “Please, Cariad… Love, love your cock. Fuck me deeper.”

He growled, his shaft speared up into me, another barrier inside my body crumbled, and for a second, I felt wide open. My whole being became a sheath for his cock, and nothing else mattered. Then my inner muscles pulsated around him in a frenzy, and I screamed. Yes, he could kill me with his cock, kill me with pleasure. The ecstasy he