Chapter 17 History
HISTORY
Baldur has far more strength in him, now that most of his curses from the Black Dragon are gone. He’s not hale yet, however, as he comes to the bed, searing us with his vivid blue eyes in the underground’s luminous darkness.
His gaze pins me first, diamond-hot, before it roves our group. Appreciative, he lingers on each of our nakedness, taking everything in like an artist’s dream before his gaze suddenly locks upon someone on the bed.
And his blistering magic heats tenfold.
That someone is not me, however, as I feel an answering fire scorch from our love-pile. It’s Bjorn, as an intense sensation heaves between the two drakes now, just as happened when we were in Baldur’s home during our trip to Iceland.
As their twin powers coil around each other now, though, Baldur’s and Bjorn’s Blood Magic recognizing each other, something about it makes me glance at Bjorn.
Because as both their blood rises now, it’s less like a fight about to erupt, and more like the towering synergy they’ve shared before in their magic—a synergy that’s saved our bacon more than a few times now.
As Bjorn keeps his gaze locked on Baldur, Baldur returns that gaze, scorching. Though Bjorn already came from our previous crazy sex, I feel him rise again—fully erect behind me now as Baldur stands just as erect before us.
What I thought before was a blistering jealousy and contention with Baldur, I suddenly know for what it is. Like Mikkel and Strom, Bjorn and Baldur share the hot fight-fuck of the Blood Dragons.
Something I never thought I’d feel from Bjorn—ever.
As both drakes stare at each other now, the air between them scorches in a desirous mate-taste—not something I’ve ever sensed from Bjorn, though he was eager to take part in our carnal group fucking just now, amidst my other drakes.
It’s happening now, however, as Mikkel and Strom raise their eyebrows, feeling it as well. Bjorn will never abandon himself to his hidden lusts, however. As he breaks eye contact, the blazing heat inside him pulls back.
As something in our group diminishes at the same time.
It doesn’t deter Baldur, however, as he cocks his head. Something inside him becomes determined then, as his brows narrow; I know that’s the look of a masterful healer, sensing a core wound that has never been addressed, as I open my arms to Baldur and he crawls onto the bed with us.
He comes to me first, where I lay atop Bjorn with Strom and Mikkel tucked by our sides. As he lowers his head, Baldur kisses me, long and slow, decadent. I forget my worries about Bjorn and relax, surrendering to the moment.
I feel my surrender pass into all my drakes as Baldur kisses me. As he sucks on my lips, biting and teasing with his artful desire, I move anew to his masterful lovemaking, feeling the deep healing in it.
It’s not just me he’s healing, however, as Baldur strokes his long fingers over Bjorn’s wrist now, while he and I kiss. Bjorn catches his breath at Baldur’s touch; Mikkel chuckles and Strom growls at him to shut up, as we all let Bjorn experience this.
We’re silent now, feeling into this deep place as Baldur tests the waters and touches Bjorn, all while kissing me. I feel my big First Drake’s tension beneath me, as his muscles grip.
Then he heaves a sigh—and all that tension bleeds away.
Amazement fills me as Bjorn allows Baldur to touch him. And it’s not just casual touch now, or in-the-heat-of-the-moment touch; but slow, erotic touch from a man, meant just for Bjorn, to arouse him and no one else.
And it’s working, as Bjorn produces a kind of hum-growl in his chest beneath me.
As Baldur caresses his fingers over Bjorn’s inner wrist now, swirling and skating them over Bjorn’s skin like playing ineffable music, my big First Drake’s lips part.
Bjorn exhales as his dragon stirs up in a sudden, scalding rush; he moves beneath me now, as a desire for more sex swamps him.
Thrusting against me to Baldur’s erotic touch.
It heats the rest of us up in an instant, as Bjorn’s powerful sex-rush pours through us; Baldur smiles at my lips as he skates his touch up from Bjorn’s wrist to his forearm, then his biceps, eliciting a deep basso growl now from my First Drake.
It’s a growl of pleasure rather than anger, however, as Bjorn finally trusts someone to do this for him. Something beautiful and bright fills me now, as I feel my First Drake allow something inside himself to open, which had been locked down so tight.
I smile as Baldur and I kiss; he smiles more as he makes a pleased purr in his chest, sucking on my lower lip. Heat is surging now, rushing between us all as I feel Strom and Mikkel grind upon each other again. Pressed against me and Bjorn, nobody’s distancing now as our entire pile begins to move.
Ready for more.
Baldur’s fingers have made it to Bjorn’s chest; he strokes my First Drake deftly now as he kisses me. Suddenly, Baldur releases from my lips; he moves to Bjorn’s, kissing Bjorn now as he grips the back of Bjorn’s neck.
