Redeemers of the Fallen 4

Chapter 4: Sister in Light, Sister in Dark

Mirela gasped loudly and shot upward with alarm when she awoke in utter darkness. It felt like only seconds had passed while she slumbered. The light from day had long since died and only Mirela’s supernatural senses allowed her to see clearly through the black miasma. Rachael’s body remained just as it had the day before, still mostly fresh though it wouldn’t be long before the decaying body attracted vermin and emitted foul death smells. Already there were flies gathering in number which Mirela tried to shoo away. When their persistence began irritating her Mirela uttered a curse and the insects all dropped dead around her.

Mirela leaned over the bathtub and unwrapped Rachael’s body to consume some cold leftovers for her dinner. This was not the most flavorful meal by any stretch of the imagination but Mirela did need to keep her strength up. Especially if this night went as poorly as she anticipated.

Once she finished using Rachael one final time, Mirela stood before the sink in the dark and cleaned all the blood from her face and body before fixing her hair. Mirela dragged Rachael’s body back to the living room suite and then used her powers to soak up every drop of blood still clinging to the bathroom tile and shower, the living room carpet, and the bed.

The hovering globe of reconstituted sanguine fluids was a tempting snack but for once Mirela actually felt quite full. She couldn’t eat another drop and besides a corpse with some blood remaining would arouse far less suspicion and scrutiny than a fully drained body. When she arrived at the bar last evening, Mirela cast a glamour over the patrons in the lounge. They would all remember Rachael leaving the bar alone, if they remembered her at all. Even security camera footage would omit Mirela’s accompaniment with Rachael to the penthouse last night. She just had a few more tasks left to perform to help cover her tracks.

With waving hands and wriggling fingers, Mirela drew forth twin tendrils of blood from the crimson globe. The bloody threads spun around the room wildly until Mirela managed to force their flow through the several wounds in Rachael’s neck until the globe had fully dissipated. Rachael’s face regained some of its color but no amount of rejuvenation would return light to her eyes.

Mirela skillfully worked open the pane of glass from the hotel window. She lifted Rachael over her shoulder and used the set of grappling hooks and ropes packed away in her belongings to rappel down the side of the hotel. Mirela had a light step and her silent feet moved as if they were dancing on air rather than scaling down the the sheer outside of a skyscraper.

Enshrouded in a heavy dark cloak, Mirela carried Rachael a few blocks away and deposited her remains in an abandoned alley. Mirela closed the girl’s eyes and then unfolded Rachael’s glasses out of her pocket before returning them to the bridge of Rachael’s nose. The obvious slash across Rachael’s throat should obscure the less explainable damage to her neck. Just another casualty of one the more degenerate criminals in this city. Perhaps a minor scandal would develop since the victim was a young American on a peaceful, cultural mission. There would probably be an investigation but never a satisfying resolution.

Before leaving Rachael behind, Mirela spared a thought for the girl’s family and the trauma and heartbreak they would soon endure. Did Rachael have any siblings? Sisters? Mirela never bothered to ask, the few pleasantries they engaged in merely a frivolous prelude before the girl fulfilled her true purpose. Mirela never considered the pain and damage left behind after performing her craven actions but this time felt different. What had changed? Mirela thought of Bianca’s disapproving glare, the loathing palpable in her gaze which penetrated deep into Mirela’s soul. The memory of seeing such hatred in Bianca’s eyes tore Mirela apart.

“I’m so sorry,” Mirela said as she stroked Rachael’s hair away from her face. “This isn’t fair. I’m the one who should have died long ago. Yet I live on while you perish. It shouldn’t have to be like this. But Rachael, I promise you I’m going to fix this so no one will have to suffer like you have ever again. So farewell, Rachael. Wherever you are now.”

After Mirela returned unseen to her hotel room and replaced the windowpane she was pleased to see most of the night still remained. Perhaps her plans had not gone so awry after all. When Mirela discovered that the door to Bianca’s room had been locked, she made a frustrated noise and flicked her fingers through the air until she heard the lock snap open. Her sister’s privacy was no concern of Mirela’s at the moment. But when Mirela entered Bianca’s room, she found no sign of her missing sister.

“So she has left me then,” Mirela sighed. “Perhaps it is for the best. What I do, I must do alone.”

Mirela returned to her bedroom and immediately began lighting a series of intricately sculpted black candles using natural earthly magic. She had no time to waste with only a few hours remaining until daybreak. Mirela placed the dripping black waxen flambeaus strategically throughout the room until a rough pentagram shape had been formed. Mirela opened a vial containing blood collected from Rachael’s neck and sprinkled its contents all around the center of the star. She used her long fingernail traced through spilled blood to draw the appropriate runes while also chanting the first lines of her incantation. Mirela smeared Rachel’s blood across her cheeks and forehead and continued chanting a repeated intonation while she danced around the circle of blood. Fearsome dark magic surged through Mirela’s being as her hips, waist, elbows, and hands swayed with erotic, sensual rhythms.

When she invoked the final verse of her summoning, Mirela sensed an intense flare of heat and brightness radiating behind her. Mirela spun around to find that an ovular portal lined with a twisted facade of blood and bone now occupied one end of the bedroom where it was centered directly above the point at the top of the pentagram. Viewed through the portal were flames dancing taller than mountains in a stark, hellish black landscape. Mournful, despairing cries echoed endlessly in a grim chorus. The revolting stench of sulfur, decay and burnt flesh wafted through the doorway between realms.

Mirela spoke in the form of an ancient, now-dead Semitic language, “Baphomet. Defiler. I stand upon defiled ground that has been marked with the taint of an innocent’s spilled blood and invoke your name. Answer my summons, Great Lord. I am your humble servant.”

The flames flickering atop the wicks of the purposefully arranged candles suddenly went out, briefly plunging the room into complete darkness. A few silent seconds later, the candles reignited of their own volition with the unexplainable fires flaring higher than should be possible, tall enough to mark the ceilings and walls black. Despite the brilliant light showing through the portal and the tall flames of the candlelight, the rest of the bedroom fell into a deeper darkness. Mirela sensed a powerful infernal presence approaching just before an imposing black shape appeared before the portal.

A clawed hand not dissimilar to Bianca’s pushed through the thin film separating this world from the nether realm, the twisted limb waving back and forth first as if testing the waters before entering further. A cloven hoof stepped through the portal and clomped loudly upon the floor. Mirela’s breath caught in terror of what she had just unleashed upon her world. The hooves of Baphomet, one of the six Great Lords of Hell, strode upon mortal ground where his every step defiled the sanctity of the material realm.

The Demon-Lord possessed the head of a mangy black goat with long, curling white horns that twisted around its bovine visage. From its neck to its waist the powerful infernal being resembled a fit human male with rippling muscles and smooth, hairless skin. But below its waist, the creature’s legs were heavily furred and bent backwards at the knee like a hind-quartered beast. The feet at the bottom of those hairy legs were two black cloven hooves that looked strong enough to crush a skull beneath its step. The demon’s hands were taloned and armored like the rest of its brethren with claws that could rend easily through vulnerable human flesh. Mirela couldn’t help noticing that swinging heavily between the demon’s legs were two giant, dangling cocks that sprang forth like twins from where normally only one penis should grow.

“Dark Queen,” Baphomet rumbled deeply though his voice held just a slight bovine bleat to its timbre. “I did not expect your call so soon. I trust the power I imparted you was enough?”

“It was enough, Master,” Mirela agreed nervously.

Mirela had previously summoned only minor demons who were the minions of the more powerful infernals. Calling upon one of the Great Lords of Hell was a different matter entirely. There were sure to be consequences for this transgression but Mirela saw no other choice before her now that Bianca had abandoned her. Only a demon of Baphomet’s power would suffice. The portal of blood and bone closed behind Baphomet as the demon clopped forward, his long brown tongue licking stickily at his bestial maw as he drank in the sight of Mirela standing dazed and terrified with her slight chest huffing against the front of the tight, bloodstained dress she’d re-worn from last night.

“Master,” the demon repeated with a thoughtful stroke of his chin. “I relish the sound of that word on your lips, Queen.”

The Demon-Lord reached out and caressed Mirela’s cheek with the back of his claw-like appendage. Mirela cringed at the unpleasant feeling of Baphomet’s gritty, armored skin as he closed his giant paw around Mirela’s cheeks and gripped her entire face with his fingers digging into her skin.

“I know what you’re plotting, Queen of filth and rot,” Baphomet taunted. “What you plan will throw both our realms into utter chaos. I simply cannot wait to watch from the sideline and manipulate events as they unfold.”

“I must call upon your powers again, Master,” Mirela rushed to tell Baphomet.

Baphomet drew his hand away from Mirela’s face with one final caress over her cheek then bridged his fingers together as he clomped around the increasingly confining bedroom whilst deep in thought. Now that Baphomet had exited the portal and fully stretched his body out to full-length the tips of his horns dragged deep scratches across the plaster of the ceiling. With his terrible form silhouetted by flame and darkness, Mirela realized with barely-suppressed fright how large and intimidating this ancient evil appeared from up close.

“This wasn’t our plan,” Baphomet finally said. “My energies are stretched thinly as it is. What happened to the other you intended to use?”

“She has… left me and I have no time left to waste,” Mirela admitted before hurriedly adding, “Master.”

“Ah yes, your return to Sidexes must be in time for the last full moon before All Hallow’s,” Baphomet mused. “Only three nights from now. The clock is ticking, my dear Queen.”

“My desperation is considerable as you can plainly see, Master,” Mirela replied obediently.

“Did your sister find out what you are already?” Baphomet wondered with an amused twist to his beastial expression. “All the trouble you went to to free her and after that she still couldn’t bear the sight of you. The poetry of your dismission would be amusing if it weren’t so pathetic. You used my trick to disguise infernal magic as celestial when you exorcised the demon, did you not? How else could you keep poor Zzazzazzural’s soul locked within her without the human realizing it?”

