Chapter 8 Feast
FEAST
Mikkel is good, as he strips for my pleasure in his underground bedchamber. I had no idea he was so talented at this art; I watch, captive as he holds me down with his power now upon the bed, ropes of copper-black Bloodwind around my ankles, wrists, and hips so I cannot get away.
As his lean, ripped torso comes out from his sleeveless black jerkin and silk shirt, cast to the floor, I am once again stunned by his intricate black and crimson lines of Danish Blood Dragon tattooing.
Those ornate tattoos flow over his left chest, curling around his heart and up over his shoulder to dive down his spine.
They create raiding ships and sea monster dragons, which cascade all over him in flowing wind and waves.
They’re some of the most beautifully detailed sigil-work of our people, though I still don’t know what they mean, as a dark power breathes off them, unleashed.
As Mikkel slowly unbuckles his leather pants, watching me all the while, I finally see his long, strong cock come out.
It’s beautiful, perfectly proportioned and lightly curved as it stands out hard now from a well-trimmed patch of black hair; I inhale as Mikkel touches himself, pinning me with his black-copper eyes and smoothing a hand down.
He strokes himself as he watches me. His pants and boots are gone; I don’t know when he got them off, but he’s bare now before me, tall and gloriously naked with his lean-muscled runner’s frame.
As Mikkel touches himself, I feel him dive deep inside my body with his magic again. As he stares at me, I feel the mighty sways of his magic move my body from the inside out; he makes my hands unbuckle my leather pants now and languidly strip them away like his.
As he makes me arch in his Bloodropes and with his mind-power, his suggestions inside me make me lift my camisole up over my head and cast it away, followed by my underwear. As he strips everything off me now with his clever power deep inside me, he takes in my full nakedness before him.
His dark eyes shine as his luscious mouth quirks.
Slowly, Mikkel uses his Bloodropes to force my legs open again.
He’s got his coils of wind and copper darkness wrapped like snakes around my wrists, ankles, and hips as I lay back upon the bed on my elbows.
Gently, he adds one around my neck, choking me lightly with his power now as he forces my legs apart.
It’s incredible what he’s doing to me; I beyond love it, as I heave hard breaths now, fighting him a little, just because it feels good to struggle and test my dragon’s strength against his.
Mikkel’s smile grows as he feels me contest with him, through our Bloodbond; he redoubles his efforts, adding lusciously dark mind-sways to his magic for me to open wide, as he forces my hips as wide as they can go now, my knees bent.
My muscles ache and I’m forced to arch on the bed as I tremble, to open my legs so wide in this ridiculously erotic position. It’s like the most sexual, disastrous Shibari ever, as he keeps his bonds of magic around my throat, so I can’t escape him.
Though I know I could still drain the fuck out of him to get away, I don’t want to, as I’m pulled deliciously up into those bonds now by what he’s doing with my legs, hips, and body.
As Mikkel crawls back onto the bed, his long, lean body once more between my legs, except both of us are naked now, he lays down on me like a cat. It forces my neck up higher into his bonds, as my body bends in a deliciously severe arch now, and I see dark stars.
Beginning to choke out in the best, most impossibly sexual way ever.
“Beg me, and I’ll ease up.” Mikkel toys with me now as he takes both my nipples into his fingertips, laying on me and rolling them nice and slow, pinching them just a little.
“Never.” I pant hard as I fight his magics now, needing to writhe and adjust position beneath him, so I don’t just pass out.
“As you wish,” Mikkel says like a devil as he lets his lips descend, kissing my chest.
And then his winds of power force my legs open just one inch more, forcing me to arch even harder as I mewl and cry out from the heat and the blistering sensations I’m feeling.
Because all this while, he’s kept his auric licking of me going down below, though to a lesser degree, as we both got naked and he trussed me up with his magic.
His long, languid licks around me and up inside me deepen now, however—from just a sensation of tongues delving into me into a thicker, harder sensation from his magic.
All at once, Mikkel’s turned his sensual winds of play down there into a full-on fucking. As I feel the hardened cock of his power force its way into me now, opening me so wide down there for his delight, as he holds me so impossibly wide in my arched, erotic bow, I gasp.
I shiver, shaking, writhing and bucking as much as I can as Mikkel makes his winds of copper-fire darkness fuck me. Because it feels like a thick, hard cock now, delving deep into me as Mikkel watches me, still rolling my nipples in his fingertips.
His super-heated black eyes devour me as I writhe for him, caught and loving it. He’s still taking his time, however, not doing any of this fast, just nice and strong, slow and deep.
Because we don’t have to rush right now, and Mikkel knows it. He releases a bit of pressure around my neck so I don’t pass out, then gives me a moment to gasp a few breaths so I’m not seeing spots.
Then he tightens his hold on me—hard.
Mikkel secures me now, making my every motion cease as he continues to fuck me hard and deep below with his thick auric cock. I cry out as I’m immobilized in my backwards arch; because every part of me wants to move, needs to, to hammer into him and speed up this incredible sex into climax.
But Mikkel will not let me go there just yet, not until I’m begging him for it. He pushes up to his hands above me now, positioning himself as he holds me with his power and his black eyes.
I can feel just his tip at my opening, and it’s maddening to have the true promise of all that fire and heat be so close and yet so far.
As he holds himself there above me, his eyes scream with dark power and wicked copper might.
He lets me have back just the smallest bit of my bucking and writhing now, from the auric fucking he’s giving me.
It makes the tip of him press into me, then slide out, over and over, as I buck and writhe the smallest amount in my bonds. So hard, silken and smooth, Mikkel’s a perfect fit for me; some of my drakes are bigger, but it’s as if he was made for me down there, as he slicks in and out.
It’s deeper now as he lets me move just a fraction of an inch more in my disastrous waves of pleasure. He truly delves inside my wetness now, although Mikkel’s not moving at all. With an iron will, he holds himself motionless as he allows me to fuck myself upon him in his bonds.
Making me cry out and writhe harder as I try to take him in more.
“Tell me you want this, Rikyava.” Mikkel whispers his lips over mine, diabolical. “Tell me you want me to give this to you.”
“Yes, please! I want you!” I writhe and buck, trying to get to his lips to kiss him now as he allows me to fuck him just that smallest amount, but unable to in my disastrous arch.
“Tell me you need me, drakaina.” Mikkel sucks my lower lip just a little, biting, possessive, as I fuck myself upon him. “Tell me you need me—deeper.”
“Yes! I need you. Deeper. Please!” I move and growl with insane basso notes and overtones in my voice now, as my inner drakaina truly comes into play, along with my inner drake.
Both are swirling together, hammering into one as my Bloodwalker power concusses through the room now at what Mikkel’s doing.
But even though I’m exponentially stronger now, Mikkel redoubles his efforts to hold me, blazing his iron-clad stare into me as his eyes flare with chartreuse menace and copper passion both now, incredible.
“Tell me you love me.” Mikkel growls a low, basso possessiveness all the way through me from his body atop mine, biting my lower lip now as I keep trying to fuck him. “Tell me I’m yours. Always.”
“Always!” I cry out now, everything inside me surging and cascading with passion as I feel how much Mikkel moves inside me. “I love you, and you’re mine. Always…!”
As I say those words, I feel something explode from Mikkel, deep. As if the affirmation of him being mine, and my love for him, has awoken something deep inside him, a massive surge of his magic explodes from him then, ripping through the room.
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 they move 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.