Chapter 27 Void #2
Their souls are wide awake from our blistering power as they come to us. Whispers fill the air, massive roars. Voices long dead and gone pour through me; I can’t tell one from another, as all of them surge and meld all around me like an ancient sea now.
I see the bone-dead faces of my kin in both human and dragon form, surrounding me in the ever-living Void. They’re here, but they’re not, as the vile black shimmering barrier all around me in the Void keeps them at bay.
Waiting until they can speak with me.
As Baldur fucks me and Bjorn takes my ass, Strom and Mikkel still fucking beside us, I break from Strom’s kiss to roar at that black energy, commanding it the fuck back.
My roar does little to that infernal blackness, however, only make it bulge a bit before it ripples back in around me, undisturbed.
Like a bomb going off inside the ocean, that cursed black veil still holds me. Its resistance makes me truly pissed now, as my dual dragons thunder harder into each other within me.
Ready to do their worst.
Something combusts inside me then, white-hot, as a seething burst of auric fire blazes from me in the cavern. As it thrusts from me, lighting up all the runes in the cavern now like a shining wildfire, I hear Laerke cry out.
Because when my magic created that auric fire all around us, whatever was in the rift truly awoke. As it surges now, hurtling up towards us, I feel something vastly malevolent hammer up towards the cavern from the darkest places in the earth.
As a caustic black blood bubbles up out of the rift.
Laerke is up on a silberskrae table fast, as that cursed, diseased black char blisters up into the cavern. Like a slow ooze, that viscous black-crimson tar looks just like the cursed oilslick-black ropes of the Black Dragon as it bubbles and blisters up from the rift.
But like the champion she is, Laerke is still holding back the tide of whatever’s interested in us from down below. With a roaring snarl, she screams like a harpy, spreading her Bloodnet in a thick shield now as she captures that ooze inside her poisonous green bubble so it can’t get out.
I feel how hard she’s fighting it, however, as even Mikkel halts his fucking to glance to her, panting hard. Sister?! He communicates with her mind-to-mind, as our synergy in our Bloodwalking is once again broken.
Stay the course, brother! I feel her snarl at him through their twin-bond, in their minds. I’ve got this!
“Trust her, Mikkel! We have to continue.” Strom growls firmly now, as he seizes Mikkel’s face and makes my Third Drake look at him.
As Mikkel pauses, I see a terrible war rise inside him. So much of him wants to leap from this bed and add his power to Laerke’s, holding off whatever’s coming for us from down below, thanks to our tasty magic erupting all throughout the cavern.
But we need his power and his focus here with us. As Mikkel finally nods swiftly, decided, he surges back down to kiss Strom.
Fucking my Second Drake viciously now, for all he’s worth.
It catapults us back up into the Bloodwalking, as a sudden, crazy disorientation takes me from how hard and fast Mikkel returned us to that place. Because Mikkel is just that strong; and when he focuses all of his magnificent retribution and wrath on something, he’s exponentially so.
He’s pissed now, at the black veil that surrounds me, ready to fuck it up. Because it’s delaying this Bloodwalking to get what we need; Mikkel can’t help his sister until we’ve got what we came for. He knows that, as he snarls into Strom’s kiss.
Then fucks Strom so hard, Strom cries out now—in pain and pleasure both.
Strom’s not the person who needs that kind of abuse, however. As I push Baldur and Bjorn both from me now, I seize Mikkel’s lean, muscular arm, upsetting his balance atop Strom.
With a surprised grunt, he topples, his long, perfect cock coming free from Strom. In the next moment, though, he’s rolling me up atop his hips as he lies on his back, finding me and thrusting right in as I straddle him.
As he heaves his hips up into me hard, he bends like a bow now from the bed. Mikkel pounds into me as he locks hands gone to talons deep into my hips and butt.
I scream as his talons pierce me, crying out from the sheer joy of being so devastated by my viciously loving Third Drake as he pounds me into oblivion now with his lean, powerful body.
I’m blasting so hard through the universe, as Mikkel takes me. I don’t even realize Baldur’s kissing Bjorn, pumping him hard by one hand gripped around his cock now, as Strom fucks Baldur.
Their energy blasts through me, though, feeding my Bloodwalker power everything it needs as it concusses like a bomb against that black shield again.
That cursed darkness surrounding me in the Void bulges further this time, its nasty creation thinning around the edges, as I feel how close we are to breaking it now.
As we impact it more this time, I feel Ancestors gather around us, awaiting the moment that black shield falls and we get to speak.
Baldur has not been idle, however, as we generate this massive energy to speak with our individual bloodline’s Ancestors and get impressions of the Five.
Even as he kisses and fucks, my Fourth Drake uses the blood that courses down my hips from Mikkel’s talons pierced into my butt, to paint additional sigils over each of us.
Baldur traces our bloodlines, using them to home in on our own Ancestors, who may have had dealings with the Black Dragon Five, long ago.
He uses our blood to sift through the thousands of dragons we might encounter, to call the exact dragons near to us we need to speak with, even as we fight to burst the cursed veil around me.
I feel those particular dragons crowd closest now, ready to give us their knowledge. We don’t even need to speak, as I feel their memories of the Five hammer against the black shield now to give us what we seek.
Because they want to put down that infernal creature as much as we do. Knowledge of that gives us all renewed purpose, even though we hear Laerke roar now at how she’s wrangling the oozing black curse-oil from getting to us.
It’s begun creeping up the posts of the bed, even as her power hauls and blisters it back down.
I can’t think about that now, however, as I focus on our dead Ancestors from each of our ancient bloodlines.
I send a gargantuan blaze of power into the Void now, willing for them to tell us and show us everything they know.
They can’t do shit until this nasty curse-wall around me falls, however. As Aesa’s power joins us now, thrusting her entire energy into our mix as her Truthstone sears white-hot upon my chest, I feel our silver rings become one.
As a blazing wildfire from our lovemaking bursts through the surrounding air again, pummeling the cavern a third time, Aesa and my powers suddenly unite.
We’re one; her lifeblood and power rush through me as I give a towering roar now, and thunder our combined energy towards the cursed veil that surrounds me in the Void.
With a walloping pulse through the physical world and the Void, something combusts. The black veil around me bulges exponentially now, the space inside it thick with Baldur’s runes as they sear in masterful phrases, demanding our Ancestors for the truth.
A towering wildfire of auric flame goes roaring through the cavern now, in all our amalgamated dragon-colors, as it bursts from us with that thunderclap. As it does, the nasty black oilslick below us suddenly hurtles up.
Breaking through Laerke’s cordon, and rushing up onto the bed.
As that infernal hell-oil touches me, just the barest lick along my ankle, something terrible combusts through our power, utterly black.
As if that nasty substance carries all the worst parts of our own nature, I feel myself and all my drakes suddenly get hauled into our darkest places as it touches me, and them, through our Bloodbonds.
With a harpy’s scream, Laerke gets her blistering white-green shield back around it, hauling it down away from us. But as we all gasp in shock, from how we each dove into our darkest places just then, I feel our ceremony destabilize.
Just then, something else surges through the black veil around me in the Void. As if called right to us from the black ooze touching me, it roars in like a hurricane of darkness as it hammers me and all my drakes like a battering ram full of spikes.
The black darkness surrounding me in the Void recoils upon me and all my drakes like a death-ball of pins. We’re the pincushion, as I scream.
And all that power and darkness is heaved into my flesh.
My drakes scream with me, as pain so catastrophic we can’t even breathe pierces us, all the way into our blood and bones. As something floods up inside the expanded space of the black shield now, brought forth by the touch of that hellish ooze upon me, I know it’s the dragon who cursed me.
As a terrible drakaina floods up all around me and before us now in the Void like a leviathan of darkest night, I see how she towers over everything else. She’s almost here in my waking vision, too, as her shimmering taint of oil-slick night coalesces, taking shape.
She is darkness, and the darkness is vast, as she roils all around us now like a diabolical sea. Not just in the Void, she exists in the world of the real too, somehow; I suddenly know that this is what a Bloodwalker looks like when they go darker than dark, cursed.
As the one who trapped me rises before me out of her leviathan night, I face her searing oil-slick black eyes. They’re darker than the Void is black, and hold not a care for me or my drakes.
Or anything else—at all.