“Your genius knows no bounds, Master.”

The Demon-Lord made a face but Mirela couldn’t tell whether it was intended to be a smile or a sneer. Baphomet’s hooves stomped loudly upon the floor and his great mass make the structure underneath him groan as he approached Mirela.

“The first time you requested my aid you pledged your undying soul to me,” Baphomet reminded Mirela. “Simply your word was enough to convince me to bind my energies to your cause. This time however I will require a more… material guarantee.”

With the demon’s imposing height, Mirela had only to tilt her head slightly downward to see that the twin cocks dangling between its legs were slowly beginning to lengthen and harden.

“Whatever you wish, Master,” Mirela replied with a subservient bow of her head. “I am your humble servant.”

“On your knees, thrall,” the Great Lord commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Mirela dutifully replied.

Mirela submissively lowered herself to her knees and from there she stared upward at Baphomet’s horrific bovine form looming above her. Mirela’s eyes were drawn inevitable to the two massive logs rising stiffly from the demon’s crotch, one right on top of the other. The erections extended up past Baphomet’s abdomen as they grew to intimidating proportions. The demon caressed Mirela’s face and raked its clawed fingers through her flowing black hair. The Defiler’s unexpectedly gentle touch felt… possessive.

The Demon-Lord ranted and ruminated while he stroked the pet he already knew would become his most favored. “When you die, Dark Lady (and you will die someday, even if your demise is millennia from now) the Dark Lord himself intends to add you to his harem. He enjoys collecting powerful women to serve him in the afterlife and the having the Queen of the Damned would be the crown jewel among his whores. Thousands already please his most perverse and creative desires but I have a notion Lucifer will take a special liking to you. Oh yes, his deviled seed will burn you from the inside as he fills you with it again and again and again.”

Mirela shuddered at the thought of being the Devil’s favorite plaything for the rest of eternity.

“Or you may serve me instead and spare yourself both the touch of the Dark Lord’s hand and the rapacity of his cock,” Baphomet said as his talons twisted and curled around Mirela’s black tresses. “You would prefer that, would you not?”

“Yes, Master,” Mirela intoned emotionlessly.

“You may begin then,” the Demon-Lord instructed.

Mirela grabbed a hold of one of Baphomet’s cocks, its girth so wide and thick that her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around it. The heat of Hell radiated from the demon’s strengthening member so powerfully that Mirela worried her fingers would blister. Mirela opened her mouth wide and unhinged her jaw as she engulfed the first few inches of the demon’s immensity between her tightly wrapped lips. Bulging veins pulsed through the sides of a rock-hard prick that was so large the shaft had its own muscles. Mirela could feel the steely rod flexing and still growing inside her. The gross flavor of a goat’s prick burned in Mirela’s mouth as she sucked and licked at the bulbous head until she’d lubricated the demon’s first few inches with frothy saliva.

“A woman of your potential would be wasted as the vessel for Lucifer’s emissions and as another broken body that bears the brunt of his angry punishments,” Baphomet added with a pleased grunt as he placed his strong paw atop Mirela’s head and pushed her mouth further down his cock. Mirela’s arms flailed helplessly as the Defiler entered her throat and choked her with his penis. Her mouth made wet sucking and gagging noises as it struggled to accommodate the Demon-Lord’s enormity.

“Trust me that such empty frivolities would never be your fate should you serve me faithfully. You are of no use to me in Hell. You swore to serve as my agent in the mortal realm and serve me you shall. In this world you are the Queen of Darkness and all evil creatures pay the homage you are due. I would never dare upset that status. But with your Master you will act as nothing but a rotten whore. My whore.”

“Yes, Master,” Mirela gasped as she pulled off the demon’s cock with a loud sucking pop, her drool pouring from her mouth in thick white rivulets that remained stickily connected to the bulbous head of Baphomet’s bestial cock. Saliva lubricated Mirela’s mouth and throat in such quantities that she sounded as if she were speaking underwater. “I will be your rotten whore.”

Mirela breathed deeply before gathering her saliva back into her mouth with a loud slurp and then plunging her gaped jaw back down the Defiler’s thick, hairy shaft. The demon emitted noises of pleasure resembling a goat’s bleating as Mirela took him down past her throat and choked herself with his cock. Mirela worked her tightly sealed mouth up and down the length of Baphomet’s giant prick while she sucked on him like a true whore would. After over a minute of gagging and slobbering messily over the Demon-Lord’s single cock, Baphomet snatched Mirela’s wrist and used his tight grip to forcefully direct Mirela’s hand toward his neglected second member.

“Fool woman,” Baphomet muttered.

Mirela’s fingers and palm tightened around Baphomet’s second prick and she jerked the foreskin lining his shaft forward and back while she continued choking herself with his other cock. Her drool seeped from her chin downward to douse her neck and chest with foul spit as her mouth used any lubrication it could muster to ease the passage of the Demon-Lord’s incessantly pushing rod. Mirela eventually switched to using that lingering saliva to help masturbate the first cock while her mouth took the second as deeply as it had the original. Baphomet’s giant prick forced open Mirela’s gullet as the noble Queen of Darkness made her mouth and throat a comfortable fuck-hole for the Defiler to use as he saw fit. Baphomet’s insistent hand upon her scalp ensured Mirela could never feel totally comfortable with the length of cock inhabiting her mouth.

“Suck it good, whore,” Baphomet commanded. “Worship your new Master and employ all your great talents to please him.”

Mirela increased the pace of her sucking and stroking until her throat began making the most ridiculous moist quacking noises. When the demon finally released his clawed grip upon Mirela’s head, her mouth immediately withdrew so she could suck in as much air as her lungs could hold. While Mirela could survive without oxygen far longer than the average human, Baphomet’s humongous cock filling her throat and esophagus made the drawing of breath impossible and he had been mercilessly fucking her throat for the last several minutes.

Mirela pulled up on both the Demon-Lord’s pricks to expose his enormous scrotum, by far the hairiest portion of his genitals. Long, stringy black tufts hung from Baphomet’s balls and Mirela rubbed her face right against their dangling strings as she licked the demon’s testicles with lascivious intent. Wiry hair and wrinkled, mottled skin grazed Mirela’s face as she took one of the Demon-Lord’s firm, fleshy testicles in her mouth and sucked on it. Baphomet snorted with pleasure as Mirela stroked both his cocks whilst also eating his ball-sack.

Mirela normally experienced an ever-present chill except during the few wondrous hours immediately following a kill when a fresh infusion of warm, rejuvenating blood pulsed in her veins. Now however, Mirela’s body felt like it was burning up with fever being in such close proximity to the demon’s radiant heated skin. She had almost forgotten what it was like to sweat.

Baphomet chuckled and brayed, “What a tremendous ball-licking slut you are, my fair Queen! Are human cocks and cunts not enough for you any longer? Is sucking demon cock the only way to feel anything stirring in that twisted black heart of yours?”

“Yes, Master,” Mirela agreed, her voice muffled and nearly unintelligible as she pressed hard enough against Baphomet’s junk that his large animal scrotum flattened across the entire surface area of her face. Mirela died a little bit more inside as she licked all the sweat and filth from the infernal being’s hairy nethers. “You know me so well, Master.”

“Such a pathetic worm,” Baphomet sneered. “For all your titles and finery you truly are little more than a stupid harlot who enjoys being raped by monsters.”

Mirela decided not to invite further insult by answering Baphomet’s taunt, instead leaning back so the demon’s heavy balls dropped back to their normal dangling position. She wrapped her hands in a circle around both the demon’s twin cocks until her fingertips nearly touched. Mirela licked the rippling muscles of Baphomet’s human chest and abdomen while she stroked the Demon-Lord’s cocks up and down simultaneously. She felt the veins and muscles of both shafts ripple with power every time Mirela squeezed and tugged at their hardnesses.

Mirela extended her tongue as far as it could reach before lathering the heads of both pricks with languishing flicks of her long tongue that wetted both tips equally. The heads of Baphomet’s monstrous cocks were large enough that Mirela could actually fit the tip of her tongue into his piss-slits and she dipped inside both slim openings repeatedly while she slurped and licked at the demon’s ugly cock-heads. Baphomet brayed with pleasure again and licked his twisted maw lustfully as he continued taunting Mirela.

“In all my long existence I can’t recall anything giving me more satisfaction than watching the Dark Queen bowed on her knees and serving my cocks,” the demon growled. Mirela on the other hand was beginning to find her Master’s amusements dull and redundant. “The most powerful woman in this world is sucking on my infernal form like the most depraved kind of slut. I will truly enjoy having you for my plaything. So much so that I believe I shall loan you out to my most loyal minions to reward their penitence. Can you imagine serving four or five ugly, misshapen horrors at the same time? You would enjoy that, would you not, dear Queen?”

“Anything you desire, Master,” Mirela answered dutifully while also suppressing a shudder of revulsion. “I exist only to serve your will.”

“Then take both of them into your slut mouth already,” Baphomet commanded with an angry rumbling growl. “Idiot woman.”

Mirela nodded her assent as she squeezed the massive pricks as close together as possible and tried to wrap her lips around both their wide girths. Her mouth could only open wide enough to fit the first inch of the twin cocks though she tried wriggling and flicking her tongue over the oozing cock-heads to compensate for her lack of fortitude. Still it wasn’t enough.

“You disappoint me,” Baphomet grumbled with his deep, mighty voice. “Are you a whore for demon cock or not? Let me show you how we treat whores where I come from.”

