Baldur eats at my lips like a wild man, as he feels everything me and my other drakes are experiencing through our bond. That’s not even the best part, however, as Bjorn takes me and Ström keeps his lips locked to me down below, relentless.
I’m bucking; I’m screaming from what my drakes are doing, as Baldur eats his kisses even harder into my mouth, corralling me by the hair, and Mikkel works my nipples in a firestorm now, rolling and hauling them out with his fingertips.
As Ström licks me like a madman, licking Bjorn’s cock as well, because how could he not with all that pounding into me, Baldur and Mikkel keep an iron grip on me, my legs hauled wide for Ström’s enjoyment.
Ström’s and Bjorn’s mouth-and-cock fucking have got me scalding now; a true firestorm roars inside me, as my inner dragons roil throughout my body in glee, to be so trapped and sensually punished by all four of my drakes like this.
I’m bucking and shuddering; I’m crying out hard into Baldur’s kiss. As Mikkel snarls and roars in, latching his lips to my breast, sucking and biting as he rolls and twists my other nipple in his fingertips, I start to crest.
Ström feels it; with a thundering growl, he licks hard now, in a circular pattern that just flat does it for me. He’s not done, though, as he thrusts a clever hand in, right between me and Bjorn.
Then slides a finger deep into my ass.
I break from Baldur’s lips as I scream in a towering wave of sex, passion, and lust. Even as Baldur crushes me to his kiss again, I’m coming—so hard, from what’s Ström’s just done.
Because I’m taken at every point of the compass now, losing all direction as I unravel to the attentions of my drakes. As I shoot up into the stratosphere with my orgasm, upon a towering wave of darkness and light, my drakes are coming with me.
They’re blasting off into orgasm just from the sheer power of what they feel happening in me, thanks to our newfound unity with the silver rings. We’re all coming together, roaring and shuddering as a massive wave of super-heated forge-fire energy erupts from us.
It concusses the vaulted dining hall, blasting from us in a searing wave of sublimated white-hot etheric fire as we all shudder and roar with the basso notes and towering overtones of our dragons in our voices.
Five annihilated cries uniting our bond—as one.
Everyone has half-shifted, scales and talons blossoming out everywhere upon our human bodies, as Bjorn roars out his power and rage to the room, somehow louder than the rest of us.
As if he’s amalgamated all the powers inside our bond again, I feel all my drakes’ energies somehow funnel into him—then slam into me, as Bjorn’s taloned, scaled hands join mine upon my waist and hip.
I roar with him, devoured by our dragons as they course together, hard; fire and heat boil from us as our zephyr of magical Bloodwind and crimson-gold etheric fire blazes through the room.
As Ström roars with us, he sends his dark green and crimson energy seething through all that firestorm of gold and red from me and Bjorn. Mikkel roars with the venomous vengeance of his inner black dragon as midnight scales blossom all over him. As he hurls his enormous copper-black drake into our creation, I feel the talons of his half-shifted hands dig hard into my thigh and breast.
As Baldur fills up with blazing cosmic light like an entire galaxy being born, his roar joins us. His power shudders the very foundations of the hall, as our united auric fire careens through it, wild with the incredible fury of his drake.
As that insane wildfire of Blood and Bone Magic roars through thespace, it engulfs everything. The leftover food, the mildewing drapes, and the flowering vines around us are obliterated; even thesilberskraedining table and chairs are burned up in our sudden, towering firestorm of magic as it rages through the dining hall, unhinged.
The chair beneath us gives out to our flames, dumping us to our asses with acrackas it sunders. Only we are spared from the devastation of our firestorm, as that most incredible magic rips through the hall.
Furious and wild, thundering and deviant, it holds all the colors of creation, as something inside us becomes united, at last. Something that was still apart before, held back from each other, I see that towering auric Ouroboros rush hard together with all our united dragon-auras—then blaze a furious diamond-white, as it coalesces into a cosmic unity I’ve never felt before.
As it does, our Bloodbond fills up in a way it’s never done. It fills us to the brim with magic, as for a single moment, I suddenly feel like I’minsideall my drakes at once—living their lives, breathing their breath, pumping their hearts as their emotions and bodies and power fill me up.
For one moment, I’m endless, as I feel it do the same to them. We all cry out, annihilated by our sudden togetherness.
Before that firestorm rages out, spent.
As we heave heard breaths upon the floor, I see the hushed glow of the runes all around us flaring to life. Upon every wall, on every pillar, even searing across the floor, the entire hall has come alive now with the power of the ancients.
As those runes flicker like millions of stars all around us, a whispering voice touches me.Come, it says, in a voice that speaks with the power of so many, ancient and gone.Come and discover our secrets. Then judge if you will repeat our failures… or not.
I don’t even have a moment to think about that cryptic sending, before that voice inside my mind surges away, gone. But the flickering gold and silver light from the runes around us is not gone.
As we heave hard breaths in a sweaty pile upon the stone floor, I watch thathaunting melody careen around us in the empty dining hall. As Bjorn helps me sit up, my other drakes all struggling up to a seat on the floor as well, we watch that haunting, luminous melody.
Rapt, we breathe hard in the aftermath of our insane lovemaking; though our attention is on that eerie phenomenon all around us, as it seems to pulse and simmer now like a living thing.
Because for the first time, I understand itisalive. That somehow, the ancient Bloodwalkers who built this place imbued their immortal consciousness into these undying runes. To be awoken when one had found the right unity in their magic, which could produce this auric fire.
And open the secrets hidden here—anything they might wish to find.
