Chapter 16 Blaze #2
Mikkel just can’t leave our good situation alone, however, as he breaks from his kiss with Strom. They’ve still got their hands on each other’s cocks, stroking hard and thrusting as Mikkel chuckles disastrously, looking at Bjorn.
“What do you say, Bjorn—are you game?” Mikkel gasps as he pins my First Drake with his copper-dark eyes.
“No,” Bjorn says as he growls ragefully now, rather than sexy.
Something inside him heats to the stratosphere, however, as Mikkel asks. It’s not manly in Bjorn’s book to have sex with a drake, though, even in a group.
But as Bjorn refuses, I feel the roaring desire of his dragon, to be a part of everything that’s happening and let all his reservations about sex and sexuality just fucking go.
Because remaining only with me is against what Bjorn’s dragon truly wants. It wants to rage, wild and free—and just stick its cock into any damn thing it pleases, as it goes hell-bent for leather and simply gets what it needs.
Bjorn’s dragon needs to fuck—hard. But Bjorn has always feared his deeper sexual appetites; I realize what growing up with his odious father, Jarl Oggi Magnussen, must have done to him in his youth.
Bjorn’s always worried that his fire is too much, that his passion is too raw, that his anger and blistering heat, both in and out of the bedroom, are his enemy. I feel it now, as a massive conflict devours him, between what his dragon wants and what he deems appropriate.
I raise a hand to his cheek, using my other hand to push his fingers back into me down below.
And give my First Drake the permission nobody ever gave him before.
“It’s okay,” I murmur as we both watch. “Just feel this. You don’t have to do anyone other than me. Just enjoy the show and feel whatever comes.”
Bjorn is astonished as he looks at me, that I’ve found him out. Even though his gold eyes burn as his dragon now, full of conflict, rage, and lust, I hold him steady.
I lift up and kiss him, to let him know I support him and that I will do anything to make him feel comfortable and safe in this relationship. Bjorn feels my honesty. He growls into my kiss, heating with an inferno now.
Then kisses me like a madman—as everyone’s swept up by his heat in a hurricane.
Clothing is shed fast now, everyone naked, though I have no idea how we got here. We’ve also made it to the bed somehow; as Mikkel throws Strom down on his back, leaping atop him and devouring him as their stroking and gripping resumes, Bjorn falls to his back on the bed with me astride his hips.
Shoulders are touching, bodies are close as Mikkel heaves Strom up and tosses him face down now on the bed. As Mikkel penetrates Strom, both crying out in exhilaration to have each other again, Bjorn roars and pins me with his hands.
Thrusting up into me so hard, I scream with glory.
Bodies are pounding; flesh is fucking flesh. Everybody is in a writhing, thundering mass of heat and need now upon the bed, as Strom liberates himself from Mikkel in a masterful maneuver, then thrusts Mikkel to the pillows instead.
Strom heaves Mikkel’s leg up over his shoulder as they kiss like rampaging enemies on the battlefield, and Strom takes Mikkel now. I’m screaming from Bjorn taking me, as Strom wrangles my hair and kisses me now, while still fucking Mikkel.
I devour Strom’s lips; his grin is wicked as he takes me with his kiss, and Bjorn punishes me down below. As Strom breaks from my lips, shoving me down atop Bjorn now with his fist in my hair, he takes my lips to Mikkel.
Mikkel and I kiss now, as Bjorn roars and pins my hips in place so he can keep fucking me, relentless. I writhe between them, scalding as I kiss my vicious Third Drake and his kiss burns me alive.
It doesn’t even matter that all of us are touching now; Bjorn’s over it, as he rolls me to hands and knees next, taking me doggy style. Strom’s rolled Mikkel, too, so he and I can kiss as our lovers fuck us both.
Mikkel grips my hair and the back of my neck with one hand as we continue to bite each other and kiss; we both gasp and cry out as our lovers take us.
Then, with one last thundering thrust, Bjorn comes. His massive wave of heat and fire hits us like an avalanche; no one can hold on, as we all come together in a gargantuan wave of heat and fire, glorious.
Because my First Drake is incredible, as his vast outpouring of love, lust, rage, and completion hits us, hard.
I feel that towering wave of lovemaking thrust us all to the skies; I feel it as the four of us braid into that masterful Ouroboros again, all our dragons melding and intertwining now as they come together in this celestial wave of heat, darkness, beauty, and sound.
Someone is missing from our incredible amalgamation of magic, however, as a tremendous wave of renewal sweeps us. I feel that enormous hit of power rush into the fifth of our Bloodbond as he comes to us from nearby.
Because Baldur felt what we’re all doing here, and he couldn’t stay away. As he pushes in through the vaulted doors of our suite, I feel his blazing blue-white eyes pin to our gasping, sweaty pile on the bed.
Our gargantuan wave of magic sweeps to him now, in a torrent of scorching Bloodwind. It carries all our magics, as it whirls around Baldur, seething with that incredible amalgamated auric fire we’ve been able to make a few times now.
As that cosmic fire sweeps Baldur, licking over his skin and diving around him with our united Bloodwind, I see it do what none of us could do individually. I see it dive into his flesh and purify him from the inside out, as searing crimson-black curses flare a bright, star-white now.
Singeing up and evaporating from his skin.
Baldur gasps, his head thrown back in ecstasy as our auric fire claims him. I feel his blazing joy as our magics devour him—because it feels so good to be surrounded by our love, when he was so crushed by his own inner darkness.
It makes him blaze like a star, as he opens his blue eyes and they sear diamond-white. As the curses race back to just his hands and feet now, I feel how we’ve banished most of the Black Dragon from his veins, glorious.
It’s not gone, though; the Usurper is too strong for that. I know we’ll need the fifth of our Bloodbond to join us in this powerful lovemaking for us to really heal my brightest drake.
Baldur knows it, too, as his incredible, cosmic-light eyes pin me, devouring my drakes’ and my nakedness.
Slowly, he walks to the bed.
Shedding clothing all the way.