Redeemers of the Fallen 5

Chapter 5: Advent

“It looks the exact same,” Bianca quietly marveled as she and Mirela peered through the twisted, leafless branches of the cloaked wood which surrounded the outside of the large manor where both sisters had been born and where they spent the years of their infancy and adolescence. Regrettably, their memories of this place were more sad and painful than joyous.

“We’re home, Mellie.”

Autumn had fallen quickly upon their ancestral homeland with the healthy greens of summer already giving way to the decay and bitter chill of the season’s turning. Only mid-October and already Bianca saw her breath misting upward from her open mouth with every exhalation. While the trees elsewhere were transforming their leaves into brilliant orange, red, and yellow colors to mark the next stage of their rebirth the deciduous trees blanketing the haunted Pierocent manor were twisted and dead-looking with the only living leaves black and poisonous to the touch. A thorny, unattended overgrowth along the forest floor combined with a foggy mist conjured by Mirela sufficed to conceal their presence in the grounds outside the manor.

After her fall into darkness and subsequent rise as the Queen of the Vampyr, Mirela made the old Pierocent manor into a secondary base of operations for her cabal whenever they weren’t residing at Sidexes. A glamour she maintained over the surrounding areas made the wilderness appear uninhabited for miles around to prevent any curious parties from stumbling onto their secret lair, though any humans foolish enough to approach the manor at night soon learned what kind of predators hunted in these forests.

“I can promise that your home is not what it once was,” Mirela whispered to her sister before pointing with her finger. “There, look.”

Bianca followed Mirela’s direction and saw a grim, gaunt figure wearing a black cloak and a strange suit of armor that stalked the outside perimeter of the manor on patrol. Floodlights affixed to the exterior walls of the manor illuminated the guard’s path through the grounds though on the advent of tomorrow night’s full moon such fixtures seemed unnecessary. Bianca tried to focus but couldn’t stop staring at how lovely Mirela’s face looked beneath the pale moonlight.

“That one is Caleb,” Mirela whispered again. “My second-in-command.”

“Did you ever fuck him?” Bianca wondered.

Mirela side-eyed her sister and replied, “Of course I did. Why, are you jealous?”

“Of course I am. Does that mean you will be upset if I kill him?”

“Of course not. And if you are feeling jealous with rage you have my permission to make his demise as painful as possible. The guards are sticking to their patrol schedule exactly. My brethren occupying this manor are well-trained but unimaginative.”

“Who trained them?” Bianca asked.

“I did,” Mirela answered simply.

After checking out of the hotel last evening, the sisters ventured to a nearby airfield where they boarded a plane that Mirela had chartered. Bianca stared in wonder the entire time as they took their seats and waited for liftoff. Mirela employed their pilot Roland’s services on several previous excursions and she always appreciated both his competence and his ability to remain discreet. He never once asked why Mirela insisted on flying only at night or why they used this oddly shielded airplane that made flight more difficult. The pay was excellent and sometimes during the longer flights Mirela would suck him off so Roland had no reason to complain.

Mirela loved watching Bianca’s face as the plane wheeled around the runway and prepared for liftoff. Her sister looked nearly as giddy as she was fearful. Bianca’s fingernails clenched the armrests of her seat hard enough to tear the upholstery when with a deafening roar of rushing air the plane’s velocity lifted the flying transport from the ground. Once they were finally at high altitude Bianca breathed a loud sigh of relief and then laughed with delight as she watched the lights on the ground grow more and more distant. Though the night made viewing difficult, Bianca couldn’t quit staring out the window; it was like Mirela wasn’t even there to her.

Since the duration of the flight lasted well past the break of day, Mirela took her leave of Bianca not long before sunrise. Roland allowed Mirela’s sister to sit with him in the cockpit while Mirela rested within a fortified metal coffin in the cargo hold. The outside of the plane had been lined with a reflective surface that shielded the interior from the sun’s radiation. Mirela had flown using this method several times before and had yet to ever feel the sun’s adverse effects even though technically she was outside in the middle of the day.

They disembarked from the plane in a tightly sealed and windowless hangar owned by Mirela through a shell corporation no one in her cabal was aware of. The hangar was located in central Romania only fifty leagues from their destination for the evening. Mirela used the daytime to rest and recover from her injuries while Bianca practiced fencing maneuvers over and over while adjusting to her demonically-enhanced strength. Her second helping of Rachael’s cold blood had rejuvenated Mirela enough that she mostly healed from the abuses inflicted by Baphomet though she did walk with a pronounced limp for the entire day. Mirela did her best to ignore the pangs of hunger turning her stomach and focused instead on the mission for tonight.

In the brief time they had, Mirela instructed Bianca as much as possible in the use of her infernal energies. The crafts of spell-work took years to learn and a lifetime to master so one afternoon would hardly suffice but Bianca learned the intricacies of weaving magic quickly enough that Mirela eagerly looked forward to seeing how much damage she could cause. The demon within Bianca reveled in blood and violence and so long as Bianca used her powers to kill or maim, her evil hand would act on pure instinct to inflict the maximum amount of punishment upon her enemies.

Mirela glanced over at her sister crouched next to her in the brush and couldn’t help from smiling. Bianca wore skin-tight athletic trousers and heavy combat boots to complement the lightly padded armor of her vest. The sports bra, a revelatory innovation for Bianca, kept her sizable breasts under control while a knitted cap held Bianca’s long blonde hair back and out of her eyes.

Mirela dressed inauspiciously in her usual skintight black gown, looking more like the entrant to a midnight gala than a warrior readying to engage in battle. In her only concession to the imminent conflict, Mirela tied her dark hair back in a tight bun so the movement of her long flowing locks of hair would be restricted.

Bianca grinned back at Mirela and when their eyes met she couldn’t help thinking, this is how it should be all the time. Mirela and Bianca, side by side, sister with sister, each of us deadly in our own different way, plunging intrepidly into danger together.

“Watch closely,” Mirela whispered to Bianca. “I considered this simple spell to be most useless when I learned it 300 years ago. A spark of static electricity and seemingly nothing more. Not enough to do more than shock and stun for a few seconds if directed at an enemy. Unremarkable in every way, really. But even the simplest castings have their uses if employed creatively.”

A tiny bolt of electricity lightninged from Mirela’s fingertip and energized the entire manor, overloading electrical systems and plunging the building and its surrounding wood into darkness as light fixtures flickered before failing and light bulbs popped explosively with showers of brilliant yellow sparks that fell upon the patrolling watchmen. Shouts of alarm were overheard as guards investigated the disturbance. If there was any question whether this power surge and the encroaching mist were a natural phenomenon, those mysteries were immediately answered when the impenetrable fog descended upon the manor so heavily it blocked all view of the surrounding forest and only allowed a few feet of visibility.

“Nicely done, Mellie,” Bianca said with admiration.

“Are you ready, Bee?” Mirela asked.

Bianca calmly nodded in response though her heart raced with the anticipation of engaging in battle with evildoers once again. She slowly slid Viteza out of the custom-made leather scabbard Mirela created to house the blade. The old Pierocent family seal was etched on the side of the holster for the sword.

“Now!” Mirela hissed as she and Bianca jumped to their feet and rushed to the side entrance of the manor under the cover of a heavy mist. The floor-plan for the estate remained identical to its original construction and no one could possibly understand this battleground better than the Pierocent sisters. They knew they must attack quickly while confusion and fear still ruled the minds of their enemies.

Bianca kicked the door open hard enough that it splintered and flew off its hinges, knocking the vampire standing nearest to the entrance down to the floor. She held her silver sword behind her shoulder as she jumped and bounded off the door, collapsing the skull of the vampire trapped underneath. Bianca sprang several feet through the doorway in a single great leap then slashed Viteza from left to right, slicing cleanly through undead necks and torsos before her enemies even realized what was happening.

A blade of any other metallic construction would have turned against the skin of these enchanted undead creatures before ever cutting through them but this silvery blade easily sliced through skin and armor, leaving naught but dust and ash behind once the vampires were severed from their mockery of life. Though vastly outnumbered, Bianca easily dodged and evaded the countering strikes of the encircling vampires, her already impressive speed, strength, and agility enhanced to superhuman levels by the demon blood pumping hot and excited through her veins.

