Chapter 12 Lodestone
LODESTONE
We prepare for our Bloodwalking in the usual way, with a stylus to prick our wrists and a ceremonial bowl to catch the blood.
As we decorate our skin with the proper sigils to harness our energies and contact our Ancestors, I reflect upon how none of us quite knows what we are doing now, or what we are about to face.
Unlike other times we’ve gone into a true Bloodwalking, we don’t have any idea what happens next.
We’ve always had a plan before. Now, we only have the barest idea of how we might use Hedda’s wights’ energies inside the Soulstone to amplify my connection to the Black Dragon—and find our most ancient Ancestors, so they can tell us about the Rift.
After that, if we get any information at all about the Rift and how it was made, we have to destroy the Soulstone in true love’s unity—something Baldur channeled about the Soulstone’s end, way back when he created it.
But none of us has any idea what that means, exactly. We’re going on the vague assumption that we need to be fucking to raise our massive Ouroboros in the skies with our magic, which creates our most potent auric fire.
When all else fails, give a Bloodwalking blood and sex; Baldur’s sigils on each of us are finished now, as I glance around my drakes and Laerke, and know all is in readiness with the blood part.
Second up—sex.
Laerke grips my hands, giving me a hard, battle-ready smile, then steps away to be sentinel again for me and my drakes. Of us all, she’s the only one not decorated with blood-sigils tonight; though Laerke and I share a familial bond now, it’s not a true Bloodbond.
It’s nothing I can use to harness her energies in the Void, though she was able to Bloodwalk spontaneously with us earlier. We’ve agreed she should be our muscle again tonight, like she was when we created the Soulstone, alert for any danger that threatens us.
As she and Mikkel clasp hands, sharing a deep look, she nods, then steps away over to the food. Strom watches her go, but I feel only peace inside him that our power has healed her heart.
Like Mikkel, he was protective of her; not because he is still in love with her, but because he cares about her as a friend, and hated seeing her hide her heart from the world.
Strom feels peace, now that Laerke has been freed from her own internal prison to have whatever future she desires. That’s assuming we live through what we’re attempting next. It’s a big if, as I glance around now, feeling how we’re ready, but also not.
Naked, because we had to get nude to have Baldur paint sigils all over us, nervousness permeates our group now, in a way I haven’t felt before. We hesitate to draw close, though all of us are on the same page about needing to get this party started, and do this Bloodwalking tonight.
But it’s as if this cavern holds too much power even for us to tolerate. I know we’re all feeling it, as I turn to Strom now, because he’s the best person to call on when we need to get hot for sex.
“Strom?” I prompt him, lifting my eyebrows at him.
“What? Oh, yeah. Right.” He shudders as if shaking himself awake from the intense reverie we’re all in now inside this cavern, as he glances at me. Moving to me, he gazes down.
As we stand so close together now, the fingers of our hands naturally intertwine, down by our hips. But Strom’s interlaced his left hand with mine, rather than his right.
Our silver rings from Aesa touch then, as if drawn together, as I feel a deep thrill pass through both of us. Because Strom and I are unified now; we’re lovers, we support each other, we’re as good as married, and we’re beloved to each other.
He knows it as he gazes down at me with the most loving expression now, rather than reticence. As Strom lowers his lips to kiss me, making it last, I feel what a gift I’ve given him, healing Laerke.
His heart glows, and I understand how much it means to him, not just Mikkel and Laerke herself. Using our entwined hands, I pull him close. Strom chuckles, lifting an eyebrow at me—before diving in hard now, gripping his hands into my arms and making it last.
I shiver, inundated with pleasure as power thunders through our entire Bloodbond from Strom’s kiss. Because Strom’s touch is just that good, just that pleasurable and passionate as he leans in hard now, devouring my lips.
It rockets our group’s passion sky-high, where a minute ago, I was worried we might not be able to get into the mood. Those fears are banished now as Strom’s passion explodes through our group like a love-bomb—catastrophic with his Bone Magic, and just as hot.
Ancient harmonies sing through me now, as we all heave hard breaths, scalding. My every vein and sinew shudders with a towering need to just crash into my drakes and get it on now, as I feel Strom’s pure desire for all things sex careen through us, devastatingly bright.
Because he’s been relieved of his worries about Laerke, as he dives into me, released. Mikkel has, too; as Strom crashes into me now, boiling with our need for one another, Mikkel snarls and crushes himself to my side, biting and kissing my neck.