Baphomet grabbed Mirela’s hair so violently he tore at her roots before mercilessly pushing down on her neck and scalp until both his cocks forced their way past her gullet. The demon’s claws curled around Mirela’s head and held her in a tight, inescapable grip while he fucked her mouth with both his two clubs battering her throat. Mirela thought her jaw was going to break apart with how stretched open she became but she held firm and allowed the Demon-Lord to rape her throat. Baphomet slid his cocks in and out of Mirela’s gaped lips and unhinged jaw for several minutes longer before eventually growing bored.

“One final service will you provide before I agree to this covenant,” Baphomet told Mirela after ripping her mouth violently off his cocks and giving her a moment to recover from her retching and heaving. “Present your whore body to me, Queen of Perversion.”

Mirela stood up on shaky legs and worked her sore jaw around while she began unclothing herself. The demon stopped her with a hard slap on her rear and instead Baphomet grabbed the material of her dress and tore it asunder. Baphomet picked Mirela up and tossed her onto the bed as easily as tossing a pebble. Mirela propped herself up on her hands and knees with her back arched and her bottom sticking up in the air. She bared all of herself for the pleasure of this inhuman being.

Strings of drool ran down both sides of Baphomet’s mouth and his cocks grew to an even larger size as he stared intently at Mirela’s finely-shaped bottom. Mirela placed her cheek comfortably upon a pillow while her hands reached back and clenched either cheek of her soft buttocks. She parted her hands and spread herself wide open in invitation. Mirela cringed when she felt the long, warm, thick, and wet tongue of an animal lapping at her privates. The horned and horny demon first sipped and slurped the unique taste from Mirela’s cunny. Later, Mirela gasped as that same appendage slithered its way slowly up her arsehole where it explored impossibly deep within that confined cavity and licked clean the walls of her bowels. Baphomet dragged his extensive tongue slowly out of Mirela’s rectum then lapped up and down her entire arse-crack so all Mirela’s privates could be licked with each waving flap of the demon’s bestial tongue.

Once Baphomet tasted his fill of his newest acquisition, he stood up to his full height and positioned his hulking form directly behind Mirela’s. He laid one paw down firmly upon Mirela’s back so she well understood there would be no escaping from this. Baphomet used his other claw to help direct his pair of cocks toward Mirela’s cunny and arsehole which were both quivering from fear and anticipation.

“I must warn you, Queen,” said the Defiler. “This will be neither pleasant nor will it be quick.”

“It never is,” Mirela whispered to herself as she awaited an impending violation which would surely be the worst she’d ever received.

And I’m a woman well-used to violation, Mirela thought bitterly.

Mirela bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as the demon squeezed his wide, fat cockheads through both her tight orifices and forced his way deeper into her body’s vulnerable passageways. Tissue and flesh opened reluctantly to the Demon-Lord’s entrance as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside Mirela, dominating and controlling her completely as she became impaled on his infernal rods.

Once a goodly portion of his cocks were firmly embedded within Mirela, Baphomet thrust the remainder of his hard, thick animal penises mercilessly inside her rectum and vagina. Mirela clawed at the mattress and grunted loudly in response to the excruciating pain of her bodily cavities being forcefully expanded but she wouldn’t allow the Defiler the satisfaction of listening to her weep. She felt a painful, stinging burn on her rear end when the demon slapped her on the bottom with enough strength to rock Mirela’s entire body forward.

Baphomet brayed deliriously and triumphantly boasted, “Ahahahaha, yes! You are mine now, Queen! Your delicious body and all its powers are at my disposal now!”

Mirela could feel the inner portions of her lower body shifting around and being pulled uncomfortably as her new Master withdrew both his cocks with evil sluggishness. The demon’s slow exit ensured that Mirela vividly experienced every agonizing centimeter of the Defiler’s fat, hairy penises sliding out from both her overstuffed vessels. Baphomet reared backward then brutally thrust his massive lengths back inside her again, making Mirela yelp with pain before she reasserted control over herself. Her arsehole and cunny had endured their fair share of defilement through the ages but now Mirela’s entrances and exits were being stretched apart and filled like never before. Mirela learned long ago that if an evil witch wished to gain any kind of meaningful power she had to fuck a demon or two but none of Mirela’s previous experiences copulating with members of the infernal race had ever been this painful or humiliating.

“Mmph,” Mirela cried as she bit into the pillow, refusing to fully submit and keeping herself from gifting Baphomet the screams she knew the Defiler longed to hear. She oriented her body at an angle where she wouldn’t exactly encourage Baphomet to fuck her harder but would allow her fuck-holes to be as open and receiving as possible. Once her body adjusted to the massive intrusions, Mirela would start pushing her ass back against the two driving points of the Demon-Lord’s thrusting. She must rush Baphomet to climax quickly so this ordeal could mercifully reach its end.

“So you will gift access to your energies once you’ve taken your satisfaction from me?” Mirela asked breathlessly as impossible sizes wreaked havoc on her slim body.

“My dear Queen, once your body becomes filled with my demon-seed you can wield as much of my power as you can handle,” Baphomet assured Mirela before adding a warning. “Know that doing so will corrupt you even further however. I’ve not released my black semen for ages. My cocks will inject you with such repressed quantities that I could never fully leave your system. I will be absorbed as a part of you forever.”

“I couldn’t possibly become more corrupt,” Mirela gasped again as twin cocks pushed inside the deepest recesses of her cavities and acquainted themselves with the spaces Baphomet planned to become intimately familiar with over the next few centuries.

At this rate, the hulking Demon-Lord was liable to rupture Mirela’s colon and cervix. She would have no choice but to hunt for a new victim to feed from in order to repair the damage inflicted upon her depleted body. Mirela supposed that after this traumatic event concluded she would become a more cruel and black-hearted person as well, losing forever what little mercy she had remaining. Again this seemingly endless cycle of violence, bloodletting, and death would keep perpetuating itself.

“You would be surprised, great Queen of filth and foulest decay,” Baphomet told Mirela as his sharp claws clenched around Mirela’s bony hips in a tight, inescapable grip. “You will soon understand why my victims named me the Defiler. You can always go darker.”

Mirela struggled against Baphomet’s grasp but she knew retreat was hopeless. He was far too strong and if she attempted any spell from this vulnerable position the Demon-Lord would obliterate her before she even finished uttering her casting. Besides, she needed him. Mirela had no choice but to endure the Defiler’s abuse and hope that it ended swiftly.

Baphomet held himself back until Mirela’s body had adjusted to the excessive sizes of his entry but now he forgoed all restraint. The Demon-Lord bleated and brayed like a beast as he fucked Mirela’s cunny and arse holes from behind as hard and fast as his powerful, muscled body would allow. Baphomet snorted and wept through his nostrils from the exertion of jerking Mirela’s skinny frame forward and back to meet the violent thrusts inside her. The Defiler couldn’t wait to flood the Dark Queen’s insides with his foul spend and bind her to his will for all time but for now he only wanted to break the proud woman’s spirit using the most painful kinds of violation. Despite her vast stores of strength and resilience, Mirela could no longer keep from screaming in agony.

xxxxx

Bianca had never been more grateful for a morning than when the bright-orange rays of sunrise kissed her awake through the filter of her curtained window. Her mouth stretched wide in a lion-like yawn as she climbed out of bed and threw open the shades wearing only her robe from last night. The first sunrise she’d seen in four-hundred years greeted her warmly through the fantastic view of the giant-paned window. Bianca stood staring at the beauty of the yellowing sun rising over the baking desert sand and she basked in its radiance until her eyes became blinded by brightness and she had to turn away.

Bianca’s stomach rumbled in protest at being denied sustenance. The intense hunger reminded Bianca of a human need she had neglected for too long. She found some food stashed in one of Mirela’s bags but it was encased in strange, clear packaging and labeled with a foreign script. Bianca tore the packing material open using her teeth then feasted upon packets of nuts, dried fruit, and dried meat that she washed down with a cup of water retrieved from the kitchen sink faucet.

What remarkably useful technology, Bianca thought as she reminisced over her household chores that once included manually pumping buckets of water from the well each day. They had servants at her father’s manor but not nearly enough help that the Pierocent daughters were excused from every form of labor.

Thinking of her beloved childhood home, Bianca couldn’t help glancing over at the door separating her room from Mirela’s. Bianca actively suppressed all feelings of love and affection she still held for her sister. That Mirela was gone and Bianca couldn’t bear to face the monster her sister had become. Not after what Bianca saw last night. Bianca wanted nothing to do with her sister ever again.

Instead Bianca sat at the desk in the living room, cursing with surprise when she fell upon the seat of a strange chair and realized it was supported by legs with wheels on the ends of them. Bianca derived far too much amusement from rolling the chair back and forth and side-to-side before spinning herself around in circles. Still laughing at her own silliness, Bianca lifted the flap that awoke the strange device Mirela showed her right before tucking her in last night. This ‘computer’ as Mirela called it displayed a screen with access to thousands of pages of data from the last four centuries of history. The pages were written in a dialect that most closely approximated that which Bianca used to know.

Bianca spent hours pouring through these pages, sometimes becoming distracted after following tangents too far down the proverbial rabbit hole and other times growing frustrated and lost as she struggled to use the complicated device. Despite her repeated failures, Bianca obtained a wealth of knowledge on how the world had changed but also stayed the same during the last four hundred years.

Bianca could have sat and studied the entire day but she was growing sick and tired of being confined to one location. She wanted to be outside with the sun heating her face and the wind waving through her hair. Bianca threw open her robe and strutted confidently to the bathroom to check herself out in the full-length mirror. Every trace of the infernal armor lining her old skin was gone except for her hand which Bianca bitterly supposed would never be restored to a human likeness. The claw had at least healed into a slighter and more feminine shape though her hand still looked obviously disfigured and resembled a reptilian paw more than anything human.

