Bloodspell: An MM, BDSM High Fantasy Novella

by Samantha Calcott

  Bending over the side of the bed, he swiftly tied it around Simon’s eyes, rendering him temporarily blind. His heart began to race with concern, but he knew he could still use his safe word if it got too uncomfortable. Frankly, his cock didn’t care how disturbed he was: it wanted relief and not even a blindfold would get in its way.

  “Glacies,” Tobias whispered, a spell to make things turn to ice. At first Simon didn’t feel anything, but then there was a burning coldness pressed against his neck, right on the pulse point.

  He gasped at the sensation and Tobias chuckled darkly.

  The ice trailed down his throat, and a hot tongue followed it immediately, the juxtaposing sensations driving Simon half mad. The ice continued its descent, moving over to touch one erect nipple.

  The feeling went straight to his cock and he moaned, trying to cant his hips up. The cold nipple was pinched hard in response and twisted. Simon cried out at the pain, but his cock gave a surge of approval.

  “Needy little slut, aren’t you?” Tobias asked. His tongue then soothed the pinch, only to cause more pain as he bit the nipple, worrying it between his teeth. The man was going to kill Simon if he didn’t stop the torture and fuck him soon.

  The other nipple received the same treatment, the ice, the pinch, more ice, and then a deep bite that Simon was sure would bruise in the shape of Tobias’ mouth.

  The ice trailed down his stomach, over his navel, and the sinful tongue followed, dipping into the crevice of his navel and biting there, too.

  “Fuck!” Simon cried, wishing he could touch himself. He futilely pulled against the restraints.

  The thing about magical ice is that it doesn’t melt unless the conjurer wants it to, and Tobias was in no hurry, or so it seemed. He trailed the ice down Simon’s happy trail, nipping with his teeth at every spot the ice touched. He was so close to Simon’s cock … just a few more inches.

  “Please,” Simon whimpered, but his plea fell on deaf ears. Tobias wasn’t nearly done with him yet.

  The ice hit his inner thighs now, freezing cold and then the hot tongue licked him like a sweet treat.

  Higher and higher now, the ice was beginning to melt, becoming wet and slick against his flesh and he moaned again, arching his hips up even more. Tobias lifted his hips higher, slapping both his abused cheeks again and reawakening the fire there from the wounds.

  The ice ghosted over them as well, and slowly made its way to his arsehole. Simon gasped once more, at a loss for words at the cold, slick piece of ice that was now worrying its way into his hole. He let out a litany of curses, some nearly unintelligible.

  “You’re such a fucking slut you’d let me fuck you with this, wouldn’t you?” Tobias asked. “Come on, tell me you would.”

  Simon’s embarrassment reared its head again as he said, “Yes, Sir, I’d let you fuck me with the ice if it pleased you and got me off.”

  Tobias pushed the ice further into Simon’s tight heat, where it began to melt even more, moistening the opening and dripping down his crack. Simon’s entire body stiffened when he felt Tobias’ tongue against his hole, following the ice just like he had been the past ten minutes.

  He tried to say something, but no sound emitted as Tobias licked up his crack and back to his hole, his tongue prodding and swirling around the tight opening. Despite being experienced, no one had done that to Simon before. They had always used cleaning and loosening spells, rather than do it the manual way.

  “Oh — oh!” was all Simon could get out as Tobias’ tongue pushed past his entrance, breaching him.

  Tobias licked and laved and prodded, turning Simon into a pure, writhing mess. More pressure came against his entrance as Tobias began to wiggle a finger in there alongside his tongue.

  Simon keened around the intrusion, still unable to say a damn thing aloud as Tobias fingered and snogged his arsehole.

  Tobias stopped licking him and instead inserted another finger inside his wet hole. Simon whined at the loss, which earned him a hard slap on the thigh.

  “Do you want to come?” Tobias asked. “Tell me, slut, do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Sir!” Simon gasped as Tobias’ fingers hit his prostate and made him see stars.

  “Then beg for it, slut. Or I’ll just come in your mouth and leave you here, unfulfilled.”

