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A s Baldur Siguresson kisses me, my world explodes with light. I don’t even know where I end and he begins, as we spiral back out to the universe so hard and fast, it leaves me reeling.

I had thought it was merely power and passion he could give me as a life-mate, but this is fucking celestial, as his lips devour mine and everything inside me combusts.

It’s like galaxies being born as he kisses me, flooding me with his carnal power and incredible light. I can’t get enough; I press up hard now, smashing our lips together and needing him so hard every molecule inside me goes haywire.

Everything inside him responds. Baldur is gone to his luminous dragon out in the Void as he kisses me, using his power to push me down hard onto the table now. He crushes me with his body as we kiss; his power blisters the table, as sigil-phrases in a thousand colors sear through the room now, wild.

His starlight-and-Void eyes are insane now as he pulls back from our kiss. They burn with a ring of diamond so bright, I’m sure they’ve gone supernova; I feel their hot scorch as his etheric paintbrushes sweep across me like solar flares, devouring me.

Those brushes are everywhere inside me now, as they scald and combust within my flesh. I’m taken by his sigils, crying out and throwing my head back in divine ecstasy as they sear me, blasting me far out now, into the Void.

Baldur is his dragon, and I am mine, as we tangle and twist together out in the stars. My Bloodwalker power spirals up out-of-control as he devours me in the cosmos and in the flesh, his auric drake with its burning starlight eyes taking me now with his sigildric art.

My Bloodwalker power heaves into unity like an atom bomb—to take him right back. But we have business to attend to first, before we bond; I feel Baldur struggle to regain control of this auric healing session, even as he dives right back down to kiss me harder.

Hands and lips everywhere, we surge and writhe, as Baldur throws himself into his gargantuan dragon-aura in the cosmos, painting his ancient sigils through my auric flesh.

They spiral all through me, commanding me to open up, far more than I’ve ever opened to anyone before. I do, letting him see the damage that’s been done to me, my Bloodwalker dragon so peppered with holes that I’m not sure what is universe and what is flesh.

She writhes in the cosmos, injured diabolically by someone who truly had it out for me and my dragon, so both of us would meet our true death. I hear Baldur’s cosmos-shuddering growl, furious at what’s been done to me, as he sees the full extent of it.

Millions of black holes spew my aura back to the universe, along with my drakes, as I feel him understand how they would take me out into the Void, never to return. My soul would become so dispersed that it would never again coalesce and be born into flesh.

Cursing all my lifetimes that might still exist.

Ensuring this one is my last.

Baldur roars as his dragon, as he finally understands what’s been done to me. Aesa’s snarl echoes him, as her Truthstone sears white upon my chest, furious.

Because she knows who could have created a curse like that—her own sister. But it makes no sense; Aesa’s sister Hedda was my very own ancestor who created the Black Dragon. She died in the War of Blood and Bone, trying to bring down that same creation.

But somehow, her magic lives on.

Baldur’s snarling thought comes to me now as he echoes Aesa’s understanding. But this magic is deceptive; as I flood with his fiery sigil-work devouring me everywhere, I feel Baldur try to trace that curse back to its origin.

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 hot and 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 seizing Baldur 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.

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 Strom 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 Strom’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.

Strom’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 hear him 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, Strom, 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.

And know to my bones that our False Council enemy is Ruta Bein .

But something about that isn’t right. Even as Aesa’s Truthstone gives me a sudden warning in my chest that my instinct is right, but also wrong, I feel our immense power-up rebound upon Mikkel.

Though it woke him from some stasis he’d been in, thanks to Strom and L?rke having caught him again with their power, I feel how Mikkel now receives the most benefit from Baldur’s and my bonding.

Because this power is pure cosmic magic now, bound by our five dragon’s gifts to undo any enemy. As all that immense power takes Mikkel, done with the False Council and needing something else to focus on, I feel our new level-up give Mikkel a veritable fuck-ton of strength.

Though all of us received an incredible boost from Baldur’s magic, now shared amongst us five ways, Mikkel is the one who takes it. I feel him wrangle all of Baldur’s magnificent energy now, just like he did a moment ago to take on the False Knights.

Then thrust it through himself—exploding the containment that had been around him like a bomb.

Mikkel is free, for real this time, and it’s not a good thing. Even as Baldur and I heave upon the table, exhausted from our mystical and intensely physical mating, I suddenly know we have a crisis on our hands.

Because somewhere in Copenhagen, Strom and L?rke had managed to get Mikkel contained again, secured in his human form, where he could do no harm. But now, thanks to our bond’s major power-up, Mikkel is loose.

A Wraith as his dragon again—heading right towards enemy skies.