Chapter 27 Void
VOID
Power already builds between me and my drakes like a hurricane, as we come to each other on the bed. Though we’ve practiced group sex now, there’s no order to this encounter, as we all hesitate on the soft duvet and silk sheets, unsure where to begin.
As Bjorn moves to me, however, wrapping me in his arms from behind, Strom cuddles up to Mikkel. Mikkel and Strom are already kissing as Baldur moves to my front.
Bjorn gripping Baldur’s arm and hauling him into place before me.
Bjorn’s move was insistent, but not unkind, as he gives his permission for Baldur to kiss me. Everything in Baldur beams at Bjorn’s move; as my First Drake, Bjorn gets more say in these encounters than anyone else, because he’s my first Bloodmate and always will be.
Baldur and Bjorn share a deep synergy in their Blood Magic, however; I feel that resonance heat between them like a wildfire now, as I’m caught in the middle.
Both their bodies are scorching from the massive currents of magic already flowing through us with the ritual in this magically charged space.
I’ve broken a sweat as Bjorn and Baldur both cinch close now, trapping me between their rock-solid bodies. A seething Bloodwind of red, gold, white, and blue goes searing around us in the space, as Bjorn holds me steady with his rock-hard body.
Bjorn’s soft lips descend to my neck, kissing me there, as Baldur presses his lean artist’s dream of a frame close to my front. As Baldur bends his head down, whispering his lips over mine, I already want it.
My body pressed to his, I strain to reach him; but now that we’re doing this, Baldur is strangely hesitant. He holds himself away from kissing me, only teasing me now. I feel how his deep hesitation is because of everything he’s worried about with his addiction to high-level magic.
With a deep, basso growl, Bjorn loses his patience, however. He pushes me from behind suddenly; his move slams my lips to Baldur’s, solving Baldur’s conundrum.
Exploding a towering love-bomb through the space.
Baldur holds back no longer, as our lips connect; he ruins my kiss with his lips now, as he and I tear into each other like wild animals, desperate to fuck each other.
All hesitation is gone, as Mikkel and Strom cry out as they get it on beside us. A searing whirlwind of black, chartreuse, and brimstone-green magic seethes out around them, to join with Baldur’s, Bjorn’s, and mine, ripping through the space.
Blistering copper roars in that power’s depths also, as Strom’s and Mikkel’s added magic engulfs us. I cry out as Baldur eats his kisses even harder into my lips, scalding me with everything our group is building.
Uniting all our power, at last.
As a huge combustion of magic rocks the space now, just from our group kissing in this powerful place, I hear Laerke cry out. Even she is not immune to what’s going on, as I feel her own chartreuse-white magic combust, filling up the space with ours, but from a distance.
Even the prudish Laerke cannot resist the heady eros we’re creating here, to get what we need from our Ancestors. Hands are everywhere, as I feel our amalgamated power suddenly rocket us up through the world of the real and into the Void.
We’re already Bloodwalking, and we’ve barely done a damn thing. The energy in this cavern is just that potent, our union ridiculously solidified now that we have all come to accord with each other, and we have Aesa’s rings.
I feel those silver rings seethe white-hot upon our fingers now as their power unites us. They don’t burn us, but auric fire is already blistering from them as Aesa’s Truthstone upon my chest blazes, resonating her magic with what we’re building here.
I feel her with us now, as her massive white-gold Bloodwalker drakaina looks over my shoulder from the Void. Though Aesa’s energy in the realm of the Ancestors is nearly gone, her soul almost spent from how she’s given her everything to help us, she’s still here with us.
She’s still hanging on, ready to give her all to do what we need to in the Void, against the forces that assail us. As I growl and bite my kisses into Baldur’s lips now, I say a silent prayer for our benefactress and everything she’s given us, knowing we must take more.
Aesa nods her great dragon head behind me—placing her muzzle to my cheek, she smiles. I know it’s go time, then: Aesa is going to work with us to give this everything we’ve got, as we prepare to blast through the black veil that still curses me in the Void and get what we need from the Ancestors.
I can see that cursed veil now, as we begin to Bloodwalk, shimmering like the most diseased fairy-dust all around me. As the Void suddenly merges with the world of the real, I find I’m not far out there now.
Instead, I have somehow drawn the Void of Ancestors down all around us, into this massive cavern with us. Whispers of the ancient dead fill me, drowning my ears from the shimmering darkness all around me now.
As Baldur and I devour each other with our kiss, my mates all grip each other now, with me in-between.
Hands are everywhere; Baldur’s hands have wrapped around my back as we kiss, Mikkel’s are on my ass, Bjorn grips my waist hard, as Strom slides a hand down my hip crease and thrusts two fingers inside me.
I gasp, arching and crying out in their arms; over my shoulder, Bjorn’s kiss takes my lips now, instead of Baldur’s.
Bjorn growls, rippling his furious, rageful love all the way down my spine as we kiss hard and decadently now, biting and snarling that he’s mine and I’m his.
Our possessiveness for each other is like gasoline on the bonfire, as Strom finger-fucks me and I gasp and buck, caught between Baldur and Bjorn.
Strom and Mikkel have pushed in close to our side. Mikkel grips and handles Strom’s enormous, thick cock, his hand gone to talons on my ass, as Strom growls and does me with his hand, biting his kisses into my neck.
Baldur’s gone down to bite and suck my nipples now as Bjorn holds me from behind and kisses me. Strom’s got my hair in his fist, bending me backwards into a bow for Bjorn and Baldur, as he works me hard with his fingers, thrusting in and out.
We’re all thrusting now, heaving and fucking with no one penetrating me yet, as our joined power skyrockets higher. Already, our combined magic blisters the air in curls of auric wildfire, as I feel Laerke gasp—pleasuring herself now from far away.
She’s still got her eagle-eyes locked on the cavern all around us, though, besides everything happening upon the bed. It’s a good thing, as I feel that diabolical energy from the crack beneath the bed lick up into the air now.
As it tastes everything happening here—drinking it like a fine, blood-red wine.
“Whoa! Fuck!” Strom gasps, as we all suddenly feel a massive haul on our energies. His fingers halt inside me as he heaves hard breaths. Everything stops as we all gasp and pant, though we don’t pull apart.
“Some kind of fucking black-hearted magic inside here. In that rift.” A vicious chartreuse flashes in Mikkel’s eyes, though they had been copper just a moment before.
“We can’t focus on that now,” Bjorn growls as he heaves deep breaths, pressed hard against me with his massive cock rock-solid against my butt. “We need to stay the course; we just need to create enough power to overcome it, whatever’s happening there.”
Even as Bjorn speaks, however, I feel a massive surge of energy from Laerke. As I glance over, I see she’s spread a gargantuan Bloodshield of her chartreuse-green and white magic over the rift in the floor.
All the way from one end of the cavern to the other.
I’ll hold it off. As long as I can. Laerke says inside my mind now as her furious white-chartreuse gaze pierces mine from where she stands near the food.
She’s positioned herself right atop that crack now—one foot on one side of it and one on the other—no longer pleasuring herself as she stands rock-solid like a warrior drakaina of the ages, ready to fight for us as we Bloodwalk.
I say nothing, only nod, receiving her affirmation that she’s got this.
I can’t think about whatever exists inside that black rift, or what it might do to Laerke, as we dive back into the ceremony again.
She knows we need to finish this; and I need to focus, as I let her deal with the problem of that devouring energy now, and get back to my drakes.
Everyone is heaving hard breaths, our lovemaking paused. As I grip Bjorn by the hair, however, making him kiss me once more, his passion explodes over us like an atom bomb.
We’re back in it; everyone’s libidos soar as all the dragons inside us celebrate. I feel my inner dark drake and my bright drakaina hurtle together hard now, as Strom starts finger-fucking me again.
As my inner dragons truly unite now, it thrusts me into the fullness of my Bloodwalker power. I gasp as I suddenly come from the powerful attentions of all my drakes, plus my power combusting inside me, even though I didn’t know I was going to do it.
This orgasm came upon me with no warning, thanks to the insanity of the power in this cavern, amplifying our magics. It’s got everyone roaring and diving into each other, however, truly fucking now as I come.
Losing every last restraint we have—as we join as one.
Baldur heaves me down atop Bjorn as he thrusts his cock into me from the front now—and Bjorn heaves up as I lay upon him, gripping me hard by the hips as he hammers into my ass.
I scream, but it’s a good scream, as they both take me at once. I’m so filled, so stretched and wide open for my two Blood Magic drakes; I writhe, biting and bucking between them now as Bjorn holds me steady and Baldur fucks me like the insane, wild man he is.
Mikkel fucks Strom beside us now, as Strom and I kiss. Hands are everywhere, fingers grip. Bodies are pounding, as I’m thrust so far into this Bloodwalking ceremony now that I see the dead faces of my Ancestors crowd around me in the cavern.