Page 28 of Soul Bound (Cursed Descent (MistHallow Academy) #2)

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MATILDA

Pain rips through me, rainbow fire consuming every nerve ending as the Praxian magick crashes through me uncontrollably. The zombies’ rotting hands pin me down, their touch a violation that makes me scream. My clothes are in tatters, scattered around me, the cold night air raising goosebumps on my exposed skin.

When Chris steps from the shadows, everything freezes, except for the sound of Vex’s anger.

Even through the haze of agony and terror, I hear Luc and Draven’s fury, see flashes of Hellfire as they fight to reach me. The rainbow energy pulses through me in waves, each one stronger than the last. It feels familiar somehow, like an echo of something I’ve felt before.

“Tilly,” Chris says. “Look at you, all laid out for me to finish what I started.”

“You,” I choke out, struggling against the undead holding me down. “You’re supposed to be trapped.”

He laughs. “Did you really think those chambers could hold me with this power rising?” His eyes rake over my exposed body. I cringe when his gaze lingers on my bare pussy, spread wide for him to stare at.

He steps closer, and the zombies part for him like subjects before their king. “You were always meant for this. Since the day I first saw you, that little girl with rainbow streaks in her hair.”

Bile rises in my throat. “You’re sick.” Through tears, I see Draven’s Demonic form, wings spread wide, fighting desperately to reach me. Luc’s Hellfire illuminates his rage as he incinerates zombie after zombie as Vex, tears through them with his bare hands to reach me.

You’re not alone. They’ll reach you.

I place my faith in my guys when Chris smiles, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch sends shivers of revulsion through me.

“Don’t fight it, little witch,” he whispers. “Let the power take you. Let me show you what you were always meant to be.”

His words spark something deep inside me. The rainbow magick swells, but this time, it feels different. Not invasive or painful, but familiar. Like coming home.

“You never understood, did you?” I whisper, feeling the power build. “You thought I was meant to be a vessel.”

Chris’s smile falters slightly. “That’s what you are, little witch. A container for?—“

“No.” The word resonates with power. The zombies’ grip loosens as rainbow light sparks on my skin. “I’m not a vessel for you or for her .”

The Praxian magick sings in my blood, ancient and wild and mine . Chris takes a step back, his eyes widening as I rise to my feet, shaking off the undead as they loosen their hold. Around us, the battle stills.

“This power wasn’t meant to be contained,” I say, feeling it fill me, transform me. “It was meant to be wielded.”

I raise my hand, and rainbow fire explodes from my palm, slamming into his chest. He flies backward, hitting the ground hard as the zombies stand down, allowing Draven to gain control of them in a heartbeat. They spin towards him, and his face, that beautifully terrible face, is triumphant.

I look at Chris scrambling to his feet, and I know this power has a price. Using it like this will change everything.

Rainbow magick blazes from my skin as Chris launches himself at me, his weak, filtered version of Praxian magick fizzing around him like dark lightning. But it is nothing compared to what I’ve got, what I finally, truly accept is mine.

“You’ll kill us both,” he snarls, throwing a bolt of power that I deflect with a wave of my hand. “No creature can contain this much raw magick without preparation.”

“I’m not containing it.” The truth burns through me like starfire. “I’m channelling it. It wants me, so it can have me.”

The earth trembles beneath our feet. Luc, Vex, Draven and his army move towards me, but I throw up a barrier of rainbow light. This is my fight. My power. My choice.

I reach into the well of Praxian magick, deeper than I’ve ever dared during training with Morrigan. It responds eagerly, joyfully, like it’s been waiting for someone to truly understand it. To work with it. To let it flow. To let it be .

The consequences of this will be devastating. I know that. But as I gather the power, I pause. “You were never worthy of this power,” I tell him, raising both hands. “None of you, not her, not you, not Stryker or Night, whoever he was. This is my power, and no one is taking it from me.”