When Bianca turned to face the next foe approaching her with murderous intent, she came upon the slim, deadly one Mirela named Caleb. This vampire wielded his twin blades skillfully; Bianca understand immediately why Mirela had chose him as her direct subordinate. Instead of swords, Caleb wielded two long daggers which he used to great effect parrying the longer reach of Viteza’s feints and strikes. Several times he nearly succeeded in catching Bianca’s blade between his steel daggers and disarming her. This vampire was clearly used to eviscerating his enemies with ease but all his skill would not deny Bianca her vengeance against creatures of his kind. Bianca laughed gleefully as she batted away both the final dagger thrusts meant for her chest then separated Caleb’s head from his shoulders with one clean swing of Viteza. Bianca should have been awash with the blood of her enemies by now but the silver alloy imbued with demon magic left only smoke, ash, and the pungent scent of burning flesh behind its deadly arc.

Bianca became surrounded by over a half-dozen snarling, drooling enemies fighting to be the first one to earn the privilege of tearing open her throat and feasting upon her. Her fencing maneuvers were less effective against such a large group so Bianca swung Viteza in wide, sweeping arcs so she might use the vampires’ terror of her blade to keep them at bay. One vampire managed to skirt past her defenses and he lifted a wicked spiked cleaver above his head. Bianca quickly raised her demonic hand to block the assault and she prayed for a miracle to stay his killing blow. Red lightning and black flame crackled and curled around Bianca’s demonic limb right before the vampire went up like tinder, his body combusting spontaneously. The vampire dropped his cleaver and squealed with pain as he fled in the opposite direction with his arms wildly flailing until the fire fully extinguished him.

The vampire soldiers still remaining had Bianca in their sights now. They lifted their semi-automatic rifles and prepared to unleash a barrage of gunfire so dense even the speedy demoness couldn’t evade it. But just before they unleashed a volley of destruction, Mirela burst into the foyer from the opposite end of the manor that Bianca entered from. The first thing the vampires noticed as the shadowy approaching figure resolved into the Queen of Darkness were both the pistols Mirela pointed at them.

The vampires looked at each other with helpless confusion as their beloved Dark Queen shrieked a battle cry and squeezed the triggers of both her guns repeatedly. Gunpowder bursts lit up the room and deafened its occupants as silver bullets screamed from the barrels of Mirela’s handguns. Practice shooting at her private gun range was one of Mirela’s favorite hobbies and her first shot took one of her former apprentices right between the eyes as Mirela fired silver destruction upon her own cabal. The night creatures fell dead instantly as silver bullets pierced through unexpectedly vulnerable flesh.

Just when the vampiric soldiers thought they had cornered Bianca dead to rights, she rushed forward with a surge of speed and leaped onto the wall. Her velocity was so great that she ran along the side of the wall while the vampires’ bullets sprayed the floor where she’d just been standing uselessly. Bullets ricocheted throughout the old parlor where the Pierocents used to host their parties, the vampires trying in vain to stop the approach of a demoness who walked along walls as easily as she did the ground. Bianca leapt from the wall over a stack of furniture and slashed her sword through the few left remaining of her opposition. She grabbed the last one, an ugly female vampire with short hair, around the throat with her claw and tore the fiend’s head from her shoulders like it was nothing.

More of the cabal poured into the parlor as sounds of death and battle echoed through the manor. While Bianca was too quick to be caught by their bullets, the vampiric host captured Mirela within their range and wasted no time firing upon the woman they once called their liege. Fortunately, the soldiers were not foolish enough to load their guns with silver bullets lest they be caught dead in the crossfire. Their attacks did little more than slow Mirela down as she took four bullets through her chest and stomach but kept going.

The ammunition in Mirela’s handguns had expired and since she needed special protections to reload the contaminating silver bullets by hand she couldn’t replenish her ammo in the midst of battle. Mirela dropped her pistols and instead used power drawn from Bianca’s demon-soul to throw this second wave of vampires against the walls hard enough to smash their bodies. Exercising only her mind, Mirela used intensely focused forces of pressure and compression to crush enemy skulls to a bloody, brain-dripping pulp as easily as popping a grape.

One of the newcomers from this second wave of vampires was a beautiful, dark-haired, Gothic-looking young witch just like Mirela. The Dark Queen took Kiara as a teenager and turned her to sexual depravity and evil as soon as Mirela recognized the powerful young girl’s abilities. Mirela had been lovers with her former apprentice for a decade or so and together she and Kiara would ritualistically summon demons to fuck them and play power games with. However, the close camaraderie the lovers once shared when they stared into each other’s eyes and made out sloppily while a host of infernal creatures took turns fucking them both hard from behind had reached an abrupt termination of affection.

Kiara withstood Mirela’s initial castings and opposed her Mistress with dark, deadly spells learned from her instructor. Mirela’s student was strong in magical power but still no match for the Dark Queen. Mirela easily dispelled Kiara’s castings and obliterated a wooden chair right behind the unsuspecting teenager who had been forever locked in the undead body of an eighteen year-old. The fury of Mirela’s next spell sent Kiara sprawling backwards where the shattered leg of the chair pierced her right through the chest. Kiara screamed in horrible agony as she died with a wooden stake in her heart which crumbled her susceptible vampiric form into a fine, powdery ash. The notion of remorse for the regrettable actions that led to this point never even occurred to Mirela.

Bianca dispatched the last of vampires opposing her with a thrust of her sword right through the fiend’s left eye. She stood gasping for recovered breath while watching with both awe and horror how viciously Mirela employed her spell-work. Brains, bone, and various internal organs sprayed all over the room as Mirela battered helpless undead bodies together. These poor fools didn’t stand a chance against Bianca’s immensely powerful sister and despite the disgusting display before her, Bianca had to admit Mirela was turning her the fuck on.

The last vampire standing comprehended the hopelessness of trying to confront the Dark Queen and her wild huntress of a companion alone so he turned and escaped down the nearest hallway.

“He’s going for the commlink, Bianca!” Mirela cried. “Stop him!”

Bianca concentrated on the vampire’s retreating form for a couple seconds then raised her sword above her head and cast her hands forward to throw Viteza as easily as she would a small dagger. The blade arced through the air with rapid revolutions before impaling the racing vampire in his back right through his heart. The fiend screamed pitifully as he pitched forward and landed with his body propped up perfectly by the sword-point catching between two floorboards. The vampire shrieked and writhed against his slow impalement while he disintegrated into dust and left the blade to clatter down upon the hardwood floor.

“Well done, Bee,” Mirela told her sister as she surveyed the massacre of her own cabal. She stared with a critical eye at the corpses of companions in darkness whom she’d known for decades and in some cases for centuries. She felt nothing for them.

“Likewise,” Bianca said as she retrieved her sword, wiped it clean with her last kill’s empty, dusty clothing, then returned to her sister’s side.

Bianca gasped when she saw the gross amount of blood pouring out of bullet holes torn through the front of Mirela’s dress.

“You’re hurt!” she cried. “Oh, Mellie!”

“It’s no matter,” Mirela said dismissively. “We’ve far more pressing concerns at the moment.”

Mirela ignored the pain and strode forward as if the weeping bullet holes in her torso and abdomen were of no consequence. Bianca has no choice but to follow worriedly behind. Now that their enemies were slain and she had a chance to focus, Bianca looked about in wonder at seeing her ancestral home once again. While the manor had been modernized, it still retained the same aesthetic from when she and Mirela were young girls playing in these hallways.

Mirela used a set of keys to unlock and enter a communications room filled with electrical equipment Bianca couldn’t begin to guess the use of. A battery backup and surge protection prevented the overloading of these systems and Mirela threw open panels on the wall and started closing switches and circuit breakers to bring power back online. Mirela sat in a leather chair with wheels and brought up a large monitor connected to one of those machines she called a ‘computer’. Her fingers typed at the keyboard with a blur of speed and she bit her lip and concentrated while working at the machine for the next several minutes.

While Bianca waited for Mirela to finish… whatever she was doing, the older sister directed her to the slave pens where the vampires garrisoned at this manor kept their meals imprisoned until time for a feeding. Bianca rushed to obey Mirela’s directive, anxious to free any innocents from their inhuman captivity just as she had recently been liberated. But when Bianca returned to find Mirela still diligently working on the computer she shook her head sadly at Mirela’s questioning look. The ghastly creatures stationed here drank too greedily from their prisoners and left none alive.

