Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,43
love, please…
“What, Rees? Say it.”
“Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I only fucked you this morning, and you need me again, Rees?”
“Yes. I want your cock in my hole. I want you to slice my body open and own me.”
He only growled in response.
I grunted at the overwhelming pressure. His cock slipped past the barrier and slid deep into my gut. He stayed there, rocking his hips gently, and I shuddered with the fullness.
“Ah! My Lord!”
“Yes, I am your Lord now. Your Master.” He gave me a long, slow fuck when he said that, and it felt glorious. “And you are on your knees, mine in every way.”
It was the first time he took me like this, on the floor, from behind, the same way animals mated. And I felt like an animal, wild, unashamed, full of life and strength. The sounds I made echoed in the room, falling back onto me, and as I heard my own lust, I only spiraled higher.
Do you want to be bred by Satan? The memory appeared out of nowhere, and I laughed with the next moan, joyous. His cock pulled on my guts, stirring the organs in my belly, the invasion truly monstrous, violent. And I knew he still didn’t take me all the way, worried he’d hurt me. I imagined how it would feel, how deep he would reach if he were to impale me fully. Would it really kill me? I didn’t believe that. Yes, there was pain hiding under all the joy. He was using my body in a way it was never meant to be used. Sometimes, I felt it. A ghost of an ache deep inside my belly that would have been sheer agony if it weren’t him.
His magic changed me. My body molded around him, and I did believe his cum not only healed me but also tied me to him. Whether he knew it or not, when he bred me, my body changed for him. I became a vessel for his pleasure.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, and I lost count of how many times he made me come. The true miracle was that I didn’t feel tired at all. If he’d wish to make love for the whole night, I would easily do it. His teeth grazed my neck, his growls reverberated down my spine, and his cock swelled inside me. His cum he spilled deep in my bowels was like a cool balm for my burning need. Blissful currents spread from my belly through my veins all the way to my toes and fingertips. It felt different than when I came through my cock. My soul basked in ecstasy when he bred me.
“I don’t want to stop,” I managed to murmur, and he must have heard me because he thrust deeper in response to my words. I gasped, and he took me in his arms, rolling us to the side on the carpet, closer to the dying fire in the fireplace. He kept moving inside me, and while my balls were empty and cock soft since a long time ago, I still craved him in me.
“I can fuck you until you pass out. Is that what you want?”
“I want you to be satisfied. I want you to fuck me until your hunger is soothed.”
“Impossible. I’ll always want you, Rees. The more you give me, the more I want to take.”
“Then fuck me until I pass out. I want to fall asleep with your cock still moving through my flesh.”
I whined when he pulled out of me, but I didn’t have to wait long. With a playful growl, he picked me up from the floor, carried me in through the room, and threw me onto the bed. Laughing, I bounced off it. He crawled to me, teasing me, making these noises that reminded me of wild wolves I’d seen caged in the harbor. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my legs apart, and sank inside me again. He kept biting my skin, only gentle nips and soothing licks of his tongue, and I melted into the cushions, no worry on my mind. He fucked me slow and deep, hovering above me. The fur on his chest sometimes brushed my naked back. Maybe I’d be sore tomorrow, but I doubted it.
“Oh, if you could hear yourself now, Rees. You purr like a contented cat.”
I chuckled. “If you could feel what I feel, you’d understand.”
He peppered my shoulders with kisses.