My magick explodes outward as Chris screams, a sound of pure rage and desperation as he fires magick at me. But I am the storm now, raw power made flesh, and his efforts feel like raindrops against lightning.

I pull deeper into the Praxian source, feeling it respond to my call. The air snaps with energy. Behind my barrier, I know the guys are watching. But they can’t help with this. Some prices must be paid alone. I release the power in a blinding flash that burns my retinas and lights up the night sky.

When my vision clears, I see the destruction. Chris doesn’t just die… he unmakes. The pure Praxian energy burns through him, erasing every trace of his existence from this plane. His scream cuts off mid-breath as reality reasserts itself in the space where he stood.

I’ve crossed a line. Used power that was never meant to be used. But I can’t bring myself to care. As Draven dispatches the undead army, they disintegrate to nothing. Vex and Luc rush forward, but I stand my ground, my eyes on Draven and his magnificent, truly monstrous form. He touched the Praxian. It wanted him to. It wanted to know what he tasted like, and it wants to stick around. I stride over to him and grab him by his baggy tee, his skeletal frame barely filling out his clothes now. The black feathered wings on his back flutter gently as I leap at him. He catches me, his hands on my waist as I writhe naked in his arms, more aroused than I ever have been in my life. I grind against him, and he turns, slamming my back into a tree.

“Don’t shift,” I murmur against his lips.

He hesitates and pulls back. His pitch-black eyes bore into mine, and without a word, he fumbles between us for his zip. He unleashes his Demonic cock and impales me on it, never breaking eye contact with me as I cup his face and cry out as his cock stretches me wide. The roughness of the tree bark scrapes against my bare back as Draven thrusts into me with ruthless force. His skeletal hands grip my hips, digging into my flesh as he pounds relentlessly.

“Fuck, Tilly,” he growls, his voice distorted and guttural in this form. “You’re fucking beautiful. Taking me like this… fuck…”

I arch my back, meeting each brutal thrust. The pain and pleasure blend together, heightened by the residual Praxian energy still coursing through my veins. Every sensation is amplified. The cool night air on my feverish skin, the burning stretch of Draven’s massive cock, the intoxicating scent of death and power that clings to him.

“Harder,” I demand, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “I need more.”

Draven obliges, slamming into me with Demonic strength. My nipples ache as they peak so hard, and I moan. I run my hands over his skull-like face, tracing the sharp angles and ridges. Even in this monstrous form, he’s beautiful to me.

Luc and Vex surround us. Luc drops his hand between me and his brother and flicks my clit before gripping it and twisting it hard. I yelp but I coat Draven’s cock with my arousal. “That’s it, my sweet. Wet his dick until he can’t even remember his own name.”

“Ah!” I cry out as Draven grunts.

Vex takes over on my clit as Luc removes his hand to cup the back of my neck. He kisses me bruisingly as I climax hard around Draven’s dick, making him groan. Vex leans in closer to work my slippery clit until I’m screaming my way through a multiple orgasm that won’t quit.

Draven’s thrusts become erratic as my pussy clenches around him. I break away from Luc’s kiss, gasping for air.

“I’m coming,” Draven pants. “I’m going to come inside your hot, little cunt.”

“Do it,” I gasp. “Come inside me. Claim me, Draven.”

With a roar that shakes the forest, Draven slams into me one final time. I feel the hot rush of his release flooding my pussy. The sensation triggers another climax, and I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Vex’s fingers never stop working my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and twitching in their arms. Luc’s hand on my neck keeps me steady as Draven slowly pulls out, his cum dripping down my thighs as he lowers me to the ground.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Luc growls, already unfastening his pants.

Draven steps back, his wings folding behind him as he shifts back to his human form. The loss of his monstrous cock leaves me aching and empty, but not for long. Luc lifts me easily, spinning me to face the tree.

Vex runs his fingers down my arm and then flicks his hand out. A magickal chain ties my wrists around the tree, holding me in place for them to use me however they want.