“The satellite up-link to Sidexes has been disrupted as well as the cellular antenna and all its signal extenders,” Mirela said as she leaned back in the office chair and stretched her arms out in a relaxed pose, not even noticing she had made more of her blood pump out of the holes in her chest. “Perhaps irreparably. The castle has been cut off from the outside world and they will not be able to call for reinforcements by the time we arrive tomorrow evening. The inhabitants of Sidexes will have retreated into darkness by now and there they will await our coming.”

“So we have succeeded in our task for tonight?” Bianca asked for confirmation.

Mirela nodded but told her, “This was the easy part. Our manor was never garrisoned very heavily. Too small a space to fit so many hungry mouths. Tomorrow will be a different matter entirely.”

“You should let me dress your wounds,” Bianca suggested.

“If you wish,” Mirela replied with a shrug.

Bianca retrieved her pack from the forest where she had discarded it prior to the battle and then quickly returned to the manor. Even with the vampire threat eliminated, these twisted black woods were too eerie and foreboding to spend much time in. Not to mention the lunar rays of the nearly full moon left Bianca completely exposed under its bright beams of light. It felt too much like she was being watched out here.

After finding Mirela gone from the communications room, Bianca roamed the halls of her old household in search for her sister. The manor had once been rendered derelict and decrepit from age and neglect but Mirela had since restored their birthplace to its former glory. Yet this place no longer felt like home to Bianca. Perhaps this world had no place left in it for her to name a home any longer. When Bianca failed to locate her sister on the main floor she called out for her. Mirela called back from upstairs and Bianca followed the sound of her voice.

Bianca found her sister sitting and waiting on the mattress of the four-post bed in Mirela’s old bedroom. Bianca gasped when she turned open the ancient door handle and peered within. The bedroom had been made an exact replica of how it looked when she and Mirela were children. Walking over the threshold felt like traveling backward four-hundred years in time. The rug, furniture, curtains and other features all looked precisely how Bianca remembered them.

Candles were lit on holders that rested atop the dresser and nightstand in the exact placement Bianca recalled from previous midnight sojourns to her sister’s private space. Bianca half-expected to find the old Mirela waiting for her, that sweet, handsome, joyful girl Bianca once knew and loved. Instead the woman before her looked dark and haggard, her troubled eyes rimmed with black and clenched in pain as blood spilled from her in great volumes upon the cloth Mirela used to absorb and collect her escaped fluids.

“This room looks exactly how I remember it,” Bianca commented as she dropped her pack to the floor and began pulling out medical supplies.

“I spent far too much time restoring this place so that it conformed to my last memories of home,” Mirela said. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to track down furniture matching the custom-made dressers, tables, and armoires I used to have. For all I know the antiques I collected were the very same furnishings we owned before the manor was looted following our departure to Sidexes.”

“Why did you do this?” Bianca wondered. “Isn’t it painful seeing this place exactly as you remember it? Does it not remind you of all you’ve lost? It certainly reminds me.”

“I did this because I wanted so badly to return to the last time I ever felt truly happy,” Mirela quietly replied. She stared at the floor intently, unable to meet Bianca’s eyes while she spoke. “But even once I’d altered my reality to match my dreams and memory this room still felt as empty and broken as my dark heart.”

Mirela lifted her gaze until hers and Bianca’s eyes met.

“Empty and broken, sister. Until now.”

“You will need to take your dress off,” Bianca whispered nervously. “The blood… there’s too much.”

“As you desire,” Mirela acceded with a sly grin before lifting the hem of her bloody dress slowly upward. She continued tugging the tight, unyielding fabric up over her head until she removed the dress and threw it down to the floor.

Mirela wore skimpy underwear that Bianca couldn’t imagine the old, somewhat prudish Mirela ever daring to slip on. The thin, nearly transparent material barely covered her cunny, leaving her mound prominently outlined while the thin string of fabric over her backside left Mirela’s pale cheeks totally exposed. Mirela didn’t wear a brassiere beneath her dress so her supple medium-sized cones bulged perfectly from her chest without any sag from her undercarriage to drag down the soft flesh surrounding her succulent pink nipples. Her breasts were so pale-white that Bianca could see lines of blue veins crossing all through her beautiful mounds.

The perfection of Mirela’s slim but shapely chest was marred only by the blood pouring out of four ragged tears in the flesh of her upper body with accompanying exit wounds in her back. A similar gunshot wound had punched a hole in Mirela’s abdomen where a clear fluid seeped from the damage along with Mirela’s blood.

“Oh, Mellie!”

Bianca wept when she saw what had been done to her sister’s beautiful body. She grabbed her supplies and tried her best to clean and bandage Mirela’s many wounds while sobbing. Mirela made not a single noise while she sat on the bed compliantly with her arms lifted straight above her head, never reacting to Bianca’s diligent attentions except whenever her sister’s warm fingers trailed delicately across Mirela’s cool skin.

“These wounds are beyond my ability to heal,” Bianca concluded as she used her shoulder to wipe her tears away. “How are you still alive? One of those projectiles went right through your heart.”

“I should have been dead long ago,” Mirela gently reminded her sister. “I’ve endured worse than this before.”

“But how will you be in any condition for tomorrow night?” Bianca cried with dismay as tears flowed down both her cheeks. “What of your plans? I should have protected you better, Mellie! I’ve failed you again!”

It took all Bianca’s willpower not to gather Mirela in her arms and hold her close until they both found comfort, even if that took them until the end of time. Bianca tried so hard to keep in mind the evil, inhuman creature that Mirela had become and remember all the terrible things she had done but seeing Mirela half-naked, vulnerable, and in such terrible pain reminded Bianca of their unbreakable sisterly bond and the powerful love she still held for this woman.

“All is not lost, my darling one,” Mirela said. “But I must feed tonight in order to recover my full strength otherwise I will assuredly fail tomorrow. To be quite honest I hoped there would be a captive in the slave pens with enough vitality left for me to use but the fiends living here never understood the value of restraint. I suppose I must go embark on a hunt in the forest for some large animal to feed upon. The taste will be foul but sadly it must be done. Please excuse me.”

Bianca contemplated for only a quick second and before Mirela could leave the room she mentioned, “There is another option.”

Mirela’s head snapped back around instantly as she turned to regard her sister with a disapproving frown.

“No,” said Mirela, shaking her head vehemently. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“I want to help you, Mellie,” Bianca said, her voice cracking with deepest yearning. “It pains me seeing you like this. Besides, we’ve no time to argue over this. Dawn approaches. Please let me help you.”

Devastation showed plain on Mirela’s face but Bianca caught a hint of fire flashing in Mirela’s eyes when her sister peeked a glance at the most prominent vein on Bianca’s neck. Bianca threw off her cap and shook out her long blonde hair before tearing her armored vest and undershirt from her torso until only her tight sports bra remained to cover her chest. The constraint of the clinging athletic fabric pushed Bianca’s substantial bosom together so the deep line of her cleavage showed more prominently every time her heavy chest heaved with slowly mounting arousal.

“I offer you everything,” Bianca challenged her sister with salty tears still trickling down both her cheeks. “I’ve spoken to you of our forbidden love countless times only to be spurned again and again. I love you, Mirela Pierocent. I want you. I need you. On the eve of the night which will decide both our fates, will you break my heart by denying me yet again?”

In response to Bianca’s tearful plea, Mirela undid her hairtie and let her long dark mane spill down over her upper back and the milky-white cleavage of her breasts. She strode over to Bianca and without another work she took into her arms the true love she’d searched and suffered for her entire long life and pulled her close. Her mouth sought out Bianca’s and moisture flecked their lips when they pressed their mouths together.

“Mellie,” Bianca whispered during the brief instant their lips parted before she seized Mirela by the back of her neck and tangled her fingers in her hair as she roughly took her sister’s mouth with her tongue.

Mirela sucked Bianca’s warm, wet tongue deeper into her mouth and shared the sticky accumulated saliva between them as she twisted her tongue into a tight knot around Bianca’s. Mirela shoved Bianca’s trousers violently down past her wide hips and let the pants pile around Bianca’s ankles before ripping down her sister’s tight leggings and peeling them inside-out down past her knees. Mirela grew frustrated when Bianca’s heavy boots impeded her progress in fully unclothing her sister and she growled with irritation, “Take it all off.”

