Bjorn gasps, growling hard at what Mikkel’s done—but not in a bad way, as Ström laughs, a beautiful whimsy taking us from Mikkel’s gambit.
Because shaking, shuddering, Bjorn can barely keep it together now as we all haul tighter in our massive Ouroboros.
Shooting to the stratosphere—as we fuck our way into the cosmos.
20
HELLFIRE
Auric fire bursts around us as we fuck as a scalding fivesome now, adding Bjorn to our mix. As it did during my sex with Ström, that auric fire doesn’t burn anything it touches, as we do something new with our magic.
As we find a new unity together, not bound by strife but creative, energetic, and loving, I feel how we’ve found so much light inside this Bloodbond now.
Even with Ström’s recent heartbreak, we send our new unity through to Bjorn now, as he struggles to open up. But I feel his heart soften from our towering group lovemaking now; knowing that we’re reaching out to him, and want him with us.
I feel Bjorn’s rage with his father become swept away now by everything we’re doing, and by how much we love him. As Baldur bites his kisses into Mikkel’s shoulders, I feel his loving bite touch Bjorn, the two of them resonating with a powerful magic that I can hardly fathom, but that explodes a towering fierceness all through our lovemaking now, making us careen even higher.
As Ström takes my mouth, loving me so nice and deep, I feel him addthat to Bjorn’s bond, too. Mikkel takes me like a dark, possessive hellion; I flood that sensation into Bjorn also, as I kiss Mikkel hard, licking my love of his dark pleasure all the way through him to Bjorn.
As Baldur fucks Mikkel, flooding his cosmic brightness through us all in this incredible space, I feel him thrust that ultra beautiful sensation right into Bjorn. Bjorn grunts in a towering flood of pleasure, as he’s inundated by Baldur’s brightness.
And I slam that brightness all through him now from my most magnificent heart—making him feel how all of us love him, so much.
Bjorn suddenly climaxes as I thrust my burning love all through him now—my love from all of us. As Bjorn comes, we all do; catapulted into the stratosphere, we all orgasm from the sheer power of Bjorn’s glory as we’re shot up into the skies, together.
We cry out, bucking and thundering upon the bed, as Bjorn jolts, spasming back against the wall in the palace. A massive flood of auric fire bursts from us; with all the colors of our dragons melded into the most dazzling brightness, it sears around the room in a fiery cyclone, lighting up everything it touches.
That same auric fire flares from Bjorn, as we all spiral with those ineffable sigils now, pouring through us from the inside out. Because this vast cosmic energy comes frominsideus, as it lights all our hearts up in a wildfire now.
Smelting us together—as one.
We are one in the cosmos, as our Ouroboros shrinks down. Collapsing into a pinpoint dot, it becomes the birth of an entirely new sun, a brand-new star in the sky, as we all cry out with united voices now, roaring with the unified power of our dragons.
Only Bjorn cannot roar aloud, though I feel him roar deep within, as that ultra-condensed star explodes, thundering across the universe. As it pummels through me and all my drakes at once, I feel Mikkel’s dark Bone Magic become mine, his incredible mind-powers mine to use as well.
Baldur’s cosmic sigil-magic births inside me like a star, as Ström’smasterful intuition with all things curses and locks clicks into place inside me, as well. Bjorn’s indomitable power, his strength of body and will, crashes into me, as I feel my lips locked to his through our Bloodbond.
He cries out for real now, as we share one life, one heart, one mind—and our souls twist together, forever. It happens with all my drakes; as we all cry out, I feel us call through the universe with a new voice, borne of our newly united hearts, healed completely in this powerful space.
The very last shreds of darkness evaporate now from Mikkel and Baldur’s hearts, as my towering Bloodwalker power careens through them both, scouring them free of darkness. We no longer cry out with separate voices of Blood or Bone Magic, but voices united in our power.
Bloodwalker voices, they thunder through the stars as they shake the very Void from the majesty of their might. As all my drakes’ power suddenly becomes mine, and all my power becomes theirs, an immense new unity hits us, as my drakes suddenly acquire my Bloodwalker power, for real this time.
Just as we did during our disastrous Soulstone Bloodwalking, I feel a new kind of Bloodwalking take us now as we’re all catapulted up into the stars together. As if we could see all over the earth, I see the entire world below; but my drakes are here with me again, seeing our world with eagle eyes—as our attention is drawn right to some terrible power being worked there.
From our previous gloriousness, as we all shine like new Bloodwalkers in the stars and in our physical bodies here on earth, we crash-land into a massive ceremony now, in the sigil-worked cavern of the Black Rift.
We’re there and yet, we’re not; only our metaphysical bodies are, as we witness a massive Bloodwalking ceremony being conducted by my sister Lithava and her drakes.
Fucking in the middle of the sigil-ring atop the Rift upon the bare stones of the cavern, my sister and her four drakes writhe in a massive orgy to generate their Bloodwalker power.
Towering over them, the Black Dragon roars with wings spread wide,as terrible pulses of ultra-black and caustic violet light seethe into it. That light pulses through Lithava and her drakes as they heave and rut atop the Rift; vicious crimson runes seethe through their flesh as that terrible black-light radiates from them, everywhere.
In that light, I see how the leviathan tentacles of the Black Rift have seized them, pouring that dark energy into their flesh as they fuck. It drinks from them as it catches the Black Dragon in its leviathan tentacles, pouring the immense energy of their orgy into it as it restrains the beast, brutally.
Heaving and snarling, the Black Dragon roars with a thousand agonized voices, as its pain hits me like a battering ram.Maker! Help me!!I’m nearly heaved out of our Bloodwalking, as one great dead eye rolls to me now as the creature calls to me for aid, as if it can see me in the Void.
But no one else knows we’re here; none of the white sigils around the space flare as that caustic ultraviolet and crimson darkness pours from the Rift.
