Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,60
skin shimmered and glowed as if he’d washed me in stardust. It tingled as if he surrounded me, caressing and nuzzling and kissing me everywhere at the same time.
I gasped when he pushed a finger into my hole. The thumb of his other hand slipped into my open mouth, and I sucked on it, finding the traces of his cum. He stilled like that, hovering above me, his fingers inside me from both sides, and his gaze roamed over my body. I understood what he was doing; it was clearly written all over his face. He was claiming me.
The skin on his forehead flashed with the flames underneath. Then it broke, and his horns rose, curling toward the high ceiling. He kept fucking me with his fingers when he changed in front of my eyes, morphing into the sinister yet beautiful form of his being. His muscles tensed and bulged when the thorns on his arms grew, and finally, his magnificent wings, black like coal, stretched above us, stirring the air in the room.
“Don’t wear clothes with me in this room, love. Never. You’ll sleep in my bed every night. I will use your body however I want and whenever I want, just like you will use mine whenever it pleases you. No other is allowed ever to touch you, just like I will never wish to touch anybody else. And you are never to leave me. You must stay with me. Forever.”
His voice resonated in the room, dark and deep. The fire crackled and hissed as wind swirled around him. His thumb left my mouth, but his thick finger in my ass kept moving, and I clutched the edge of the table so I wouldn’t reach for my throbbing cock. He grabbed my hair, tilted my face up, and held my gaze hostage with his silver eyes.
“You already know I’m yours. Now, say you’re mine.” He growled the last words, his teeth glistening.
“Use me however you want. Love me or kill me. I’m yours.” I meant it. He owned me body and soul. Without him, I would have died already. Knowing he loved me, that he wanted me to stay… It was everything I hadn’t dared to dream about. “Forever.”
His finger left my hole, and I whined with need. Swiftly, his arms slid under my legs, his hands curled around my hips, and he lifted my lower body off the table. Effortlessly, he impaled me, his cock slick with a copious amount of his early seed. He forced inside me to the hilt, pushing through my guts. The invasion should have felt like he ripped me apart, yet I burst with sheer ecstasy.
Only my head and shoulders lay on the tabletop, my arms limp by my sides. His wings rose higher, expanding above us, and he fucked me with abandon, pulling my lower body onto his cock in time with his harsh thrusts. The pressure in my underbelly bloomed, and blissful satisfaction spread through me. My cum splattered on my throat, my chin, and my cheek. A few drops hit my lips, and I licked them, marveling at how the taste of my own pleasure had changed with his magic. I tasted of him.
I didn’t know how long he used me like that, nor did I care. I circled my cock with one hand and stroked it as my pleasure crested again and again. His snarls seemed to shake the whole house. His fingers spread under my head while his other arm supported my hips, and he lifted me off the table, the power of his thrusts unrelenting. His wings waved, curtains flew, smoke filled the air as the fire died, and candles got blown. Darkness fell around us. The only light in the room came from his veins, glowing like liquid iron, and from my shimmering skin. I realized we were flying. We hovered above the table, and he clutched me to him, fucking me as deep as ever. His wings made the air in the room spiral around us when he filled me with his cum. My insides tightened around his lurching cock, my body trying to pull him even deeper as if it could grab the source of the immense pleasure and never let go, fuse us together… Then the magic poured into my core exploded, flooding me and turning my lust into euphoria.
I lost consciousness.
When I woke, he was by the fireplace. His wings and horns had dissolved, the wild beast in him tamed. Naked,