“We love you, too, Rikyava,” Bjorn rumbles as he squeezes my hand again, his eyes shining so bright with gold now since he was returned from death. “And we know.”
As heads nod all around the circle, everyone giving a smile, I feel the love rocket up between us a hundredfold. What we’re feeling now is shared freely between us. Our love cascades from each one to every other in our newly unified Bloodbonds, so strong now ever since we returned Bjorn.
It doesn’t just go one-way anymore, as I feel the massive power between us rise. Because it’s the power of our deepest hearts, loving and towering and free. No matter what happens with the Black Dragon today, we’re in this together—and we’ll go out together.
Loving each other to the end of the world and back.
We’re ready; nothing more needs be said. As we all squeeze hands, I hear a voice lift up among us. It’s Ström’s angelic singing, as he croons a soft tune now like a whisper of our most loving hearts—but it goes winging up around the space like its own wildfire, as it rings the statues and the cliffs all around.
That sound makes my heart burn for him and all my drakes, as we begin moving to Ström’s soul-singing. With a smile, Lærke heads to her sentinel position by the food as my drakes and I begin our final encounter.
Hands are released to slide over skin; fingers glide over bodies, and no one cares now whose touch it is. Through it all, Ström sings with his incredible voice; it makes a resonance rise from each of us as it sings even through our united Bloodbond now, so bright.
An incredible ringing, like the stone of the glade, our Bloodbond sounds like music of the oldest gods as it fills the air. Because it’s inside me; it’s inside all of us, as we sing now with impossible harmonies pouring through our very blood and bones.
And we begin our final time together—at last.
27
BURN
My drakes’ and my bones thunder with battle-drums, as the music from the Sanctum of Mystery inundates us. Our blood boils from the clarity of war-horns blaring through them, lighting us up from the inside out. It’s an impossible symphony, full of power and love as we draw together now, mouths kissing as tongues lick and bodies touch.
Someone bites my nape, and I recognize Bjorn’s strong dominance, as someone else bites my shoulder, the gentle firmness of Baldur. Ström’s singing ceases as he kisses me; but that sound is inside us all now, rushing like a cyclone around the space.
It goes higher with each moan we make. As Mikkel slips his fingers inside me, I gasp, and that gasp echoes a brilliant resonance through us all, making everyone cry out. This music of love building between us is too much; hands are everywhere already, gripping and stroking, pushing and sliding, making us writhe as a group as we touch each other and shake.
Bjorn scoops me up into a straddle around his strong waist now. As he sinks into me, heaving me down upon himself with his big hands, Ström wrangles Mikkel, seizing him by the hair and thrusting into him frombehind. Mikkel and I both cry out as Baldur goes to his knees, taking Mikkel into his mouth.
We fuck, we heave and rut like wild animals now, as the sounds of our lovemaking roar around the space. That sighing, screaming, elevated music is everywhere now, pouring all through my blood and bones, throughout my entire body, as we take each other and are taken, at once.
As Bjorn pounds into me, and Ström takes Mikkel, while Baldur does Mikkel, too, our roaring voices become one. We’re united in this incredible space, as Ström switches with Bjorn, cleansing himself with a quick wave of his hand, then seizing me in his arms and fucking me next.
Bjorn goes to Baldur now as Mikkel and Baldur switch. Bjorn takes Baldur in a way that has Baldur roaring with delight as his cosmic light unites with Bjorn’s, blazing in a firestorm through us all.
Mikkel is down on his knees now, sucking Baldur’s cock as Bjorn takes Baldur and Ström takes me. Everyone shines with an impossibly bright light, and that light illuminates us as the music roars.
Every-color sigils cascade through our bodies now, as we celebrate being one. That majesty fills us, bursting from us in towering waves of auric fire as it goes rushing around the glade to the power of our music, and fucking.
As Mikkel takes me now, and Baldur switches with Bjorn, taking him instead, Ström comes to my back. As Ström sinks into me from behind, him and Mikkel holding me up between them as they do me in tandem, a roaring wildfire takes me.
And as Bjorn snarls and hauls Mikkel away, thrusting himself deep into me as Ström takes my ass, something about that energy is just so perfect. Mikkel takes Baldur now, as heat cascades through us all in the most towering wildfire I’ve ever felt.
All my drakes’ scents inundate me, pouring into me in a whitewater river of burning brimstone, peat whiskey, exotic bitters, and sunlit paint as our wildfire explodes us up together into the cosmos. I feel it as we enter the Void, as one. We’ve found the place where my power becomes theirsand theirs becomes mine. All my drakes’ abilities rush through me now, a part of me, completely.
As my Bloodwalker power becomes theirs, finally—forever.
Something combusts between us, then—an immense tightening of our Ouroboros, far out in the endless skies. Like a reverse bomb, it sucks us together so tight we fall into a writhing heap upon the cracked flagstones, crushing the field flowers as we roar and rut all together.
We no longer care who does whom, or in what way, as we take each other in a writhing, rutting, animal group now, switching and switching again. We’re in twos, then threes, then back to a group, as none of it makes sense anymore.
Our wild fucking makes our Ouroboros crash together harder, tighter, into that infinitesimal, pinpoint dot. As Bjorn and Ström make it back to me, taking me together again, as Mikkel takes Baldur and I have my lips locked around Baldur’s cock, I feel that true unity pour through me in a tirade.
I scream as I cry out in an endless, passionate love to the universe, as all my drakes’ hands touch me all at once now, while we fuck. My power rushes through us completely now; like roaring lightning, my inner Blood and Bone magics have united so hard they’ve smelted into one burning dragon of light, unstoppable.
As my drakes and even Lærke scream now, feeling what I’m feeling through our bond, we all roar to the ancient skies with the power of love we’ve found. That endless brightness explodes through all of us, as we suddenly come—joining our entire Bloodbond to each other in a massive endlessness of love.
We’re all Bloodwalkers now, as all our powers flow through every other, unlocked for each other’s use. As we hit that pinnacle, I feel that those powers will never go back home again.
