Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
But even more enticing is the sight of my Paladin bound in the middle of the room. He is lying on his back, his arms and legs secured to the corners of the stone altar, though of course, no cords or bindings of any kind could hold him if he wanted to be free. The Drake inside him is too strong to be restrained if it didn’t wish to be.
He doesn’t want to be free, though—and his Drake has no problem being tied—as long as I am the one doing the tying. I know all of this now, even though I’m not wearing the Jewel of Knowing. I don’t need it anymore. The blood Alaric gave me deepened our Bond and I’m about to strengthen it even more.
Of course, I know this is going to make parting agony. But I won’t think about that now—we have other business at hand.
Alaric is naked—his strong body bound to the altar. I myself am wearing nothing but a long black silk robe, open at the front to show my bare body. Soon I will shed even that. I must be sky-clad to gain the power of the Moon that shines above us.
I step up to the altar and lay The Heart of the Eclipse on my lover’s bare chest. So I name him for so he is. No longer will he be my Blood-servant—not if this ritual goes as expected.
I found the spell at the very back of the Thornheart Grimoire. I don’t know why I never saw it before, back when I first had The Heart. I think I probably wasn’t ready for it yet and the grimoire knew it. But now that it has shown me the ritual, I hope it will allow me to awaken The Heart and heal both my Queen and my country—and possibly even Solaris as well.
But such rewards don’t come without risks. This is dangerous and Alaric knows it. Still, he wants it as much as I do. When I explained the ritual as well as the risks, he only nodded his head and said,
“Let’s do it.”
And so, we are.
Dropping my robe, I ascend the steps leading up to the altar naked. I take the silver goblet beside Alaric’s head and lift the ceremonial dagger. I prick my finger with it and let a few droplets of blood fall into the spiced wine. Then I prick Alaric’s finger and do the same with his blood.
I swirl the goblet, looking down at him, waiting for the blood and wine to mix.
“This could kill us both, you know,” I remind him.
My Paladin only nods.
“As long as we die together, I don’t mind, Mistress,” he says stoically. “We have to do the best we can to heal our nations.”
“And your Drake feels the same?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He nods again.
“Neither of us fears death. Gods, it should be strange to have someone inside me—someone I can talk to who lives in my head and can take over my body at will. But somehow…it isn’t. I guess because he was in there all along.”
“He’s been living inside you since you were born,” I agree. “Your father must have had Drake blood too—usually it passes from father to son. Though it’s been generations since there was a Drake Shifter in Nocturna—or in Solaris as far as I know.”
“There’s one here now, and he’s completely fucking devoted to you, Mistress. So let’s get on with this.” He nods at The Heart, sitting on his chest. “Let’s wake this thing up and heal both our kingdoms.”
“We can only try.”
I drink of the wine and then drip a few drops into Alaric’s open mouth as well. I see the flames rise in his eyes as he swallows. Our combined power is vast—we could take over both Nocturna and Solaris and rule them even now. But I don’t want that—I want my friend back.
However, the Queen’s addiction is so deep, taking the Glass of Distraction away from her now would kill her. I must heal her instead…and hopefully heal my country as well as Alaric’s.
And this is the only way to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I begin to chant.
“Now in this unholy hour,
To break the Curse, I call the Power.
I call for Shadow and for Light
I call on Day as well as Night.
I bring you pleasure
I offer pain.
To make things Broken
Whole again!”
As I finish speaking, I mount the altar and straddle my Paladin.
Alaric’s long shaft is already straining, standing up hard and erect, as though daring me to try to take it into my pussy. He’s thick—thicker than any of the toys I usually use on myself—much thicker than my pleasure wand at home. But I know I have to take him—together we will sacrifice his virginity to wake The Heart. It’s the only way, even though the power it might release could kill us both.