If one looked close enough they might also notice hard bumps on either side of Bianca’s scalp where horns used to be but those could be explained away as some head injury. Her pupils and irises had melded together into deep black pools but her eyes could easily be interpreted as the result of some rare disease or disorder. The alteration didn’t seem to affect her eyesight; if anything Bianca’s vision was sharper than it used to be. Demonic runes still crisscrossed her chest to create a grim, evil-looking tattoo but Bianca very much doubted anyone would be viewing that portion of her body anytime soon.

Less explainable was the long, curved tail still hanging between Bianca’s legs. Finally fed up with the thing, Bianca turned and hunched over so when she twisted her neck back she could see her big arse in the mirror’s reflection while she grasped her tail firmly at its base. Bianca grunted with exertion as she pulled the appendage loose, experiencing some pain and an odd feeling of separation as her sinews severed. Bianca sighed with relief when the tail pulled free and she immediately dropped it to the floor. She expected a spurt of blood to accompany the amputation but after feeling nothing from her arse besides a dull ache Bianca checked her backside in the mirror and found only an angry red bump covering her tailbone that would indicate any strangeness to her physiology. Bianca happily disposed of the sharp, lizard-like appendage in a nearby waste-bin.

Bianca grabbed her clothes from yesterday and wrapped the black shroud-like cloth around herself just as Mirela taught her. Today though Bianca decided she would show her face in public and promptly discarded the veil. The head-cover of the dress would at least cover Bianca’s noticeable golden hair. Wearing a bra or underwear was a notion that never even crossed Bianca’s mind considering how totally the burka covered her skin.

Bianca grabbed the key-card that Mirela demonstrated the use of last evening as well as a fistful of the local currency which Mirela appeared to possess in abundance. She gave one last long look at the door separating Bianca from her once-beloved sister before exiting the hotel room.

Curiously, a paper tag reading “Do Not Disturb” hung from the doorknobs in the hallway outside Bianca and Mirela’s rooms. Somehow Bianca perceived the illusion of these tags; she could see right through them. When Bianca passed her hand over the mystique her limb went right through the insubstantial sign. Bianca almost thought she could replicate the spell if she wanted to but had already grown bored with the oddity. Bianca wanted to get moving after feeling cramped and claustrophobic for so long. Besides, she was no witch like her sinful sister.

Sefa was still on duty at the front desk when Bianca passed by and though Bianca pretended she didn’t recognize the clerk, Sefa smiled knowingly at Bianca as she left the hotel to experience the arid heat of day. So many people walked the streets of this large city, some dressed even more conservatively than Bianca and others baring far more skin than Bianca thought proper. The colors of the people and the clothing they wore was more diverse than Bianca had ever seen before. Strange, indecipherable languages called out from every direction, the diction harsh and beautiful in equal measure. Bianca felt like an outsider here and she wondered if that sense of otherness would remain no matter where in the world she ventured.

Bianca caught one pickpocket trying to work his agile fingers into the pouch built into Bianca’s shroud and the young man rubbed up against her flesh by accident. She felt a strange thrill at the incidental contact; not counting the indecent activities she engaged in with that creature Mirela this was Bianca’s first real human encounter since her revival. But she would not abide the thievery of her personal effects. Bianca snatched the wrist of the thief’s hand in her grotesquely strong talon and used her evil limb to bend the young man’s hand backwards until Bianca heard a pop and felt his wrist bones snapping apart. The would-be pickpocket screamed like a girl and clutched his hand to his chest as he retreated into the crowd like a coward.

Bianca eventually located a marketplace where vendors sold a wide variety of silks, jewelry, exotic fruits and meats, and incense. The colorful sights and foreign smells stimulated Bianca’s senses while she took it all in, the mesmerizing sensations and vast human crowds making her feel gloriously alive again. The clueless reborn foreigner did her best to communicate with frustrated vendors but eventually had to resort to miming actions with her hand in order to barter. Using her nearly limitless cash supply, Bianca sampled every bit of the local fare she could buy. Her taste buds sang at the unknown spices dancing upon her tongue while hot and delicious meat juices ran down her chin.

Bianca purchased a few dresses she liked though the sellers looked askance at a woman clad in such repressively prudish clothing buying these scandalously revealing dresses. Bianca also found a vendor selling fanciful gloves with elegant patterns stitched into the fabric. Throughout today’s tour of discovery, Bianca kept her twisted left paw firmly ensconced inside her pocket but she had begun to tire of constantly hiding her disfigured limb. Bianca bought a few pairs of these expensive gloves knowing her hand might need to be covered indefinitely.

With the glaring afternoon sun beating down relentlessly upon the slowly baking metropolis, Bianca became hot and sweaty in her dark, limiting outfit and sought relief in the shade as much as possible. To keep from becoming lost and helpless in the big city, Bianca made sure she never lost sight of the tall hotel scraping the distant sky but otherwise she took pleasure in exploring the sprawling streets of the ancient city to her heart’s content. The sheer amount of light, color, smiling human faces, and the laughter of running and playing children warmed Bianca’s soul. This was precisely what she had missed out on since her restoration. Bianca was a creature of the light, not the dark. Before she knew it the day had expired and sunlight began to falter in the distance not long after Bianca inhaled yet another spicy, exotic meal. For several hours Bianca hadn’t thought of Mirela once.

Bianca returned to her hotel room before dusk and immediately cast off her sweaty, itchy covering. She washed herself in the shower just as Mirela had shown her, taking great care to thoroughly soap and rinse all her nooks, crannies, and openings. When she emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel Bianca considered how best to spend the remainder of the evening. Seeing Mirela again had awakened a great need within Bianca but there was no chance she would ever touch that foul creature again. But more than anything else, Bianca yearned for the touch of an actual human. If that cute female clerk had been on duty when she returned from her tour Bianca might have been tempted to show Sefa how she looked beneath the burka.

Many lifetimes ago, Bianca had been a highborn noblewoman of French and Romanian descent who married into an even wealthier family. Back then she often took pleasure from the maids in the employ of her husband’s estate. Her husband fucked around with his staff aplenty as well, oftentimes sharing his favorite girls with Bianca in their marriage bed. Though she only ever wanted Mirela growing up, Bianca was no stranger to the female sex and the noble lady often shocked her common-born staff by kneeling before her servants in dark closets or locked bedrooms to kiss and lick their sweet, innocent cunnys. Lady Pierocent loved giving pleasure almost as much as receiving it. The female staff always appreciated how discreet their Mistress could be and that she always left her girls feeling excellently ravished and also valued both as lovers and employees.

But those days were far in the past now. Bianca wanted a man, preferably one with a nice long prick like her husband used to have. Bianca pulled her hair back and braided it into an elegant bun just as Mama once taught her. Hanging from each ear were dangling gold earrings with emerald settings that had been purchased from a vendor Bianca was certain had overcharged her. She primped and plucked at herself in the mirror and applied just a touch of the makeup she bought at the market until she felt pleased enough with her appearance.

Bianca unlocked Mirela’s suite and searched through the drawers in her bedroom, pointedly refraining from looking at the rust-colored stains covering Mirela’s floor and the stripped mattress of her bed. She found a pair of her sister’s sexy black underlings which fit Bianca well enough to wear even if they were a bit tight. Men would probably enjoy the sight of her underwear’s constriction even when the material in the rear inevitably disappeared up Bianca’s arse-crack.

Bianca chose to wear her favorite of the newly purchased dresses, a frilly green silk abaya with dangling beaded threads and glimmering sequins interspersed liberally throughout the outfit. The shoulderless dress fit snugly around her chest and revealed all of her neck and collarbone while only being cut low enough to hint at her substantial cleavage. The tight fit revealed plenty about the shape of her breasts without displaying too much bare skin. Though the outfit covered her legs from waist to ankle, it left Bianca’s stomach entirely exposed with her cute outie bellybutton showing prominently. Bianca snickered to herself in the mirror when the dress reminded her of the illustrations of harem girls from that naughty Eastern book she read as a teenager. Bianca was embarrassed that she neglected to buy a decent pair of shoes to replace the plain brown leather sandals Mirela provided her but those would simply have to do tonight.

The only shut door in Mirela’s hotel room was the entrance to the privy and Bianca listened intently at that doorway for a long while before hesitantly entering. The light in the sky was dying and soon the sun would fully set. It would be Mirela’s time again. Bianca found her sister hunched over naked in a fetal position and slumbering peacefully against the corner of the bathroom next to the shower. Bianca tried her best to ignore the bloodstained blankets covering whatever lay unmoving in the washtub.

Other than her pale, sickly pallor Mirela looked almost like her old self when sleeping so peacefully, though her breathing sounded so shallow that Bianca could barely tell she was alive. Mirela frowned and fidgeted in her sleep as if her dreams tonight were particularly troublesome. Bianca gazed at her sister’s slumbering body and cursed softly when she felt “it” again. Those same nagging emotions of tenderness and irredeemable love that Bianca always held for this frustrating woman despite the utter impossibility of having a romantic relationship with her. If only Bianca could have her old Mirela back. Not this dark, tortured, twisted thing that replaced her.

That creature is not my sister, Bianca kept telling herself. It couldn’t be. Mirela is dead.

Bianca quietly closed the door and absconded, worried that at any moment the vampire would awaken from its unnatural sleep cycle. She wasn’t ready to face the monster wearing her sister’s face just yet. Perhaps she would never be. Bianca felt a tickling urge in her throat. She thought she had seen a bar downstairs when she went exploring this morning and Bianca decided on a whim that she deserved a stiff drink. Maybe a few of them.

The woman who descended the grand staircase leading from the elevator terminal down to the lobby couldn’t be more different from the one who arrived earlier. No one would have believed that this was the very same woman who earlier hid beneath that restrictive burka and Bianca only wished Sefa were on-duty to see her in her full glory. Radiant golden hair that had been luxuriously washed and scented was pinned in a perfect up do with nary a tress or curl out of place. Her abaya conveyed modesty and elegance despite the generous amount of fair skin revealed by the cut of the dress. Bianca hadn’t felt so beautiful since her wedding day. She felt somewhat ludicrous wearing a lacy black glove over one hand but Bianca decided the awkwardness was much preferable to the alternative of showing her twisted, bestial claw for the world to see.

