Page 65 of A Brat's Tale
He strokes my cock until I’m pushing my hips into his hand. “Corrik,please.”
“You’re so beautiful like this, my darling. I could watch you struggle between coming and not coming for hours. But that is for another time. You have studying to do, and I have appointments,” he says, sliding into me.
Corrik interlaces his hands with mine, my arms in a cactus position against the bed as he fucks me hard and slow, kissing my lips, my neck, sucking hickeys on my shoulder. I wrap my muscled thighs around his torso and squeeze, urging him further into me.
“When we make love, everything feels like it will be okay,” he says after.
“It does,” I agree. Something in the way Corrik and I make love always brings us back together and I finally feel I can ask him one of the things I’ve wanted to ask him, something I’ve been avoiding, even in my head. I’ve been back and forth on how to ask him, in the end I just out with it. “Corrik, on our wedding night, did you use sex magic to make me fall in love with you?”
“What?”
“Sex magic.”
He starts to laugh a little at first, but then really hard. “Oh, by the Gods, you had me there for a second, Tristan. Sex magic.”
“I’m serious. You said we bonded via flesh and magic on our wedding night, I heard thunder in my head. Andothair said a human could not bond with an Elf in that way and then he went on about some kind of other Sex God magic. He was negative about the whole thing, but you two believe very different things when it comes to magic and humans.”
Corrik gets quiet. “If I tell you, you’re going to be angry. I am finding it harder to bear your anger, Tristan.”
“Corrik, you’re going to have to tell me.”
He huffs, and it’s clear he doesn’t agree hehasto tell me, but once again, he’s doing it to avoid my anger. Good. “I did cast a spell that bound you to me through flesh and blood, but it wasn’t a love spell, it was a location spell. If I ever need to find you, all I will have to do is cast another spell and I can get your location. A lot of good it did me when you were in Aldrien though.”
I relax. “That’s it, a location spell?”
“Yes, which might be why you heard the thunder.”
“And you believe you can create such bonds through magic with a human?”
“I know I can. I’ve been able to feel you since that night. Other than when you were in Aldrien. The moment you left wherever Aldrien in currently, I could feel you getting closer to me; waiting was agony. If Andothair doesn’t believe in Human-Elf bonds, he’seither living in denial, or he’s not as skilled with spells as I thought he was.”
“There’s also option three—he lied to me.”
“Possible. What did you think I’d done?”
“Asked the sex Gods to make me fall in love with you.”
He squints. “How would that even work?”
“I don’t want to say what I thought.”
“Oh, c’mon. Tell me.”
“You’ll laugh.”
“Maybe.”
Ugh, fine, but only because he’s too damn adorable when he’s charming. “I thought each time you had sex with me, it strengthened the spell and made me fall a little bit more in love with you each time.” That sets him off, he laughs uncontrollably. “You have to admit, that’s kind of what was happening.”
“Oh Tahsen, this is the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Yeah sure, laugh it up.”
I try to roll away from him, but he won’t let me. “I’m sorry, but it’s a bit funny. I should tell you that if there was a way to ensure you would fall in love with me, I would have done it without any shame over it, but alas there was not, and I do not possess a magical cock with which to fuck love into you.”
He laughs at his own joke. I respond by trying to push him away, but as usual, it’s like pushing granite. He’s smiling at me, in adoration and I can’t stay mad at him. “I’m just glad it’s not true.”
“I’m glad you love me,” he says like it’s the best day of his life.
