As we stand together in this vast magnificence, a universal glory that brightens Baldur like a comet now, streaking through the skies, I see the need that trembles him. I feel his addiction blaze through him as he shivers before me, ready to touch and to bond.
Because that bond comes withpower—and Baldur’s addiction to using high-level magic for insane runic rituals is all about power.
It’s something we can’t have in this bond, unchecked, without addressing it first. I lift my hand to his cheek—forestalling him from truly becoming mine, despite our universal glory.
It’s just the gentlest movement of my drakaina in the Void, as I nip a warning through our bond—for Baldur to wake back up and notice what’s happening to him. Even that slight movement of my drakaina jolts Baldur like an electric shock, however; as he realizes where he just went in our moment of becoming one, his trance with the power snaps out.
Chagrin fills him, with woe. His beautiful blue eyes darken to a deep midnight hue, as I hold him in that tortuous space.
Letting him know I’m here for him—no matter what.
“The addiction is not you,” I tell him firmly now, as I feel him throw up a wall between us, breaking our resonance. I reach out, setting my free hand on his heart as I hold his cheek in my palm. “The lust to go wild with this magic does not control you. You have shown the world how much mastery you have over it already; eight hundred years of containing your power, using it for good, and keeping others safe. It’s time to let all that go now; all the shame, all the fear that something iswrongwith you, orevil. You’re a good man, Baldur; you’re an excellent mate. And you’re a powerful dragon, not because of the sigils you can create, but because of who you are. You have the most beautiful heart; it shines like the sun itself. Don’t hide that from me; don’t hide that from us. We need you; we love you. I love you, for everything you are. We will face this addiction together for all the days of our life. I’m with you. And I’m not turning back.”
“But what if I am evil, Rikyava?” Baldur murmurs now as his eyebrows draw into a hard line, his deep blue eyes afraid. “What if you haven’t even met the Baldur I can be yet, when I’m in that place?”
“Then let me in,” I say, leaning into him as I gaze up into his dark, woebegone eyes. “Let me see. Let me be your Bloodmate, and you be mine… and share our light, our love, our hardships, and our sorrows as one. I’m ready for it. Are you?”
As Baldur hesitates, I have one lancing moment of fear that he won’t say he’s in. Then, his entire body thaws. His eyes spark back to their luminous, every color white.
“I have faith in you,” he says as we pull together now, tight. As he reaches up with his free hand, he caresses back a lock of my hair. “Even when I don’t have faith in myself.”
Baldur releases me for just a moment, then dons his ring. As he slides it up onto the ring finger of his left hand, a powerful heave of our dragons suddenly crashes us together.
There is no niceness to it, and there is no waiting, as our dragons thrust right through each other and explode out as wide as the sky. We’re just one, in that endless place where time has no meaning and space is infinite.
As we crash together now, uniting in the Void.
Our rings clash against each other as Baldur seizes me and takes me down to the floor, kissing me. His lips devour mine as we heave and thrust together, ripping leather with our massive strength and tearing away buckles in our haste to get to each other.
Because as our very souls burn as one, blazing from the power of what he and I can do together, we need to be flesh on flesh. As he gets me naked and I rip away the last of his leather pants, he’s hauling my leg up over his hip.
Thrusting into me—hard.
Baldur’s and my sex is quick and dirty, fast and wild. We’re heaving, we’re thrusting; we’re all tangled up in each other’s mouths and tonguesand bodies as Baldur breaks free of my lips and roars his supremacy to the hall now.
I feel how that roar shakes us, to our marrow and back, as he fucks me. Because Baldur has far more of Bjorn’s rage than any of us knew; I feel him take it out on me now as our dragons twist together into that mighty Ouroboros in the cosmos again, searing bright white and careening into each other now, thanks to the silver rings.
Because Baldur is like all the firestorms of the universe as his power rages, and mine echoes it. It’s like watching stars become born as he sears white hot in his human flesh now, dazzling my eyes so hard I cry out, even as he fucks me more.
Because creatures like Baldur aren’t only flesh and bone; they’re celestial, as he roars again, diving down and kissing me harder as we fuck. My Bloodwalker power drinks him in and in, as he gives me his everything now, going supernova.
Loving me—and dedicating himself to me, always.
We come in a towering explosion of power so hard, it thrusts all my drakes to their asses around us. Nobody was in their seats as they surrounded us, each of my drakes roaring deep inside from this insane magic Baldur and I are creating.
They all want in on it, as he and I come, entangled upon the floor. As he heaves into me one last time, so hard and deep he fills me utterly, we scream together—and a seething burst of auric fire rips from us, surging through the hall.
Baldur and I are boneless, annihilated, as Bjorn suddenly tears me away from my Fourth Drake, kissing me with a wild abandon. As Mikkel grabs me also, searing me with his viciously beautiful, midnight-dark kisses up and down my neck, Bjorn growls, menacing. I feel how we’re only a moment from all our progress with group sex being flushed down the toilet, as the two of them power up to fight.
My own darkest nastiness roars up right behind them—to get them to stop. Barreling in, Ström saves us. He heaves me into his arms, getting meup; I clutch him naked, shaking from the wild ecstasy of everything Baldur and I did just now, not to mention the dark-bright firestorm of Mikkel and Bjorn, roaring to get at me.
It’s swamped by my blackest Bone Magic heaving all through me, ready to battle my drakes once more. A tremendous blast of magic rips from Ström, however, hammering us all to our senses as he takes command now. His snarling voice rips right through our minds as he stares us down.
Our loving dominant, for everything group sex.
No fighting!Ström roars through us all as he holds me tight.We will not go Wraith, not when we are so closely bonded now by the rings. We need to use this power and find the location of the Black Dragon’s origins. Bjorn—in that chair over there. Everyone else: follow my lead. And we will get what we want today. What weallwant—I guarantee it.
As Ström’s powerful mind-message skewers us all, I feel how all of us—even Mikkel—come to accord. Because we don’t want another episode of in-fighting, which will only make my inner Bloodwalker power twist black, yet again. Ström’s right: we need to get coordinated, even in our hedonism, at least a bit. Then we can all get what we want.
