Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,50

my tongue grow, filling him. I fucked him with it as deep as I could, tasting traces of my seed hidden in his guts. He peaked half-asleep, mumbling the name he’d given me over and over.

Yes, you love me. Even in your sleep, you only dream of me. I own your body and your soul.

I was a fool.

Little did I know that instead of claiming him, I was losing him.

Since the night I’d spent alone, I noticed subtle changes in Rees’s behavior toward me. Despite his regained strength, he seemed pensive and subdued. I could have forced him to tell me, but it felt wrong. What if I hurt him? His lust didn’t weaken, though, and he still clung to me at night. Only his eyes grew sad. They pierced my chest, making me ache with unfamiliar sorrow. As if something was ending. However, he was still here, alive and healthy. Each night, I lavished his body with delights in every way I could think of. I poured so much of my strength into him his skin glowed with it. Why was he grieving?

Kneeling in front of the armchair, his mouth loving my cock, he peered up at me, and his eyes welled with wetness. He closed them, his lashes fluttering, and he sucked me deeper into his mouth. He made me come but didn’t swallow my cum like he usually did. Instead, he let it run down my length and straddled my lap. Not waiting for permission, he guided my cock to his hole and pushed down. I grabbed his hips, supporting him.

“Your seed feels like balm in my hole,” he murmured.

Never looking away from my face, he glided up and down easily, lowering himself more and more on each thrust. I realized what he was trying to do. He wanted to take me whole. Never had any man been able to do that.

“Rees, darling, don’t…”

I battled with myself, trying to force my hands to hold him and stop him. But Rees pinned me with his gaze, his irises flashing with gold. My desire won over my reason.

“I belong to you, my Lord,” he whispered and gasped with the next thrust, deeper still. “I’m yours.”

On a long wail, Rees sank down, accepting my entire length into his body. He spasmed once and slumped in my lap, his breathing harsh.

Indescribable pleasure engulfed my cock, and I growled. I crushed him to me, and he trembled in my arms, impaled to the hilt. His hard cock twitched between our bellies.

I was in him all the way, his weight resting on my thighs.

“Rees…” I whispered. He licked my chest. “Rees…”

Then, miracle of miracles, he moved. He rocked in my lap, his muscles rippling, his insides clinging to my cock, and his chest rumbling with guttural noises of animalistic mating.

“Fuck me.” His voice was harsh. Alien. “Fuck me like a demon would.”

Oh, for the love of the universe! What did he want? I was a demon. I’d already given him everything, and he still wasn’t satisfied?

Anger pulsed in my muscles. I lifted him off my cock and dropped him in a heap in front of the fire. His cries, I ignored.

One day, I’d die for this boy. What more could I offer him?

My body changed in front of his eyes. Alarm flashed in his features for the first time.

“Now you fear me?” I snarled.

I let my horns break out. My teeth grew longer and sharper, and my cock pulsed. My spine popped, back curved, and with the heat and anger, the black wings tore out of my back, stretching over us, making the air in the room vibrate as if a storm was gathering. The fire in the fireplace hissed and crackled, just like the flames underneath my ashen skin.

“This is what you want?” I spit out the words, venom tainting my voice.

“Cariad?” Rees gasped.

“On your hands and knees!” My roar ricocheted through the room.

Eyes wide, limbs shaking, he obeyed.

“I’ll fuck you like a monster would!”

My cock dripping with early seed, I entered his body, tearing through his flesh. He yelled. I thrust in and out of him, fucking him to the hilt, meeting no resistance, his quivering flesh sheathing my whole length. Bliss spread from my cock into my body, and I bucked and rutted against him. The monster rejoiced, ecstatic, free.

Rees held on, fingers digging into the carpet. He didn’t utter a word of protest, no hiss of pain, no grunt of discomfort; his shouts were raw life.

“Why, Rees?” I asked