Deep, slow, and hard, it’s everything I want as I arch back upon him now, rolled by his strong, slow thrusts and held by his firm hands. It makesme weightless, boneless, and free, as I arch in a deep ecstasy now and let him take me with his pleasure.
Because I’m so wide open for him; so flowing and filled by his indomitable golden light as it crests and spills through me now and all around me. We’re riding, we’re thrusting together, and Bjorn’s holding me up in midair now with his crazy strong hands as he heaves up into me and we fuck.
It’s not just fucking, though, as he rolls his body in a perfect, powerful wave, to thrust up into me again and again. It’s pure lovemaking, as we find an ancient rhythm now, golden and glorious.
I’m with him, surrounded by him, taken by him—and so gone, as we revel in each other, silent and free. My mind strays; I’m my body surging, and my breath heaving, and my insides taking him into me again and again as we fuck, joining now in some kind of ancient, sensual trance.
I breathe hard but languid now as I roll my body, taking him up into me as far as I can get, before rollingallthe way back down. Bjorn moans now, and I feel him spiral up with me, far out into the cosmos where I’ve already gone.
As happened with Mikkel, I find Bjorn and I are dancing out in the Void now, as our auric dragons roll, heave, and fuck. It’s magnificent and powerful, as we slowly braid together throughout the skies in our endless Ouroboros, but stronger this time because of our love.
As we tighten into that glorious, cosmic knot, I feel an explosion of oneness heave through our dragons and our entire bodies. My joining with Mikkel was intense; but my joining with Bjorn is pure, indomitable power as we both gasp from that sudden coming together.
We crest, orgasming as that incredible, fiery golden power fills us up. Auric flame bursts off our skins as we both come, heaving into the room. White-gold fire surges, and there’s no darkness anywhere in it, as that glorious magic blazes all through us and far out into the cosmos.
It fills us as we rush together in that powerful space. As that union of magic courses through our Bloodbond, restoring and revitalizing us, I feelit surge into everyone else bound to us, filling them up with a tirade of golden magic that has no black anywhere in it.
We’re molten, we’re on fire—and we’re coming again, as we fuck. As we both roar now, seething with that incredible golden flame, I feel it rush around the room in a cyclone, devouring everything that isn’tsilberskrae, stone, or protected by a magical barrier in the vaults.
As Bjorn holds me atop him and I ride him, on and on, I lose track of how many orgasms we have. Because we’re nothing but that all-cosmic dance now as we crest and crest, hitting a new, even more powerful high each time.
I’ve felt nothing like this, as Bjorn and I maintain a fucking tantric high now with our rolling sex and power. Because our sex right now is not just driven by need, lust, and passion, but by the intense emotions we feel for each other as we let our true love for each other blaze.
Bjorn and I share so much, and have throughout the decades. We’ve loved, we’ve hated, we’ve laughed and we’ve lost; we’ve been there for each other and turned our backs on one another, only to find each other again now when it counts.
And become true life-mates, at last.
Those endless emotions fill us up now, as our dragons coil through each other in the cosmos, united. Even though we still don’t have enough energy to shift, that powerful force of love seethes through us, making that golden fire around us burn.
When our bodies are finished, our beautiful depth of emotions spent, we come one last time, together. We sink into a space of endless bliss, as Bjorn falls to the bed, spent.
And I collapse atop him, glorious.
11
WALL
Night has come and gone, far above this place with no windows or sky, when I feel Bjorn move in bed. As he slides out of my arms gently to not disturb me, I stretch and snuggle back into the warm furs that have replaced all the nice bedding our auric fires burned up as we had sex.
Fortunately, the mattress was only singed and sufficed for the night. I’m wonderfully rested now, after Bjorn’s and my glorious lovemaking; I cuddle back down in the furs as I smile, feeling better than I have in days.
But then my belly rumbles, furious for food, making me wake all the way up. I open my eyes and see Bjorn hauling on the same black leather outfit he had on yesterday. Our fighting-attire is made of sterner stuff than the bedding down here, and didn’t perish in our auric flames from the night before.
I gaze around and see my tawny fighting leathers with their gold-tooled sigils laid out for me on the bed. Bjorn’s black leathers are embroidered with luscious detail, like mine; as he hauls his shirt on over his head now, I’m sad to see all his glorious muscles get put away.
Though he looks amazing in his ancient outfit, like a demigod of the north.
Bjorn leaves his shirt open over his chest now, rather than do the laces up right away. He glances at me, already feeling through our bond that I’m awake, and lifts a sexy eyebrow as his beautiful eyes burn.
Hot again, with the all-gold blaze of his drake.
I lift an eyebrow right back, then crack a smile. As Bjorn gets the smallest, hottest smile ever now at the corner of his mouth, I grin even wider, then shake my head and laugh. Because it feels good to have my rough, fierce, and fiercely loving First Drake back again. As Bjorn steps to the bed, he reaches in.
Cinching an arm around my waist and hauling me out of bed to him.
Bjorn crushes me close, trapping my nakedness to his burly stature as he claims me. I wind my arms up around his shoulders as we kiss, hard and deep, decadent.
He palms my bare ass, gripping and kneading me in just the way I like, which reminds me of talons. We’re two breaths from just shucking his outfit and getting freaky again when he rumbles a lovely, all-male chuckle.