The lounge was mostly deserted in these early evening hours before the dinner rush. A few small groups sat at tables and booths making quiet conversation while a lone patron sat at the bar. A larger party of men were gathered around one of the television monitors screaming and cursing over a football game taking place on the other side of the world.

Unbeknownst to her, Bianca sat at the bar with her arse resting on the very same stool Mirela occupied this morning when she seduced poor Rachael. Bianca tried ordering an ale but eventually settled for white wine when the bartender had difficulty parsing her language. Bianca was certain he overcharged her as well but she had no way to protest the impropriety other than smashing his face with her fist so she dispensed with any retribution for the time being.

Bianca sipped liberally from her glass of chilled wine and slyly glanced over at the customer sitting beside her. The stranger wore a tailored black suit and was young, bald, and clean-shaven. He was not only the darkest-skinned man Bianca had ever seen but also one of the handsomest. His facial structure was so sharply defined it looked like his cheekbones had been carved from granite. Brown irises twinkled merrily in his eyes when he looked over at Bianca in her exotic silks. When they caught sight of each other the man smiled with a gorgeous full-toothed grin. His perfect teeth gleamed as white as his skin was dark.

Both strangers sipped from their wine glasses while they attempted conversation with each other. As part of a noble daughter’s education to help attract prospective husbands, Bianca had been taught French, German, Dutch, and some English but this dark man’s language was unlike any she’d heard before. They amused and delighted each other trying to work through a foreign conversation, eventually resorting to using crude hand signals in order to communicate. He was polite enough to never inquire about Bianca’s gloved hand that she kept hidden from view in her lap. The only information Bianca gleaned from the man was that his name was Robert (with an accent). Figuring that no one living still held any memory of her, Bianca used her real name during their introductions.

After a while they settled for a few minutes of quiet contemplation, silently enjoying their drinks and enjoying the shared moment. Bianca was glad her good hand sat to the left of Robert’s. That way she was able to reach out with her right limb and clasp her fingers in his, giving a warm squeeze to Robert’s soft, delicate hand. Bianca wanted to assure the man that the connection forming between them was real and the affectionate feeling more than mutual. Robert looked up from their joined hands at Bianca and he smiled at her beautifully as he squeezed her hand back.

Robert bought Bianca’s next two drinks and they enjoyed listening to each other speak even if they couldn’t entirely understand one another. Wearying of this little dance that had gone on a bit too long, Bianca lifted her chin and nodded her head upward to indicate upstairs. Robert understood the gesture perfectly and he pointed his finger at her questioningly before pointing at himself. Bianca rubbed his shoulder familiarly and kissed him on the cheek before finishing the last of her drink and bounding off her stool.

Robert linked his arm with Bianca’s and led her up to his room which was situated only a couple floors below the suite Bianca and Mirela shared. Whoever this man was, he possessed some wealth. They started making out before the door to Robert’s hotel room fully shut and within minutes all their clothes were piled in a mound on the floor. Bianca unpinned and unbraided her hair, letting the dark-yellow tresses fall over her neck, shoulders, and back in waves spilling down to her bountiful chest.

Bianca marveled at the darkness covering Robert’s entire body. With great curiosity and intrigue, she ran her hands over skin and muscles as black as the night and far more beautiful. Robert enjoyed the way Bianca looked naked equally as much and he was further intrigued by the odd, vaguely sinister tattooing across Bianca’s chest and the fact that she kept her left hand gloved even when the rest of her body was totally nude. Robert presumed Bianca was embarrassed by some kind of disfigurement and reticent at showing her deformity but she needn’t have worried. The blonde, ivory-skinned foreigner with her mesmerizing dark eyes and firm, intimidatingly athletic body was by far the most beautiful woman the Ethiopian man had ever seen.

Though in reality hundreds of years in the past, marriage to Ştefan only seemed like yesterday. Bianca was prepared to hate the counterpart to her arranged marriage. At the time she was still fuming with her parents who insisted on the engagement as a means of controlling their rebellious middle child and she was especially furious with Mirela who denied her true feelings for Bianca and tore her sister’s tender young heart to shreds.

Yet Ştefan turned out to be the perfect match for willful, wild Bianca. Bianca caused a great scandal among both families when she refused to take his surname. Ştefan first endeared himself to his future wife by laughing and taking the insult in stride saying that he didn’t feel like taking her name either. He would be the only person Bianca ever knew who enjoyed drinking, feasting, gambling, fencing, horse-racing, and fucking as much as she did.

Ştefan took Bianca to their marriage bed with her virginity intact and that first night he instructed her dutifully on all the means and mechanics of lovemaking. Before dawn rose the next day and still clad in her soiled white wedding dress, Bianca felt the presence of a man’s penis and ejaculate inside her mouth, cunny, and arse. Ştefan hadn’t expected Bianca to respond to his sexual education so enthusiastically and was unprepared to control the beast he had unleashed. Bianca hardly gave him a chance to catch his breath before she was on him again, their lovemaking quickly becoming loud and frequent in their household.

Before long Bianca became the one dominating their bedroom with her endless appetite for fucking. They were so insatiable that the noble couple sometimes invited scullery maids and house knights alike to bed with them though sometimes Ştefan made Bianca wonder with how much he enjoyed playing with other men’s cocks and arseholes. Not that Bianca could talk when she was going down on any willing young girl with pretty legs, oftentimes in the presence of her husband. Bianca wondered if Ştefan ever noticed her clear preference for tall, skinny brunettes and whether he correlated that predilection with Bianca’s elder sister. Yet even with their many infidelities, you’d be hard-pressed to find any married couple more compatible or devoted to each other.

Ştefan was the only man Bianca had ever truly loved. Until he left her a widow at the all-too-young age of twenty-three, of course. Bianca purposely avoided pregnancy after watching her mother destroy her own body trying in vain to produce a male heir and so Bianca didn’t even have a child to remember Ştefan by. Bianca lost all desire for men after watching her husband’s murder but now the urge for a man’s touch was oh so tempting and Robert was one of the finest specimens of the male sex that Bianca had ever laid sight on.

Bianca laid atop Robert and kissed him passionately as their ebony and ivory bodies coupled together to combine their mixed heat and sweat. Bianca loved that neither of them held any pretensions of what this was really about. They knew exactly what they wanted and they intended to help each other fulfill those needs just as much as they satisfied their own.

Bianca crawled down Robert’s body, her moist kisses leaving a wet trail ever lower until she pressed her lips against the inside of both his hairless thighs. Robert’s limp prick was as dark as the rest of him and completely devoid of hair. Bianca was almost insulted to find him so un-aroused. Her outrage morphed into delight when she touched the soft smoothness of his thick black slug and felt the curled lump quiver beneath her fingers. Perhaps physical stimuli was necessary first before Robert’s penis would gorge with blood.

Bianca gripped Robert’s tightening shaft and used her silky-smooth palm to work the hardening member up and down until he achieved the level of firmness she desired. Throughout her ministrations, Bianca left wet kisses on Robert’s wrinkled, dangling scrotum, along the growing lengths of his shaft and right over the brown tip of his cock-head. Robert moaned with pleasure at her teasing and spoke to Bianca in his strange foreign language while gently stroking her platinum hair. Bianca wasn’t certain but she thought he kept telling her how beautiful she looked.

Now that Robert had extended to his full length, Bianca stared down at his erect prick with admiration. The stiff rod pointed straight up in the air and was thick, long, dark, and lined with pulsing veins. Bianca admittedly hadn’t seen that many but Robert’s cock was the largest and grandest in her memory, greater in size even than Ştefan’s which had never failed to satisfy her yearning for deep penetrative sex.

Bianca opened her mouth wide and plunged her wrapped lips down Robert’s thick shaft, the vacuum seal of her mouth engulfing his impressive size. Bianca liked the salty and fleshy taste of his prick enough that she began sucking on it. Robert groaned as Bianca bobbed her mouth expertly up and down the substantial measure of his dark cock, her sucking lips making slobbery wet noises while her ungloved hand squeezed and fondled Robert’s heavy black testicles. Wanting to impress her new lover, Bianca jammed his cock down her throat without compunction until her lips encompassed the base of his shaft just above his scrotum. Bianca felt Robert’s cock-head tickling the back of her throat but she refused to choke or gag upon him.

After playing with Robert’s prick using her mouth and hand for long enough, Bianca spat out Robert’s saliva-drenched cock and climbed up his muscled abdomen and the ribs of his chest before settling atop him at the head of the bed. Bianca used to ride her husband this same way which always drove both of them wild. Robert seemed amenable enough. He grinned up at Bianca as her wide, sensually curved hips and muscular thighs surrounded his skull until Bianca lowered herself down to a squat that mounted right above his face.

Bianca’s cunny was already hot and moist with anticipation and the acute symptoms of her arousal only intensified as Robert’s lips pursed against her honeyed sex. Robert’s tongue dragged slowly along the yielding gash of her slit before his tonguetip darted up inside her open tunnel where it explored with tantalizing curiosity. Bianca grinded back and forth and rotated her pelvis around Robert’s wagging tongue to help guide him to her most sensitive zones. Her eyes rolled back and her voice whimpered and whined with pleasure as Robert used the entire length of his tongue to lap at the hottest, wettest portions of her cunny his mouth could locate.

