I see it as he flicks his fingers, dancing through a powerful chess match with those curses of Alfhild’s. I feel it as he blazes those thousand coils away one by one, then ten and twenty as he gets the hang of it.
Alfhild’s fighting him through her cursed Bloodrunes upon us; searing agony goes through my mind now, all our minds, as we roar, rage, and fuck.
As Mikkel takes me, I feel Bjorn rip his pants away, shoving his hard girth into my ass as I scream for him, the best kind of scream. He fucks me in a rhythm with Mikkel as Ström works. But there’s one of us missing from this fuck. I seize Ström by the hair, surprising him as I haul him to us now, eating my kiss into his lips.
Because he’s part of this; we need his power, his magic, and his body as we all rage, wrath, and take each other.
Driving my Bloodwalker power into the stratosphere.
It blazes our combined magic ever so high now as we scorch the livingsky bright above us, for real this time, beyond the boat. That seething ouroboros of our combined magics twines through the air in truth now, in all our dragons’ colors as we roar, rage, and fuck.
As Mikkel’s fingers shift into talons, and mine do as well, we slice each other’s skin. Blood drips to the bottom of the boat, sealing this Bloodbond with the complete elements that make it work. As our power combusts, mine draining like a riptide from all three of my bound mates now, that combustion of blazing light and heat sets the boat on fire.
As all our dragons go amok, that conflagration bursts into being all around us. Never has a Blood Dragon been able to make fire; at least, not that I’ve ever heard of.
Our power makes flame now, however, as the boat combusts around us with the scorching heat of all our vast dragon-auras combining, blazing through the air. With that combustion, Alfhild’s Bloodrunes on the ship are seared away.
Mikkel roars as he blasts out the upper deck of the ship now with his power, launching the unconscious Lærke onto a floating raft of the ship’s planks, as we continue to rage and fuck in the lower hull of the sinking, burning ship.
Fire is all around us now, devouring our boat as we heave, and fuck, and kiss. As Ström’s wild magic capitalizes on all our power and sears away the last of Alfhild’s curses inside us, we’re free.
We shift up, launching to the skies as our dragons as the burning ship sinks into the ocean. Though Ström, Bjorn, and I continue to fuck as our dragons, Mikkel gasps and quickly comes out of me.
Diving straight for Lærke’s raft, he saves his sister in a gentle grip of his talons, then turns and flies straight for the western shore, which we can all feel with our dragon senses now.
Bjorn, Ström, and I break up our midair fucking now to rush after Mikkel, out of danger above the ocean. We can feel the shore is about four miles away now, just beyond the horizon. With how burning up withpower we all are now from Mikkel joining our mix, we fly like barbed darts of pure rocket fuel as we rush to shore.
I can feel how Mikkel’s Bloodbond to us is still not properly consummated, since we didn’t have time to climax as our dragons. It will have to wait, however, as we race towards the Danish coast with Mikkel in the lead and the unconscious Lærke in his grip.
As we finally see the coastline, I note how we’re almost at the abandoned warehouse north of Copenhagen that Ström, Bjorn, and I investigated just yesterday. Except now we’re at the headland where the lighthouse sits as we zoom to the rocky beach, Mikkel carefully depositing Lærke on the thin swath of pebbles and sand.
Mikkel’s power inside us is waning, however, since we couldn’t seal our Bloodbond fully. I can feel it, as he snorts and looks around at me on the beach. Still in dragon form, he’s a magnificent all-black drake just like I saw in my vision, with massive spines and serrated scales, a blocky head and dark, endless eyes that have a searing ring of copper around them.
He looks exactly like a black mamba, lithe and deadly, and I know he could kill a bitch with one strike. As he snarls at me, I see poison drip from his fangs—rare in a Blood Dragon to be able to poison with their bite. Beautiful geodesic lines of pure spring green shimmer through his scales in the sunlight. A perfect chartreuse in color, now I know where his flagship club in Copenhagen got its name.
As he strides to me—flipping me over on my back and thrusting into me on the sand.
Mikkel roars as he takes me as his dragon and I roar as I succumb, ready to complete our Bloodbond. There is no hesitation in our dragons now as we crash together, heave, and fuck, over and over and over.
No one else is in our bond now, as Bjorn and Ström watch on the beach, still in dragon form. I feel both of them hold back, hating that this has to happen but knowing it should, as they roar and snarl their own rage and frustration, raking their talons through the sand while Mikkel and I fuck.
He takes me now, and I let him, because we both know we can’t resist it. He was made to be mine, and I was supposed to be his, as we mutually bite each other’s necks now, twisting into a knot as we fuck. As he hammers into me, barbed and long and delicious, I roar and shake him by the neck like a rag doll. I rake my talons into his breast, but it does no good. Mikkel is up for the fight and the fuck with me.
Even if it kills him to do it.
At last, I feel our auras spiral up into the sky again. But it’s not just our auras now, as Mikkel wings me up in our coitus upon tremendous wings of midnight, keeping us together as we fuck. We braid into that powerful ouroboros in truth now, our bodies twined together hard as we death-dive. As he gives one last, terrible thrust, we both blast into orgasm as my Bloodwalker power locks home inside him, forever.
Mikkel roars to take it. I roar, too, knowing how much this is going to cost me. We crash down from the skies.
Heaving hard breaths as we roll apart on the beach.
Someone else is roaring, however, as Mikkel and I consummate our Third Bloodbond. It’s Lærke—awake and rushing up into dragon form, snarling at us both for what we just did.
She’s a massive all-white drakaina, seething with serrated scales, vicious spikes, and powerful chartreuse green lines just the same as Mikkel’s. She’s coming for me, snarling at me with her mouth wide and fangs bared, dripping bright green poison as she lunges to bite.
Mikkel hammers her away with one snap of his fast black wings. She veers aside—stopping short of killing me, as she roars at her brother’s drake.
Mikkel growls low at her now as he steps in front of me. Righting myself on the sand, I’m in terrible pain from the crash landing, but have somewhat regained my wits. Everything inside me still trembles from that powerful fucking, however, and my orgasm, not to mention Mikkel’s enormous, indomitable power, now crashing through our bond.
