Desires of a Monster – Roe Horvat
DESIRES OF A MONSTER
SAMPLE FROM AN EROTIC FAIRYTALE
ROE HORVAT
I enjoyed the sounds he made when I fucked him.
He was sincere, not holding back, not trying to make himself more desirable by angling his body in a different way or by moaning when he didn’t feel it.
He’d come already but wanted more. His slick hole tightened around my cock, and I growled with yet another wave of heat.
“You want my cum in your mouth?” I asked. I knew he liked to swallow it.
Instead of answering, he flipped around and, kneeling on the floor in front of me, opened his mouth under my cockhead just in time to catch my spill.
My cock pulsed in my hands. Blissful currents spread from my balls into my belly, and my empty chest warmed.
He licked and suckled on my cock, dipping his tongue into the slit and humming with the taste.
He was hard again, stroking himself slowly. His lust intrigued me.
“You’re greedy,” I told him with a smile.
He kissed my slit and looked up into my eyes.
“It’s the last time I get to taste you, isn’t it?” His tone was matter of fact, only a hint of regret in his words.
“Yes.”
He licked once more, closing his eyes, drawing the last drops out of me.
I’d regret him too. He was a good hole. He’d been here for seventeen days, a handsome man, clever and keen, barely twenty-eight, at the peak of his strength and beauty. I liked the way he smelled and how his body shuddered impaled on my cock.
“Will you fuck me again?” he asked.
“Bend over the bed.”
He stood and turned his back to me, bracing his hands on the edge of the bed.
He groaned with renewed arousal when I pushed my cock into him.
His ring widened to capacity. I didn’t sink deeper into his hole than two-thirds of my length.
He couldn’t take me whole. When I fucked him like this, he only whimpered when the sensation became too intense, but never from pain.
He came after a few minutes, his hole spasming on my cock in a frantic rhythm, wrangling another orgasm out of me.
I pulled out and held his ass cheeks open, looking my fill. His rim was red with use, and my seed oozed out of him. I’d bred his hole twice tonight. If I let him rest, I could wake him later and fuck him two times more. But he’d already stayed for too long.
He shuddered, his soaked hole clenching in front of my eyes, and the strings of liquid glistened in the light of the fire.
“Thank you,” he said. He reached into his crease with his hand and pushed some of my seed back inside. He sighed when he straightened. He looked vulnerable now, the passion gone, only his nakedness and the scent of fresh human cum reminding me of my few minutes of simple enjoyment.
I pulled my robe closed and tied the knot. It was time for him to leave.
“There is a bath ready for you in the room opposite this one. Your clothes are there, clean.”
“This is it?” I even liked the way he looked at me. Inquisitive and with emotion. If I asked, he’d stay.
“I enjoyed your body. You are a good lover and will make many men happy.” It was true.
He gave me a sad smile and nodded. “Good-bye, then.”
“Good-bye and good luck.”
The door closed noiselessly, and I was alone. I’d never see him again.
I went to wash my cock in the basin in the corner and then opened the double door to the balcony.
I tore the sheets off the bed, folded them, and placed them on the floor in the adjoining changing room.
My people would take care of them in the morning.
I didn’t need fresh sheets—my bed wasn’t for me to sleep in.
I’d been awake for three thousand years.
I lit my pipe and stood outside on the balcony, watching the stars. The scent of the human man slowly left my room, carried away by the night breeze, replaced by fine tobacco and herbs.
It was a mild night in late spring, the sky clear, only the muted noises from the stables disturbing the absolute quiet.
Should I have let him stay longer? It might take time to find a good lover again.
He was easy to be with, straightforward, and he liked what I did to him.
Yet if he stayed longer, he’d get to know me, and I’d get to know him.
Human lives were hasty and transient, like shooting stars: you admire one, and it’s gone before you blink. It was better he left.
In the early days, I’d known demons who’d hunted people out of boredom.
They’d raped and murdered, plundered the country, and fought among each other, obsessed with power and greed.
For what? Sooner or later, everything they’d gained died around them while they continued to live without purpose.
They had destroyed each other, one by one disappearing from earth.
I was the last one. There were no others, hadn’t been for one thousand years. No ancient magic remained in the world except for that running through my veins.
Maybe that was why I survived. I didn’t care about power and didn’t see a point in hoarding treasures.
While I didn’t recognize a purpose to my existence any clearer than the others, I owned enough to be safe and comfortable.
I liked my horses, and I liked good people working for me, taking care of my land and animals.
I provided them with livelihood and protection and got the satisfaction of seeing their families thrive in many generations.
I tried not to care about what happened behind the borders of my estate, and I visited the Town only when business required me to.
Maybe I could have been a noble landlord, popular and benevolent, beloved by the peasants, respected by the aristocrats.
I could have attended the balls and exhibitions in Town, even gone into politics and done business without having to deal with superstition.
However, I was an immortal monster, towering over humans, my skin the color of ash and my veins like glowing coal, my silver eyes fear-inducing, and my tastes unacceptable in refined society.
I had one special interest, which made me subject to upsetting, mostly untrue legends. Because of my preference, I was a monster despised by preachers—feared by most, sought out by some.
I fucked human men.
I enjoyed the warmth of their bodies, their primitive urges, their scent and taste, the way they wanted. I liked them eager, grateful, and pliant. Seduced.
I’d done it for centuries, and I intended to continue to the end of time.
It brought me joy, tamed my temper, and despite some disgusting rumors, all my lovers experienced incomparable pleasure when I touched them.
Some tried to come back for more, but most of them understood they wouldn’t be welcome again.
Like the one who’d left a short while ago.
He knew. Barely one hour had passed, and I’d already forgotten the color of his eyes.
Tonight, I’d savor my solitude. Tomorrow, my hunters would find another man to sleep in my bed.
What happens when an immortal monster falls for a dying innocent boy?
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