  Bastard! Simon thought. “Please, Sir, please! I need to come! Please let me come!”

  “I need a little more feeling than that,” Tobias said, still fingering him. Simon thought there was a chance his heart was going to stop as Tobias’ mouth closed over his entire cock and he began to suck him off.

  Simon’s hips canted up without meaning to, but Tobias held him down with one strong hand and kept sucking.

  “Oh, please, please let me come! I — I can't hold it anymore, Sir, please!” Tears of need fell from Simon’s eyes, and he hated himself for them.

  Tobias’ mouth left his cock and the fingers were removed from his arse. He wasn’t bereft for long, however, as something hard and hot and thicker than fingers pressed against his entrance.

  Without preamble, Tobias shoved his thick cock deep inside of Simon, and the new submissive cried out in pleasure and relief and pain at being stretched so wide so quickly.

  “Take it, slut. Take my cock and thank me for the privilege,” Tobias said. His voice was thick with his own need, and Simon felt proud.

  I did that, he thought. I made cold, calm Tobias Bloodworth so aroused he can’t speak straight.

  After a few hard thrusts, he pulled out almost completely, and Simon wanted to scream in frustration.

  “Come on, Simon,” Tobias cajoled. “If you want to come so badly, beg me. Beg, or I leave you here like this, red bum waving in the air and bollocks full to bursting.”

  “P-please…” Simon trailed off.

  Smack! “Please what?”

  “Please make me come!”

  Smack! “Not good enough. Show some respect when you beg, fuck toy.”

  Oh God, Simon was going to come on his voice alone soon.

  “Please let me come, Sir!”

  “Better.” And with that Tobias shoved his entire length back up Simon’s hole and the young man gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled by the man who now seemed such a perfect fit inside of him.

  Something had been unleashed inside of Tobias, and he was pounding Simon like an animal, raw and uninhibited. His hips smacked Simon’s arse with each thrust. And then Tobias began to talk, and Simon was going to come undone from the utter filth spewing from those lips.

  Tobias, a normally quiet and reserved man, so the sound of him spewing such filth made Simon certain that he could’ve come from the words alone.

  “That’s it. Take it. Take my cock, you fucking slut. Your arse is so tight, so hot. I’m going to ruin you for every man that comes after me. I’ll stretch you so far open you’ll be forever marked as my property, my little fuck toy.”

  Tobias gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, canting him at an angle where his cock was hitting his prostate with every single thrust; the bed shook with the force of them.

  That was more than Simon could bear, and he came without even being touched, spilling what felt like an ocean from within him. He cried out Tobias’ name as he came, tears forming in his eyes from the sheer force of it.

  The mage kept pounding him, the friction now just shy of becoming unbearable when Tobias stilled, shuddering, and Simon felt his insides fill with his hot come.

  Simon felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was floating even though he was in pain and pressed into the mattress. It felt perfect. The heat in his chest was a bright, warm ball of pleasure, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t think, or speak. He could only feel as the afterglow settled over him.

  Tobias pulled out of his abused arsehole slowly, carefully, with a groan of his own.

  The blindfold was removed, and Simon blinked at the sudden assault of light. Suspended over him was Tobias, face flushed wit
h sweat and long hair hanging down, slightly brushing Simon’s chest. The look in those dark eyes was unfathomable. There was so much emotion there, and he couldn’t decipher any of it.

  Tobias leaned down and pressed his lips to Simon’s, so gentle that it was almost hard to believe this was the possessive Dom who had just plundered him moments ago.

  Simon kissed back, tasting himself on Tobias’ lips and not caring.

  The mage whispered a spell and the restraints fell away, freeing Simon’s appendages. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around Tobias and kept kissing him.

  Tobias rolled over so that he was on Simon’s side and caressed him gently, each second passing making the fire in Simon’s chest intensify.

  “Are you okay?” Tobias asked quietly.

  “Yes. … And thank you.”

