This is far from over, however, as Baldur suddenly releases Bjorn’s lips. As Baldur slides down to his belly now on the bed, between Bjorn’s muscular legs, he gives a pleased smile, then takes Bjorn into his mouth.
Baldur hasn’t just put his mouth on Bjorn’s cock, but taken Bjorn’s cockall the wayinto his mouth. Bjorn is not a small man anywhere, and certainly not down there; deep-throating someone that big is a serious art, one I see Baldur is a master at, as Bjorn cries out and throws back his head, loving it.
His big palm grips Baldur’s head now as all his muscles grip and shake, needful. Working him like a pro, Baldur’s energy roars as his and Bjorn’s magics synergize into a towering volcano of heat and light, from everything they are doing.
It makes the rest of us heat into a frenzy now as I slide a hand down to caress Bjorn’s balls while Baldur does him with his mouth. Mikkel and Ström make good work of each other while simultaneously making good work of me; we’re all surging in a hard rhythm together now as we hand- and mouth-fuck.
Baldur growls like a wild man now as he sucks Bjorn, making Bjorncry out even harder in his deep basso growl—unhinged from how much he loves it. We’re fucking, we’re pulsing; we’re doing each other for the first time all together, everyone loving it, as all sensations and emotions spiral deep into each other now, through our united Bloodbond.
Because for the first time, I feel a towering synergy pulse through our entire group, like some kind of ultra-massive dragon flexing its wings. All of us feel the sensations of every other; the heat, the love, and the sex, as our trust finally builds in a way it just hasn’t yet.
Because for the first time, all of us are being truly vulnerable, in a way we weren’t before. We’re reaping the benefits of that, as everything scorches now between us.
That massive Ouroboros rising from us—complete now.
It’s an incredible sensation, as all our dragon-powers suddenly heave out into the surrounding air. Because our auric bodies are already headed for the skies; and we’re not even fucking properly as a group yet, though everything we’re doing is seething hot.
But I know, even as our Ouroboros braids throughout the Void and the physical world now, that this isn’t even a fraction of what could happen between us.
This is just the beginning, as all our dragon-powers suddenly meld together into a towering inferno of heat and light, passion and darkness, insane as we come together.
We thrust and growl, and cry out now from hands all over bodies, and mouths just as needful as hands. We surge, we thrust, we fuck; Ström has got his long fingers digging up inside me now in just the right exact spot, as he flicks my g-spot over and over, merciless.
Mikkel devours my breast with his mouth now as Ström devours my kiss; I cry out into Ström’s lips, thrusting and shuddering as I have a hard time holding on to Bjorn’s balls now, to stroke them.
Baldur is working Bjorn’s cock like a madman with his mouth; he takes over for me now with his hands, as he works Bjorn masterfully. He’sgot my big First Drake crying out and shuddering to his bones as he thrusts up from the bed now into Baldur’s mouth.
Still, my Fourth Drake deep-throats him. I don’t even know how Baldur’s breathing right now, but I don’t care, as we all rut, gyrate, and fuck.
Ström and Mikkel have their hands latched upon each other’s cocks; as Ström hits that right spot inside me yet again, flicking his fingers across it mercilessly this time, I’m gone.
As my inner dragons roar, heaving up fast into their united Bloodwalker power, I come. It sweeps Bjorn; he roars as he comes, too, from Ström and Mikkel’s attentions upon me, not to mention Baldur’s masterful attentions upon him.
Ström and Mikkel are a split-second behind, as they both cry out and orgasm, too. Even Baldur gasps, coming as we all do, though no one was touching him. He simply has that much control over his energy to make himself come.
Anytime, anyplace.
We spiral up into that masterful dragon-knot in the skies as everybody comes. I feel the incredible amalgamation of our five magics burst from us in a towering shockwave now—exploding that every-color auric fire out all around us as we climax.
That auric blaze seethes through the room in a wildfire, even as it explodes up into the Void. I feel it punch right through the Veil, hammering the stars with our power; even though it can’t quite break the black curse that still lies around me in the Void, I feel the black veil bulge outward now, stretching like a bomb has gone off inside it.
Because one has, as we all heave hard breaths now, crying out and writhing, lost in the ecstasy of what we’ve just done. And this is only the beginning, as Baldur pulls away from Bjorn’s cock finally and laughs, bright and beautiful as his energy blazes through the entire Void.
It’s cosmic, as Baldur’s curses from the Black Dragon suddenly rush back—completely. I feel it, as the Usurper’s curses are banished fromBaldur’s flesh; as his towering, cosmic might rushes back in full now, he blazes like stars falling from the sky as everything in him celebrates.
Without warning, Baldur rushes up into his towering sky- and midnight-blue drake upon the bed. He shatters the bed’s canopy as his gargantuan body erupts out around us everywhere, his massive talons punching through the mattress, right down into the floor below.
It’s a miracle he’s not crushed any of us as he surges up into his insanely beautiful cosmic drake. But I feel how even lost inside his dragon’s shift, Baldur is aware of all of us and how precious we are to him.
He trumpets his glory to the skies, incredible.
Then he settles down in an obliterated rush—fast asleep.
Baldur is still in dragon-form as he passes out on us. It’s a natural sleep now, though, rather than a healing stasis; as I put a hand on his massive foreleg, curled around all of us still in human form upon the mangled bed, I feel how his energy thrums again, complete.
The contented smile upon his blue and white scaled lips is everything, as he curls possessively around us in his sleep. Because we’re like gold to him; I feel how he guards us in dreams now, like his treasure-hoard, as he moves his big, elegant head.
Snuggling it right between me and Bjorn, as we heave deep breaths, shuddering with aftershocks upon the bed.
