A great void within the Void, like a black hole, rises before us now as he tries to search for the originator of this curse and fails. It leaves us with only one thing left to do.
To burn it out of me, or die trying.
I feel him power up like a solar fire now, as he gets ready to work this ceremony, our bodies twisting and devouring each other on the table. Neither of us knows what’s going to happen; but I’ve already given him my permission, as he powers up to change my fate now, or cause both of us to perish in the attempt.
It’s a chance we have to take, as we coil together hard up in the stars and upon the earth. If we face the Black Dragon as we are, with my aura shot full of holes and bleeding our Bloodbond out into space, no amount of raw power Baldur could give would be worth a damn.
Making him joining us an all-too-moot point.
“Are you ready?” Baldur asks, gasping as he pulls away from me on the table. He’s still crushing me to the wood, however, his hands on either side of my face to hold me back from kissing him as he gives me one final chance to agree to this.
“I was born ready,”I gasp back. I summon my courage, knowing we have to do this. As he nods, my heart soars to be doing this with him and no one else.
As I rise high through the universe now, us coiling and braiding together, I know that even though we do this to fix my dragon, we really do this to save every one of my drakes from a fate worse than death.
Baldur’s diamond-midnight eyes shine as he feels my blistering heart. With one last nod, he says, “If we die, we die. I’d rather fight my last battle with you, at your side. Even if this day is my last.”
“One or many.” I nod, feeling my entire heart blaze to have finally found him. “Though I really do hope it’s many.”
“Me, too. Hold on tight.”
Baldur’s lips quirk now as his marvelous dragon gives a thundering roar in the Void. As I feel his dragon give an enormous shove from the cosmos, a cosmic explosion of power, I cry out and arch in ecstatic frenzy, devoured by that all-consuming light.
Infinite runnels of cosmic sunlight from Baldur’s power suddenly begin to fill my dark places, as silver, blue, and diamond-white sigils blaze all over me. They sear whorls and intricate, ancient designs upon my flesh as they sink in permanently now—not into my skin, but deep inside my body and my dragon-aura, where they burn, roar, and pulse like the unfathomable drums of the cosmos itself.
I feel Baldur work his utmost creation upon me now, as he binds himself into my power and into my harem of drakes to give us what we need. Like a wild man incarnate, he pours his magic and his ephemeral touch over me everywhere, scalding me with heavenly scales and searing light, as he coils me up hard now in the stars.
He coils me up on the table too, as his lips devour me—everywhere. I scorch as I feel him devour my belly, nipples, and groin with his ancient, incredible power and his scorching hot lips; I cry out as he roars and pours his power inside me down below.
Up between my legs.
I have one second to feel so stretched, so taken by Baldur’s star-hot power—before he roars and thrusts into me for real. He fills me, so hotand full, stretching me impossibly wide as he pounds into that exact right spot, over and over.
I writhe and buck, spasming with passionate heat as he takes me now, hard. Despite his artistic ways, Baldur’s dominant, giving me everything and making me enjoy it, arching and screaming with pleasure on his blazing artist’s table.
Writhing and devoured by his body, his aura, and his cock, I come suddenly, heaving and cresting upon the table as he takes me with his intense, fit body and his monstrous, incredible power. I feel it as my entire body, and even my aura, fill with Baldur’s light; with that orgasm, some part of me came unraveled from what I was, here on the earth and out in the stars.
I become something new, as Baldur fills me up—everywhere. Because he’s taking me with his body and his fate-changing power; filling me up with his light, he thrusts into me now, over and over.
We’re screaming, we’re burning; our bodies are lost to a great cosmic elation now, like I’ve just done way too many drugs. But this isn’t a drug; this is the true high of becoming life-mates as we seal our fate, together.
Thrusting into each other now, we’re wild, insane with this ancient dance as we roar, rage, and fuck. Rutting hard, Baldur is a wild man as he rolls me now, sitting me up atop him in a wide straddle.
He grips me with his insanely powerful hands, thrusting into me again and again, making me cry out as I arch back, riding him down onto the table. We’re insane with power now as we thrust, grind, and fuck, his immense star-brightness filling me up more as I suddenly orgasm again.
We switch to doggy style and I orgasm more; he throws me down on my back, holding my ankles up in a wide straddle and I orgasm harder, screaming now for him as I come and come.
As we roar, and heave, and take each other, our dragons dance and fuck out in the cosmos, as much as our bodies heave together on the sigil-scalded table below.
I shudder and shake, gasping and writhing, reaching up and seizingBaldur by his long white hair now because I need his light in my universe so much.
His power seethes through me as he thrusts into me, and I let it, as we finally reverse what’s been done to me, altering my fate with every orgasm he gives me.
Because as my Bloodwalker dragon devours his seemingly endless cosmic magnificence, I feel our bones and flesh come together, singeing with a beautiful, scalding white light.
Still fucking, still writhing and bucking with a towering heat, I’m a madwoman and he’s a madman, as we thrust into each other more, atop the somehow unbroken table.
Sigils careen all over it and through the surrounding air; but they’re inside our bodies, too, as I feel them write a magnificent phrase now throughout our very souls.
