25. Bloom #5
Draco watched me with absolute worship. He reached up and mirrored my actions.
He grabbed my chest and pinched my nipples hard.
He twisted the tight buds while his hips thrust upward to meet my downward strokes.
The combined pleasure of his massive cock inside me and his rough hands on my chest drove me completely insane.
I screamed his name. I lost all sense of rhythm. I just rode him wildly. I bounced on his thick shaft with a frantic, uncoordinated desperation. I kept twisting his nipples. I wanted to give him every ounce of pleasure I was feeling.
He gripped my hips tighter. He guided my movements. He forced me to take the absolute deepest thrusts possible. The friction built into a roaring fire inside my blood. I felt the heavy pulse of his ancient seed building deep within his groin.
“Nico,” Draco shouted. His voice was completely wrecked by the raw passion. “I am going to fill you. I am going to breed you right now.”
“Do it,” I sobbed. I threw my head back. “Fill me up. Give it to me.”
He drove his hips upward one final, devastating time. He buried his massive cock so deep I felt it against my stomach. He held himself there. His entire body locked rigid beneath me.
A hot, heavy flood of his thick seed erupted deep inside my aching hole. He pumped his heavy load into me with forceful, pulsing spurts. The sheer volume of it was staggering. I felt my stomach physically swell from his ancient essence.
The intense heat of his climax triggered my own release. I cried out loudly. I spilled my hot come directly onto the space between our bodies. The thick fluid coated his stomach and my thighs.
I collapsed forward. I buried my face in the crook of his neck.
My lungs burned for oxygen. Draco wrapped his strong arms around my back.
He held me tightly against his sweaty chest. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my own.
We stayed locked together. His thick cock remained buried deep inside my wet hole, keeping us completely connected while the aftershocks slowly faded away.
We stayed locked together for a long time. His thick cock remained buried deep inside my wet hole. The heavy pulse of his heartbeat slowly returned to a normal rhythm against my chest. The room smelled like sex and sweat and the heavy musk of his ancient seed.
Eventually, Draco shifted his weight. He pulled his massive length out of my body with a slow, wet slide.
I let out a soft whine at the sudden emptiness.
He kissed my forehead and rolled onto his side.
He pulled me flush against his side. My head rested on his chest. We were completely covered in sweat and lube and our own fluids, but neither of us made a move to clean up.
I turned my head slightly to look at him. “I still do not know what being a door means.”
He was quiet for a while. His large hand rested on my hip. His thumb traced a slow circle over my slick skin.
“Threshold blood is not a passive trait,” he said.
“It is an active mechanism. Supernatural society operates on permission. Vampires require an invitation to enter. Contracts require genuine consent to bind. Wards require a willing boundary. Houses require a threshold intelligence to anchor them. Names require a passage to be spoken through.”
“Okay.”
“Your blood interfaces with all of those mechanisms. It can recognise permission and determine whether it was freely given. It can open sealed things and seal open things. It can identify a contract built on false consent and declare it void. It can acknowledge a ward as legitimate or reject it as coercive.”
I stared at him.
“You are not a metaphorical door, Nico. You are a literal threshold. Your blood arbitrates the mechanisms that hold supernatural society together. Every ward, every contract, every sealed chamber, every territorial boundary that operates on the principle of permission is connected to your gift.”
I lay on my side in Draco's ruined bed. I stared at his chest and processed the fact that my blood could eat people through walls.
“That is why everyone wants me,” I said.
“Yes.”
“How did it feel when you fed from me?”
He was quiet long enough that I took my hand away and looked at him. His face had gone through something and come out the other side of it.
“Your blood is not like other blood,” he said. “Human blood sustains. It is food. Yours sustained and then it kept going. It moved through my system and it repaired the silver damage in minutes when my own healing had been failing for days.”
“Did you know?” I asked. “When you wrote the contract. When you brought me into Blackthorne. Did you know what I was.”
“I suspected. I did not confirm it until the bloodstone recognised you.”
“And you brought me in anyway.”
“I brought you in because your brother's debt required resolution and because the contract architecture was the cleanest mechanism available. I kept you because I realised what you were. I fell for you because of who you are. Those are three distinct events and I will not allow you to collapse them into one.”
The room was quiet. Blackthorne creaked in its walls. It was the deep settling of a house that was paying attention.