Bianca hastened to comply, her thoughts and emotions addled near incomprehension by the presence of her lovely Mirela sitting half-naked in the bedroom of their old house. They kissed passionately just like they had as curious teenagers and Bianca couldn’t imagine anything being more wondrous. Once Bianca finished frantically stripping every article of clothing from her person, Mirela drank in the sight of her sister’s perfect body. The pristine appearance of Bianca’s graceful, athletic figure was spoiled only by the warped demon fist which Bianca kept clenched in readiness at her side like a venomous snake coiled in anticipation.

Mirela averted her eyes from the glimpse of pure female heaven shining in dim candlelight before her and told her sister, “Turn away from me. I can’t bear to watch you while I cause you harm.”

“Nothing you do could never harm me,” Bianca insisted as she obediently turned away with her perfectly plump backside facing Mirela’s clandestinely observant gaze.

Mirela always thought Bianca’s body was too perfect for words and she didn’t waste time appending description to the lusciously shaped curves and deep, enticing valleys displayed before her. The first thing she did was reach down to squeeze the lean muscles of Bianca’s behind. Those tight, fleshy bulges and the enticing formation of Bianca’s V-shaped cleft had been teasing and mocking Mirela for the last several days. Bianca made a pleasurable noise when Mirela reached out and fondled her big arse with deep, kneading squeezes and strokes before reaching down to grasp the bottom of both Bianca’s cheeks and then weighing them each in her hands.

“You really do have the greatest arse, Bee,” commented Mirela while her hands took their long-awaited fill of Bianca’s sexy rump. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long it hurts.”

“Oh, really?” Bianca asked teasingly as she shook her big bottom back and forth. “For how long exactly?”

“You know exactly how long. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Mirela curled her arms around Bianca’s front, holding her snugly from behind with one arm around Bianca’s upper chest while the other wrapped around her midsection. Bianca gasped to discover that Mirela had already removed her own underwear when she felt Mirela’s naked, shaved-bare cunny pressing against her from behind. Bianca’s bottom quivered and squirmed against Mirela’s sex as she purposely pushed herself back against Mirela’s genitals. Bianca could feel seeping fluids from both their sexes staining the top of her cleft in Mirela’s case but also the bottom of her crack which had dampened from Bianca’s own leakage. The effect drove Bianca wild and she started grinding her arse back hard against Mirela’s soaked cunny.

Mirela squeezed her sister tighter and absorbed her pleasing warmth which burned hot against the chronic affliction of Mirela’s cold, dead skin. From this close she could hear Bianca’s heartbeat and detect the sweet, tantalizing blood coursing through the veins in her neck. The blood called to her.

Mirela nuzzled closer to Bianca and pursed her full lips before pressing those red-velvet buds against her sister’s neck to mark the exact site of Mirela’s portended entry. She kept kissing all over Bianca’s neck then up behind her ear before making her way along the side of Bianca’s face. Bianca moaned at the touch of Mirela’s sweet lips and kept pushing her arse back against Mirela’s cunny which trickled its spilled juices down through Bianca’s crack and over her anus. Mirela responded with her own corresponding movements as soon the bodies of the sister lovers joined with each other using increasingly more daring thrusts and gyrations of crotch against buttocks.

Bianca turned her head back round to meet Mirela again and when their lips found each other the passionate kiss that resulted left both sisters breathless with passion. The wet smacking of their lips joining together became the only sound that broke the deathly quiet of a manor haunted by ghosts and memories. When their lustful demonstrations reached a fever pitch, Bianca suddenly broke their kiss and pulled her long hair over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side and eagerly bared her neck for Mirela.

“You see, Mellie?” Bianca whispered as she turned away from Mirela. “I would give all of myself to you and only you. Take everything you need from me and while you feed from me just remember that I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you too,” Mirela managed to reply before blood-lust took her senses captive. With Bianca’s naked body and delicious throat within reach there was no going back now.

Mirela’s pupils turned a deep red color as her teeth sharpened and elongated. Mirela growled hungrily before sinking the sharp points of her incisors deep into the largest pulsing vein on Bianca’s neck. Bianca screamed when Mirela clamped her teeth around her throat and inflicted the most terrible pain she’d ever experienced as Mirela’s razor-ed fangs rent deeper and deeper into the taut, vulnerable flesh of Bianca’s neck. Mirela’s lips began suckling upon the wound she created and Bianca gasped as she felt her life-force slowly departing from her body drop by precious drop.

Then almost miraculously the pain evaporated entirely only to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of euphoria. A disorienting daze clouded Bianca’s mind and her body slackened and grew limp against Mirela as deepest desires consumed her. Her loins burned hot with a powerful, hungry need that made her cunny slicken with thick, viscous juices which immediately began trickling out of her to stain her inner thighs. All from a simple bite.

Mirela experienced a very similar thrill as Bianca’s stolen life and warmth seeped into her body. The rush of fresh, hot blood excited all her senses and restored her to a perverted semblance of life. Bianca’s taste was exquisite, the demon-infused blood lending an invigorating spice to Bianca’s already delectable flavor. The combination made Mirela feel more powerful than ever as she absorbed Bianca’s freely given vitality. The blood flowing from the bandaged wounds on Mirela’s chest, back, and stomach first slowed then ceased their escape entirely as leftover bullets were pushed out of their holes before the openings clotted shut with damaged tissue already on the mend. Mirela drank greedily, suckling the sustenance of nourishing blood from Bianca’s neck like milk from her mother’s teat.

Mirela’s idle hands unclasped from around Bianca’s shoulder and abdomen and began exploring up and down Bianca’s sides, relearning with relish the fleshy curves of her sister’s waist, hips, and thighs which Mirela had secretly desired ever since both girls reached pubescence. Bianca had been utterly fascinated by Mirela’s growing chest when she first started to develop. Years later, Bianca loved to compare the size of their bosoms once it became abundantly clear that Bianca would severely outpace her older sister in that category.

Now Bianca took a hold of Mirela’s hand and kissed each of her knuckles before pressing her palm against the soft, warm flesh of Bianca’s bountiful chest. She clenched Mirela’s fingers around her breast and squeezed them closed over a bulge larger than Mirela’s hand could fit. Bianca howled as Mirela kneaded her large, orb-like tit and she gibbered deliriously when Mirela pinched her stiffly aroused nipple between her fingers whilst still drawing blood from Bianca’s open neck. The feeling of Mirela’s soft lips sucking upon her inflamed Bianca’s passions to a greater level than ever before and the hard pink buds protruding erect from the substantial surface area of Bianca’s round aureola had never felt so sensitive.

“Touch me, Mellie,” begged Bianca as her disfigured hand grabbed a hold of Mirela’s wrist and led her straight down to Bianca’s shamelessly leaking cunny. “Please.”

Bianca gasped and pressed her body back against Mirela’s chest as her sister’s finger slid along her gushing slit and squished her juices all around her sensitive labia and slathered the drenched hair of Bianca’s lightly furred pubis. Mirela’s probing digits absorbed Bianca’s radiant heat as they slowly curled inside her tunneled opening and grasped her from the inside. Mirela added another finger then yet another as most of her hand sank up into Bianca’s clenching tunnel while her thumb rubbed at Bianca’s hard, peeking clitoris aggressively.

Mirela could have feasted from Bianca’s delicious body until she sucked her sister dry but with great strain Mirela managed to reassert control over herself. She detached her fangs from Bianca’s neck and used her long tongue to lap clean the blood seeping from the wound left behind. Bianca shuddered and groaned as the tip of Mirela’s agile tongue played with her neck wound like she was teasing the entrance to her cunny. Mirela kneaded the largesse of Bianca’s sensitively tingling breast with hard, deep squeezes of her hand whilst also shoving her four fingers mercilessly up into the swollen, open cavity of her sister’s drenched cunny. Bianca whimpered pitifully as Mirela’s hands and tongue delivered her to an ultimate pleasure that was the culmination of century’s worth of repressed emotions and regretful actions.