My First Drake gives a startled grunt; he jolts at Baldur’s sudden move, tensing. Then I grind back on him; he grips my hips, moaning into Baldur’s lips now as he feels both of us.
Encouraging him to open up and embrace this.
I feel Bjorn open to Baldur’s kiss, then. I feel how tentative he is at first—then eager, roaring with a towering fire as he gets to do this for the very first time.
Because for the first time, he’s not afraid, as all the welcome and approval from me, Baldur, Strom, even Mikkel, encourages him.
None of us have a problem being with someone of the same sex; as Baldur kisses Bjorn now, I feel how Bjorn doesn’t give in to our opinions, but forms his own about how all this feels to him.
The golden drake inside him roars now—liking it very much. Bjorn growls into Baldur’s kiss; it shudders everyone in our pile with ecstasy, as his magnificent heat blazes.
Encouraged, Baldur smiles into Bjorn’s kiss; then with a lithe maneuver, he moves me aside.
I’m on one side of Bjorn now, Strom and Mikkel on the other, as Baldur takes a dominant position over Bjorn, ready to help him open up further and heal this vast wound inside him.
Bjorn’s too much of an alpha for that, however; he sits up, growling a warning into Baldur’s kiss, though he doesn’t relinquish contact.
My Fourth Drake gets it. Baldur smiles with a clever heat at Bjorn’s lips, then sits up with him, continuing to kiss him and stroke his long fingers over Bjorn’s chest. Until those fingers trail down—gripping Bjorn’s massively erect cock.
Stroking that instead.
I wrap myself around Bjorn from behind now as he groans that Baldur gripped his cock. Bjorn’s shuddering, flexing and tensing his muscles as he sits on the bed and Baldur works him now, slow and majestic.
Mikkel grins wickedly; as he grips Strom, they’re back at it again, beginning to kiss also as they feel everything Bjorn’s experiencing through our bond. Strom can’t leave anything alone, however, as he breaks from Mikkel’s kiss and grabs me, hauling me into a hard kiss.
Exploding his drake’s passion through our group like a love-bomb.
Everyone is instantly rock hard, me dripping wet, as Strom slams all his sensual Bone Magic passion through us. I’m throbbing down below as Mikkel and Strom scoot close to me; Mikkel seizes my nipple, pinching it with a vicious twist, as Strom slips a hand into my crotch.
Sliding two fingers up inside me, Strom finger-fucks me now as I cling to Bjorn’s back like a monkey.
Mikkel twists my nipples as Strom devours my lips.
Through it all, Baldur strokes Bjorn, slowly, insistently; making Bjorn into a towering inferno of heat and need as he fuels all of us with his passion.
This is far from over, however, as Baldur suddenly releases Bjorn’s lips. As Baldur slides down to his belly now on the bed, between Bjorn’s muscular legs, he gives a pleased smile, then takes Bjorn into his mouth.
Baldur hasn’t just put his mouth on Bjorn’s cock, but taken Bjorn’s cock all the way into his mouth.
Bjorn is not a small man anywhere, and certainly not down there; deep-throating someone that big is a serious art, one I see Baldur is a master at, as Bjorn cries out and throws back his head, loving it.
His big palm grips Baldur’s head now as all his muscles grip and shake, needful. Working him like a pro, Baldur’s energy roars as his and Bjorn’s magics synergize into a towering volcano of heat and light, from everything they are doing.
It makes the rest of us heat into a frenzy now as I slide a hand down to caress Bjorn’s balls while Baldur does him with his mouth. Mikkel and Strom make good work of each other while simultaneously making good work of me; we’re all surging in a hard rhythm together now as we hand- and mouth-fuck.
Baldur growls like a wild man now as he sucks Bjorn, making Bjorn cry out even harder in his deep basso growl—unhinged from how much he loves it.
We’re fucking, we’re pulsing; we’re doing each other for the first time all together, everyone loving it, as all sensations and emotions spiral deep into each other now, through our united Bloodbond.
Because for the first time, I feel a towering synergy pulse through our entire group, like some kind of ultra-massive dragon flexing its wings. All of us feel the sensations of every other; the heat, the love, and the sex, as our trust finally builds in a way it just hasn’t yet.
Because for the first time, all of us are being truly vulnerable, in a way we weren’t before. We’re reaping the benefits of that, as everything scorches now between us.
That massive Ouroboros rising from us—complete now.
It’s an incredible sensation, as all our dragon-powers suddenly heave out into the surrounding air. Because our auric bodies are already headed for the skies; and we’re not even fucking properly as a group yet, though everything we’re doing is seething hot.