Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,41
doubt containing the most fragile pieces.
I opened a few sturdier ones. Fascinated, I leafed through a two-hundred-fifty-year-old volume on horse breeding. Another book, also about the noble profession of raising horses, beautifully illustrated, was in Arabic. I smiled. The library held a whole collection of books about horses and dogs in various languages. I even found one handwritten in what looked like old German. He owned old books about carpentry and construction, agriculture, even astronomy and medicine.
In the corner on the lowest shelf stood a few leather-bound books without inscriptions on them. Curious, I pulled one thin volume out, placed it on the table by the lamps, and opened it carefully.
The paper was yellow and fragile, and I worried it might fall apart if I turned it. Yet the drawings were clear, done in sharp dark gray lines, detailed and incredibly realistic.
Heat rushed into my cheeks.
In the image, a naked man held his big hard cock in his hand, drops of seed flying through the air, his face a grimace of raw lust. Behind him stood a demon, massive hands on the man’s chest and hip, claws digging into the skin. His horns curved upward from his head, long and sharp. The demon’s tongue swirled, the tips touching the human’s ear. It seemed obvious from their position that the demon was fucking the man from behind. He didn’t look like Cariad; his face was different: sharp teeth bared, features aggressive, eyes vicious. But I thought of Cariad and me. Of course I did.
My cock throbbed in my pants.
Unable to resist, I lifted the sheet carefully to look at what was underneath.
Oh.
The next image was larger. A human man on his hands and knees, his long cock straining between his legs. A huge demon fucking him, his black wings stretched wide. Another demon kneeling by the man’s face, holding his hair in his fist, feeding his enormous cock into the man’s mouth. Cum dripped down the man’s chin, the liquid perfectly drawn, lifelike. How both demons were depicted, fierce and malicious…nothing like my Cariad. Yet the man’s face showed only indulgence, his eyes closed with bliss.
Another page. And another. And more. All of them filled with drawings of demons and the same human man being fucked by them. And in all those pictures, however violent, the human man was drawn with passion. So much lust.
With the next page, I froze. The man was straddling a demon’s hips, his back to the demon’s chest. His stretched hole and tight balls were on display, his cock sticking upward, hard, cum running down the length. He was impaled on the demon’s shaft. To the hilt. His stomach bulged, and white drops covered the skin on his belly and chest. His mouth gaped open on a scream. Two other demons stood above the pair, their massive cocks sticking out, and the cum leaked from their slits onto the screaming man, onto his face, and into his mouth.
I shuddered. I had to close the book. My hole ached with emptiness, and my cock tented my pants.
The wooden floor squeaked behind me.
“Open it.” Cariad’s voice. How long had he stood there? He must have heard me panting with arousal. My heart pounding, hand shaking, I opened the book back on the last page I’d studied.
“Keep looking. I’m glad you found these. Fascinating, aren’t they?”
He stepped behind me, his warmth radiating against my back.
“A man named Vittorio drew these fantasies when he was my lover, some two hundred years ago.”
He ran his hands down my sides, then cupped my hard cock through my pants.
“I can smell your arousal, Rees.”
His hands tugged my pants down.
“The door is open,” I managed to whisper.
“Nobody will come down here now. And if they do, they’ll know to leave quickly. Look at the picture, Rees.”
I kept staring. The man in the image was delirious with pleasure. Devoured by three demons, bathing in their cum…
Cariad grabbed my hips and kicked my legs apart. His wet cockhead prodded against my opening. My hands held on to the edge of the table in a painful grip.
He turned the page for me.
The next drawing showed a demon hovering in the air, wings spread wide. He held the small man in his arms, impaled on his cock. And again, the cum seemed to be everywhere, dripping from the man’s softened cock, trickling from his open mouth and from around the invasion in his ass.
Cariad kept rubbing his cockhead over my open hole, spreading his early seed all over