Luc’s hands grip my hips, and I brace myself against the rough bark, my body still trembling with residual power and pleasure. Without warning, he thrusts into me, filling me completely in one swift motion.

I cry out as Luc rams brutally into me, burying himself as deep as he can.

“That’s it, take my cock,” Luc growls in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, dripping with my brother’s cum. Does that turn you on, my sweet? Being used by both of us?”

“Yes,” I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Gods, yes!”

Luc’s thrusts become more frantic, driving me forward into the tree, hurting me. “Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m going to fill this tight little cunt.”

“Please,” I cry out as Luc’s thrusts grow even more frenzied. The tree bark scrapes against my sensitive nipples with each powerful stroke, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my overstimulated body.

“That’s it, take it all,” Luc growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Your cunt was made for my cock.”

The Praxian energy amplifies, needing every touch, every thrust, until I’m trembling on the edge of another climax.

“Such a good girl,” Luc purrs before he grunts and shoots his load at the same time as I clutch his cock in a death grip, practically breaking it in half.

Draven brushes my hair away from my face and smiles. “He can’t hurt you now, petal. You are above it.”

His words make me gasp as Luc pulls out of me and Vex takes his place, thrusting deep inside my pussy with a low growl before he lets the magickal ties go. My arms drop heavily, but I don’t have time to breathe out in relief, because he spins me around and in the next second he hoists me up so high that my pussy is now right in front of his face and my legs are dangling over his shoulders as my scratched back hits the tree again.

“Oh,” I moan.

“Let me taste you,” he rasps.

My heart thumps and my clit twitches. The rush of juices makes him groan loudly.

“I love your tongue,” I purr, as he laps at me. He thrusts it deep inside and I do that thing again that I did with Draven. I wet his face with an orgasm that squirts out of me as my pussy clenches hard.

“Take me,” I gasp.

He lowers me roughly and slams me against the tree again, thrusting up high in one single move.

“Good boy,” I pant as he fucks me hard and fast, making me come again suddenly and violently. I scream, and he grunts and grabs me by my hips. He lifts me and pumps me up and down on his cock.

“Oh, you do please her,” Draven murmurs.

I throw my head back, and he takes my nipple in his mouth, grinding down on it hard.

Draven thrusts his fingers inside me alongside Vex’s cock and I moan at the added pressure.

“Yes!” I scream. “Yes! More! Harder! Fuck me harder!”My pussy clenches around them.

Vex lifts his hand around my throat and squeezes gently as he continues to pound into me. “Tilly,” he murmurs. “You are gorgeous, Tilly.”

“I need you. I need you to keep fucking me.”

“Sorry, sprinkles, you’ve undone me.” With a loud groan, he shoots his load into me, jerking his hips against me as he spurts out a stream of cum that goes on and on.

After Vex finishes, he gently lowers me to the ground. My legs are shaky, barely able to support me. I lean back against the tree, panting heavily, my body tingling all over from the multiple orgasms and the residual Praxian energy.

“We’d better get you back,” Luc mutters, running his hands down my arms and clothing me. “We have a lot to unpack here.”

“Yeah,” I murmur as I think about what I did to Chris. It was necessary, but it will still haunt me for a while.

Chaos having gone to ground when the fucking started, or rather up a tree, leaps down and lands on my shoulder, covered in zombie flesh and blood.

“Eww,” I mutter as Draven chuckles at me.

He reaches for Chaos, and to my surprise, the Araxi lets Draven pick him up. The look on Draven’s face makes me snort in amusement. He is terrified, and after everything we just witnessed, I suddenly find that hilarious and let out a loud laugh. He chuckles, and slowly, we walk back to the academy, the ancient book hovering next to me, which I snatch out of the air and hold close to me. This night did not go how I expected, but we learned one thing.

Whatever the Praxian was or is, it’s mine.

Not hers.