Page 6 of Fleshbound (Enchanted Ink)

H e 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 not that good 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 love all of ye. Especially yer brain. Ye’re so clever, Quill. I’m in awe of ye. All of 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 hurt so good .

Quill could barely breathe by the time he came the second time. His entire body went stiff, his thighs shaking. He roared with utter delight. Corven followed him seconds later, unleashing a thick, hot load deep inside as he groaned against Quill’s lips.

When they came back down from the heavens, Corven hovered above him, still deeply rooted inside.

“I never want tae leave yer body,” Corven said between indolent kisses.

Quill was bent nearly in half and so wanted to stretch his legs, but he was nervous to break the magical spell their sex and joint orgasm seemed to have cast around them. He, too, wanted Corven inside him forever. They felt too right as one to pull away into two.

Eventually they did… and then fell asleep entwined in one another’s arms.

They woke sometime later, the sky still twilight, and shared one another’s bodies again. And again. Quill wasn’t sure how long they’d been there. Hours. Maybe a day. He didn’t care. Corven learned every inch of his body… and he Corven’s.

Each time, Quill felt the rope binding them together grow more and more taut.

After their fourth round of lovemaking, they lay in the aftermath, still joined. Corven was his big spoon, cuddling him close.

A swarm of ladybugs drifted closer and danced around them, creating a cocoon of magical light. Quill smiled, the show a wonder to behold.

“There must be hundreds… maybe even thousands,” Quill whispered.

He looked over his shoulder and noticed Corven’s knitted brows.

Corven reached out to the swarm, gently pressing his hand among their number.

“Do they usually do this with you and your lovers?”

“I’ve ne’er brought one here before,” Corven said. He slowly pulled from Quill’s body. “So, I cannae answer that.”

“In two thousand years, you’ve never brought a witch inside your spell?” Quill asked, rolling to face Corven. “What if I’m trapped inside here with you?”

Corven’s eyes widened. “Didnae think o that.” He carefully laid down on the grass beside him. “I didnae bring ye here, though. No by choice.”

Quill frowned. “What?”

“I waved ma hand to undress us. That’s all. Suddenly, we were here instead of yer bit.”

Quill sat up. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He looked around the meadow. “I should go.”

Sadness swept over Corven’s face.

“Not that I want to leave you… it’s just… I need to make sure I can.”

“I understand,” Corven whispered. “Who’d want tae be locked in here with me forevermore?”

I would.

Quill rose, ignoring the carnal part of him unwilling to let go. And his heart, screaming for him to stay. He wasn’t sure how he’d get out, so he simply closed his eyes and imagined himself back in his bed.

Magic tickled over his skin. He opened his eyes and looked at Corven again—and realized he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Clearing his mind, the tickle stopped. He sat back down in the grass at the man’s side. “Another few hours couldn’t hurt, could they?”

Corven chuckled. He smiled, leaned in and kissed Quill’s lips. “Tha’s right, ma love. Stay with me.”

“Forevermore,” Quill whispered before he kissed Corven’s lips.

When he rested back again, Corven’s smile slowly slipped away.

“Ye should leave.”

Quill frowned. “Why? I thought you wanted me here?”

“I dae. Too much dae I want ye here with me. But I can’t have ye trapped.” Tears shone in his eyes. “It wouldnae be right tae dae that tae ye.”

“I don’t care,” Quill said. “It feels too right between us. I don’t want to leave you.”

“Nay, Quillie… ye belong out there. Not in ma prison.” He winced in pain.

“When we first got here, I didnae know how we got here and I almost says it... but somethin selfish inside wanted ye tae be trapped here so I wouldnae be alone. So I shut ma mouth.” He shook his head.

“I tricked ye in tae lettin me past yer walls with a lie aboot the dream an then I was ready tae let ye be imprisoned just so I coud have ye in ma arms. That's proof alone that I dinnae deserve ye.” He winced.

“Get out, before the wicked part o me wins and holds ye here forever.”

Quill shook his head.

“Get out, Quillie. Go back tae where ye belong.”

“But what if I belong with you?” Quill asked, absolutely sure in that moment they were fated to be together.

“I was ready tae use ye tae assuage ma own loneliness without thoughts of ye an what was best for ye. Ye’re no safe with me.”

“And as you said… my loneliness is as strong as yours,” Quill said, desperation making it harder to speak. “We’re both so lost. I want to stay… and be found in your arms.”

Tears shone in the man’s eyes.

Corven leaned in and kissed him, sinking a hand in Quill’s hair. He rested their foreheads together, his hot breath scented of cinnamon washing over Quill’s face. “Nay, Quillie. I will no dae that tae ye.”

“It’s my choice.”

“Ye’re lonely is all.” Corven rose to his feet and backed away. “I donae want ye here. Go back to yer world.” He lifted his head to the sky. “Take the witch back where he belongs. Now.”

Magic swelled over Quill’s skin. He lifted his arm, watching it spread over it. “No… no… Corven, stop.”

“Take him tae his coven. Tae his books.” Corven looked to the sky, without looking at him. “Take him back tae where he has a future.” He finally turned to look at Quill and a single tear rolled down his cheek. “Where there might be a real love waitin for him one day. A man worthy o him.”

“Stop!” Quill roared as the magic built around him. He closed his eyes and attempted to battle it, but whatever it was… it was too strong.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was back in his bed.

Alone.

Quill reached for the book, flipping the pages. New words appeared. It was the story of them, of them finding a love together amid their loneliness.

And Corven’s noble choice to send Quill back, even with such love and sorrow in his heart.

“A hero once more,” Quill whispered to the book, holding it to his chest, hopeful Corven could hear him. Tears burned his eyes. “I love you, Corven of Evonium. I’ve never believed in love at first sight… but you were mine the minute I laid eyes on you.”

He gathered magic in his hands… as he gripped the open book to his chest… and attempted to return to Corven. Nothing happened. He tried again and again, but he couldn’t force himself into the book. “You’re still mine and I will find a way back to you. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

He sat the book in front of him on the mattress. It suddenly pulsed with a golden light, powerful enough to send Quill rolling off the bed and onto the floor. He scrambled back up as quickly as he could and watched as the book closed itself.

And disintegrated into dust.

“No… no…”

The dust coiled in a spiral… and disappeared.

“Noooo!! Corven!!!”

Quill stood for several seconds, frozen and staring at the spot where the book had just been. Tears stung the backs of his eyes and he collapsed on the bed, sobbing.

He cried until he could cry no more. He then told himself crying wouldn’t help him find answers.

He had a bookstore full of them downstairs.

Maybe not the right ones, but there was somewhere to start.

After a rushed shower, he dressed and ran down to the shop, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of joggers.

As soon as he was inside, he swept a hand, turning the Open sign to Closed.

He spun to the two witches browsing his shelves.

“I’m sorry, but I have to close the shop early today. If you have purchases ready, make them now and… please leave.”

The witches blinked at him a few times.

“Quill?” Perry said behind him. “Are you… okay?”

Quill spun to eye his friend and apprentice. “No. But I will be. I just need to find the right answers.”

The handful of witches inside the shop quickly made their purchases and departed.

When the door was locked, Perry turned to him.

“What are you wearing?”

Quill looked down at himself. “I…” he lifted his gaze to Perry. “I’m not okay.”

Perry rushed closer, clasping Quill’s shoulder.

He’d cried every tear he had out yet somehow found some more. He cried into Perry’s arms, his very confused apprentice quietly holding him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Perry finally asked when Quill quieted.

“I can’t. Not yet,” Quill murmured as he pulled away. “Give me time. I promise I’ll tell you.”

Perry nodded. “Well, the only time I’ve ever cried that hard, it was always about a man.”

Quill’s gaze flipped to Perry’s.

“If he hurt you, then maybe he doesn’t deserve you,” Perry said.

“He… he didn’t hurt me. Not purposefully.” Quill forced a smile. “Life pulled us apart.”

“Oh,” Perry said, frowning.

“Go home,” Quill said, looking around the bookstore. “I need to find a way to pull us back together.”

“I can help.”

“Not tonight,” Quill whispered. “I just need me and my books tonight.”