Bjorn gives a basso roar and seizes me, crushing himself to my back, then. Baldur moulds hard to my right, kissing the side of my neck there in a wild frenzy, as Strom’s passion thunders through us all now.
His enormous Bone Magic concusses us in waves of vast, beautiful power. And I’m here for it, jumping like a monkey into his arms as I wrap my thighs around his lean waist.
But I’m only there for a moment before Bjorn hauls us all down, right into the pillows. On our knees now in the piled bedding, we become a seething mass of pressing lips, delving tongues, and writhing bodies within the ancient star-hall.
I feel Laerke’s powerful presence keep us safe as she bears witness; for the first time, it doesn’t bother me she’s watching us, alert for danger as her vast magic peruses the space.
As Bjorn growls and seizes my throat with his big hand, biting his kiss hard into the back of my neck and shoulders, Mikkel is right there with him. He seizes my breasts, pinching my nipples hard and rolling them in his fingertips as he claims me.
A massive wave of love floods through our Bloodbond as Strom and I give in to our need, kissing and biting each other’s lips like wild banshees, as we dry-fuck now, kneeling on the pillows.
Twining into us all, Baldur pushes our magics even higher as he sucks and kisses my neck. Wrangling our passionate encounter, he smoothes it into something we can make last, as my searing heat roars and Strom’s raw lust thunders through our entire Bloodbond.
An incredible need for fucking and sex inundates me then, as I writhe and cry out with wild abandon, entangled in my drakes. Auric fire careens around us, singeing our fire-resistant bedding as Strom heaves me up into his arms, tossing me to the pillows and biting me with his kisses.
Baldur grips me, palming my ass from the side as Bjorn rips me from Strom, hauling me out from beneath Strom so he can crush me down next. Mikkel rabidly kisses my neck, as Strom cinches in hard beside me now, thrusting his long fingers inside me and making me gasp.
But then Bjorn’s big fingers heave in with Strom’s—making me scream in the best possible way. Bjorn and Strom work me in a one-two rhythm that has me thrusting hard now, gasping from a towering need to release this gargantuan pleasure inside me, as Mikkel twists my nipples and Baldur bites my neck.
But my First and Second Drakes are not going to let me come just yet. As their united power blazes through me now, both sides of my Bloodwalker magic unite in a furious thunderclap. It sends me careening through the stratosphere as that incredible power breaks all through me.
Everyone cries out now, as that tidal wave of magic sweeps us. It floods the space with auric fire of every color as it sheds from our skin, as a powerful love of friendship, lifemates, desire, and kinship inundates me.
Our united magic flares like wildfire now, as our dragons haul in tight. I devour Bjorn and Strom’s kisses alternately, then Mikkel and Baldur’s, as I feel our power riot up to the skies, far beyond our bodies.
Our auric dragons unite into that incredible Ouroboros in the stars for the second time tonight. This time is far more powerful, however, as Strom dives in again, kissing me with furious abandon and unleashing his passionate love-magic all through us.
None of my drakes can stand it; as Strom kisses me and Bjorn flips me so he’s lying down and I’m riding on top facing him, Bjorn roars and hauls me in tight by the hips. Mikkel and Baldur each find a breast with their mouths as Strom takes me with his scorching, dark kiss.
It’s Bjorn who finally breaks—as he thrusts up hard, right into me.
As Bjorn fucks me, pounding with insane energy, while Strom kisses me, I feel a sudden climax crest up hard inside me.
A searing sensation fills me deep inside, our love so tremendously bright, as Baldur bites his kisses into my left breast and Mikkel sucks my right.
A scorching Bloodwind of many colors blisters around us in the vaulted cavern, as our inner dragons coil up hard together, ready for this. We spiral into the sky, that shining Ouroboros blazing between us as a massive wave of auric fire seethes from us now, unhinged.
As Strom heaves me up from Bjorn before I can crest, then straddles me reverse upon my First Drake, he hauls me back down with Bjorn’s big cock inside my ass.
Strom thrusts into me now from the front, taking me with his humongous cock as I ride reverse cowgirl on Bjorn. I scream with raw pleasure from being so stretched and taken by them both—that scream reverberates all through my body as my tremendous wave of energy towers up inside me.
And is unleashed.