Page 11 of Fleshbound
“I need more answers,” Quill said. “If you weren’t his lover, why did he trap you in that book?”
Corven growled again before dropping his head into the grass. “Ye’re goin tae be the death o me.” After a long, dramatic sigh, he lifted his head a bit and eyed Quill.
“He wanted me but I didnae want him,” Corven said, his brogue the thickest it had been yet. “I says as much but he wouldnae listen. His desire turned destructive. He says he couldnae have me, no one else coud either. So he imprisoned me in his book, comin tae me every so often, offerin escape if I’d come inside his body. I ne’er took his offer.”
“All you had to do is have sex with him and you would’ve been free?” While a hard choice, it was one Quill might’ve agreed to.
“I suspected there woud be more tae it than tha,” Corven said. “It wouldnae been one time. He woud have kept me his slave, I suspect. I coudnae live like tha. Better tae be trapped in the book than inside him.”
Quill frowned, compassion swelling in his chest. He’d taken the moral high road and been ensnared for two thousand years because of doing what was right.
And yet Quill sensed no anger. No wrath. No ill emotions. How could he have survived it all for all those years without feeling rage? Even as he told his tale, Quill felt nothing but the need Corven had for him.
“I thought he woud have given up eventually if I stood strong.” Corven caressed Quill’s thigh. “Than he died, an he took ma chances for escape with him. I’ve been trapped in those pages ever since.”
“You have magic… but not enough to break free?”
“I’m no witch. The book gives me some. A dinnae ken how. But tis only so strong. I’ve gotten better at wieldin it over two millennia but there is no escapin this prison. No for me.”
“My coven is strong. Maybe we can try.”
“Dae ye think I’ve no gone from coven tae coven searchin for the one who coud break this curse? Hecate herself wasnae even up tae the task.” He shook his head. “No. This is ma curse an I will carry it until the day ma nightmare ends.” Corven caressedthe side of Quill’s face. “Though it isnae so much a nightmare with ye here with me.”
Quill’s chest tightened. He sensed their time might be short. “How long can you stay with me?”
“A few days. Maybe a couple of weeks if we’re lucky.” Corven offered a wry smile. “Then I’ll travel wherever the magic takes me. Twas lucky it took me to ye.”
Quill kissed Corven with every ounce of emotion he had. Days? That’s all they had together? He’d never believed in love at first sight, but whatever magic shared between them, if felt awfully close. If they had only days together, Quill would make them the most incredible possible.
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He descended onto Corven’s thick cock, impaling himself on his lover’s shaft. Quill moaned, the fullness and hint of pain taking away his ability to breathe for a few seconds. Ever so slowly he sank farther. Once balls deep, he paused, learning the feel of Corven’s body inside his.
When he felt ready, he barely rocked his hips. Again. And again, until he moved with confidence. He set a languid pace, the feel of their bodies coming together magical. Corven’s strong hands captured his waist, forcing the tempo higher. The man felt made for him, touching all the places inside that brought him the most joy and pleasure.
“Och, ye're so beautiful ridin upon me. Ye were made for me, laddie.”
Quill smiled, the praise lifting his soul higher.
“So beautiful… inside an out.” Corven caressed his face. “I’ve dreamt of a man like ye. One who could make me find hope again.”
Quill chuckled. “I’m notthatgood of a fuck.”
“Ye are,” Corven whispered. He slid his hands to Quill’s bottom. “Yer body is ma fantasy. Soft an pliant—with a nice, round booty for squeezing.”
“You don’t love me for my brain, hmm? Just my body?” Quill’s face warmed. He’d never considered his body anything special. He wasn’t stacked with muscles or handsome as some. To hear Corven say those things embarrassed him.
“I loveallof ye. Especially yer brain. Ye’re so clever, Quill. I’m in awe of ye.Allof ye. Mind, body, an soul.”
While it sounded like a line any two-bit Cassanova would use, there was an earnestness that called out to Quill. Between the stories he’d read, hearing how Corven had been trapped, and the bond he felt…
He sensed…
“Enough o this,” Corven whispered.
He grasped Quill’s ass and rolled them over. After placing Quill’s calves on his shoulders, he sank as deep as he could go. They both moaned, the sound echoing through the nearest trees.
Corven spent the next however long fucking him rough. Just the right amount of rough, never going too far but hitting all the right spots. He just barely crossed the line every so often to make it hurtso good.