Bianca grabbed the top of the wooden headboard and ground her cunny against Robert’s mouth, leaking pent-up fluids all over his clean-shaven face. Robert reached up and grabbed meaty handfuls of Bianca’s buttocks, squeezing and fondling her thick, luscious posterior while holding her weeping cunny firmly against his mouth. No matter how hard she trained or how fit and toned she made the rest of her body, Bianca never managed to reduce the size of her large bottom. She eventually gave up trying, figuring if she had an arse worth boasting about she might as well flaunt it. Robert certainly had no complaints as he squeezed and fondled her big cheeks with great care and interest before playfully slapping Bianca on the rear.

Bianca showed off her flexibility and athleticism by continuing to hold onto the headboard with one hand while also stretching backward to reach out and grab ahold of Robert’s black prick. She squeezed and tugged firmly upon the hard rod to ensure her dark lover’s erection remained well-maintained. Bianca kept her soggy cunny planted upon Robert’s face throughout, the muscles of her back, thighs, and abdomen exercising hard as she flexed her magnificent body so Robert barely had to strain his neck to reach her cunny and eat her out.

When Bianca finally rose shaking from Robert’s lips she left his face soaked and glistening with her juices. His dark-brown eyes were full of wonder and his expression blatantly lustful for this sexy beast mounting him. Bianca swung her leg around to reverse position with an acrobatic move and laid atop Robert facing the opposite direction. Impatient to taste the sweet butter out of her cunny again, Robert growled and snatched Bianca by her arse, yanking her buns to pull her crotch back down to his mouth. Bianca gasped as he licked and chewed on her nethers with the point of his nose poking her anus. She propped herself on the mattress with her hands and dropped forward until she could kiss the tip of Robert’s prick. Bianca slowly and methodically took Robert’s wide cock back into her mouth.

From this slightly awkward angle Bianca normally would have been hard-pressed to do more than lick the tip of a regular man’s cock. But Robert was anything but a regular man, his prick large enough that Bianca managed to fit several inches of him through her lips without straining herself. Bianca licked up and down the sides of his shaft to lubricate him then grabbed the underside of Robert’s thighs for leverage as she sucked him in earnest, her tightly sealed lips pulling hard on the skin of his prick while wrapped around his engorged cock.

Robert used his entire tongue to lick up and down Bianca’s cunny and a few errant flicks of his tongue tickled Bianca’s anus. Bianca shuddered with pleasure at the accidental teasing and she swallowed all of Robert inside her mouth at the same time she sat her recently voided and cleansed arsehole down on Robert’s mouth. Robert took the hint and started to delicately kiss Bianca’s anus while she choked herself with his prick. Bianca flexed her sphincter and suddenly Robert’s tongue was up inside her arsehole where he ate her as thoroughly as he did her cunny. Bianca loved the dirty feeling of his mouth and tongue agilely loving her nastiest bits. Her cunny started feeling left out so Bianca repositioned herself where Robert could lick her slit as eagerly as he did before.

Speaking of being left out, Bianca was a very unselfish and giving lover. Figuring turnabout was fair play, she pulled Robert’s legs back until his white-soled feet stuck straight up in the air and lifted his cock and balls until she’d exposed his dark asshole. Bianca sacrificed her own pleasure by leaning forward and compromising Robert’s angle of attack but it was worth it to feel him squirm as Bianca spread his cheeks and tickled and teased Robert’s tight anus using her tongue. He was very clean and completely hairless down there but he seemed unsure how to react. Bianca wondered if she was the first woman ever to perform analingis on him.

After refusing to express any enjoyment for long enough out of some silly sense of male pride or masculinity, Robert groaned deeply and pressed Bianca’s face into his ass with an urgent hand on top of her hair. Bianca ate his bottom more deeply as her mouth cajoled his anal entrance into opening. Eventually they returned to licking each other’s sexual organs but at least Bianca felt confident now that this would be a night Robert never forgot.

Now that both their genitals were made soaking wet with their saliva and precursor fluids, Bianca sucked hard on Robert as she slowly withdrew her mouth from his cock. He thrust himself upward like he couldn’t bear to be without her lips and tongue but Bianca relinquished her oral hold over him with a few last flicks over the aperture of his moist piss-slit. Bianca made an intensely satisfied noise as she lifted herself off Robert’s tongue, her quim so runny now that she dripped spit and cunny juice back down onto his face.

Bianca spun around again and straddled Robert’s groin, her hands grabbing him by the wrists and pinning the man aggressively to the mattress. He glanced furtively at Bianca’s gloved hand and seemed uncomfortable with the unnatural feel of her scaly appendage for only an instant before looking up at her and smiling with her glistening leftovers still surrounding his mouth. Unlike most men who mistook accommodation or submission for weakness, Robert was entirely accepting of Bianca taking charge. He wanted to enjoy this experience with her and would allow his lover to take from him whatever she needed.

Bianca lowered herself onto Robert’s sizable prick, her cunny and his cock so soaked in preparation that he easily sank his entire massive length inside her. Bianca grunted with satisfaction at the intense friction and pressure stretching open her cunny until her womb became more full than ever before. Robert thrust with his pelvis to drive his long, hard cock further up inside her while Bianca held him steady and lowered herself all the way down his pole until her buttocks became seated upon his thighs.

Bianca worked her hips and pelvis expertly, her plump buttocks flopping up and down as she rode his prick harder and harder. Bianca screamed loudly when the first climax hit her with an unusually powerful gush of fluid but she never ceased mounting Robert even after the orgasm passed. Their breathing became hot and heavy as they exerted themselves in the attempt at giving each other the best fuck of their entire lives.

Bianca finally relinquished control over Robert’s arms and allowed him to clutch her buttocks tightly as he helped guide her downward movements onto the long curve of his black saber. Bianca caressed Robert’s handsome, chiseled face while they made love, exulting in this human connection she so desperately needed. Robert sensed her need as well and turned to kiss the palm of her human hand. He smiled up at her with genuine kindness before shutting his eyes and groaning with pleasure from the ecstasy Bianca wrought using her hot, wet cunny to stroke his cock.

Bianca already climaxed once at the end of Robert’s long black dong but she vowed not to stop riding him until Robert finished inside her so she could know once again the unique sensation of a man’s spend bursting heavily within her. In the meantime, Bianca wouldn’t mind at all if she happened to experience another climax or two as part of her and Robert’s efforts.

As they moved their bodies together as one, Bianca couldn’t help wondering what Robert’s huge prick would feel like stuffed inside her arsehole. Ştefan stuck his long, skinny cock up her arse the night of their wedding and she shocked her new husband with how receptive she was to having large things forced inside her bottom.

Bianca had been alarmed at first when mere moments after piercing her maidenhead Ştefan manhandled her and shoved his prick up her arsehole. But despite the liberties taken by Bianca’s presumptive new husband he was a courteous lover and took great care not to harm his wife though he of course ensured she felt everything when her anal cherry popped. Once she became accustomed to the discomforting stretching and filling of her bowels Bianca realized with amazement that she liked how his prick felt sliding in and out of her violated bottom. She had always been curious what it would be like having something up there. Bianca’s sodomization began with her wailing in painful agony but ended with her grunting like an animal and thrusting her beautiful arse back against Ştefan’s big prick.

Since then anal sex became a regular entry in the couple’s bedroom repertoire. Bianca genuinely enjoyed sodomy and the adventurous side of her wanted to know whether she could handle Robert’s giant thing stretching her bottom hole wide open and filling her bowels.

Bianca was about to make a very indecent proposal to Robert when suddenly a thousand alarm bells rang a clamor within Bianca’s mind. She immediately lifted herself from Robert’s slime-drenched cock and leaped out of bed. Bianca wasn’t certain how she knew it instinctively but right now Mirela needed her desperately. No matter what terrible things Mirela had done, Bianca couldn’t simply ignore a plea from her sister.

Robert looked distraught as he sat up in bed and watched Bianca hurriedly dress herself. His exotic features expressed dismayed confusion over what he possibly could have done wrong to offend Bianca into leaving. Robert babbled apologies to her in his native tongue but Bianca silenced him by grabbing his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Bianca even slipped him some tongue and reached down to tug upon an erection still slick with her cunny juice just to show him there were no hard feelings. Well, maybe one hard feeling.

Bianca broke free of their kiss and gave Robert a playful wink.

“I do hope you’re thinking of me later while you take care of that magnificent cock,” Bianca told Robert as she indicated his large prick still glistening in the lamplight with her salival and vaginal output. “I wish this could have ended more spectacular but I have no choice but to leave you. Farewell, Robert. I had a wonderful time with you and you are a great lover.”

Bianca dashed from Robert’s room only half-clothed and rushed back up to she and Mirela’s rooms fast enough that the hotel stairwells and hallways blurred around her. With no consideration for what danger she might be walking into, Bianca found Mirela’s bedroom door and swiftly kicked it open. With wood already splintered from Bianca’s break-in last night, the power of Bianca’s foot tore the door from its hinges and crashed it to the floor with a loud clamor. Bianca gasped at her discovery when she peered cautiously into the bedroom.

A huge, muscled demon with furry legs, cloven hooves for feet, a shaggy goat’s head, and black horns that scratched the ceiling pierced Mirela painfully from behind while the hellish creature bleated like an animal. Bianca’s sister sat on all fours on her bed and cried pitifully at the violations being inflicted upon her body and soul.

“Bianca!” Mirela yelled with surprise when she looked up at Bianca’s noisy entry. Her sister had on an eye-poppingly sexy green silk outfit obviously worn in a rush with the way Bianca’s left breast hung out of the disheveled dress. Her expression was one of pure, red fury. Mirela doubted Bianca had ever looked more beautiful.b

“What is the meaning of this,” the demon bellowed in anger when he noticed the intruder. “Who dares interrupt the communion with my servant?

“Unhand my sister, you filth,” Bianca demanded fearlessly.

