Mikkel bites his kisses into my lips, as Ström digs into me with his fingers and palms my breast with his other hand. Baldur’s working him so hard, his hips buck against me; his body jolts with pleasure as he works me hard, faster, in this powerful foursome.
As pleasure erupts all through me, catapulting me up to the skies as I’m trapped in the center of it all, I feel how it’s not just my pleasure alone anymore. It’s also Ström’s, Mikkel’s, and Baldur’s, as we all do this together now, no-holds-barred and loving it.
Baldur’s cosmic energy sears through us in a bright wave of love, as he adds his immense, beautiful light to our interaction. He holds a powerfulspace for us as he shifts positions to be beside me once more—gripping both Ström’s and Mikkel’s cocks in his strong hands.
Both groan as we all writhe together; eager to join in, I grip Baldur’s long erection now, perfectly silken and straight, and give him my best, as Ström eats my neck and Mikkel sucks my breasts.
It’s Baldur’s turn to gasp and writhe now, as he crushes his lips to mine, needing release. Because with the towering sensations crashing all through us, everyone’s hands to clits and cocks, we’re all feeling the massive sensations of being inside each other’s bodies.
We’re not just feeling each other’s bodies, as we all heave, buck, and writhe, but each other’s lives, as we share an intimate dance that’s so cosmic and wild, I’m lost in a heady pile of sensations now as we rut, heave, and buck.
As Baldur strokes Mikkel and Ström, I work Baldur, Ström doing me with his fingers as Mikkel ravages my breasts. Suddenly, Mikkel can’t stand it anymore; surging in, he presses me down onto my back on the bed, forcing everyone to adjust.
Ström lies beside me, Baldur on his knees still stroking him as Mikkel heaves one of my legs up around his hips. As Mikkel presses me down to the bed, wildfire in his dark eyes, he grips my ankle, opening me in a wide straddle. Positioning, he thrusts in; I gasp, opened so wide for him, and so wet already from everything we were doing together.
But it’s from what we were all doing to each other, as Mikkel fucks me now in a hard, slow wave. We’re all moving with that wave, as Ström alternates kissing me and Mikkel now, and Baldur bites his kisses into Mikkel’s shoulders as he continues to do Ström with one hand.
But there’s so much yet to do, as I feel all their hearts, lives, and pleasures flood through me—uniting not just our blood, bones, and flesh with this passionate encounter, but also our very souls, as that massive Ouroboros hauls in tighter in the skies.
It braids us together far more than ever before, as I kiss Ström and am flooded with his bright river water essence. Mikkel is heady and dark,tasting like old-world cocktails as he takes over kissing me now, fucking me in deep, hard thrusts that hold a punishingly slow tempo.
We are writhing together hard now as Mikkel thrusts, living inside each other’s bodies as everything begins to combine. Baldur’s ineffable sunlight-and-paint fragrance bursts across my tongue now as he leans in and kisses me—before using his hands and indomitable power to change all our positions in this hard, slow dance.
Baldur lays me atop Ström on the bed now, as he somehow helps keep Mikkel inside me. I’m sandwiched between my Second and Third Drakes, as Ström growls, ultra-hard against my ass now, wanting in.
I oblige, adjusting one leg around Mikkel’s hip and arching my back so he can. With a growling groan, Ström works himself inside my ass as Mikkel holds still, grinning like a wild man now, to share me.
Ström is massive; it fills me up so much to have all that inside my ass, though I’m ridiculously wet and open down there now, from what we were all doing.
I love it as Mikkel pounds slowly inside me again, finding a matching rhythm with Ström and making me gasp. I finally feel everything that is shared between them now—heat and dark pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known consume me, as their vast Bone Magics connect and resonate now inside me.
I feel like I’m being inundated with water, and sluiced through the never-ending ocean, as Mikkel and Ström both do me now. Everything is intensely beautiful with endless dark-light; that light is blasted out to the stars now, as I feel Baldur suddenly grip Mikkel’s shoulder—and push himself slowly into Mikkel’s ass.
Everything combusts between us then, as Baldur enters Mikkel. With a gasp, Mikkel roars, in the best way—before Baldur sets the game now, thrusting into him and making him writhe with decadent pleasure.
I’m taken between Ström and Mikkel, as Baldur fucks Mikkel, as well; rutting, heaving and thrusting tight, the most tender, punishinglovemaking careens between us now as we find a hard fuck as a group, roaring and loving and decadent.
Mikkel shudders, growling and eager as Baldur fucks him and he takes me; half-braced over Mikkel as Mikkel rides me down hard into the bed, Baldur moves us all in masterful waves as I feel his ephemeral brushes inundate me everywhere.
Biting his beautiful darkness into my lips, Mikkel is insane with dark pleasure now as we all fuck. But Baldur isn’t done; gripping Mikkel’s hips, he hauls him off me, as he helps me rise to all fours on the bed.
As Mikkel grips my hips again, thrusting himself hard inside me as Baldur presses into him, Ström uses his magic to cleanse his cock before pushing it deep into my mouth. My entire Bloodbond spit-roasts me now, as I buck and writhe; my entire Bloodbond, except Bjorn—whom I open my energy to now, far away in Stockholm.
Not part of our group lovemaking, Bjorn is still at the Grand Palace in conference with our King. I feel how even he can’t resist what’s happening here, however, as he suddenly steps away from whatever meeting he was in, citing his excuse asurgent.
As Bjorn takes his leave from whomever he was speaking to, I feel him stride fast to a private niche in the palace. A place he and I know well, it’s a secluded nook between two dead-end arches, protected by a massive urn full of flowering vines.
Bjorn falls back into that private niche now, shuddering with the powerful eros of everything we’re working here. As Mikkel fucks me hard now, every sensation making me buck and writhe as Baldur rides him, doing us both as we’re fucked onto Ström, Ström grips and shivers so hard now it works him all the way from stem to tip as he thrusts inside my mouth.
I have no idea how I’m taking him in this deep; I don’t even care, as everything we’re doing shudders between us, so hard. It crashes Bjorn’s walls down. His leather Palace Guard pants are undone, his erect cock in his hand as he grunts and grips himself, matching our hard, insistent pace.
He can’t make any sound where he is; no one can see him in that niche, but they could definitely hear him, as all his and my memories of having to be so silent there flood us now.
It makes our sex wilder, hotter, as everyone pants and growls for Bjorn now, feeling him join our game from far away. Even though he’s not with us, he is, as the sensations of Mikkel being inside me, and me taking Ström, and Baldur taking Mikkel, heave directly to Bjorn now.
It feels like he takes my mouth and my nether lips all at once, as he fucks Mikkel’s ass; the long growl Bjorn gives thunders all through my blood and bones, as his powerful sensations roar through me, feeling like he’s in Ström’s and Mikkel’s bodies too, enjoying all the vast pleasure this is giving them.
A wicked thought comes from Mikkel then; heaving his masterful mind-magics down through our Bloodbond to Bjorn, I feel how Bjorn gets the sensation of Mikkel’s mouth taking his cock also now, and licking his balls, as we all rut, and thrust, and fuck.
