Page 58 of Shadowbound

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.

I start to lower myself down onto him but he stops me with a word.

“Mistress!”

“Yes?” I look up at him, concerned. Has he changed his mind?

“Give me your sweet pussy—let me taste you one more time before you do that,” he begs, his voice low with need. “If we really might die tonight, I want to die with your honey on my lips.”

His words warm me and I love how eager he is to taste me.

“Very well, my Paladin,” I murmur.

I change positions until I’m kneeling with my pussy positioned over his mouth. But I don’t lower myself just yet to meet his seeking lips and tongue.

“Gods, yes, Mistress!” he groans and his big body strains against the black silk bands, nearly breaking them. “Feed me that sweet little pussy—give it to me! Fucking drown me in your juices!”

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