The demon’s inhuman mouth curled into a bestial facsimile of a smile as he gave Mirela particularly brutal thrusts up her wrecked cunny and arse holes that made Mirela shriek in agony. Baphomet grabbed Mirela by her hair and pulled back on the fisted tangle until she sat up on her knees kneeling in front of him. Mirela helplessly flailed her arms trying to escape the fell being’s grasp but to no avail. The Demon-Lord laughed gutturally as he pushed back inside Mirela and filled her beyond human reckoning.

“I adore the way your sister squirms for me when I violate her,” Baphomet said tauntingly to Bianca. “The Queen of Whores has certainly lived up to her moniker. Does it pain you, demoness, to know that I possess your sister the way you never could? Oh yes, I know all about your torrid little affair. Only she has given herself to me willingly unlike when she refused your advances.”

The Demon-Lord fondled Mirela’s breast with one clawed hand while his other held her possessively by the hip. He used this unyielding grip to pull Mirela’s body back to meet the ravaging punishment of both his gigantic cocks driving through the vulnerable, weakened flesh of her openings. Mirela squirmed and whimpered pitifully with every new thrust inside her and throughout her defilement she couldn’t turn away from the anger and sadness apparent in Bianca’s imploring gaze.

Baphomet grabbed the underside of Mirela’s thighs and lifted her up with the tips of his massive demon-cocks still stretching and stuffing her holes. The Demon-Lord ceased thrusting and allowed gravity to do its work as Mirela slowly slid down his twin poles until she became seated above his grapefruit-sized testicles. Mirela’s eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open with drool as she became impaled upon Baphomet’s towering cocks. Mirela’s right arm curled around the back of the demon’s neck to keep herself from fainting or falling which only trapped her deeper within the Defiler’s grasp.

“As you can see, your sister’s body and soul belong to me now and I will do with them whatever I please,” Baphomet declared.

The long, sharp nails of Baphomet’s left claw gently caressed the side of Mirela’s face as he held her aloft with an arm wrapped around her waist and his penises firmly inserted inside her holes. From this angle Bianca could see the skin stretching around the phalluses opening Mirela’s privates and bulging her to the limit. A tear rolled down Bianca’s cheek when she imagined the pain her sister must be enduring. Mirela cringed as she felt Baphomet’s animal tongue licking all over her cheeks and neck. Thick, fetid saliva clung messily to Mirela’s face as the demon used his sticky goat mouth to humiliate her further.

“Soon I will fill her so completely with my seed that the vileness will pour from her mouth and seep out of her every pore. She will become my newest and most loyal thrall, a doglike bitch lovingly devoted to me and unable to even bear thinking of disobeying my commands. But I’m a benevolent master, demoness, I will not keep her forever. When I’m through with her, you may use the wreckage I leave behind until I require her services again.”

“No, Mirela is mine,” Bianca said as she stared her sister directly in the eye. “She always has been and always will be. Let her go now, you goat-faced bastard, or you shall know my wrath.”

Baphomet growled with annoyance and dropped Mirela back down to the bed with both his cocks still attached to the openings in Mirela’s crotch and backside. The Demon-Lord raised his hand towards Bianca and a wave of flaming infernal energy swirled toward her, its spiral tightening as the burst of power slowly drew nearer. Instinctively, Bianca lifted her own demonic limb in challenge and watched with amazement as Baphomet’s dangerous energy dissipated to nothingness before ever touching her. The demon’s mouth dropped open with alarm at how his attack had failed.

“You can do this, Bianca,” Mirela grunted after receiving yet another brutally painful thrust from the spiteful Demon-Lord. “You possess the power to oppose anyone. Remember, the door is still open.”

Bianca’s eyelids narrowed as she parsed what Mirela’s coded message could possibly mean. Of course the door was still open, it lay flat on the floor nearly splintered to shreds. But what was that shimmering off to the side behind the demon?

“Fuck off back to whatever Hell you spawned from, you ugly old goat,” Bianca sneered at the Demon-Lord while holding out her misshapen hand in a warding gesture.

“I will hurt her, demoness,” Baphomet warned Bianca as he pulled back on Mirela’s hair and violated her deeply again. “I will hurt her very, very badly.”

“You will do no such thing,” Bianca challenged the entity of pure, ancient evil. “Because if you harm her in any way it will be the very last action you ever undertake.”

Bianca’s demon-hand acted with a mind of its own as it led her on pure instinct, the limb serving her will but knowing implicitly how to guide her to the successful attainment of her desired outcome. Bianca tore the lace glove off and held her demon-skinned claw outstretched, the black sinews and red skin rippling with strength as sparks of crackling dark electricity surged between her fingers.

“Concentrate!” Mirela gasped in between her pained groans as Baphomet punished her body internally. “Visualize your desire and then use your infernal powers to make it so. You can do this, Bianca!”

“Silence!” Bellowed the Defiler with all the fury of hellfire as he snatched Mirela’s throat in his powerful claw and began squeezing the stolen life from her.

Mirela’s face turned blue and her mouth made terrible strangling noises as the Demon-Lord choked off her air supply. Baphomet never stopped fucking her gaped holes throughout his strangulation, intending to punish the Dark Queen as brutally as possible while she slowly expired. In fact, he rather enjoyed the involuntary squeezing of her sphincter and vagina as they clenched hard and tight around the massive cocks ramming in and out of Mirela’s spasming, suffocating body.

“One step nearer, Fallen One, and I will tear off the head of your precious sister right in front of you then bathe in the fountain of blood spurting from her decapitated body. Are you willing to watch as your true love suffers and dies in a most horrific fashion?”

“Now, Bianca!” Mirela’s scraggly voice managed to choke through the tight closure of Baphomet’s fist around her neck.

Baphomet had prepared himself to combat an all-out assault but the overconfident demon misconstrued Bianca’s intentions. Bianca waved her arm forward in an elaborate gesture that cast a spell so weak it deceived the unimaginative Demon-Lord. A simple gust of air threw Baphomet far enough backwards that his arms loosened their grip upon Mirela’s throat and his giant phalluses slipped painfully out of her body. Mirela pitched herself forward onto the bed while Bianca rent a tear in the fabric of reality to reopen Baphomet’s gate of blood and bone.

The inferno heat emanating from the unlocked portal to the desolate pits of Hell warmed the room for an instant until Bianca used her infernal power to throw Baphomet right through the doorway looming behind him and cast the Demon-Lord back through the gate into his home realm. This ancient evil had been defeated not with superior strength or cruelty but bested instead by the cleverness of a human woman still learning what she was capable of. Baphomet’s screams of anger and frustration echoed through both realms before the gate closed behind him and the chilly air conditioning of the hotel room replaced the heated atmosphere. Only a faint whiff of brimstone remained to mark the presence of the demonic conjuration.

Bianca rushed to Mirela’s aid, her sister’s orifices both bruised and bleeding from the demon’s relentless battering assault. Mirela laid on the bed totally still in obviously excruciating pain.

“My God!” Bianca shouted with worry. “Are you alright?”

Mirela looked up at Bianca with a wince of pain and replied weakly, “You came back…”

“I sensed the demon’s presence as soon as he materialized in our realm,” Bianca explained. “Somehow I knew that you needed me.”

Mirela laid on the bed moving as little as possible while Bianca sat beside her. The stains on the mattress leftover from last night’s taking of Rachael had mixed with Mirela’s own blood, the victim and parasite bound together once again in lingering torment. The agonizing, all-consuming pain of Mirela’s initial assault had begun to subside and was now replaced with a dull, numb ache that worsened any time Mirela moved.

“Don’t you realize I will always need you, Bee?” Mirela replied happily as she closed her eyes with a plaintive smile. She had worried she would never see her sister again.

“Bee? That’s a new one.” Bianca said uncertainly before her lips curled into one of her patented heart-stopping smiles. “I like it. What happened in here, anyway? How did a demon even appear in this realm?”

“Baphomet appeared here because I summoned him,” Mirela explained as she cringed through the pain of sitting up in bed.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Bianca demanded angrily. “Are you telling me you willfully fucked that sick creature? Is this the sort of thing you enjoy?”

“It was the only way,” Mirela replied sadly. “I thought you had abandoned me in my time of greatest need. I undertook a drastic action and paid the cost. Usually I am more cautious but your absence affected me deeply.”

“I am lost in this world without you,” Bianca confessed. “I could never leave you.”

Mirela smiled with such genuine kindness and happiness that for a moment Bianca nearly forgot the monster her sister had become.

“I never had the chance last night to explain the entire truth of my intentions,” Mirela said. “There is much I still must tell you and we have some time yet before morn. Will you listen to my plea with an open heart?”

Bianca sat down beside her sister and said, “Of course. But before we begin is there anything I can get you? You’re bleeding… down there.”

“Human remedies have no effect on me,” Mirela said with a shake of her head. “Only a fresh infusion of blood can restore my broken body. I’m guessing you are disinclined to volunteer yourself for such a sacrifice?”

Bianca slowly shook her head ‘no’, wishing she could help heal her sister but not willing to go so far as to make a meal of herself.

“Very well,” Mirela said. “I shall seek my own healing then. The reason I summoned Baphomet the Defiler was so that we might bargain an exchange for my accessing his infernal energies which was necessary for the accomplishment of my goals. Until you fled from me last night, I had originally planned on drawing upon the strength of your might. While not a Lord of Hell, the demon that possessed you was of a comparable power and well-suited to my needs.

Earthly magic is next to useless against the infernal race and the only craft aside from celestial magic that would suffice to challenge a powerful infernal being would be a different form of infernal power. Alas, celestial energies are denied to me due to the distant demonic origin of my dark nature so instead I had no choice but to seek out and use the infernal strength of a powerful demon. I planned on betraying Baphomet eventually but I’m afraid he got the better of me this time.”

“To what end did you seek this demonic aid?” Bianca wondered.

