I’ve broken a sweat as Bjorn and Baldur both cinch close now,trapping me between their rock-solid bodies. A seething Bloodwind of red, gold, white, and blue goes searing around us in the space, as Bjorn holds me steady with his rock-hard body.
Bjorn’s soft lips descend to my neck, kissing me there, as Baldur presses his lean artist’s dream of a frame close to my front. As Baldur bends his head down, whispering his lips over mine, I already want it.
My body pressed to his, I strain to reach him; but now that we’re doing this, Baldur is strangely hesitant. He holds himself away from kissing me, only teasing me now. I feel how his deep hesitation is because of everything he’s worried about with his addiction to high-level magic.
With a deep, basso growl, Bjorn loses his patience, however. He pushes me from behind suddenly; his move slams my lips to Baldur’s, solving Baldur’s conundrum.
Exploding a towering love-bomb through the space.
Baldur holds back no longer, as our lips connect; he ruins my kiss with his lips now, as he and I tear into each other like wild animals, desperate to fuck each other.
All hesitation is gone, as Mikkel and Ström cry out as they get it on beside us. A searing whirlwind of black, chartreuse, and brimstone-green magic seethes out around them, to join with Baldur’s, Bjorn’s, and mine, ripping through the space.
Blistering copper roars in that power’s depths also, as Ström’s and Mikkel’s added magic engulfs us. I cry out as Baldur eats his kisses even harder into my lips, scalding me with everything our group is building.
Uniting all our power, at last.
As a huge combustion of magic rocks the space now, just from our group kissing in this powerful place, I hear Lærke cry out. Even she is not immune to what’s going on, as I feel her own chartreuse-white magic combust, filling up the space with ours, but from a distance.
Even the prudish Lærke cannot resist the heady eros we’re creating here, to get what we need from our Ancestors. Hands are everywhere, as Ifeel our amalgamated power suddenly rocket us up through the world of the real and into the Void.
We’re already Bloodwalking, and we’ve barely done a damn thing. The energy in this cavern is just that potent, our union ridiculously solidified now that we have all come to accord with each other, and we have Aesa’s rings.
I feel those silver rings seethe white-hot upon our fingers now as their power unites us. They don’t burn us, but auric fire is already blistering from them as Aesa’s Truthstone upon my chest blazes, resonating her magic with what we’re building here.
I feel her with us now, as her massive white-gold Bloodwalker drakaina looks over my shoulder from the Void. Though Aesa’s energy in the realm of the Ancestors is nearly gone, her soul almost spent from how she’s given her everything to help us, she’s still here with us.
She’s still hanging on, ready to give her all to do what we need to in the Void, against the forces that assail us. As I growl and bite my kisses into Baldur’s lips now, I say a silent prayer for our benefactress and everything she’s given us, knowing we must take more.
Aesa nods her great dragon head behind me—placing her muzzle to my cheek, she smiles. I know it’s go time, then: Aesa is going to work with us to give this everything we’ve got, as we prepare to blast through the black veil that still curses me in the Void and get what we need from the Ancestors.
I can see that cursed veil now, as we begin to Bloodwalk, shimmering like the most diseased fairy-dust all around me. As the Void suddenly merges with the world of the real, I find I’m not far out there now.
Instead, I have somehow drawn the Void of Ancestors down all around us, into this massive cavern with us. Whispers of the ancient dead fill me, drowning my ears from the shimmering darkness all around me now.
As Baldur and I devour each other with our kiss, my mates all grip each other now, with me in-between. Hands are everywhere; Baldur’shands have wrapped around my back as we kiss, Mikkel’s are on my ass, Bjorn grips my waist hard, as Ström slides a hand down my hip crease and thrusts two fingers inside me.
I gasp, arching and crying out in their arms; over my shoulder, Bjorn’s kiss takes my lips now, instead of Baldur’s.
Bjorn growls, rippling his furious, rageful love all the way down my spine as we kiss hard and decadently now, biting and snarling that he’s mine and I’m his. Our possessiveness for each other is like gasoline on the bonfire, as Ström finger-fucks me and I gasp and buck, caught between Baldur and Bjorn.
Ström and Mikkel have pushed in close to our side. Mikkel grips and handles Ström’s enormous, thick cock, his hand gone to talons on my ass, as Ström growls and does me with his hand, biting his kisses into my neck.
Baldur’s gone down to bite and suck my nipples now as Bjorn holds me from behind and kisses me. Ström’s got my hair in his fist, bending me backwards into a bow for Bjorn and Baldur, as he works me hard with his fingers, thrusting in and out.
We’re all thrusting now, heaving and fucking with no one penetrating me yet, as our joined power skyrockets higher. Already, our combined magic blisters the air in curls of auric wildfire, as I feel Lærke gasp—pleasuring herself now from far away.
She’s still got her eagle-eyes locked on the cavern all around us, though, besides everything happening upon the bed. It’s a good thing, as I feel that diabolical energy from the crack beneath the bed lick up into the air now.
As it tastes everything happening here—drinking it like a fine, blood-red wine.
“Whoa! Fuck!” Ström gasps, as we all suddenly feel a massive haul on our energies. His fingers halt inside me as he heaves hard breaths. Everything stops as we all gasp and pant, though we don’t pull apart.
“Some kind of fucking black-hearted magic inside here. In that rift.”A vicious chartreuse flashes in Mikkel’s eyes, though they had been copper just a moment before.
“We can’t focus on that now,” Bjorn growls as he heaves deep breaths, pressed hard against me with his massive cock rock-solid against my butt. “We need to stay the course; we just need to create enough power to overcome it, whatever’s happening there.”
Even as Bjorn speaks, however, I feel a massive surge of energy from Lærke. As I glance over, I see she’s spread a gargantuan Bloodshield of her chartreuse-green and white magic over the rift in the floor.
