Vague Sync

The familiar warmth spread through me, the ring's power surging as it connected me to something—or someone—else. At first, it was subtle, like a faint echo in the back of my mind. But then it grew stronger, more vivid. I felt a heartbeat that wasn't mine, a rhythm that pulsed in sync with my own. My breath hitched as sensations flooded my body, foreign yet intimately familiar.

I felt her. Not the dragon girl from the cover, but someone else. Her heat was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—scorching, almost unbearable, yet impossibly alluring. It wasn't human. It couldn't be. The way her body moved, the way her muscles clenched around me, was primal, raw, and utterly intoxicating. I could feel her claws tracing faint patterns on my chest, a phantom sensation that sent shivers down my spine. Her breath was hot against my skin, her voice whispering words I couldn't quite make out.

And then there was him. I didn't know who he was, but I could feel him too. His strength, his determination, his desire. It was as if we were one, sharing the same sensations, the same thoughts, though faintly. I could feel his hands gripping her hips, his body moving in perfect harmony with hers. It was overwhelming, a flood of emotions and sensations that threatened to consume me.

The ring, sensing my desire, had not only brought the dragon girl to life but also connected me to another realm. I could feel him—Ser Alec—as if he were a part of me. His thoughts, though vague and fragmented, his emotions, his desires—they all flowed through me, merging with my own. But he didn't know. He couldn't feel me. To him, this was a moment unlike any other, the first time he had ever been with a woman, the first time he had ever felt this kind of heat, this kind of connection. But to me, it was something more. Something deeper. Something was changing.

The connection deepened, flooding my senses with a torrent of emotions and sensations I couldn't begin to process. It wasn't just physical—though that alone was overwhelming enough—it was as if I were being pulled into the very essence of who Ser Alec was. His thoughts, fragmented and fleeting, brushed against my mind like whispers in the dark. I caught glimpses of his determination, his fear, his awe at the woman before him. Sehocha. Her name echoed in his mind, a mantra of reverence and desire.

But it was her—Sehocha—who truly overwhelmed me. Her heat was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn't just the warmth of a human body; it was something primal, otherworldly, as if I were touching the heart of a star. The way her body moved, the way her muscles clenched around him—around me—was raw and intoxicating. I could feel her claws tracing patterns on his chest, her breath hot against his skin, her voice whispering words that were both a command and a promise.

"You're mine, Ser Knight."

The words reverberated in my mind, her voice a blend of power and tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel Ser Alec's response, his body moving in perfect harmony with hers, his hands gripping her hips as if she were the only thing keeping him grounded. And yet, beneath the physical sensations, there was something deeper. A connection that went beyond the flesh, beyond the moment. It was as if their souls were intertwining, bound together by something greater than themselves.

I tried to hold on, to make sense of it all, but the flood of sensations was too much. The heat, the passion, the raw intensity of their connection—it was like standing in the center of a storm, buffeted by forces I couldn't control. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest as if it might burst. I could feel Ser Alec's heartbeat too, a steady rhythm that pulsed in sync with my own, and Sehocha's, a fiery cadence that threatened to consume me.

And then, just as I thought I might drown in the flood of emotions and sensations, it happened. The world around me—the room, the bed, the faint hum of the air conditioner—faded into darkness. My body went limp, my mind spiraling into unconsciousness as the last thing I felt was the echo of Sehocha's voice, her words a haunting melody that lingered in the void.

When I came to, I was lying on the floor of my dorm room, the wooden ring still clutched in my hand. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy, as if I had just woken from a dream I couldn't quite remember. But the sensations—the heat, the passion, the connection—were still there, lingering at the edges of my consciousness like the remnants of a fading echo.

I sat up slowly, my head spinning as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of my breathing. But something had changed. I could feel it, a subtle shift in the air, a faint hum of energy that hadn't been there before.

I looked down at the ring, its runes glowing faintly in the dim light. It felt different now, heavier, as if it had absorbed something from the experience. Or maybe it had given something to me. I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that the connection—whatever it was—had left its mark on me.

As I sat there, trying to piece together what had happened, I couldn't help but think about Ser Alec and Sehocha. Their connection, their passion, their raw intensity—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. And yet, it felt familiar, as if I had been a part of it all along.

I didn't know what it meant, or how it would affect me in the long run. But one thing was clear: the ring's power was growing, and with it, so was my connection to Ser Alec. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I couldn't say. But I knew one thing for certain: I couldn't stop now. Not when there was so much more to explore, so much more to understand.

And perhaps, a way to break free from this seemingly hopeless deadlock.

I refuse to believe Merlin has complete control over the ring. The evidence is clear: it was only when I used the ring on Brianna that he gained brief control over me.

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The following week passed in a haze, the ring now an inseparable part of me. Its faint, golden pulse mirrored my heartbeat, a constant reminder of its presence. At first, the changes were subtle—a whisper in the back of my mind, a fleeting sensation of something more. But as the days wore on, the ring's influence became undeniable—It was growing. My thoughts sharpened, my senses heightened, and my body… my body no longer felt like my own. It was stronger, faster, more alive....it seems Ser Alec influence on me was not just fleeting.My body felt out of place It felt like it belonged to someone else—someone extraordinary but nevertheless it's still my body.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the ring. The runes etched into its surface shimmered faintly, as if mocking me—at the back of my mind there is this nagging thought all this.....this changes they're not normal. Two weeks. Two weeks since I first slipped it on, since I first felt the intoxicating rush of power that came with it. Two weeks since I became a pawn in Merlin's game—or so I had believed. But now, I wasn't so sure. The ring wasn't just a tool; it was an extension of me. And I was beginning to understand its language.

The first sign of change came on the third day. I woke up feeling… different. My body moved with a newfound agility, as if I'd been training for years. My mind, too, had sharpened. I could recall details I hadn't noticed before—the exact shade of Brianna's eyes.....long lost forgotten memories i could recall them in an instant, my thoughts felt reflexive and there was a unique perception that wasn't there before. It was unsettling, yet exhilarating. I was becoming more than I was. More than human—more like a higher lifeforms.

But the changes weren't just physical. My desires had shifted as well. The thought of using the ring on ordinary women—women like Carly—felt… trivial. I craved something greater. Someone greater. Someone like her. Sehocha. The dragoness. Her image haunted me—her golden scales, her fiery eyes, her voice that echoed in my dreams. She was power incarnate, and I wanted her. Not just her body, but her essence. Her strength. Her dominance.

I stood and walked to the mirror, studying my reflection. My eyes were different—brighter, almost glowing. My body had transformed, too. My muscles were more defined, my posture more commanding. I flexed my fingers, watching as the ring's glow intensified. With a thought, I willed my body to change. My height increased by a few inches, my shoulders broadening slightly. It was subtle, but undeniable....shape-shifting—it must be from the dragoness and from what I've seen her do this could be considered a lesser version of it but it seems it still has room to grow. A gift—or perhaps a curse—from the ring.

A smile tugged at my lips. This was only the beginning. The ring was evolving, and so was I. But I was no longer just a pawn in Merlin's game. I was a player. And I intended to win.