“There is a darkness greater than just the Turenaus slumbering deep beneath the accursed halls of Sidexes. Long ago, one of the six Great Lords of Hell rebelled against Lucifer’s rule and cast all the Nine Realms of Darkness into a bloody, brutal civil war that lasted for eons. Beelzebub was too powerful to be destroyed but when his vast armies were finally decimated and the sixth Great Lord subdued by an alliance between the other five, his punishment was permanent exile to this mortal realm. His evil form was buried deep beneath our earth where he sleeps distant and dreaming. While Beelzebub still carries out evil works in this world he has been totally removed from the political realm of Hell.

A cult of loyal devil-worshipers led by an Hungarian noble named Alexander Sidexes were charged by their masters with guarding the gate to Beelzebub’s prison and so he constructed the seat of his power right above the entrance. You know the place well of course: Castle Sidexes. Eventually Sidexes and his entire cult were hunted down and executed as heretics but still his nightmare castle remained, its fate tied inextricably to the power of the Great Lord imprisoned beneath it and the castle’s dark towers ever watchful and patient in their waiting for someone to occupy its haunted halls again.

Centuries later, the Transylvanian Knight Nicolae Turenau and the armies led by him and his two brothers faced certain annihilation at the hands of the invading Mongol hordes pouring over the Carpathian mountains. From peasants in nearby villages, the noble warrior heard legends of a dark power that slept beneath these mountains and in his desperation to save the lives of his men whom he loved so dearly Turenau sought out the source of this rumored power. When he found the castle and discovered the seal hidden inside Sidexes, Turenau cracked the barrier open and held communion with the Great Lord. He bargained with Beelzebub to spare the lives of his brethren but only after the demon exacted a terrible price.

The Great Lord granted Turenau the strength to save his armies and crush his enemies but as a result he was cursed to never see the light of day nor feel the warmth of the sun again. The proud, noble knight became a lowly parasite who leaches the strength and vitality from others in order to replenish his own. In addition to his transformation, Turenau agreed to act as Beelzebub’s agent in perpetrating the demon’s evil acts upon this Earth. And thus the first of the Vampyr was born. After using his immortal power to throw back the foreign invaders, Nicolae remained at Sidexes for the rest of his days, guarding the entrance to the Demon-Lord’s lair and spreading Beelzebub’s dark influence throughout our world.”

“That is a dark, dreadful tale you tell, sister,” Bianca replied with a shiver once she recalled how to draw breath, her thoughts enraptured by the evil yarn spun by Mirela. “What is your intent in telling me of Turenau’s sordid history?”

“I want you to return with me to Sidexes three nights from now.” Mirela held up a trio of fingers as she spoke to her sister, the only person in this entire world whom she trusted. “You understand the evil of that place just as well as I. On the night of the next full moon, we will infiltrate the castle through a secret entrance. I will harness the energies of the demonic spirit trapped inside you and use it to break open the seals to Beelzebub’s prison so I can confront the Great Lord myself. I shall break the power of Sidexes utterly and by doing so will take from the Vampyr their ability to create more of their kind. Then you and I will kill every single person residing within that castle before we burn it to the ground and piss on its ashes. Once we’ve accomplished those tasks, I shall banish the fell spirit inhabiting you back to Hell and you will be fully restored to your gorgeous former self.”

Bianca slowly nodded in agreement while Mirela plied her case until Bianca’s expression turned resolute.

“Yes, that sounds most appropriate,” Bianca agreed. “Back to Sidexes. A full circle, as things in life should be. But before I accept there is one thing I would ask of you, Mirela.”

“Anything,” Mirela said immediately.

“Let me deal with Loredana,” Bianca requested as she averted her gaze and looked sadly down at the floor. “There has been enough bloodshed between our sisters already.”

“Very well, but heed my warning, Bianca. Your younger sister has become darker and more terrible than you can imagine. She will not hesitate to destroy you if given the opportunity.”

Mirela grunted with pain when she lifted herself from the bed with a seat of blood left behind to stain the mattress she sat upon. Bianca moved to help her but Mirela waved her off as she rose to her feet and walked with a marked limp over to her dresser. Mirela donned a nearly see-through black nightgown she pulled from the upper drawer as she made final preparations for the inevitable return of light. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric and the short silk skirt showed the pronounced outline of her shaven mound and the deep, sensuous line of her sexy arse unashamedly. So far tonight Bianca had managed to ignore Mirela’s nudity out of concern for her sister but for some reason seeing Mirela in the skimpy negligee affected her more powerfully than seeing her naked.

The effect on her sister wasn’t lost on Mirela as she trudged slowly over to the wardrobe and reached up to grab something from the top shelf, her tiptoes lifting her buttocks high enough that the bottom of her arse stuck out beneath the nightgown. She could almost feel Bianca’s eyes following the skirt upward as it padded over her pale buns and revealed a second moon to accompany the one shining through the bedroom window. Now that danger had been averted, Mirela couldn’t help noticing that Bianca’s exquisitely-beaded silk green dress boasted its own revealing glimpses of bare flesh. The unkempt appearance and loosened fit of the abaya betrayed the haste and clumsiness of Bianca’s earlier dressing.

“I hope my peril didn’t interrupt you in the middle of something important,” Mirela teased her sister.

Bianca still held enough modesty to blush red as Mirela walked back to the bed carrying the handle of a long wooden case in one hand. Bianca started to speak but sputtered unintelligibly instead.

“No judgment from me, sister,” Mirela assured her counterpart. “I could smell the scent of sex on you as soon as you walked in here.”

“After everything that’s happened, it felt necessary to reconnect with someone human,” Bianca admitted with a shrug. “That and I wanted to do it. It felt good.”

“No other explanation required,” Mirela said cheerily as she bent over in front of Bianca and cheekily opened the bottom drawer of her dresser.

Rather than staring at the perfect view of Mirela’s glorious heart-shaped bum flexing in front of her, Bianca instead watched perplexed as Mirela retrieved two large, bulky gloves which she hastily slipped on over her hands. The mitts resembled something a blacksmith might wear at the forge to fortify their extremities from the great heat that provides their livelihood. Mirela snapped open the golden clasps outside the case using the too-large thumbs of her gloves, opened the mystery box, then raised the object hidden inside. Silvery metal gleamed brightly as moonlight fell directly upon the reflective alloy, the lunar illumination making the beautiful features of Mirela’s aglow. Mirela reverently lifted the sword up to Bianca, the flat of the blade resting in both her outstretched palms.

“Viteza!” Bianca gasped. “You kept her?”

“I kept her,” Mirela confirmed as she brandished Bianca’s old sword. The vampire exercised extreme caution holding it as the slightest touch of Viteza’s silvered contamination could prove deadly to Mirela if her bare skin happened to make contact with the metal. “The Turenaus thought it had been destroyed after our fall at Sidexes when in fact I retrieved your blade and have kept it hidden and safe all these years. After long enough, I began to assume I would never have reason to recover it from my secret cache but I held onto your sword anyway. It was the only thing I still possessed which belonged to you.”

Mirela held out the sword to Bianca, bowing her head reverently as she offered the blade as a queen would to her knight in the old customs of Romanian nobility. Bianca laughed heartily as she held her sword for the first time in centuries and swung it through the air experimentally before working through her old stances and exercises.

“She is just as I remember her!” Bianca cried out with a thrill of delight.

The powerful blade had been forged by an old blind knight in the employ of the Pierocent estate as a gift on the sixteenth birthday of Lady Bianca, Demn’s greatest student and the girl whom the crippled warrior loved like his own daughter. The sword’s construction was masterful and perfectly balanced from hilt to point. Demn never did reveal to Bianca the reason why he forged the blade from purest silver rather than a more resilient metal. While that alloy was not the strongest it turned out to be the only one deadly enough to challenge most supernatural threats. During the years she hunted her husband’s murderers, Viteza had been Bianca’s closest and only companion. A deep scar on Bianca’s right cheek served as a permanent reminder of those lonely years spent on the road in deadly pursuit of vengeance.

A faint glimmer filtering through the bedroom curtain marked the break of day. Mirela backed instinctively away from the ray shimmering through the window and retreated to the shadows of the bedroom.

“I must rest, sister,” Mirela told Bianca. “Until night falls again. I trust you will stay close by this time?”

Bianca still hadn’t finished running through her old exercises with the sword. She felt different now, stronger and swifter than she remembered. Bianca wondered if the demon blood running through her veins was the cause for this uncanny effect.

After assuming her final attack formation, Bianca straightened up and stood at attention as she addressed her sister, “I promise to guard you with my life.”

“Bianca, I-” Mirela started. “I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. You do know how much I love you, right?”

“Of course I do,” Bianca answered. “I love you too. Where will you slumber tonight?”

“The wardrobe should provide enough cover from the sun’s ultraviolet rays,” Mirela said. “I’ll just sleep curled up on the floor in there until nighttime.”

“So this is what you have been reduced to?” Bianca asked with abject displeasure. “The greatest and most noble lady I’ve ever known sleeping in a closet?”

“We do what we must to survive,” Mirela rationalized as she backed further away from the light encroaching upon the shadowed safety of her room. “But now it is time for me to retire for the day.”

“Mellie?” Bianca asked.

Mirela couldn’t believe how drastically her mood improved once she heard Bianca call her by that precious childhood nickname again. To think Mirela used to despise Bianca’s juvenile moniker when they were children!

“One last thing before you sleep,” Bianca continued as the shining morning light turned her hair a radiant gold. “You said we must return to Sidexes in the space of three nights? But how is such a thing possible to cover thousands of leagues and cross an entire sea in so short a time?”

Mirela grinned back at her sister conspiratorially as she opened the wardrobe door and drew herself deep within the closet. Her face became half-shadowed in black as she retreated into the comforting embrace of darkness.

“Don’t worry, my love. Tonight we shall fly like birds at wing to Romania. To home.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR