It’s nothing I can use to harness her energies in the Void, though she was able to Bloodwalk spontaneously with us earlier. We’ve agreed she should be our muscle again tonight, like she was when we created the Soulstone, alert for any danger that threatens us.
As she and Mikkel clasp hands, sharing a deep look, she nods, then steps away over to the food. Ström watches her go, but I feel only peace inside him that our power has healed her heart.
Like Mikkel, he was protective of her; not because he is still in love with her, but because he cares about her as a friend, and hated seeing her hide her heart from the world.
Ström feels peace, now that Lærke has been freed from her own internal prison to have whatever future she desires. That’s assuming we live through what we’re attempting next. It’s a bigif, as I glance around now, feeling how we’re ready, but also not.
Naked, because we had to get nude to have Baldur paint sigils all over us, nervousness permeates our group now, in a way I haven’t felt before. We hesitate to draw close, though all of us are on the same page about needing to get this party started, and do this Bloodwalking tonight.
But it’s as if this cavern holds too much power even for us to tolerate. I know we’re all feeling it, as I turn to Ström now, because he’s the best person to call on when we need to get hot for sex.
“Ström?” I prompt him, lifting my eyebrows at him.
“What? Oh, yeah. Right.” He shudders as if shaking himself awake from the intense reverie we’re all in now inside this cavern, as he glances at me. Moving to me, he gazes down.
As we stand so close together now, the fingers of our hands naturally intertwine, down by our hips. But Ström’s interlaced his left hand with mine, rather than his right.
Our silver rings from Aesa touch then, as if drawn together, as I feel a deep thrill pass through both of us. Because Ström and I are unified now; we’re lovers, we support each other, we’re as good as married, and we’re beloved to each other.
He knows it as he gazes down at me with the most loving expression now, rather than reticence. As Ström lowers his lips to kiss me, making it last, I feel what a gift I’ve given him, healing Lærke.
His heart glows, and I understand how much it means to him, not just Mikkel and Lærke herself. Using our entwined hands, I pull him close. Ström chuckles, lifting an eyebrow at me—before diving in hard now, gripping his hands into my arms and making it last.
I shiver, inundated with pleasure as power thunders through our entire Bloodbond from Ström’s kiss. Because Ström’s touch is just that good, just that pleasurable and passionate as he leans in hard now, devouring my lips.
It rockets our group’s passion sky-high, where a minute ago, I was worried we might not be able to get into the mood. Those fears are banished now as Ström’s passion explodes through our group like a love-bomb—catastrophic with his Bone Magic, and just as hot.
Ancient harmonies sing through me now, as we all heave hard breaths, scalding. My every vein and sinew shudders with a towering need to just crash into my drakes and get it on now, as I feel Ström’s pure desire for all things sex careen through us, devastatingly bright.
Because he’s been relieved of his worries about Lærke, as he dives into me, released. Mikkel has, too; as Ström crashes into me now, boiling withour need for one another, Mikkel snarls and crushes himself to my side, biting and kissing my neck.
Bjorn gives a basso roar and seizes me, crushing himself to my back, then. Baldur moulds hard to my right, kissing the side of my neck there in a wild frenzy, as Ström’s passion thunders through us all now.
His enormous Bone Magic concusses us in waves of vast, beautiful power. And I’m here for it, jumping like a monkey into his arms as I wrap my thighs around his lean waist.
But I’m only there for a moment before Bjorn hauls us all down, right into the pillows. On our knees now in the piled bedding, we become a seething mass of pressing lips, delving tongues, and writhing bodies within the ancient star-hall.
I feel Lærke’s powerful presence keep us safe as she bears witness; for the first time, it doesn’t bother me she’s watching us, alert for danger as her vast magic peruses the space.
As Bjorn growls and seizes my throat with his big hand, biting his kiss hard into the back of my neck and shoulders, Mikkel is right there with him. He seizes my breasts, pinching my nipples hard and rolling them in his fingertips as he claims me.
A massive wave of love floods through our Bloodbond as Ström and I give in to our need, kissing and biting each other’s lips like wild banshees, as we dry-fuck now, kneeling on the pillows.
Twining into us all, Baldur pushes our magics even higher as he sucks and kisses my neck. Wrangling our passionate encounter, he smoothes it into something we can make last, as my searing heat roars and Ström’s raw lust thunders through our entire Bloodbond.
An incredible need for fucking and sex inundates me then, as I writhe and cry out with wild abandon, entangled in my drakes. Auric fire careens around us, singeing our fire-resistant bedding as Ström heaves me up into his arms, tossing me to the pillows and biting me with his kisses.
Baldur grips me, palming my ass from the side as Bjorn rips me from Ström, hauling me out from beneath Ström so he can crush me downnext. Mikkel rabidly kisses my neck, as Ström cinches in hard beside me now, thrusting his long fingers inside me and making me gasp.
But then Bjorn’s big fingers heave in with Ström’s—making me scream in the best possible way. Bjorn and Ström work me in a one-two rhythm that has me thrusting hard now, gasping from a towering need to release this gargantuan pleasure inside me, as Mikkel twists my nipples and Baldur bites my neck.
But my First and Second Drakes are not going to let me come just yet. As their united power blazes through me now, both sides of my Bloodwalker magic unite in a furious thunderclap. It sends me careening through the stratosphere as that incredible power breaks all through me.
Everyone cries out now, as that tidal wave of magic sweeps us. It floods the space with auric fire of every color as it sheds from our skin, as a powerful love of friendship, lifemates, desire, and kinship inundates me.
Our united magic flares like wildfire now, as our dragons haul in tight. I devour Bjorn and Ström’s kisses alternately, then Mikkel and Baldur’s, as I feel our power riot up to the skies, far beyond our bodies.
Our auric dragons unite into that incredible Ouroboros in the stars for the second time tonight. This time is far more powerful, however, as Ström dives in again, kissing me with furious abandon and unleashing his passionate love-magic all through us.
