Owen and the Beast
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Owen greedily met the rough, deep thrusts and squeezed his channel in a way that had Edmund half mad by the end. When he could hold on no longer, he reached beneath Owen to stroke him to release, sighing when it only took three strokes to get him to completion. He pumped every drop of cum from Owen before taking him by both hips and thrusting home half a dozen more times. He lowered himself over Owen and hugged him close with both arms as he came into him and shook. Owen trembled as well, and then lowered slowly as they both came down from their pleasure.
They lay in a tangle of sheets and limbs, and Edmund almost thought Owen had fallen asleep. But then his lover rolled over and whispered in his ear.
“Do that again.”
Edmund chuckled, but then he captured Owen’s lips and obeyed.
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One Month Later
Owen stood looking out the window, his gaze fixed on the gate in the distance.
“Everything all right?” Edmund asked as he came up behind Owen and wrapped his arms around him.
“Oh yes.” He leaned back into his lover. “Everything’s wonderful.” He locked his fingers with Edmund’s, admiring their new matehood rings. He’d picked out a simple filigree design that included diamonds and emeralds interspersed on the silver bands to represent the years of their births. Though they hadn’t had an official matehood ceremony, Owen had never been happier than the moment when Edmund had slipped that ring on his finger.
“You look as if you’re thinking of something serious.”
“I suppose I am.”
“Tell me.” Edmund moved to his side, concern on his face.
Owen reached up and cupped his cheek. “Don’t look like that. It’s something good.”
“Then put my wandering thoughts to rest. I can only guess you’re bored here and long to travel again.”
“Perhaps at New Year when people will welcome a storyteller to their celebrations, but not now. And not without you. Never without you.” He looked outside again. “No, I’m not bored. How can I be with the most exotic creature in the world pleasuring me day and night?”
“You’re stalling. Tell me. Anything you want will be yours.”
Owen smiled, hoping his suggestion would not seem silly to Edmund. “I’d like to rename our home.”
“Why?”
“Like you said, the old legends are ridiculous. We need a legend of our own. And if the beast isn’t going to transform—which I wouldn’t want anyway—then we must work our own type of magic.”
Edmund studied him a while before saying, “You have an idea in mind?”
Owen nodded. “Evermore Lodge. It’s close, yet completely different. The name is hopeful and wistful. Romantic. This is a place of happiness again, and I want even the name to proclaim that.”
“Then I don’t see any reason to delay.”
“You mean it?”
Edmund laughed. “Of course I do. We’ll talk to the blacksmith about the gate when we visit Lady Christobel again.”
“Thank you!” He threw his arms around Edmund’s neck. “You make me so happy.”
“Good, because it’s your love that made this a place of joy again.” Edmund pushed him against the wall. “But now, there is one other type of magic that works around here.”
Owen laughed, the sound cut off by the hungry kiss of his beautiful beast.
The End
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