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charisstomaFB3X Drabble Cascade #18 - Blood
Title: With a Bit of Magic (m/m, m-preg)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500 multiples of 100 right.. right? 5 x 100
Prompt: Blood
*Shakes head* From ice cream to blood, the places I go.
Stupidly he starred at the redness on his hand. It wasn’t over much but it shouldn’t be. Men didn’t bleed down there unless they had a lover who was rough. Tam didn’t, have a lover that is. He thought back over the last day and in testing, clenched down there to see if anything hurt. Nothing did. Not surprising as he’d slept well and alone.
Goody Martin was a witch, a good witch they said, and it was to her that the village went when sick. The fall of an axe preceded his view of Goody Martin’s nephew visiting from a village over. The village biddies said that he was here in search of a bride and sleek muscles moved well under his sun darkened skin as the axe rose and fell. An unknown something quivered in Tam’s belly, pulling his manhood into interest. The axe gave a last solid thunk into wood. Goody Martin was standing in the door frowning at Elwin after acknowledging Tam. With a sigh she motioned Tam inside her dark smoky house with its herbs drying from its low rafters.
“I bleed.”
“Elwin,” she muttered. A figure blocked the light from the yet open doorway as if the name invoked the man.
“Sit.” The word was directed at both of them and the only seat was a small bench as the chair was occupied by Goody Martin’s cat familiar.
Warmth pushed against his thigh and arm, the scent of hard work and Elwin’s body curling around Tam.
“I don’t approve,” she started, “of this that you’ve done, not without an asking first.”
“We’ve talked of this through the week,” was answered smoothly. “He wants when he sees me. That is not an unnatural magic of my doing.”
“What?”
“Elwin has chosen you and set things so that you will be able to breed children with him. You bleed do you not?”
“How is this possible? I’m a man, not a maid.”
“Elwin’s my nephew. Magic runs in our blood.” Goody Martin snorted, “he just forgot that he was supposed to ask if you wanted to be bound to him as companion. I can reverse it if this isn’t what you want. We have to wait until your bleeding stops but not long after for if he’s this eager to mate with you I doubt that it won’t be long before you’re breeding.”
“But how? I’ve not …” Tam blushed.
Elwin’s hand settled on Tam’s lower back rubbing to whisper in his ear, “You do now but we’ll be waiting for the bleeding to stop. There’s somewhere else I can nestle into you that will be pleasurable for the both of us and I’ll teach you how mouths can also bring delight.” A tongue tip travelled in a teasing path up Tam’s ear and the quivering something inside became hard need that strained against his clothing. Tam whimpered.
“Take yourselves outside to do your wooing. I’m old but not dead yet,” Goody Martin snapped in amusement.
Title: With a Bit of Magic (m/m, m-preg)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500 multiples of 100 right.. right? 5 x 100
Prompt: Blood
*Shakes head* From ice cream to blood, the places I go.
Stupidly he starred at the redness on his hand. It wasn’t over much but it shouldn’t be. Men didn’t bleed down there unless they had a lover who was rough. Tam didn’t, have a lover that is. He thought back over the last day and in testing, clenched down there to see if anything hurt. Nothing did. Not surprising as he’d slept well and alone.
Goody Martin was a witch, a good witch they said, and it was to her that the village went when sick. The fall of an axe preceded his view of Goody Martin’s nephew visiting from a village over. The village biddies said that he was here in search of a bride and sleek muscles moved well under his sun darkened skin as the axe rose and fell. An unknown something quivered in Tam’s belly, pulling his manhood into interest. The axe gave a last solid thunk into wood. Goody Martin was standing in the door frowning at Elwin after acknowledging Tam. With a sigh she motioned Tam inside her dark smoky house with its herbs drying from its low rafters.
“I bleed.”
“Elwin,” she muttered. A figure blocked the light from the yet open doorway as if the name invoked the man.
“Sit.” The word was directed at both of them and the only seat was a small bench as the chair was occupied by Goody Martin’s cat familiar.
Warmth pushed against his thigh and arm, the scent of hard work and Elwin’s body curling around Tam.
“I don’t approve,” she started, “of this that you’ve done, not without an asking first.”
“We’ve talked of this through the week,” was answered smoothly. “He wants when he sees me. That is not an unnatural magic of my doing.”
“What?”
“Elwin has chosen you and set things so that you will be able to breed children with him. You bleed do you not?”
“How is this possible? I’m a man, not a maid.”
“Elwin’s my nephew. Magic runs in our blood.” Goody Martin snorted, “he just forgot that he was supposed to ask if you wanted to be bound to him as companion. I can reverse it if this isn’t what you want. We have to wait until your bleeding stops but not long after for if he’s this eager to mate with you I doubt that it won’t be long before you’re breeding.”
“But how? I’ve not …” Tam blushed.
Elwin’s hand settled on Tam’s lower back rubbing to whisper in his ear, “You do now but we’ll be waiting for the bleeding to stop. There’s somewhere else I can nestle into you that will be pleasurable for the both of us and I’ll teach you how mouths can also bring delight.” A tongue tip travelled in a teasing path up Tam’s ear and the quivering something inside became hard need that strained against his clothing. Tam whimpered.
“Take yourselves outside to do your wooing. I’m old but not dead yet,” Goody Martin snapped in amusement.
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