"Drive your ashwood stake inside me…" I mutter, since even I know only ash tree stakes work on the undead. "Skewer me on it. Impale the necromancer."
"With pleasure." Bay moves in one sleek, feline surge, gripping my waist and lifting me into the air!
Now I’m suspended above him, balanced on his outstretched arms!
He arches back, almost unnaturally far, knees still bent beneath him, and starts lowering me onto his rigid rod.
I throw my head back, spreading my legs wide, almost in a split, as he begins impaling me.
The moment my ring makes contact with his massive, bulbous cockhead, fire erupts, a wild pulse tears through my swollen flesh.
"Stuff me, stuff me, spear me!"
With a low growl, Bay yanks my hips down in one sharp, powerful motion, driving deep, and then…
Everything explodes!
We come together, and the surrounding air ignites!
Thousands of red, white, orange, purple, and blue sparks crackling, swirling around us like a necromancer’s crown.
I laugh as I climax, impossible, yet my body trembles, staked on his massive tool.
The overwhelming energy of a True Mate’s closing circuit fuses our souls. Everything pulses with color and electricity, spiraling slowly around us, sealing our energy forever.
And then I see it… Behind Bay’s back something spreads open… hitting the walls with a thunderous sound…
Wide, massive, shimmering wings!
No, not a flicker of them, or an illusion!
Real, material wings spread and flutter, shining, opalescent, like diamond-covered feathers…
"Wow…" I gape with my mouth open in amazement, a question flickering at the edges of my dazed brain. Did the merging of our souls return Bay’s wings?
At the same time, pleasure overloads my system, I shake, waves of orgasm rippling up my spine, with long powerful pulses, flooding my brain, radiating through every cell, turning my body into jelly, too good, too much…
???
When I open my eyes, I’m still in my room, and the walls have photos and pictures knocked down. The framed drawings I took from Bay’s diary are scattered on the floor. There are also long scratches running across the walls, as if something hard scraped along the surface. As for me, I’m lying on Bay’s stomach while he sleeps peacefully, and the gray of early morning lingers outside the window.
I realize we must have stayed in the Joining all night, because his cock is still inside me, which is typical for True Mates, who can remain connected like this until morning, and that’s when the healing and rejuvenating effect takes place.
I lift my hand and look at it.
Wow.
Incredible.
It is pink again, just like it used to be, and I stare at it with something close to fascination.
"You brought me back to life, Bay," I whisper as he slowly opens his eyes.
His dark malachite irises look right at me.
Only then do I notice something has changed in him too.
His red tattoos are no longer red but a deep amethyst, like shining crystal gems. Oh, wow. There is a quietness and harmony in him; the bloody, harsh lines of his markings, now the same color as my eyes, swirl gently over his skin.
