Heaving me up to standing in a straddle around his lean hips now, Baldur takes me, fucking into me hard with his hands locked on my ass. Our gravity-defying sex makes our auric bodies spiral up even harder into the aurora-blessed skies, as that ancient sigil-work writes through us both.
I feel it as he lifts my thigh up, angling my hips to get a deeper pound in our stance, though so much more of me is with him out in the stars now. I feel it as our bodies hammer together, far down upon the earth, though the rest of me celebrates becoming one with him out where our true bodies are.
As we become life-mates, at last.
I feel it, as we finally blast together fully in the cosmos. As Baldur crashes into me with one last thrust, giving me my most towering orgasm yet, he cries out, losing his indomitable control and coming, too.
Our dragons dance in the cosmos and all around us in the solar, as we become one, raging and triumphant. They blaze and death-dive together; I feel it as we plummet and swoop each other up, locked in coitus and orgasming, then dive through the cosmos once more.
We’re all the colors of the universe now as our auric dragons death-dance, becoming one. We merge in a thunderclap that rocks all of space and time, and the very Void itself, and I feel it as the last holes inside me are filled.
My curse is not yet lifted, but as my memory snaps back, everything becomes clear again about who my enemies are, my purpose in life, and the hero I am. I rush up into my drakaina in truth then, roaring all through the solar as I shift into my magnificent, united Bloodwalker dragon and roar to the skies.
I’m her in all of creation as I take wing now, blasting out the sod and timber roof of Baldur’s solar and shattering his skylights, sweeping up towards the aurora and the stars far above. It’s full midnight now, though the aurora still blazes through the darkness; and I’m up there with them, dancing upon their ephemeral sways as I cavort in this star-bright midnight, devoured by it.
Baldur is with me too, coiling me up and thrusting into me with his magnificent blue and star-white dragon cock now as we heave, buck, and fight. We death-dive for real now, over and over, through the midnight aurora.
As we mate, bond, and fuck.
It takes a lifetime, even as it takes only hours. I’m lost to the cosmos, and he is, too, as we roar, and rut, and heave wildly into each other all through the skies.
We scratch and bite, as we do it, over and over. He does me not just with his strong, barbed phallus, but also with his long dragon-tongue, as he switches position now in our death-dive to lick me out between my legs, before fucking me with his cock once more.
As we take each other in dragon-form, I feel that magnificent Ouroboros blaze through the skies, as has happened each time I’ve bonded one of my drakes.
Except this time, it’s my magic and Baldur’s coming together in that powerful, ancient knot as our Ouroboros braids all through the Northern Lights with our power.
The entire harem joins it; all our dragon-auras braid together in all the colors of the aurora and the Void now, as power and ultimate control over what I am locks home inside me.
As I feel myself finally come into the fullness of my true Bloodwalker power, Baldur and I orgasm again, roaring.
Something incredible explodes from me then, out into the universe from finding and stabilizing my true power. It explodes from Baldur as well, bonding us into a tight knot as we collapse, falling back down hard into our human forms in the ruined solar.
Fully bonded, we’re life-mates now, complete; I know all my drakes experienced this insane lovemaking, as I feel my power become balanced and strong, perfectly in harmony now as it’s shared by my four Bloodmates.
As Baldur and I fall to the table, spent, I am in control of my magic for the very first time. Though everything about our sex just now was out-of-control, bonding Baldur has given me a mega fuck-ton of power; as Bjorn wakes with a roar in the main room, and Ström comes into this power as he roars also, far away in Copenhagen, I feel our energy rush back, united.
Bjorn is renewed, refilled in his power plus quite a lot more, thanks to having Blood Magic like Baldur. He rises off his couch fast, roaring with strength as his power explodes like a bomb inside Baldur’s home; I feel it twist up with Ström’s magic and my own, as Baldur’s shamanic energy fills all those innumerable holes carved through my aura and theirs in the Void, making them blaze with light.
Ström’s talent for sigil-breaking and mine for lock-busting twist together with Baldur’s ancient might. Mega-powered by Bjorn’s renewed righteousness for a fight, all that energy goes hurtling towards the origin of this curse inside me now.
It’s powered by Mikkel’s wrath, too, as he roars and wakes from some renewed stasis he was in. As I feel Mikkel come into our united power, our five-way Bloodbond complete now with Baldur in the mix, Mikkel suddenly wrangles all our magic. With his viciously honed intent, I hearhim roar as he thrusts all our united power at the False Knight’s Council like a spiked mace.
Ready to fuck them to the stars and back.
But that mace is on fire with wrath, lock-breaking, sigil-wrecking, rage, and incredible light as it busts wide open the black hole in the cosmos that was trying to conceal the Knight’s curse. A thunderclap of pure white fire explodes from me now, not physical fire but auric magic, an etheric flame blazing with gold and all the colors of my drakes, as I feel our five-way power smash through that obscuration and find the origin of that curse, fast.
Bjorn, Ström, and I unravel that curse in a scalding blaze of Baldur’s light, as Mikkel roars at it in his thunderous wrath, shaking it to its foundations and poisoning it.
As the Council’s Excommunication curse upon me comes unraveled in a scalding wave of light, I feel that massive shockwave of power hit its epicenter.
It blasts whomever put this curse upon us; I feel them get wrecked by our power, damaged by our tremendous might, with all our talents plus Mikkel’s and Baldur’s insane amounts of power in the mix.
As we finally break the False Council’s Excommunication curse on me, my memories not only scald back completely, but I get an extra explosion of insane power, thundering out from my renewed aura.
The recoil hits not just the person who cursed us, but all the rest of the Council,hard; I feel them get hammered to their asses from where they were standing in a meeting somewhere, back in their secret citadel in Sweden.
But the person who cursed us is injured the worst; I feel her cry out, shuddering in pain as a horrendous gash is ripped across her forehead, right where her inner sight rests. I can’t see her face; her power is still too strong for me to know just who it was that cursed me. But I know it’s a woman, as I sense a wizened form.
