All the way from one end of the cavern to the other.
I’ll hold it off. As long as I can.Lærke says inside my mind now as her furious white-chartreuse gaze pierces mine from where she stands near the food. She’s positioned herself right atop that crack now—one foot on one side of it and one on the other—no longer pleasuring herself as she stands rock-solid like a warrior drakaina of the ages, ready to fight for us as we Bloodwalk.
I say nothing, only nod, receiving her affirmation that she’s got this. I can’t think about whatever exists inside that black rift, or what it might do to Lærke, as we dive back into the ceremony again. She knows we need to finish this; and I need to focus, as I let her deal with the problem of that devouring energy now, and get back to my drakes.
Everyone is heaving hard breaths, our lovemaking paused. As I grip Bjorn by the hair, however, making him kiss me once more, his passion explodes over us like an atom bomb.
We’re back in it; everyone’s libidos soar as all the dragons inside us celebrate. I feel my inner dark drake and my bright drakaina hurtle together hard now, as Ström starts finger-fucking me again.
As my inner dragons truly unite now, it thrusts me into the fullness of my Bloodwalker power. I gasp as I suddenly come from the powerful attentions of all my drakes, plus my power combusting inside me, even though I didn’t know I was going to do it.
This orgasm came upon me with no warning, thanks to the insanity ofthe power in this cavern, amplifying our magics. It’s got everyone roaring and diving into each other, however, truly fucking now as I come.
Losing every last restraint we have—as we join as one.
Baldur heaves me down atop Bjorn as he thrusts his cock into me from the front now—and Bjorn heaves up as I lay upon him, gripping me hard by the hips as he hammers into my ass.
I scream, but it’s a good scream, as they both take me at once. I’m so filled, so stretched and wide open for my two Blood Magic drakes; I writhe, biting and bucking between them now as Bjorn holds me steady and Baldur fucks me like the insane, wild man he is.
Mikkel fucks Ström beside us now, as Ström and I kiss. Hands are everywhere, fingers grip. Bodies are pounding, as I’m thrust so far into this Bloodwalking ceremony now that I see the dead faces of my Ancestors crowd around me in the cavern.
Their souls are wide awake from our blistering power as they come to us. Whispers fill the air, massive roars. Voices long dead and gone pour through me; I can’t tell one from another, as all of them surge and meld all around me like an ancient sea now.
I see the bone-dead faces of my kin in both human and dragon form, surrounding me in the ever-living Void. They’re here, but they’re not, as the vile black shimmering barrier all around me in the Void keeps them at bay.
Waiting until they can speak with me.
As Baldur fucks me and Bjorn takes my ass, Ström and Mikkel still fucking beside us, I break from Ström’s kiss to roar at that black energy, commanding it the fuck back. My roar does little to that infernal blackness, however, only make it bulge a bit before it ripples back in around me, undisturbed.
Like a bomb going off inside the ocean, that cursed black veil still holds me. Its resistance makes me truly pissed now, as my dual dragons thunder harder into each other within me.
Ready to do their worst.
Something combusts inside me then, white-hot, as a seething burst of auric fire blazes from me in the cavern. As it thrusts from me, lighting up all the runes in the cavern now like a shining wildfire, I hear Lærke cry out.
Because when my magic created that auric fire all around us, whatever was in the rift truly awoke. As it surges now, hurtling up towards us, I feel something vastly malevolent hammer up towards the cavern from the darkest places in the earth.
As a caustic black blood bubbles up out of the rift.
Lærke is up on asilberskraetable fast, as that cursed, diseased black char blisters up into the cavern. Like a slow ooze, that viscous black-crimson tar looks just like the cursed oilslick-black ropes of the Black Dragon as it bubbles and blisters up from the rift.
But like the champion she is, Lærke is still holding back the tide of whatever’s interested in us from down below. With a roaring snarl, she screams like a harpy, spreading her Bloodnet in a thick shield now as she captures that ooze inside her poisonous green bubble so it can’t get out.
I feel how hard she’s fighting it, however, as even Mikkel halts his fucking to glance to her, panting hard.Sister?!He communicates with her mind-to-mind, as our synergy in our Bloodwalking is once again broken.
Stay the course, brother!I feel her snarl at him through their twin-bond, in their minds.I’ve got this!
“Trust her, Mikkel! We have to continue.” Ström growls firmly now, as he seizes Mikkel’s face and makes my Third Drake look at him.
As Mikkel pauses, I see a terrible war rise inside him. So much of him wants to leap from this bed and add his power to Lærke’s, holding off whatever’s coming for us from down below, thanks to our tasty magic erupting all throughout the cavern.
But we need his power and his focus here with us. As Mikkel finally nods swiftly, decided, he surges back down to kiss Ström.
Fucking my Second Drake viciously now, for all he’s worth.
It catapults us back up into the Bloodwalking, as a sudden, crazy disorientation takes me from how hard and fast Mikkel returned us to thatplace. Because Mikkel is just that strong; and when he focuses all of his magnificent retribution and wrath on something, he’s exponentially so.
He’s pissed now, at the black veil that surrounds me, ready to fuck it up. Because it’s delaying this Bloodwalking to get what we need; Mikkel can’t help his sister until we’ve got what we came for. He knows that, as he snarls into Ström’s kiss.