Bianca trembled uncontrollably next to Mirela right before the younger sister wailed at the top of her lungs, which still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the audible squish of Bianca’s cunny gushing out its hidden contents all over Mirela’s hand and both their lower bodies. Before her revival, Bianca’s climaxes had never been especially productive but now all of a sudden she was flushing, squirting, and spraying cunny juices everywhere when she orgasmed. Perhaps this was simply the effect Mirela had on her. Mirela groaned against Bianca’s neck as she relished the wet heat of her sister’s liquid warmth spilling all over her.

Bianca’s dimpled cheeks turned a pinkish, embarrassed hue and she apologized between heaving breaths, “I’m so sorry. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Bianca, that was incredible!” Mirela disagreed vehemently. “It gives me such great pleasure knowing I can make you scream and gush like that. God, I’m so hot for you right now!”

Mirela released Bianca’s breast and directed her sibling’s mouth to her own. The sisters kissed with wild, open-mouthed passion as their tongues traded back and forth saliva along with other bodily fluids. Bianca carefully ran her tongue over Mirela’s fangs, shivering every time their sharp points tickled and poked her. Mirela pushed her thumb into Bianca until it squeezed inside to join with the rest of her fingers. She kept her hand inserted within her sister’s cunny while they sloppily made out, never moving her appendage but instead simply holding and feeling Bianca from the inside. Bianca had tasted herself on the lips of a lover before but never in this fashion. The flavor of her blood was hot and metallic in Mirela’s mouth and while the realization of what their mouths shared should have disturbed her, the lust Bianca had surrendered herself to wouldn’t allow her to feel shame or revulsion.

Bianca broke the kiss long enough to gasp, “I love you, Mellie!”

“I love you too, Bee,” Mirela answered as she nibbled innocently on her sister’s earlobe. “I only regret that our long-awaited joining had to be under these circumstances.”

“I regret nothing except for these extended delays which prevented our coupling,” Bianca said. “Being near you growing up and never being able to love you properly was the worst form of torture I’ve ever known. Worse than any evil the supernatural has visited upon me. Oh take me, Mirela Pierocent! My sister, my best friend, my true love! Take me now!”

Mirela’s hand made a wet and loud squelching noise as it withdrew from Bianca’s cunny, her sister’s inner flesh sucking at her fist like it refused to relinquish its grip on her sibling. Mirela threw Bianca down to the mattress, her re-surged strength easily able to handle her powerful sister. Bianca gasped with surprise as she pitched forward and barely caught herself in time to avoid a face-plant. She blushed once she realized her new position was on all fours directly in front of Mirela. Bianca lowered her head, arched her back, lifted her bottom up, and spread her legs to create the most enticing view imaginable. She felt cool air entering her splattered cunny and her dilating anus as her knees parted to spread herself open in invitation.

Mellie must be able to see absolutely everything from this angle, Bianca thought. What does she think of me now that I’ve exposed all of myself to her?

Mirela growled with hunger as she viewed from behind the incredible body of the only human she had ever really wanted. At last, her beloved was prostrated naked before her and wonder of wonders, Bianca desired her with just as much passion and desperation as Mirela returned. Employing a swift underhanded swing, Mirela slapped both palms against Bianca’s perfectly plump bottom hard enough to create a most pleasing spanking noise when Mirela’s firm hands and Bianca’s fleshy arse smacked together. The limb that had just recently been shoved deep inside Bianca’s cunny left a soggy wet hand-print behind after spanking Bianca’s left buttock. Mirela clenched her fingers and palms into the large, toned cheeks and proceeded to fondle her sister’s lovely bottom with the lewdest of intentions, working the thick, supple flesh deeply as she squeezed, pinched, and kneaded Bianca’s sweet arse.

With her senses extraordinarily heightened by the replenishment of her heart, veins, and arteries, Mirela detected the most imperceptible details. Her fingertips felt the minuscule rising of every goose-pimpled fleck on Bianca’s wondrous posterior, her eyes saw with minute detail every transparent blonde follicle of hair growing from Bianca’s pink skin, her mouth tasted the base iron of Bianca’s delectable blood lingering in her mouth, and her sharp ears heard with pristine clarity every breath and sigh that exhaled from her lover’s eminently kissable mouth. Bianca’s heartbeat quickened and her breathing slowed the more Mirela touched her.

She wants me, Mirela thought giddily. She truly wants me!

Mirela scented her sister as well, the natural smell of Bianca’s lovely pink skin mixing with the more pungent odors of arousal and exercise emanating from her body. She clenched Bianca’s bottom and spread her cheeks wide open, exulting in the sharp smell of Bianca’s sweat which had been released by her exertions during battle. Such was Bianca’s great arousal that the juices leaking from her cunny seeped outward in every direction rather than simply descending from her mons down to the mattress. The parting of Bianca’s posterior only increased the intoxicating effect of her enticing aroma which wafted odorously from between her buttocks. Mirela spread Bianca wider open, unfurling the folded labia and expanding the puckered spiral of her sister’s anus until the hole gaped open far enough that the black opening strengthened the musky, earthy pheromone released from her sweaty arsehole. Mirela’s nostrils flared and her tongue licked around her lips as she imagined transferring that dirty scent to taste.

Mirela crouched forward and sat on the floor behind Bianca, keeping her arse spread open as she pressed her lips directly against the steamy brown hole of Bianca’s anus. The light blonde hairs surrounding the orifice would normally have been undetectable by sight or touch but with her enhanced senses Mirela could feel every soft little curl tickling the rim of her mouth. Mirela’s puckered lips lingered indecently upon Bianca’s arsehole and she extended her tongue to slither wetness around the rim of her anus before slicing at the opening. She used only the very tip of her tongue to slip inside the tightly clenched and aseptic furrow. Bianca’s back stiffened and she squirmed uncomfortably beneath the anal excursion of Mirela’s skilled tongue as Mirela chanced deeper within her sister’s dirtiest and most forbidden body part.

Mirela suddenly felt embarrassed at her own wanton display. What did Bianca think of her precious Mellie now that she saw her lover’s first inclination was to dive straight into her sister’s smelly arsehole? She needn’t have worried however.

“Oh Mellie, so dirty!” Bianca cried. “I love it!”

Bianca mashed her big cheeks back into Mirela until her buttocks flattened against her sister’s face. Mirela moaned gratefully as Bianca smothered her sibling with her hot buns. Bianca arched her spine even more and then reared back until her arsehole was pushed right against Mirela’s invasive tongue. Bianca’s sphincter relaxed and parted so easily at this angle that it was like her anus had thrown its doors wide open to invite Mirela’s deeper probing. Mirela’s long, agile tongue darted around the inner rim of Bianca’s anal cavity until she pushed the tip right into Bianca’s arsehole and captured the dirty flavor of her rectum, a bold, ripe, unsanitary taste that Mirela wouldn’t soon forget. Bianca sighed with relief and pleasure as Mirela licked the inside of her flexing, twitching back orifice while Mirela smacked her filthy lips and chewed gently on the wrinkled pucker outside.

While Bianca had enjoyed anal play with sexual partners in previous circumstances she never would have pegged Mirela as the type to revel in such filthy decadence. If only she knew the countless perversions and depravities Mirela had engaged in since the sisters had their only real sexual encounter together in this very same bedroom over four-hundred years before. Eating the smelly, squishy-wet arsehole of her sister which had become soaked with sweat, saliva, and cunny juice was like nothing to Mirela when compared with all the terrible things she’d done. Yet this forbidden behavior meant everything to the long-lost lovers as the taboo act proved how strong the trust, comfort, and love they held for each other was. They were free to show each other their true selves without worrying that their partner might feel shame or repulsion at the reveal of their fetishes.

“God, I’ve wanted this for soooo long, my sweet Mellie,” Bianca groaned as she felt her body opening up even further in welcome to Mirela’s wondrously intrusive tongue. “You have no idea how often I dreamed of you doing this to me and I to you. I wanted so badly to show you my nasty side but always worried it would scare you.”

Mirela didn’t speak, words would only spoil this moment. Instead she lowered herself slightly downward to press her mouth into Bianca’s already drenched cunny and feel Bianca’s warm honey seeping over her lips. She lapped at the juices clinging to the petals of Bianca’s labia and sucked clean the fluids soaking the light fur of her pubis before stretching her tongue through the unfurled entrance to Bianca’s hot-pink tunnel. The tip of Mirela’s nose poked into Bianca’s anus as her tongue reached deeper into the hot, slimy recesses of Bianca’s vaginal cavity.

Bianca’s copious discharge held a thick and mucous consistency and Mirela suckled drink from her sister’s sweet nectar greedily. Every time the exquisite fluid slowed its heavy flow, Mirela licked and spat upon Bianca’s delicious furry cunny again and again until her excessive saliva and Bianca’s uncontrollable secretions leaked triumphant.

Bianca gasped with increasingly heavier breaths and when she couldn’t control herself any longer she emitted a whining, simpering noise unbecoming of such a bloodthirsty, dangerous warrior. This was what Bianca had always wanted, had always dreamed of: Mellie squeezing her backside and placing her gorgeous red lips all over Bianca’s most private spaces without shame or inhibition. Her arousal already heightened far beyond a mortal’s regular capacity, Bianca gripped the mattress and screamed from deep within her throat as her entire body tensed and then released.

A rapid stream dumped straight into Mirela’s open mouth right before the focused deluge of Bianca’s cunny juice widened into a pressurized spray that exploded over Mirela’s face. All after only a few minutes of intense, sustained cunnilingus. Mirela shook her head back and forth against the splatter and pressed her face close to Bianca’s warm bath, her lips grinning deliriously as her sister’s powerful climax spilled glorious heat all over her cold, undead skin. Once the outpouring slowed, Mirela licked and slurped clean the fluids messily remaining between the interior of Bianca’s arse-crack.

Bianca wasn’t the sort of lover who rested on her laurels immediately following a spend. The denouement to hers and Mirela’s long-awaited coupling increased the ferociousness of her arousal rather than slaking her desire. As soon as Mirela’s tongue withdrew, Bianca turned and seized Mirela by wrapping an arm around her torso while her other hand reached between Mirela’s legs. Rather than touching Mirela’s sodden cunny as the vampire anticipated, Bianca grasped her lower back, lifted Mirela up in the air then threw her down onto the bed. Mirela laughed in exultation at the way Bianca’s strong arms manhandled her, the human/demon hybrid one of the only beings alive powerful enough to throw Mirela around with ease.

Mirela’s corpse-pale skin regained its color as blush reddened her cheeks. With Bianca’s powerful blood coursing through her system, Mirela had assumed a healthier appearance than at any other time since Bianca’s revival. Mirela’s naked chest heaved with an excitement spurred on by Bianca’s sudden, unexpected domination. Mirela laid back comfortably on the bed with her elbows propped back on a pillow behind her so she could still watch her sister. Her legs parted naturally to reveal the swollen arousal of her shaven cunny.

Now Mirela more closely resembled the kind, virtuous girl whom Bianca fell for so many years ago though there was certainly nothing innocent in the way Mirela spread her legs open and reached down to caress the aching throb of her desperately yearning cunny. This Mirela was nothing like that shy, hesitating, God-fearing young beauty who denied the truest part of herself because the curse of propriety forbid her from accepting the romantic touch of her soulmate. This Mirela was all Bianca’s now, with only Bianca’s vitality the freely spent cost required to possess her.

Bianca leaned forward to capture her own flavor from Mirela’s tongue, her lips and tongue cleaning her lingering fluids from Mirela’s mouth as their tongues intertwined in a graceful, furious ballet. Mirela kissed with all the passion of a woman holding her greatest love for the first time in several lifetimes. Bianca kissed with the intense desire of a woman who would rather die than see her lover parted from her again.

Mirela moaned as Bianca left her own bite marks on Mirela’s neck though Bianca’s nibbles were decidedly less harsh and fulfilling than Mirela’s sharp vampire kisses. Bianca’s mouth descended down her sister’s glorious slim body from her neck then past the burn mark on her shoulder until she arrived at Mirela’s breasts. A few brown moles flecked Mirela’s chest but otherwise her milky-white cones were devoid of any blemish or discoloration. Mirela’s nipples poked out hard and steady as Bianca’s thumbs gradually circled them. The areas where Mirela normally lacked sensitivity began to experience blood-flowing stimulation for the first time since Mirela dined upon Rachael.

Mirela cried out as Bianca’s tongue lashed the aroused bud of her nipple before her teeth bit down hard on the stiff nubbin. Mirela was no stranger to pain during lovemaking, in fact she welcomed it. Sometimes abuse was the only thing that could still made her feel. For every soft, gentle stroke along Bianca’s scalp, Mirela pulled oppositely hard upon fisted tangles of her sister’s golden hair to specifically direct Bianca’s oral attentions upon the savory mounds of flesh bulging from Mirela’s chest. Each breast received an equal share of Bianca’s loving lips, teeth, and tongue until Mirela’s entire chest had been bathed in her sister’s sticky saliva.

Bianca’s own breasts had flattened over Mirela’s spread thighs with the valley of her cleavage covering Mirela’s damp mound. Already Bianca could feel the physical evidence of her sister’s building arousal becoming smeared across her chest. She purposefully grinded her torso against Mirela’s throbbing groin while sucking from her teats like a nursing babe. Mirela shouted ecstatic declarations of love for Bianca whenever she wasn’t crying her sister’s name.

Bianca grabbed the back of Mirela’s knees and pushed her sister’s thighs up to her chest to expose her sodden cunny. The dark hole leading into Mirela’s unwholesome tunnel expanded further open as Bianca stretched and manipulated her sister’s compliant body. Mirela’s natural odor smelled like no human woman Bianca had ever known, a ripe and corrupt stench that exhibited pheromones of bloodthirsty excitement and terrible hunger. Bianca’s mouth watered as she lowered her body and pressed inward for a closer inspection of Mirela’s secret delights but Mirela abruptly halted her continuance.

“Please Bianca, stop!” Mirela protested. “You’ll be forever corrupted if you consume the discharge of my body.”

“I believe you will find me much more resilient than the other lovers you’ve taken,” Bianca rejoindered with a chuckle and an ornery smile. “Besides, I already drank the vile waste seeping from that evil bitch Vivianna’s rancid twat then performed cunnilingus upon her just before I fell into my long, deep sleep. I doubt either one of us can be corrupted any further. So what is the harm? I love you, Mellie. I want to make you feel good. Even while surrounded by the most terrible, imperishable darkness, we must keep holding onto that one good thing.”

Why did I ever deny myself this magnificent woman, Mirela thought as all sense took leave of her and she allowed herself to be totally consumed by love and lust. A greater fool than I has never been born.

Mirela laid her head back on the pillow, lifted her legs, and spread her thighs even wider apart as Bianca slid her extended tongue along the narrow gap of Mirela’s dew-blossomed center. Mirela whimpered like a child as Bianca’s tongue dragged along the tulip-petals of her slit in an excruciatingly slow fashion before she dug the wriggling point of her tongue deep inside Mirela’s warm, buried treasure.

Bianca detected just a hint of vileness underlying Mirela’s otherwise delicious flavor but she was far too distracted by the wonder of finally tasting and loving her heart’s desire to mark the corrupt aftertaste. This was what Bianca had always wished for, her sister’s beautiful body lying spread open and totally open and available to her while Mirela burned with a desire so intense that it matched Bianca’s own. With her face buried in Mirela’s snatch, the black, depthless pools of Bianca’s pupils drifted their vision upward from Mirela’s beautiful cunny, past her a flat stomach flexing with ecstasy, and over the heaving of Mirela’s slim, sexy breasts. Bianca locked her gaze onto a burning set of eyes that flared with such an intense heat of possessiveness and need that they cindered the natural hazel-brown of Mirela’s irises into a fiery, deep-red hue.

Bianca held Mirela by the shapely legs she’d always adored while her full lips kissed their way over every square inch of Mirela’s sodden nethers. She was so distracted by her oral fixation that she nearly neglected the use of her hands which finally released their vice-like grip around the backs of Mirela’s thighs. Bianca reached down to touch Mirela’s cunny, feeling the genitals of her sister’s body wither and tremble beneath her misshapen figures. For Bianca used her demon hand rather than her human one to stroke Mirela. Bianca pushed her taloned fingers inside Mirela’s drooling slit and clawed her way into her sister’s tunnel, twisting her hand brutally back and forth until she achieved total penetration.

“Oh Bianca!” Mirela cried loudly. “Your fingers burn inside me!”

“Do you need me to stop?” Bianca asked with alarm. “My God, I’m so sorry!”

Bianca quickly withdrew her fingers but Mirela snatched her by the wrist and forced Bianca’s taloned digits slowly back inside her. The peculiar shape of Bianca’s inhuman hand stimulated the blood-awakened tissue inside Mirela’s cunny like nothing else had before.

“Never stop!” Mirela insisted, her wild eyes ablaze with love madness. “Don’t you dare stop loving me, Bianca.”

Mirela threw her head back and howled inhumanly as Bianca finger-fucked her with an aggressive fervor, the blonde’s powerful attached arm working forward and back with blurring speed. The dark pools in the center of Bianca’s eyes seemed to drink all of Mirela in as she locked gazes with her sister while touching her deep inside. The older of the siblings could not stop staring at the woman she’d known and loved since they were small children.

“Oh, right there!” Mirela barked as Bianca’s long, stretched-out fingers found sensitive places inside her not even the largest demon pricks had tested. “Touch me right there!”

Mirela cupped Bianca’s chin in her hand and they looked at each other with shock and amazement that an occurrence both always assumed to be an impossibility had actually materialized. Bianca kept driving her demon hand into Mirela while her human hand squeezed Mirela’s lovely breasts and teasingly pinched her tingling nipples.

“You are the only source of light and warmth left to me in this cold, dark night that is my sad existence,” Mirela told her sister. “I’ve been damned ever since that first time I rejected your love. The first of my many foolish actions. You’re no failure, Bianca. You’ve saved me countless times before and I’m certain you will again before our quest has concluded. If I’d never found you again I don’t know what I would have done-”

“Sister,” Bianca said insistently enough that Mirela snapped back to attention. “You are always talking too much. Listen instead while I finger your cunny. You see, your prattling on in self-pity is distracting you from enjoying the first of many very powerful climaxes I intend to inflict upon you tonight. Now would you please shut up and spread yourself as wide open as possible for me. I recall that you could do the splits when we were girls and I wish for you to show me whether you remain as flexible in your old age.”

Mirela grinned devilishly at her sister as Bianca’s fingers exited from Mirela’s cunny with a loud slurp. She could always rely on her irreverent younger sister to take the piss out of her when she grew too serious. Mirela reached down to grab both her ankles and pulled herself backward until her knees were up above and behind her head with her thighs still wide open. Without a single pubic hair to obscure the view, this angle revealed absolutely all of Mirela’s privates to Bianca. The soft, puffy pink lips between Mirela’s legs pouted with moisture like they were just begging for a passionate kiss. The wet gash glistening damply in the dim candlelight released aromatic pheromones that enticed Bianca’s powerful sense of smell. The puckered bunch of Mirela’s sexy little arsehole was cherry-red and bruised, still deep in the midst of recovery from the brutal pounding Mirela’s sphincter and anus received at the cock of the Defiler two nights before.

Bianca sat stunned and at a loss for words for a moment as she gazed upon the glorious vision before her. The greatest and most beautiful woman Bianca had ever known was lying back and exposing all of her body to Bianca while her devious expression dared Bianca to come inside. Bianca couldn’t glimpse such a treasure without tasting it.

Bianca leaned forward and pressed against the back of Mirela’s shapely thighs while her tongue slowly licked from Mirela’s twitching arsehole up through her flooded gash and then over the clitoral bud which had just peeked out to greet Bianca. She licked Mirela like a thirsty dog would from its dish of water or how a greedy cat lapped clean every last drop from a plateful of leftover cream. Bianca licked with long, laboriously slow lashes over the locations in and around Mirela’s cunny that her sister reacted to most sensitively. This woman truly had to be meant for Mirela with the way she instinctively knew where in Mirela’s cunny the most reactive tissues were located. Mirela mewled like a kitten as Bianca loved her the way no partner had for a very, very long time.

Bianca pulled herself back and held Mirela firmly in place as she slowly pushed her fingers back inside Mirela. Once embedded, she moved her taloned digits back and forth within Mirela far more roughly than before. Bianca’s claw-like fingers dripped Mirela’s juices when she reached back with a loud squelching exit. She curled her demon hand into a fist before punching it all the way inside Mirela, both of them knowing the vampire could take the punishment. Mirela screamed with shock and delight at the instantaneous stuffing of her womb and she reached back to grasp the rails of her big brass bed. Mirela planted the soles of her feet on the mattress and held onto the bed rails for dear life as she drove her cunny back against the alien fist pounding her mercilessly. She lifted herself all the way off the mattress in her attempts to meet those curled fingers and thumb head-on.

Mirela hissed, screeched, and purred like a distressed feline as she worked together with Bianca to achieve the fucking of a lifetime. Bianca sensed Mirela’s tremors increasing in frequency so she crouched forward to bite and suck on a clit that protruded even more prominently due to the stretching of Mirela’s vaginal passageway. Mirela screamed the loudest she had all night as a potent mixture of blood, decay and female ejaculate erupted black and thick around Bianca’s fist before splattering across her sister’s surprised face.

Bianca took the tainting of her facial features in stride and didn’t seem to mind the vile concoction though Mirela noted that Bianca deigned not to ingest the corrupting discharge. Bianca kept pounding her fist through Mirela’s climax until she felt satisfied that every drop of come that could possibly be coaxed from Mirela’s body had been messily expelled.

Both women panted for breath, exhausted as they were following Mirela’s climactic orgasm and the resulting comedown period. Mirela slid back down to the mattress with her spindly fingers still desperately gripping the brass railing behind her. Mirela gasped as more dark liquid spilled from her with a loud gushing escape when Bianca stretched open her cunny a final time, her arm straining with difficulty to exhume her demonic fist from the closing grave of Mirela’s clenched depths.

Mirela grabbed Bianca roughly by her hair and hauled her up to Mirela’s lips to give her a slimy, passionate kiss. After licking her sister’s cummy face clean, Mirela took Bianca’s hand and sucked dry every last one of Bianca’s sticky-wet claws. Bianca had only just begun to calm down from her ferocious taking of Mirela’s cunny but Mirela wasn’t through with her yet.

Showcasing her own inhuman strength, Mirela took a hold of Bianca, lifted her up and spun her around while they both fell back down to the bed with Bianca’s face in Mirela’s crotch and the blonde’s own groin hovering inches above Mirela’s mouth. Mirela grabbed Bianca by her hair and thrust her head down until her pouting lips met their counterpart between Mirela’s thighs. Mirela purred with satisfaction as she forcefully held Bianca against a cunny still drenched and reeking with Mirela’s vile black spend. There would be no escaping this time so Bianca went ahead and ate Mirela’s distasteful come before sealing her mouth over Mirela’s vulva and sucking on her pink inner tunnel. Mirela strained her neck to taste from Bianca’s terrific sweet bounty yet again and the sounds of their mutual licking, slurping, and moaning soon echoed about Mirela’s bedroom.

Figuring she had now allowed Bianca plenty of time to recover from blood depletion, Mirela kissed Bianca from her heated, dripping sex over her pelvis and buttock. Mirela kept kissing an errant path until she reached the meatiest portion of Bianca’s thigh right near the haunch where her buttocks and hip were indistinguishable. Bianca screamed in pain as Mirela’s razor-teeth gnashed into her flesh, chewing through skin, fat, and muscle until Mirela’s sharp fangs opened a new well to Bianca’s femoral vein to drink from.

This time, the excruciating pain lasted a far shorter period before that familiar euphoric feeling took control of Bianca’s senses and dismissed all her resistances only to replace them with lustful, unthinking compliance. Realizing with dismay that she had ceased pleasuring her sister out of petty concern for her own well-being, Bianca dove back into Mirela’s cunny while her sister drank the life from her. Bianca consumed plenty of Mirela herself as she nibbled, chewed, and devoured the beautiful pink tulip whose black-dewed petals had blossomed wide open for her.

