It blasts us together now, as Mikkel loses all his iron-clad restraint. In one masterful heave, he pounds into me, deep inside.
He hits the end of me, grunting as I scream, but in the best possible way, as we finally slam together. I’m wild now, unhinged as my Bloodwalker magic pours through me in scalding waves; Mikkel is a glorious demon, as he loses all his restraint now, pouring himself hard into me as I thrust upon him with my slick, wet juices.
His bonds aren’t restricting me now, but aiding me; I feel how theymove my body, rivers of his power coursing through me in tidal waves now to hammer me like a wayward ship against his merciless rocks.
I feel the incredible way he slams my cervix, in just that perfect spot, over and over, as we fuck. It’s got me roaring, hammering into him harder now, thrusting as his winds of copper darkness force me to move my body more and take it all, even as I give it.
His power makes us fuck like mad creatures now, hard, deep, and relentless. I am lost to abandon, as Mikkel’s iron bands of Bloodwind force me into a ridiculous arch beneath him now, so he can fuck me even more.
Mikkel’s auric ropes hold me in that insanely erotic position, his entire dragon coiled up with mine as we fuck. As he roars, his hand flashes up, seizing my hair in his fist; he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me as he fucks me rotten.
Mikkel is insane with love, power, and beautiful wrath, as he takes me now, and I take him. And it’s good, hard and deep, as he at last gives in.
He does me, furious, driving, and swift as he holds me prisoner to his auric winds, his powerful body, and his furious cock, not to mention his towering mind. And I love every inch of it, as he does me to the darkness and back, finding our true inner light, together.
I feel our dragons coil up in a hard knot now, as Mikkel masters me and we fuck. I feel them braid together into that impossible Ouroboros, as the incredible sensation of orgasm rises inside me.
As it spirals up towards the skies, I cry out, undone. I’m insane with love for Mikkel now as he drives hard into me, doing me like a madman as he roars and holds me trapped, prisoner to his dark love.
His eyes sear in a blazing copper bonfire, punishing my heart with their glory. He kisses me, over and over, biting and wild. As he roars, Mikkel thunders into me as hard as he can get now, making me roar also from power and pleasure, as he fucks me and our inner dragons collide.
Because they’re fucking in the skies now from our physical bodiesmating like this on the earth, unhinged. And it’s filling us both up with power, spreading it out through our entire bond to everyone now.
As we just fuck, and fuck, and fuck.
At last, we come. It happens so suddenly as I crest, though I was super close this entire time. As we release, roaring like banshees, our basso notes and screaming overtones shudder through the entire room.
It’s then that I feel our dragons braid into a new knot throughout our bodies and far up into the endless skies. Something I’ve never seen or felt before, it’s intricate and wild as Mikkel’s copper-black dragon suddenly melds into my crimson-gold and white one.
That sudden joining blasts our souls right out of our bodies, as we’re catapulted to the stratosphere. I feel the power of our love-mating fill everyone in our Bloodbond up then, as we’re thrust right out of our bodies and into the Void of Ancestors.
It’s such a brief, spontaneous Bloodwalking, that I’m not entirely sure what happened, as we come back, rushing down hard into our physical bodies. But the power of our joining in that one, ecstatic moment has somehow pulled energy right down from the stars themselves, thrusting it into our Bloodbond.
More, it’s hammered that incredible energy right through everyone, as I feel all my drakes receive a massive boost of power from what Mikkel and I just did.
They roar as vitality fills them, bursting through the underground halls.
Mikkel’s Bloodwinds around me release with a snap as he collapses atop me, his mind-powers and auric powers spent. I’m done, too, as I cinch my legs up around him, holding him and heaving hard breaths, feeling like my heart just might explode from how hard it’s pounding.
My fingers caress through his soft waves of dark hair; he heaves hard breaths, the pounding of his heart insane as he chuckles then gives a low dragon-growl of pleasure.
And we settle in the aftermath.
“That was amazing, drakaina!” Mikkel heaves now as he turns his head to kiss my chest. He growls again, as everything inside me roils to that sound.
Loving it.
“Not so bad yourself!” I get my shit back together, currying my fingers through his ridiculously soft hair. “Where did you learn all that insanely hot BDSM in the bedroom, by the way? You sure you weren’t a Courtier of the Red Letter Hotel or something?”
“I may have had a few lessons on the subject. From a Courtier we both know, interestingly. Reginald Durant?” Pushing up, Mikkel grins at me now. He rolls us, so he’s laying down on the bed with me tucked beneath his arm at his side now.
“No, shit.” I grin up at him as I cuddle close. Mikkel cinches his arm around me, and I swing a leg up over his hip, deliciously aching. “When were you at the Paris Hotel?”
“Oh, perhaps twenty times over the past many decades. Before you were on staff there.” Mikkel kisses my lips. “Reginald was good, and he taught me a lot about how to be a sensual dominant in the bedroom. But playing with you, right now, my life-mate… this wassomuch better.”
“Agreed.” I concur, as I lift now, kissing him back. “Not to mention that I think we just gave everyone a serious boost from whatever metaphysical shenanigans happened there at the end. I feel like I could almost shift into my dragon right now—way better than I felt before.”
“Agreed.” Mikkel is serious as he nods. As he frowns then, I feel him push his psychic energy down through our connection to Baldur.
