Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,5

skin, smooth, almost hairless except for the thick carpet of trimmed, light brown hair around his long cock. My people had groomed him well. He was clean-shaven, his nails clipped and polished, hair held back from his face by delicate braids. His face had a weariness to it, dark smudges underneath his eyes and sharp lines by the corners of his mouth adding an edge to his otherwise flawless beauty. Depth and character radiated from his features despite his obvious youth. I was captivated.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

He did as he was told, showing me his white, round ass.

Gorgeous.

“Hm.” I pulled in more smoke, letting it linger in my chest. “Why are you here?”

He turned back to me, struggling not to cover himself, hands fisted by his sides.

“Your people found me.” He avoided my question.

“But they didn’t drag you here in ropes and shackles, did they?”

“No. Whatever the rumors say, you don’t take men against their will.” He shifted from foot to foot, and his soft cock bobbed with the movement. It was big for a human. I wanted to see it wet and straining toward me. Judging by the boy’s scent, his cum would taste delicious. I inhaled some more, catching the faint smell of fresh sweat and the tantalizing fragrance coming from his exposed groin. But what was the unpleasant metallic undertone spoiling the lovely scent?

“True. Every man who ever entered my house did so willingly. Eagerly even. So, I ask again. Why are you here?”

There was the defiant look again.

When he spoke, his voice sounded hollow. “I’m sick. The illness is eating my blood. It will kill me within months.”

The smell, the smudges under his eyes…that was why he was different. He wasn’t here because of lust or greed. My interest piqued, I leaned forward in my armchair and put the pipe on the side table.

“Why do you think I can help you?”

He swallowed, the uncertainty in his face barely noticeable. “They say your seed heals.”

I chuckled. “You dismiss the rumor that I kidnap and rape men, which sounds perfectly plausible to most people, but you believe that my cum has healing powers?”

“I don’t know if it’s true.”

His reasons annoyed me. He wasn’t here because he wanted me to seduce him, because he wanted to be fucked—not for enjoyment anyway.

“No, you don’t know. Yet here you are. Instead of searching for a doctor, you come to the Demon. The Dark Seducer. The Emperor of Filth. What do they call me these days? Won’t your friends worry?”

“The preachers call you the Gray One. And I don’t have friends. I can’t afford a doctor.”

Gray One? How plain. I should do something to create more outrage among the clergy. They were getting complacent. I pinned my eyes at my guest and relaxed in my armchair.

“You truly think that letting the Demon fuck you will save your life?”

“Are you ridiculing me?” His voice sounded calm, older than his nineteen years. I enjoyed his clipped answers and his sharp gaze, glimpses of an intriguing mind. It was a rare indulgence to have a man in this room who would not only provide relief to my urges but also a conversation worth my time.

“No,” I said. “At least not yet. It’s a perfectly sound theory. Except…does the thought of me fucking you arouse you? As you know, I don’t rape men. Not even to save their lives.”

He said nothing.

“When you pleasure yourself, do you think about a man or a woman? Or neither? Both?”

“I…dream about a man, my Lord.”

“A human man, not a monster from Hell.” I raised my eyebrow at him.

He frowned. “There is no Hell. And many men I know are monsters.”

“You’re right.” I smiled. “Still, I’d prefer you were here for the simple pleasures, Rees. Not for the magic beans.”

He was exquisite, and I wanted to fuck him. Of course, I did. He was tall and strong. He’d take more than half of my cock, and his young muscles would squeeze around it like a fist.

However, his request wasn’t a good enough reason.

Rees braced his shoulders, and when he spoke, his voice was calm and firm. “When your hunters roam the Town, people run to hide. I came to meet them. I wanted them to take me. If it’s just a myth and you can’t help me, I’m going to die anyway. Then…” He shrugged.

“You thought you might as well leave in a grand way?”

I snapped my fingers when I said it. He smirked. Standing naked, locked in a soundproof room,