Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,42

it, and I stared at the part of the picture where the dark demonic shaft was tucked in the man’s hole to the hilt. I yearned to feel it…all the way.

I cried out when Cariad’s cock surged into me in a powerful thrust. He didn’t coax or tease. He fucked me fast, only faltering in his rhythm when he turned another page.

My eyes widened.

In the picture, a horned demon was on his knees, ass pushed out, and the man stood behind him, his cock buried in the demon’s hole. The demon’s long shaft oozed cum onto the floor. Another demon fucked the man from behind, his huge cock lodged deep. I stared at the man’s features, his mouth gaping and eyes squeezed shut. A picture of ecstasy.

Cariad’s hand clasped my throat, and he fucked me faster. The image blurred in front of my eyes, and I could only focus on the sensations, the fullness and friction in my ass, his hand around my cock, and his fingers tightening around my throat. He owned and used me, a feeling I’d learned to love.

“I’ve never let any man into my body.” He grunted into my ear, at the same time deepening his thrusts. I moaned with every push and pull, my balls tightening and tingling. I could barely understand his words. “But you, Rees…mhmm… Maybe you could fuck me. I’m curious how it would feel to have your cum dripping from my hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure burst out of me, and I quaked in his arms, his cock pistoning in and out of me, increasing my joy. I recognized his growl, the one he let out when he was close. His cum flooded my insides, fueling the fire in me, and I soared.

My seed soiled the edge of the table, and one small droplet landed on the drawing. I stared at it, still overwhelmed. Cariad hummed into my ear.

“You stained the picture. Good. It feels appropriate.” He kissed my neck as he slowly pulled out. My knees week, I had to brace myself on the table and find my bearings. “Go bathe, darling. I’ll put the books back.”

In a daze, I went upstairs into the changing room. When I bathed, the image of the man fucking a demon never left my mind.

We never spoke about it, never made an agreement, but it became a matter of course for me to kneel in front of the armchair when he sat down. I’d open his robe and make him come. It might look like something a slave would do for his master, but I didn’t feel like a lowly serf at all. He hummed and shuddered, petting me, and it seemed he gave himself to me, letting me do what I wanted. Day by day, I learned how to make him come fast or tease him until he tugged on my hair, silently begging for release. The power I had over him aroused me to the point that my untouched shaft jolted in the air with every sound he made.

The pleasure he’d given me was only a shadow of what I felt now. Healthy, my body basked in ecstasy whenever he touched me. I became insatiable. Caressing his cock in my hands, loving it with my mouth, and drinking his early seed, I often came before he did. I craved him all the time, in every way.

Tonight, when he peaked, I did too. I caught my cum in my hand as I swallowed his. It soothed my stomach, satisfying in a way no meal could ever aspire to be. Then I turned around and bent at the waist, lowering myself, offering him my body. I smeared my cum over my hole, and aware he was watching, I pushed my fingers inside, stretching my opening, letting him see my desire. On all fours, head bowed, I waited.

He took his time. I knew he was stroking himself and looking at me, and renewed need burned through my veins. He stood up, his feet shuffling on the wooden floor.

“Darling boy, you’re playing with fire. How can I keep from wrecking your body when you give yourself so freely?”

I clenched my hole a few times intentionally, for his eyes only. He growled. He knelt behind me, his hands caressed the skin on my ass cheeks, and the blunt tip of his cock prodded at my opening. He teased me with it, pushing at my hole but not entering me, and I whined.

“Please, Cariad.” Please, my