  * * *

  Simon was once again disoriented when he woke up the next morning. He was aching from head to toe, especially his arse and hips. Opening sleepy eyes, he spied Tobias lying next to him, his arm carelessly tossed over Simon’s waist, and the memory of the previous night came flooding back to him.

  “Good morning,” Tobias murmured, peering at him through half-lidded eyes.

  “Morning. …So, last night really happened, huh?” Simon asked, running his hands through his tangled curls.

  Tobias rolled his eyes. “It would appear so.”

  “Wow.” Simon was suddenly shy. He hadn’t expected any of this to happen and was unprepared for the aftermath.

  “Are you in pain?” Tobias asked.

  “A little,” he admitted.

  Tobias leaned over and opened the drawer next to the bed again. He pulled out a crystal potion bottle that was a little more than half-filled with a creamy substance.

  “Turn over,” he commanded.

  Simon listened and felt a cool touch on his wounds as Tobias began to massage whatever was in the bottle on them. It was so gentle, it was hard to believe it was the same man as last night touching him.

  “There,” Tobias said after a moment. “Give it ten minutes and those will be completely healed.”

  “Thank you,” Simon said, turning his head to the side and resting it on his crossed arms. Tobias was sitting at the edge of the bed now, his body in perfect view. “This isn’t going to change anything, is it?”

  “You mean am I going to start being affectionate with you in public? Never. Will we be able to let off steam frequently during this ordeal? Most certainly,” Tobias replied. “I have never allowed my sex life to interfere with my real life, and I don’t intend to start now.” He looked over at Simon and gave a small smile. “The potion needs to set in your skin before you can shower. Breakfast will be ready by then.”

  He exited the basement, leaving Simon slightly mystified.

  How could he have been so passionate less than eight hours ago, and now was back to the same cold man he’d always known? It didn’t make sense, but Simon supposed he was glad. It didn’t do to get emotionally attached to someone you had to kill someday soon.

  He just had to enjoy this time with Tobias while it lasted. Because if he knew anything, it’s that peace was an illusion and happiness was a fleeting bird you had to catch with your bare hands. It would cut and scratch and claw, not wanting to be captured, but well worth it when it had been grasped.

  * * *

  The next few days were spent holed up in the manor, searching for a new spell to locate Thornhill. Two mages had never made a tracking spell together before, so they were about to create magical history in more ways than one. Tobias’ eyes were alight the entire time, even when the spells kept failing to do what they intended.

  “You’re the darkest person I’ve ever known, yet you’re the optimistic one here,” Simon said one night. “How? I’m ready to just go off looking anywhere and everywhere.”

  Tobias scoffed. “Why am I not surprised? We cannot let him catch us unawares. It would spell disaster.”

  Simon nodded. He knew that, but his nature didn’t accept sitting there with sigils and herbs, trying to track a man who didn’t even have any actual magic to track.

  “How did he steal the magic from the Chapel?” Simon asked.

  “The Core,” Tobias replied. “He drained it. He used a spell that’s usually used to replenish empty wells and reversed it to drain the Core of its magic.”

  The Core had been at the centre of the village for longer than there had been humans. It was believed that that was where all mages received their powers, and that it would increase once there was only one mage house left, as per the prophecy.

  “So that’s why we can’t track his magic, it’ll just lead us to the Chapel.”

  Tobias nodded. “Took you long enough to figure that one out.”

  “Screw you.”

  “I believe I screwed you just an hour ago,” the raven-haired mage said lightly, redrawing a sigil on parchment.

  Despite his insistence that nothing would change between them, everything had. They were still fire and water, different on all sides, but they no longer danced around each other carefully. Their repertoire of insults was friendly now, and more than once Simon caught Tobias smiling to himself for no reason whatsoever.

  I don’t want to lose this, Simon thought suddenly. He had been conditioned from birth to fulfil the prophecy no matter what, and now he was finally seeing Tobias’ side of the argument. Why did they have to fight to the death? Why did he have to destroy everything he had come to love? Because he did love Tobias Bloodworth, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He was sure that he was nothing more than a convenient arse to Tobias, and that was okay for now. Because it would make everything easier for them if at least one of them wasn’t lost in a haze of emotion when the time for the final battle came.

