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"I see the threads," he breathed. "Red threads connecting all of us, weaving together our fates. We were always meant to find each other."
With each exchange, I felt the bond growing stronger, more tangible. I could sense them now.
At Quilith's direction, we formed a circle again, hands clasped together. The air around us hummed with power, making my skin prick with goosebumps.
"Now, speak your commitment," Quilith instructed. "Not of love alone, but of intent. What will you sacrifice forthis bond?"
Elias spoke first again, his voice resonating with power. "I commit to stand as your shield against any storm, to use my healing to protect what we've built, to sacrifice my solitude for our unity."
Varon followed, his words carrying the weight of centuries. "I commit to be your sanctuary in darkness, to use my knowledge to guide our path, to sacrifice my independence for our strength."
Kenji's voice thundered across the meadow. "I commit to be your light in shadows, to use my heritage to honor our bond, to sacrifice my freedom for our future."
Finally, it was my turn. Words rose to my lips, words that felt ancient and powerful, as if Shanna herself whispered them to me. "By soul and spark, I bind you to me, as I am to you. What is forged in trust, let no power cleave. What is created in love, let no force unmake."
The air between us ignited, golden threads of magic weaved between our bodies in an intricate dance. They twisted and turned, creating patterns too complex to follow before sinking into our skin. I gasped as I felt them settle beneath my ribs, directly over my heart, no longer visible but unmistakably present.
As the golden light faded, Quilith approached, their expression one of approval and awe. "The bond is complete," their tone solemn. "You now resonate with each other's magic. If one is in danger, the others will know. Zoey, you have gained a stabilizing tether for your dragon magic and protection against the corruption of Essencefeaster energy."
They looked at each of us in turn, their expression growing serious. "But know this, what is bound cannot be easily broken. If this bond were ever severed, the pain would be shared and severe. It also means that your lives are tied to each other for however long you live." They winkedsuddenly. “Since Varon is practically immortal, he won’t be alone ever again.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of what we'd done and the strength it gave us. I could feel them now, my three partners, each a distinct presence in my awareness. Together, they created a harmony within me I'd never known possible.
"Rest now," Quilith gave a gentle smile. "Complete what has been started. I will return in the morning." With a graceful gesture, they opened a shimmering portal and stepped through, leaving us alone in the meadow under the starlit sky.
The four of us stood together, connected in ways I couldn't have imagined possible, our new bond humming between us like a living thing.
Kenji clapped his hands together, rubbing them. “Now for the fun part. I brought the lube.”
Chapter 50: Zoey
I stood in the meadow with my three bound partners, a warmth spreading through me unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The ritual had left us connected in ways that transcended the physical. I could feel them now, their emotions washing over me like gentle waves. But there was something else building between us, a hunger that mirrored the intensity of the magic we'd just shared.
"I can feel all of you," my voice trembled slightly. "Inside me, like you're part of my soul now."
Varon stepped forward first, his crimson eyes glowing in the starlight. "The bond is complete in spirit," his fingers trailed along my jawline, "but our bodies need to seal it as well."
Kenji appeared at my other side, his eyes danced with mischief and desire. "We need to consummate what the magic has begun," his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear.
"All of us together," Elias added, his deep voice resonating through me as he moved behind me, his strong hands settling at my waist. "As one."
I shivered, not from cold but from anticipation. The meadow around us seemed to pulse with energy, the flowersreleasing their sweet perfume into the night air. Quilith had left behind a large ceremonial bed of sorts with plush cushions and silken sheets arranged beneath a canopy of flowering vines.
"Yes," I breathed, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with need. "Please."
They guided me to the cushioned area, the silken sheets cool against my heated skin as Varon gently untied my ritual robe. His fingers were deliberate, each brush against my skin sending sparks along my nerves. I could feel his desire through our new bond, his hunger for me intensifying my own. The magical connection between us amplified every sensation. His fingertips left invisible trails of fire that made me arch toward his touch.
"Your skin glows in the moonlight," his crimson eyes darkened as the robe fell open. I felt exposed yet completely safe beneath his gaze, while behind me, Elias's breath warmed my neck and Kenji's fingers intertwined with mine.
Through our bond, I felt the singular focus of their desire. Three distinct flavors of want merging into something overwhelming. Varon's touch was reverent yet possessive, my body responding with a wetness that surprised even me. I trembled as the cool night air kissed my exposed flesh, but the heat radiating between the four of us created a cocoon of warmth that made clothing seem unnecessary.
"I can feel what you want," I whispered, my voice husky with need as my robe slipped completely away. "I can feel exactly how you want to touch me."
"You're so beautiful," Varon whispered, helping me out of the robe. "Even more so now that you carry a piece of each of us."
I reached for him, tugging at his robe as well, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. "I want to see all of you," my voice growled with need. "All of youtogether."
My words seemed to break something loose in them. In moments, all four of us had discarded our ceremonial robes. I drank in the sight of them, my pulse thundering in my ears as our naked bodies gleamed in the night. Varon's powerful frame commanded attention with centuries of battle and survival etched into every defined muscle that flexed as he moved toward me. His skin bore ancient scars that I longed to trace with my tongue, each one a story I needed to taste.
