VICTORY
As my Bloodwalker magic roars towards Mikkel to bring his powerful Bone Magic into our bond and help us right now, he’s suddenly on his feet. Lærke has been ditched from his lap as Mikkel vaults to the bottom of the boat with fire in his dark eyes. There are no words for how I’ve just called him and he just came. The resistance he and I had to him joining our bond is blistered away as his old-world cocktail scent floods from him, inundating me. He strides toward me and seizes me in his arms.
Crushing me with his kiss.
It’s bright, dark, and disastrous as Mikkel takes me with his kiss. He’s ripped me from my drakes to kiss me; with twin snarls, Bjorn and Ström lunge at him to wrangle him back.
Despite us all being magically hindered right now, Mikkel pummels them away with a towering blast of power that he somehow manifests. It’s like he’s a madman, as he eats at my lips, hammering my drakes back. And I’m like a madwoman as I grip him with my arms up around his neck now.
Devouring him in return.
Mikkel heaves me up with his firm hands around my waist. I lockmy legs around his hips, not thinking, just feeling with the power of my beasts as they roar and snarl inside me.
I feel it as the strong, roped black coils of my magic joining with another Bone Mage are formed between us. Mikkel’s dragon is like a towering black mamba inside him, shot through with sparkling lines of chartreuse green as it floods towards me now, poisonous and powerful.
It makes my own Bone Magic go wild, as that leviathan dragon of starry night surges up inside me, towering over my brighter drakaina and devouring her. Though I’m twisting into my fullest Bloodwalker power, deep within, it’s the Bone Magic side of my power taking over now to bond with Mikkel.
The sensation is delicious and disastrous, as I feel the darkest side of my power take over.
It roars through me so hard, I feel like my bones might shatter.
My twin beasts join, then, in a powerful twist, with Mikkel’s drake. As my Bloodwalker magic careens, amplified a hundredfold now by his magic striking hard into mine, plus resonating with Aesa’s stone upon my chest, I don’t even have to think.
We can’t shift into our dragons to seal this deal, but that doesn’t seem to matter, as Mikkel rips his black silk pants down. I didn’t have undies to begin with beneath my little purple shift, as he hauls it up and positions his strong, hard cock right at my opening.
With one powerful thrust, he sinks into me, furious and deep—a perfect fit. Mikkel groans against my lips, then roars like an animal, as if everything has come to completion inside him.
And my power locks home—devouring him in our unbreakable Bloodbond, at last.
It happens so fast; I don’t even have time to scream, as our dragons crash together, hammering us up into the sky. We can’t shift right now, but I feel Mikkel’s indomitable energy blast through Ström and Bjorn, as they also share in my power boost from everything Mikkel’s got, thundering into us.
We’re all shaking, careening with Mikkel’s massive, stimulant energy in our mix as we feel like we’re going to shudder ourselves apart. All that insane dragon-power has nowhere to go right now, except explode inside our bodies as we roar, and fuck, and fight with it.
The ouroboros we’ve made a few times now blisters through the sky inside my mind, even though it can’t escape our bodies right now—insane with power, now that Mikkel’s dragon is in it.
The dark disaster that comes from Mikkel’s Bone Magic floods us like a typhoon, and all his vast mind-abilities, as well. He’s got a mind game unlike any other, even though it’s somewhat similar to Ström’s. I feel Mikkel’s might power Ström’s search for Alfhild’s curse-work a hundredfold.
A searing lighthouse inside us now, when all we had before was a flashlight.
I feel Ström’s search for the cursed Bloodrunes hone in on something inside us from Mikkel’s aid, as Mikkel and I fuck and fuck. Bjorn gives Ström his everything to stabilize our careening Bone Magic now, as the darkness of Mikkel’s unfathomable power provides Ström a searing searchlight to look for all that curse-work inside our minds.
Because, like Ström, Mikkel’s Bone Magic is dark, but it’s also so very bright. He’s only used it for nefarious purposes over the years; it’s like a floodlight now on whatever Ström was looking for, as all our powers twist into one.
Centering inside my Bloodwalker power—and exploding like a bomb.
We’re a tower of flame and heat, darkness and passion, as we roar together now, all four of us. Our terrible might shakes the ship like a cacophony of bells, as it rings inside us, Aesa’s Truthstone going ballistic in my chest.
My Bloodwalker power takes from all these drakes now, devouring them entirely, as I feel a raging brimstone and white-gold light consume me. A jubilant knowing pours through me as I understand this was what Iwas looking for; this incredible maelstrom of power that Mikkel being with us provides.
It’s a maelstrom I can use now—as I flood all our combined power into Ström to find Alfhild’s curses inside us. The deep, roaring instinct of my Bloodwalker magic knows what it wants, as Ström discovers what he was looking for now.
Aesa’s stone sings the true might of the four of us, joined now like we should be, as my power and hers resonate like wildfire. That unified energy blasts into the mix now, fully illuminating whatever curse the sneaky Alfhild has laid upon us.
Like a violet and red serpent of a thousand coils, I feel Alfhild’s incredible hydra of magic blistered by our power as it’s discovered by Ström’s search and all our combined might. It’s like the most complicated warding lock I’ve ever seen, as that curse sears bright now inside my mind. But Ström has a talent that can break all curses, wards, and locks.
As he sets to with a thundering roar now.
To fuck the bitch that bound us.