  There was a knock on the door, breaking Simon’s train of thought.

  “Can you get that?” Tobias asked. His long, dexterous fingers were stained with ink. “I’m in the middle of reconfiguring this sigil.”

  “Yeah, sure,” Simon said, getting up and walking the cold manor halls peeking through the small chink in the stone to see who the visitor was. To his pleasant surprise it was Amy and Jake.

  “Hey,” he said opening the door, hugging each of them in turn.

  “We thought we’d check in,” Amy said.

  “Make sure you haven’t killed each other yet,” Jake added.

  Simon blushed a little. “Actually, Tobias and I are very … friendly.”

  Jake didn’t get the insinuation as he snorted. “Yeah, sure. I bet you’re braiding his hair, right? Putting on his black nail polish for him while you talk about his non-existent feelings?”

  Amy whacked him in back of the head. “Be nice. He is my friend, if you recall.”

  “Sorry,” Jake said sheepishly. “Seriously, mate, do you need an escape route?”

  Simon shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he felt the fire in his chest heat up. “We’re good here. Just stuck on finding Thornhill.”

  Amy nodded. “And we can’t even help you with that. I hate it. I want to get rid of that awful creature masquerading as a man.”

  “I’m going to go say hi to Bloodworth,” Jake said.

  “Don’t provoke him while he’s concentrating,” Simon warned. “Or I’ll be by your side in hospital saying, ‘I told you so’.”

  Jake flapped a negligent hand and walked further into the manor, leaving Simon alone with Amy.

  The knowing psychic didn’t need much to tell that Simon was different now.

  “I see that you and he have put aside your childish feud,” she said loftily.

  “Don’t play coy, you know exactly what’s going on between us,” Simon said, surprised that he was unashamed to admit it aloud to her.

  She smirked. “Of course I do. And I can see it’s doing you well.”

  “What do you mean?” Simon asked.

  She gestured to his chest. “The Soul Flame has intensified tenfold since I last saw you.”


  “The Soul Flame? What the Hell is that?” he asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re a mage and yet you know nothing! There are multiple reasons for that glow in your chest to manifest. Yours is the Soul Flame.”

  “No, it’s for a life debt that I now owe to Tobias,” Simon corrected. “And anyway, how can you see it, let alone know what it is?”

  Amy rolled her eyes once more. “Half-faerie, remember? The mind and soul are interconnected, and I can see both easily.” She reached out but stopped just short of touching Simon. “When Tobias saved you, when that magic enveloped you, it awakened your Soul Flame.” She smiled. “Just like when I first read Jake’s mind when we were eleven.”

  “Wait … I’m confused.”

  The look on Amy’s face plainly read, “What’s new?”

  “What’s a Soul Flame?” he asked.

  His friend shook her head. “I can’t say. I’ve already told you two much more than I should have, as decreed by the Fae Council. At least Tobias took my warning to heart.”

  “What warning?” Simon was beginning to feel like his brain was in a mixer.

  “More than just working together, the fate of this mission — and of the mages period — hinged on your relationship blossoming,” Amy explained. “Did he not tell you any of this?”

  “No.” Simon felt sick to his stomach, and he couldn’t breathe. It was as if someone had punched him in the gut and cut off his air supply all at once. Had all this been a ploy to get at Thornhill, or fulfil the prophecy? Had Tobias ever given a damn about Simon at all, or was it all a clever plan?

  Jake returned, smirking. “Tobias was too busy reading a book to talk to me. I don’t think he heard half of the shit I was saying to him. Anyway, we gotta go. Come by one night for supper, yeah?”

  Simon nodded and bid them both a hasty goodbye, but he was numb to it all. So, this was how a broken heart felt. Pain so deep that your whole body became numb to it, lest the pain overtake every faculty and kill you.

  He never wanted me, he thought, fighting the hurt tears that came into his eyes. He never wanted me, he just wanted to fulfil the damned prophecy!