Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,6

asking to be mounted by the most dangerous creature on earth, the boy smirked.

I wanted to challenge him and make him fear me. However, it proved to be difficult to scare a dying man. I could make him uncomfortable, though. Was he really going to offer me his body for a meager chance of a cure? I had no use for his beauty or wit if I couldn’t fuck him into ecstasy.

“On the table, on your hands and knees.”

He blinked, frozen for a moment by my outrageous request. But then he seemed to recover. Slowly, he knelt on the low table and bent over, letting his head sink between his shoulders. A slight shiver went through him, but he was quiet, waiting patiently.

I stood up from my armchair and walked around him, examining his body from all angles. I paused behind him and slid my hand over his exposed buttocks.

“Spread your thighs.”

He hesitated, but then he opened his legs wider, showing me his crease.

His hole was closed tight, pink and clean. Pure. Too pure. His smell permeated the air. Fresh sweat, his breath, and an elusive hint of early seed. He was aroused—just from being naked and exposed. Interesting.

“Have you ever had a man’s cock inside you?”

“No, my Lord.”

“Have you ever fucked another person?”

“No.”

“Kissed?”

He sucked in a breath, and this time his answer came slower, quieter. “No.”

“A virgin.”

He was silent.

“Are you lying to me?” I asked sharply, knowing very well he couldn’t but curious about what he’d answer.

“No, my Lord. You’d know if I did.”

“Another rumor you choose to believe?”

“No. I can feel it.”

That gave me pause. He truly was an unusual man.

“Rees, before you agree to stay at my house for the next few weeks, you need to know the truth.”

“I’m listening.” I assessed him like cattle on the market. He held the lowly position, which should have mortified him, but he seemed proud and unafraid, even as he let the Demon appreciate the sight of his virgin asshole.

“My seed might heal you,” I told him. “If you please me, if I enjoy your body and your mind, my seed becomes plentiful and thick. If I then fuck you, it will seep into you and make you strong and healthy. Whether it can cure your disease, I don’t know. Maybe.”

I ran my thumb through the crease of his ass and over his balls, and he exhaled harshly before he asked, “It’s true, then?”

“It’s outrageous, isn’t it?” I caressed his ass cheek. He really was flawless. “The only true magic in this ugly world doesn’t come from God’s hands but from Demon’s cock.”

“I don’t believe in any gods,” Rees muttered, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Good. Because if they existed, they’d disapprove of what you’re doing.”

I bent down and sniffed his crease. Wetness gathered in my mouth, and I swallowed. My cock was never really soft like a human’s. I’d rub it all over his body tonight.

“You say if a lot,” he said slowly, quietly.

“You’re clever, Rees. Exactly. It’s an important word for you to notice.” I lifted my hand and tapped my finger on his closed, shy hole. “You need to be able to take me.”

He shivered.

I walked around the table, opening my robe. I paused by his head and took his cheek in my palm, lifting his face.

“You think you’ll be able to take a monster’s cock into your innocent body, Rees?”

My cock reared by his face. Fully hard now, it was almost the size of his forearm.

I expected the fear to come now. Anticipation of pain. Even disgust. Instead, a blush rose to his pale cheeks, and he gasped softly. The scent of his arousal grew stronger in the air. I waited for what he’d do. He assessed my cock with darkening eyes. Slowly, carefully, he leaned closer.

“You can touch it.”

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, dragging his clean-shaven cheek along my cock. His fine hair tickled the base, gold against ash.

“It’s hot. Scorching,” he murmured. He rubbed against it like a cat, and his heart beat faster, pulse throbbing under my fingertips when I caressed his throat. His lips touched my cock for the first time. I held his face between my hands, my fingers in his hair, and let him nuzzle the underside. He moaned. His expression lustful, his breath shortened. Beautiful.

“You really do want to be here, don’t you? Dying or not.”

“I saw you in the Town weeks ago. You looked straight at me with your silver eyes,” he whispered.

“And you