Chapter 22 Together #2
As Baldur hesitates, I have one lancing moment of fear that he won’t say he’s in. Then, his entire body thaws. His eyes spark back to their luminous, every color white.
“I have faith in you,” he says as we pull together now, tight. As he reaches up with his free hand, he caresses back a lock of my hair. “Even when I don’t have faith in myself.”
Baldur releases me for just a moment, then dons his ring. As he slides it up onto the ring finger of his left hand, a powerful heave of our dragons suddenly crashes us together.
There is no niceness to it, and there is no waiting, as our dragons thrust right through each other and explode out as wide as the sky. We’re just one, in that endless place where time has no meaning and space is infinite.
As we crash together now, uniting in the Void.
Our rings clash against each other as Baldur seizes me and takes me down to the floor, kissing me. His lips devour mine as we heave and thrust together, ripping leather with our massive strength and tearing away buckles in our haste to get to each other.
Because as our very souls burn as one, blazing from the power of what he and I can do together, we need to be flesh on flesh. As he gets me naked and I rip away the last of his leather pants, he’s hauling my leg up over his hip.
Thrusting into me—hard.
Baldur’s and my sex is quick and dirty, fast and wild. We’re heaving, we’re thrusting; we’re all tangled up in each other’s mouths and tongues and bodies as Baldur breaks free of my lips and roars his supremacy to the hall now.
I feel how that roar shakes us, to our marrow and back, as he fucks me.
Because Baldur has far more of Bjorn’s rage than any of us knew; I feel him take it out on me now as our dragons twist together into that mighty Ouroboros in the cosmos again, searing bright white and careening into each other now, thanks to the silver rings.
Because Baldur is like all the firestorms of the universe as his power rages, and mine echoes it. It’s like watching stars become born as he sears white hot in his human flesh now, dazzling my eyes so hard I cry out, even as he fucks me more.
Because creatures like Baldur aren’t only flesh and bone; they’re celestial, as he roars again, diving down and kissing me harder as we fuck. My Bloodwalker power drinks him in and in, as he gives me his everything now, going supernova.
Loving me—and dedicating himself to me, always.
We come in a towering explosion of power so hard, it thrusts all my drakes to their asses around us. Nobody was in their seats as they surrounded us, each of my drakes roaring deep inside from this insane magic Baldur and I are creating.
They all want in on it, as he and I come, entangled upon the floor. As he heaves into me one last time, so hard and deep he fills me utterly, we scream together—and a seething burst of auric fire rips from us, surging through the hall.
Baldur and I are boneless, annihilated, as Bjorn suddenly tears me away from my Fourth Drake, kissing me with a wild abandon.
As Mikkel grabs me also, searing me with his viciously beautiful, midnight-dark kisses up and down my neck, Bjorn growls, menacing.
I feel how we’re only a moment from all our progress with group sex being flushed down the toilet, as the two of them power up to fight.
My own darkest nastiness roars up right behind them—to get them to stop.
Barreling in, Strom saves us. He heaves me into his arms, getting me up; I clutch him naked, shaking from the wild ecstasy of everything Baldur and I did just now, not to mention the dark-bright firestorm of Mikkel and Bjorn, roaring to get at me.
It’s swamped by my blackest Bone Magic heaving all through me, ready to battle my drakes once more. A tremendous blast of magic rips from Strom, however, hammering us all to our senses as he takes command now. His snarling voice rips right through our minds as he stares us down.
Our loving dominant, for everything group sex.
No fighting! Strom roars through us all as he holds me tight.
We will not go Wraith, not when we are so closely bonded now by the rings.
We need to use this power and find the location of the Black Dragon’s origins.
Bjorn—in that chair over there. Everyone else: follow my lead.
And we will get what we want today. What we all want—I guarantee it.
As Strom’s powerful mind-message skewers us all, I feel how all of us—even Mikkel—come to accord.
Because we don’t want another episode of in-fighting, which will only make my inner Bloodwalker power twist black, yet again.
Strom’s right: we need to get coordinated, even in our hedonism, at least a bit. Then we can all get what we want.
And find the Black Dragon’s birthplace along with it.
As Strom commands us all now, like a general going to war, we’re suddenly on the same page. My drakes strip down fast now, everyone getting naked as we understand what comes next.
Laerke has left the hall in the past few minutes. I don’t even care about an audience now, however, as we all get naked, not even Bjorn fighting our group dynamics anymore.
We do as Strom’s ordered, Bjorn hauling around one of the ornate silberskrae dining chairs by the long table, then plopping into it.
It’s barely the right size for him, his massive bulk dwarfing the delicate white chair as it creaks viciously beneath him, that he just plunked all his towering weight into it like that.
Silberskrae is sturdy stuff, though; it holds beneath Bjorn’s abuse. Strom takes me over to him now, me hardly upright as he relinquishes me to Bjorn.
I collapse upon Bjorn’s strong thighs, falling back on his hard, massive body. But though I was punished so incredibly by Baldur just now, Bjorn feels too good to resist behind me.
My heat is roaring into an even higher wildfire now as I lay back on him in the chair and his arms cinch up around me, his big hands gripping my waist. Bjorn is careening into the stratosphere, too; his big cock is rock hard beneath me.
As I grind my ass on his lap, rubbing all that hard, hot silkiness under me, I feel both our inner dragons roar.
Ready for what comes next.
Bjorn thrusts up deep, angling his pelvis in now to really rub my labia and ass with his hard, thick cock, though he doesn’t go in yet.
Because we all feel how Strom has something special planned for us; as Strom gets everyone assembled now, we all surge with the same hedonism, bolstered by Strom’s wickedly passionate magic.
Mikkel’s energy roars as he comes to the left side of the chair, while Baldur’s careens as he peels himself off the floor and arrives on the right. Strom stands before us as Bjorn’s big cock slides beneath me, juicy and thick.
Bjorn grips my hips in his big hands and presses hard against me now, simulating fucking; I grind back down upon him, wiggling my ass to stroke him.
He groans, gripping my hips harder and giving me powerful thrusts now, so hard his hips lift me up off the chair.
I arch back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he grips and massages my breasts.
Strom’s green eyes sear with the crimson brimstone of his dragon as he takes command of our lovemaking. He motions to Mikkel and Baldur, instructing everyone into various roles now through our bond, and nobody hesitates.
Mikkel kneels beside the chair on my left; Baldur, on my right. Strom instructs Mikkel to play with my nipples and breasts as we do this; Baldur, he instructs to play with my hair and hold me by it, because he knows how much it’ll make me heat.
Baldur gets to kiss me while Bjorn gets to fuck me. Mikkel and Baldur are to put a hand on each of my thighs, keeping them wide for Strom.
As Strom gives me a disastrously sexy look now, his emerald gaze smoldering.
Strom sinks down to his knees before me, and I know what comes next. My lips fall open as I understand Strom’s game; he’s going to have all my drakes hold me and torture me with their various passions, as he plays the most wicked game of all.
Strom’s looking up at me now, on his knees like a penitent as I sit in Bjorn’s lap on the chair. The look on his face is nothing but pure sin, however, as he moves in right before my legs.
Grip her thighs, gentlemen. Open her wide for me. And hold on tight…
Strom’s command lances through Baldur and Mikkel’s minds. As they each grip my thighs, opening them so wide and hard now it stretches me in a delicious ache where I sit upon Bjorn in the chair, Strom gives them the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen.
He winks at me; then he’s diving on in.
Finding my clit and licking me like a madman, unrepentant.