Mirela felt the rush of Bianca’s heavy, aroused breaths over her cunny as pleasure overwhelmed her sibling. Escaping liquid poured from Bianca’s overexcited cunny as Mirela fed from her, the vaginal fluids spilling uncontrollably from Mirela’s chin and neck down past her collar and chest. Mirela reveled in Bianca’s warm bath showering over her and this scrumptious dessert was enticing enough to tempt her away from the main course. She smeared Bianca’s blood all over her sister’s crotch and bottom as she replaced her mouth upon Bianca’s cunny where she drank from the center of Bianca’s source while her sister bled uninhibited. Mirela had never seen a woman juicing with such a heavy, voluminous flow that Mirela’s urgently exercising mouth struggled to capture all of it.

Mirela returned to the blood meal in Bianca’s thigh for a time before going back and forth between that blood-well and the gushing fount of Bianca’s womanhood. Bianca loved every second of it as her pleasure increased exponentially each time Mirela switched between one of her body’s liquid sources until the clamor of her ecstatic screams echoed throughout the manor.

Mirela licked higher to swipe her tongue up and down over Bianca’s sweaty, smelly, come-drenched arsehole. She loved the ripe stink of her sister’s wet anus just as much as she loved tasting any other part of her soulmate’s body, more so knowing how much dirty Bianca delighted in having Mirela’s mouth affixed to her filthy derrière. Bianca’s relaxed sphincter flexed her arsehole open and the entirety of Mirela’s long, wiggling tongue slipped deep inside Bianca’s compromised rectum once again. Mirela’s lips sucked hard on Bianca’s anus with her writhing tongue still firmly embedded up Bianca’s arse while she rammed four fingers into Bianca’s loose, slick cunny. When Bianca felt the tip of Mirela’s lengthy tongue licking her rectal walls from the inside she exploded again.

Bianca came more times than she could count before Mirela managed to climax again, her massive, uncontrollable orgasms leaving Mirela’s entire body above the waist glistening with her clear, thick discharge. It was rare indeed for Mirela to orgasm more than once during a feeding but knowing it was her beloved Bianca giving Mirela both sustenance and mind-blowing sex sent Mirela over the edge.

This time Bianca had no choice but to swallow Mirela’s foul black liquid as she pushed her cunny onto Bianca’s parted lips and spurted vileness right into her open mouth. Bianca choked on Mirela’s corruption at first but soon thereafter drank all of Mirela’s decay pouring out from her cunny. Once Mirela had drunken her fill from Bianca’s thigh she directed all her experienced oral attentions upon Bianca’s cunny which soon gushed with finality over Mirela’s mouth. The sisters held each other close for a long time with their sodden, sweltering crotches still in each other’s faces and unspeakable fluids still clinging to their skins.

An hour later, the sisters lay curled together beneath the blankets in Mirela’s bed. Their earlier exertions had made them too excited to find any sleep but also too exhausted to continue their frivolities. Neither of them had to speak aloud to communicate what this experience meant to them and what it meant that their naked bodies were wrapped around each other in the bedroom where Bianca used to run to crying as a girl at every crack of thunder or flash of lightning. The very same room where they first consummated the love that had always existed between them, even though they dared not speak of it. Also the same room where Mirela rejected her only opportunity to embrace true love and so initiated a chain of events that would eventually damn them both.

Though sleepless, Mirela shut her eyes and sighed with relief at the feel of Bianca’s warm body next to hers. For as long as she could remember, Mirela only knew comfort in the moments immediately after a feeding when stolen blood still coursed hot through her veins but such pleasures were ever fleeting. But the rise and fall of Bianca’s breasts expanding and deflating against Mirela’s chest with every deep breath and Bianca’s golden hair tickling Mirela’s face and neck, now these pleasures had permanence.

After a long period of silence, Mirela asked, “Do you still remember Mama and Papa, Bee?”

“Of course,” Bianca replied. “Like it was yesterday. Papa was a hard man with his servants and business associates but he always had a ready smile for his daughters. And Mama… she was a hard woman also. I think she’d been battered and made bitter by a life she never really wanted. Too many pregnancies and far too many dead children. But I never doubted she loved us, though she refused to show it of course. Why do you ask?”

“I have no memory of their faces any longer,” Mirela whispered. “For you it feels like only months since they were killed but for I the distance in time has become so much greater. They would be devastated to learn what has become of their children.”

“We can always be better,” Bianca told her sister as she curled her arms tighter around Mirela’s midsection. “Why else are we still here if not to turn away from our wickedness and walk back into the light? We’ve not given up yet and that at least would make Mama and Papa proud.”

Mirela thought on this for a moment until Bianca broke the tension by asking, “Do you remember the time Mama caught us playing one of our kissing games?”

“Lord, she was the most furious I’d ever seen her,” Mirela said with a laugh.

“Because you kept your hand on my bum the whole time while she screamed at us and turned red,” Bianca reminded Mirela.

“Could you blame me?” Mirela said mischievously as she pinched Bianca’s supple left cheek then soothed the affected area with a gentle rub. “Besides those were no mere games, no matter how much we tried telling ourselves otherwise.”

Both sisters laughed uproariously and for a short period found themselves transported to a different place and time.

After their giggling subsided, Bianca asked seriously, “Do you still pray, Mellie?”

Mirela scoffed at her sister then chuckled with mirth as she snidely replied, “We both know I never do that. Don’t be foolish.”

“You were once the most faithful and devout Christian I’ve ever known,” Bianca disagreed. “An honest woman of goodness and mercy. She may have retreated but I don’t believe that woman has fully perished.”

“That woman died a long time ago,” Mirela insisted. “If there truly is a God, that deity has abandoned me. Prayer achieves nothing and not an ounce of goodness or mercy resides within me. The only kindness I can possibly muster for anyone is for you and that is only because of the improper familial relationship we share.”

“We both know that’s not true,” Bianca replied with her own snide comment. “The Mellie I know and remember is still in there. Tonight I saw her true face again.”

“I truly hope you’re right,” Mirela sighed as she tired of this argument.

“So what made you decide to betray your brethren?” Bianca asked. “This is the only time I’d argue for disloyalty being an act of goodness.”

“I have no pretensions of there being any goodness remaining in my soul,” Mirela replied dismissively. “The truth Bianca is, I’m tired. So terribly, terribly tired. I’m sick of the feeding, the murdering, the lying, the manipulating, even the fucking. I’m not acting now out of any sense of love or redemption but only out of deepest hatred. The only desire left in me is to burn it all down, destroy everything I’ve built and slay the ones who I’ve been closest to for these last centuries. I would scorch this world to a cinder if it meant gaining my revenge and I would stand above the ashes of all I knew and regret nothing. And should I fail, at least I will embrace the mercy of death and finally will face the eternal punishment that I deserve.”

For the first time tonight, Bianca actually feared her sister and what she was capable of. Mirela started her monologue sounding weary and broken but by the end her voice held a furious, evil tone while she casually discussed the destruction of her cabal. The Dark Queen had emerged again. They remained in silence for several minutes and before Bianca could give further answer to Mirela, the black night outside filtered gradually into the dull bluish-gray of twilight that announced the imminent arrival of morning. Bianca noticed the change in color and shook her sister by the shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you be concealing yourself to evade the light?” Bianca wondered.

“The trees of the surrounding forest are dark and numerous enough to provide coverage from the sun’s ultraviolet rays,” Mirela answered. “Some radiation seeps through but not enough to cause more than a mild sunburn. That is partially the reason this manor has been made the Turenau cabal’s secondary base of operations. The extensive coverage will allow us to make our preparations for the last segment of our journey even while daylight reigns. But for now we should rest while we can.”

Bianca laid her head over Mirela’s naked chest, the faint light turning her hair an amber hue as the long, silky tresses spilled across Mirela’s breasts. The vampire’s torn flesh had nearly been restored after bullet wounds tore nasty, ragged holes in Mirela’s torso only a few hours before. Mirela healed so rapidly Bianca almost thought she observed the sinews mending themselves when she stared long enough.

“So it will be tonight then?” Bianca asked, her eyes wide open with fear and concern in spite of her exhaustion.

“This evening as the sun sets, the moon will rise in its fullest glory,” Mirela intoned as she stared at her bedroom window off into a far east distance that only she could visualize. “Tonight represents a confluence of celestial bodies with a religious significance. On the night of the last full moon before All Hallow’s Eve, a light most radiant and pure will shine more powerfully in opposition to darkness than at any other time in the lunar cycle. There will never be a better time to infiltrate Sidexes, the fortress of evil. One way or another, my love, this ends tonight.”

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE