Redeemers of the Fallen 7

Chapter 7: Barriers

Pale, bright moonlight cast an eerie illumination upon the overgrown, decrepit dirt path leading through thick layers of twisted wood and bramble that eventually opened into a wide expanse just before the bottom of a stark cliff-side. The full, shining moon beaming majestically above the two wanderers eased the sight of their traversed path but increased their need for stealth and caution with the lunar glow nearly triumphing in its battle with the oppressive black of night.

The chill of the Autumn night misted their breath as the two women pushed aside the branches of yellowing and reddening foliage blocking their path forward. Mirela and Bianca spent most of their day in preparation for this journey, waiting until the day grew dark enough for Mirela to travel beyond the comforting dim of the forest surrounding her beloved childhood home. What had once been a week-long journey by horse-drawn carriage now took them less than three hours by motor.

Pierocent manor burned a fiery yellow and red behind them as they departed. If the conflagration caught the evil black wood that enshrouded the estate on fire as well then all the better. Bianca kept turning back to witness the raging inferno and she wept silently as their childhood home collapsed in a heap of smoke and flame. Mirela never looked back once.

Mirela stared into the distance at Castle Sidexes shining in all its tarnished glory with blazing torches placed in every window and doorway. The spiked towers and tall black spires stretched toward heaven in a grim mockery of the celestial heights. The roaring flames in every opening made the exterior of the black castle glow with a burning red light. Mirela looked up in perplexion at the evil lair that had seemingly been prepared in advance of their arrival. None of the floodlights or other modern light fixtures were in use, only the simple technology that existed back when the Pierocent girls first fell into darkness.

Mirela and Bianca trotted the last few miles of the trek on foot, abandoning their jeep with the knowledge that in the still, quiet forests and mountains surrounding Sidexes a motorized transport could be heard up to five miles away. The only signs of habitation found along their off-beaten path was a large family SUV left abandoned by the side of the mottled dirt road. The driver of the vehicle must have encountered some engine trouble considering the hood had been left propped open. After peering inside the windows and finding the SUV still loaded with luggage that had yet to be looted, Mirela greatly feared for the former occupants of this vehicle but already guessed what their dire fates had been.

Bianca wore sensible clothing for a battle with heavy combat boots, a black tank-top that covered the heavy, armored vest she wore underneath, a sports bra to immobilize her large, bouncing chest, and athletically-fit leggings that clung to her tightly while still providing a comfortable range of movement. A kerchief tied around Bianca’s neck concealed her neck wounds from the evening before so only the gaunt, pale pallor to her cheeks revealed any evidence to Mirela’s unholy indulgences. Fortunately, the demon blood warming Bianca’s veins prevented her from feeling weakened by the willing theft of her vitality.

Mirela saw little point in dressing any differently than usual, choosing to wear one of her favorite black, skimpy, skin-baring gowns that looked more suited for a ball than an intrepid mission. Her modest cleavage was emphasized by the low cut of her bust and the hem of the short dress terminated inches above her knees. The only alteration to her typical evening wear was the switching of her usual black high heels with a pair of light slippers that had small gripping claws built into the soles. Despite the luxurious and limiting fit of her clothing, Mirela had no problem keeping pace with Bianca and showed no sign of tiring from the exertion of hiking up and down hills of thickly forested wilderness while carrying a heavy pack on her shoulders.

The sisters marched in silence until they reached the face of the cliff wall juxtaposed against the inaccessible eastern side of Sidexes. Due to the nearest mountain’s composition, one side of the castle had been built facing a sheer cliff that spelled certain doom for any army attempting to reach the summit from that direction. The bones of long-forgotten laborers, soldiers, priests, heretics, wayfarers, and other cliff-dwellers had gathered in this place for centuries and were strewn all about the floor of the whispering plain at the foot of the mountain.

“Here we are,” Mirela announced as she removed her pack from her shoulders and set it on the ground. “Ready for a climb?”

When Bianca turned toward her sister she was struck dumb for a moment by the way the shimmering moonlight both highlighted and accentuated the pale beauty of Mirela’s sylphic features and her eminently kissable dark-red lips. Bianca’s heart went all aflutter and her knees turned weak when she suddenly recalled every naughty thing they did the night before. It took a long minute before Bianca regained the capacity for speech. Mirela didn’t even notice Bianca’s moonstruck flight of fancy.

“When you informed me of a secret entrance into the castle, this was not exactly what I had in mind,” Bianca said as she grunted and threw her heavy pack to the ground then turned the pouch upside down and emptied its contents onto the dirt. “How did you even learn of this way?”

Tightly coiled lengths of rope, grappling hooks, heavy iron picks, chain links, a belt, seat, and more were dumped to the ground. Mirela emptied her pack to retrieve an identical set of items then felt along the cliff wall until she found one of the dangling ropes and winches she’d rendered invisible using a simple enchantment years ago. She felt pleased with herself that the illusion still held true after all this time. Mirela tied all her equipment on and assembled a pulley system that would help lift her up during the treacherous ascent up the cliff wall.

“I had this secret entrance constructed when I remodeled the interior of the castle years ago,” Mirela explained. “No one else living or undead is aware of its existence.”

Bianca worked silently with careful diligence as she attached her own gear to the second pulley system Mirela had located and she readied the belt and seat that would help keep her secured aloft while she made the dangerous climb.

“So what happened to the workers who built this secret entrance then?” Bianca wondered after she’d finished.

Mirela narrowly avoided rolling her eyes in disbelief at her tough younger sister’s surprising naivety. “Whose bones do you think are the ones resting at the bottom of this cliff?”

Bianca nodded in confirmation of what she’d already suspected. The elation of having her sister restored to her and finally making love to her after repressing their feelings for so long made it easy to forget the thousands Mirela had slain during her long existence. The men who worked on this castle were nothing more than obstacles to Mirela, easily disposed of once they’d served their purpose. Bianca shivered uncomfortably as she pulled her rope tight and she prayed that the changes observed in her sister recently were of a kind variety and not motivated purely by revenge.

“Ready?” Mirela asked.

Bianca nodded her agreement and soon they were swiftly but carefully scaling the cliff-side, both women using their extraordinary reserves of strength to pull themselves up the sheer rock wall at a faster pace than any mere human could achieve. Bianca fell behind as Viteza scabbard-ed behind her back made climbing more of a struggle but with an extra burst of effort and the help of her pickaxes she caught up with her sister. Bianca froze when she heard echoing from the other side of the mountain a loud whirring noise of an origin wholly unknown to her. The cacophony sounded similar but not alike to an airplane’s roaring jet engines.

“Shit!” Mirela cursed loudly. “Get up against the cliff quick! Make yourself as flat as possible!”

The sisters did just that, grabbing the nearest jut of rock to use as a handhold and pressing their bodies flat against the cliff-side. They nervously watched from the corners of their eyes as the noise grew louder and nearer until a helicopter rounded the side of the mountain. The aerial machine shined its spotlights directly upon the ground where Mirela and Bianca stood only minutes before. The chopper hovered for an extended period as it searched for any signs of trespassers.

Nervous sweat poured down Bianca’s forehead, soaking her hair and burning her eyes as she fought the urge to wipe the moisture away. The tightly clenched palm of her human hand was starting to blister around the rope while her demonic limb held strong. Finally the helicopter turned and tilted nearly sideways as it flew round the cliff near enough that Mirela and Bianca felt air rushing by them during its passage. Fortunately, the pilot did not perform more than a cursory inspection of a cliff-side thought to be unscalable. Both sisters breathed easier once the helicopter flew out of sight until the rude noise of its transport slowly diminished.

“I knew having that helipad constructed was a mistake,” Mirela admonished herself.

“That was very close,” Bianca whispered with fright as she hung onto her rope for dear life.

“Luck is on our side tonight, Bee,” Mirela told her sister with a smile. “With you by my side I feel I can accomplish anything!”

Bianca strained herself across the cliff wall to reach Mirela’s lips and after the whisper of a kiss she laughed and began climbing again, leaving Mirela behind. Her sister chuckled at Bianca’s playful, competitive nature and hurried after her.

Within minutes they reached the summit where Mirela previously installed two pulleys anchored to the foundation of the castle. The illusion concealing this system could only be perceived by day when Mirela’s principal adversaries would not dare to look. Crude holes fashioned into the stone wall of the structure were linked to an ancient plumbing system that disposed of sewage from the castle, leaving the wall above them an ugly, stained color. Bianca understand now why no one bothered to guard this side of the fortress.

With the point of the pick axe firmly embedded in the stone leveraging her body weight, Mirela hoisted herself up by the grip of her rope as it turned through the axle double-bolted to the castle wall. Mirela’s dress billowed wildly beneath her and gave Bianca a tantalizing glimpse of her sister’s gorgeous legs and black underwear as the wind from the high elevation swept over them. Bianca shivered from the chilly breeze though the cold hardly affected her undead sibling. Though Bianca’s wear had been dusted grey with detritus from the climb, not a single particle of dust stained the dark, shimmering fabric of Mirela’s revealing dress.

How does she pull it off, Bianca wondered with a rueful shake of her head.

Mirela rapped her fist upon the stone wall of the sewage-stained eastern side of Sidexes until she heard a hollow noise from within. Bianca watched with utter fascination as Mirela gritted her teeth hard and shoved one of the unyielding bricks inward until a clicking noise sounded. A door cunningly fashioned into the brick swung open with a loud grating noise. Bianca looked up nervously at the nearest illuminated tower worried their infiltration would be seen or overheard but this mode of entry never figured into the enemy’s defensive plan. The fools.

“My own design,” Mirela said proudly as detached her equipment from the pulley and led the way into Sidexes. They weren’t even bothering to retain their climbing gear. Either they would be walking out the front of the castle’s black gate at the end of tonight or else they wouldn’t be walking out of here ever again.

Bianca followed closely behind as she marveled at Mirela’s genius. How long had she been planning this betrayal? Or perhaps she simply planned ahead for any contingency. The passageway inside the hidden door was dark and crudely built into the stone. They crawled on their hands and knees like they were spelunking through a dank, claustrophobic cavern until they reached a dim light shining through the edges of the door at the end of the secret tunnel. Mirela turned another hidden switch then hurled her shoulder forward with all her strength to open a door that had never been opened before. The concealed exit from the secret passageway was flung outward and Mirela led the way into the evil lair where the Pierocent girls first met their doom.

Bianca’s black eyes adjusted to the sudden change in brightness as they emerged from the passageway into a long hallway illuminated by flaming braziers and rows of wall-mounted torches. The natural firelight glowed dimly and lent a sinister, menacing quality to the ancient corridors of this evil home. Old and exquisite tapestries and rugs furnished the hallway and overall the building looked far cleaner and well-maintained than the crumbling ruin that Bianca recalled, no doubt a result of Mirela’s tasteful influence.

Though Mirela had electrical lighting installed throughout every area of the castle except for the crypt during its recent modernization, none of the overhead fluorescent lights were working. Mirela tried flipping a switch on the nearby wall only to find all the electrical mains had all been de-energized

While there were fewer cobwebs than Bianca remembered and the cracked stone in the walls had been patched over, Sidexes still looked precisely as it had when Bianca and Mirela first arrived here long ago. The evil here was ancient and undying. The eerie castle sounded deathly silent at the moment but both women knew all too well the horrors that stalked these terrifying halls during the long, dark nights in Sidexes.

Bianca was never one for hysterics but even she had to combat a surge of panic threatening her composure as she peered down the very same corridors where the worst kinds of atrocities had been committed against her and her family. Instead, she noisily swallowed that discomforting terror and banished it down to the pit of her stomach. Bianca reached back and unsheathed her sword with a loud shink, gripping the hilt of her gleaming blade tightly in both her human and demon hands. This time she would rather die and take as many of these fiends with her before being captured and abused again.

“We must make for the crypt, my love!” Mirela called to Bianca as she raced down the hallway. “We’ve no time to waste!”

Bianca quickly followed behind Mirela, rushing through the twisting passages of the castle’s darkened hallways but stopping short upon their arrival at the main receiving hall where a mass of vampiric soldiers stood guard. Since the cabal wasn’t concerned with any ambush from the easterly direction of the sister’s secret infiltration and they had watchers on every tower plus helicopter reconnaissance, the soldiers were all lounging lazily and blissfully unalerted to Bianca and Mirela’s presence. None of them anticipated that a hidden entryway would drop their adversaries practically right on top of them without warning.

“Is there another way that doesn’t go right through them?” Bianca asked after leaning her head into the hall’s entryway to scout within. “They have many.”

“You know what Bee, I’m through with hiding and sneaking around,” Mirela said determinedly as she drew two handguns from God knows where and cocked them with synchronized clicks, priming her silver-loaded weapons for lethal use. “I’m ready to kill some motherfuckers. The rest of the world will miss these ugly bastards even less than I will.”

Mirela used the barrel of one her handguns to indicate the largest, strongest-looking soldier and told Bianca, “That one is Malachi. I would consider it a personal favor if you made him suffer first before ending him. Have a care though, his skill in battle is quite legendary.”

Bianca readied her blade in an offensive stance and declared, “He’s never fought one such as I before.”

Mirela grinned and kissed Bianca full on her luscious lips.

“Ah, but there is none such as you,” Mirela replied.

On Mirela’s signal, Bianca dashed into the hall behind a hail of silver bullets that took down the first wave of unsuspecting guards while Bianca slashed her way through the second level. Limbs and organs splattered about her as her silver blade ripped through undead meat and strew the unsavory flesh all across the hall, splashing blood and other silver-burnt body parts all over the bloodstained carpet and furnishings. Bianca wanted to conserve her energy for future battles and decided she would only imbue her sword with demonic enchantments again if necessary. At this point she didn’t need to.

Bianca’s unrelenting advance was stymied only when Malachi’s blade met hers after the vampire blocked aside one of Mirela’s ricocheting silver bullets with the flat of his blade then swung his arms down to turn aside Viteza as it sliced toward his throat. Malachi’s brute strength and aggressive drive pushed Bianca into the defensive and she found herself backed into a group of advancing soldiers holding long, wickedly-shaped knives. Bianca turned to meet this threat though doing so would leave her flank exposed to Malachi’s heavy black broadsword. Another round of calamitous gunfire burst from Mirela’s guns as she strafed across the room, dropping the group of approaching soldiers before they ever had a chance to close upon Bianca.

“Fire your weapons! Kill the demon bitch!” Malachi bellowed as he parried Bianca’s furious counter-assault, the flat of his sword barely meeting the demoness’ attacks in time to avoid the separation of his wrists or neck.

Bianca feinted for Malachi’s head then dashed away in retreat before bullets from the vampire’s machine guns ricocheted with blue sparks off the stone wall that Bianca stood in front of mere seconds ago. She ran with such exhilarating speed that her light feet tread upon the wall while she ran sideways through the hall, leaping over the chimney of a fireplace and a mantle in an effort to outrun the bullets screaming for her flesh.

Vampires were riddled with bullets in the crossfire but since these rounds were not composed of silver they continued firing at Bianca without hesitation or a single thought given to their damaged bodies. Bianca leapt back down to level ground with another slash of Viteza through the nearest vampire’s midsection. The female undead screeched with pain as Bianca’s sword sliced clean through her body and the woman toppled over as her torso slid apart from her waist with all her internal organs separating and spilling out of her upper body.

Though the Dark Queen was decimating the ranks of Malachi’s soldiers, he was unfortunately subject to strict orders from his master Şarpe to not damage the Queen excessively during her capture. One of Mirela’s guns clicked empty so she hurled the pistol away with all her strength, nailing a vampire right in his face and crumpling his visage as his fangs were knocked out. Mirela kept firing with her one loaded gun while the soldiers un-engaged with Bianca tried reining in their betrayer. They attempted to detain her using heavy nets and snares attached to the end of long poles but a mere flick of Mirela’s finger slashed through netting right before the trap encompassed her and a simple gesture of her hand snapped rods in half whenever the snares grasped for her neck. Malachi had seen the Dark Queen work her magic before and he greatly feared and respected her power. Yet based on those previous experiences, Mirela almost seemed to be holding back her full strength for some reason the elder vampire was still uncertain of.

Malachi barely had enough time to contemplate this before the blonde was upon him again, the half-demon relentless in her angered blood-thirst. Rarely had Malachi faced an adversary with such strength and skill, his parries barely diverting the woman’s cursed blade from slicing through his throat. The fury she fought with was intimidating even for the powerful and long-lived vampire, her teeth gnashing and her voice snarling as she methodically tested Malachi’s every defense for a weakness. Their swords clanged with a loud, ringing echo every time steel met silver.

Realizing by now that he was only marking time until his inevitable defeat, Malachi rejected any submittal to dying while on the defensive and instead decided to undertake an aggressive counteroffensive. The blonde retreated backwards from his assault as she assumed a defensive posture to help ward against Malachi’s powerful two-handed attacks. Few of the vampires from Malachi’s cabal still remained alive but he attempted to force his opponent toward the last remainder so the blonde would become trapped between him and his soldiers. The Dark Queen had emptied the clip from her last gun and now stalked the edges of the hall where she evaded further attempts at capture.

Underestimating his opponent’s agility, Malachi fell for Bianca’s feint to the left and before he even realized his mistake Malachi’s sword and hand were separated from the rest of his body just before his head was lopped clean off his shoulders. The elder vampire’s headless body geysered blood from the stump of its neck as it slumped forward and fell ignominiously to the floor.

With their leader dispatched, Bianca easily bested the remaining undead soldiers and only moments later she used a tunic ripped from one of the vampire’s corpses to wipe clean the fouled blood staining her sword. Bianca allowed herself a moment to catch her breath though Mirela looked no worse for wear despite the bullet hole in her left shoulder. She didn’t even seem to notice the wound trickling blood down her arm.

“He was good,” Bianca admitted to her sister with an apologetic sigh. “I’m afraid I had no real chance to make him suffer first.”

“No matter, we must hurry for the crypt,” Mirela said with desperation as she gazed out one of the tall, ornate stained-glass windows and viewed the current position of the moon’s lunar orbit. “The night is wasting fast.”

The sisters looked at each other with alarm when they heard the clamor of several heavy footsteps stomping in the distance.

“You go on,” Bianca insisted. “I’ll divert them from the entrance to the crypt and keep them busy until you’ve completed your part of the mission.”

“But Bianca…” Mirela said worriedly as she clutched the front of Bianca’s shirt and pulled her close. “What if this is the last time…”

“Fear not, my love,” Bianca assured her. “I wouldn’t dream of dying without seeing your lovely pale cheeks again.”

“I will hold you to that,” Mirela said. “Oh, and Bianca? If you should find Şarpe..?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Fuck. Him. Up.”

Mirela and her younger sister shared a grin and a quick smooch before Mirela reluctantly turned away and withdrew from her heart’s desire. As she departed from the hall, Mirela suddenly stopped to lift the back of her black dress up high enough to expose those aforementioned pale cheeks to her sister. The thin strip of flimsy material comprising the rear of Mirela’s skimpy black thong covered her arse-crack but hardly anything else. Mirela bent her spine ever so slightly while pushing out with her hips and arse, making her big-cheeked bottom the most prominent feature in the room while she waved her sexy white buns back and forth to Bianca’s utter shock and delight. Then Mirela daintily lowered her dress, twisted her head back to blow Bianca one last kiss, and dashed away from the hall without another word.

Bianca stared after Mirela, still stunned speechless by her sister’s uncharacteristic display. Finally she threw her head back and cried out, “God, I love this woman!”

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Mirela crept silently through the darkened hallways of Sidexes, the torch-lights flickering constantly as an eerie breeze agitated the flames mounted in rows along every stone wall. Seeing the castle furnished as of old again reminded Mirela far too much of when she was a human stalking these haunted corridors and searching in vain for her missing sisters. Perhaps that was the intended effect.

As Mirela expected, the massive iron double-doors leading down to the crypt had been left entirely unguarded. Because the tomb’s entrance was locked firmly shut and no items of true value were hidden below, Şarpe saw no use in wasting minions by assigning them to guard what was essentially his bedroom. Just as she had done so terribly long ago, Mirela produced from the pocket of her dress an old iron key with its bow fashioned into the shape of a grinning skull. She inserted the key into the keyhole and turned the skull to the right until the doors clicked loudly and swung open of their own accord to reveal a gaping mouth of shadow. The dark staircase within led down to where a faint light shone below.

Mirela took a deep, calming breath then descended down the long flight of stairs that drew her deeper into the black heart of Sidexes. Candles placed in every corner and mounted upon each wall lit the dank crypt brightly as Mirela emerged from out of darkness. A musty dead smell infected Mirela’s nose while the cool, damp air chilled her skin. The coffins of all her fellow Turenaus and the members of their cabals were organized into a pattern that winded around the perimeter of the room along with an inner circle of more ornate stone tombs. Oddly enough, one of these inner coffins was conspicuously missing with a noticeable gap in the configuration of the tombs that had been arranged in the shape of the Turenau family seal. It didn’t take long for Mirela to realize it was her coffin missing. Normally it rested right beside Şarpe’s so they would be near to each other even when they weren’t dining together or sharing their bodies with each other.

Mirela shuddered as she recalled all the sick and terrible ways she’d allowed Şarpe to use her. He was after all the first man to ever touch her sexually and despite her immense power Mirela had never fully escaped Şarpe’s dark influence which constantly pushed her into becoming a crueler and more evil person. She had no choice left but to destroy him and break the odd spell Şarpe held over her ever since he first bit Mirela at the same time he forced his giant prick inside her. For too long Mirela had felt enslaved to a cock that with its immense size was one of the only things that still made her feel.

Unsurprisingly, Şarpe’s coffin was empty as were the rest of the tombs in the crypt. They were all above, hopefully reuniting with a certain silver blade they hadn’t seen the likes of since the Seventeenth Century. Mirela wondered what she should read into the fact that her coffin had been removed and now Loredana’s tomb was shoved next to Şarpe’s. She ignored this perplexity for now and ventured to the side of the crypt that was adorned with ancient stone columns that predated not only the crypt but the castle itself. A large mural had been painted on the wall between those columns by the hand of some unknown, long-forgotten artist.

The mural described in pictorial form the story of how Nicolae Turenau turned back the invading Mongol hordes with the aid of a demon who granted the knight power enough to destroy his enemies but only after exacting a terrible blood price. However, this painting revealed far more than just the history depicted, namely what was secreted behind the mural.

Mirela curled her hand into a tight fist and focused all her power until her hand punched clean through the thick layer of painted stone. Mirela’s fist emerged through the crumbling barrier into a void of pure, empty dark. She ripped the rest of the wall enough away that light snuck in through the opening to reveal a set of ancient granite steps leading down into the darkest cavern Mirela had ever seen.

Mirela stepped tentatively onto the top ledge of the staircase, testing its firmity first before exploring further downward. Though crudely fashioned, these stairs maintained their structural integrity even with a set of feet climbing down them for the first time in nearly eight centuries. For it was below that old Count Turenau descended deep into the Earth and bargained with the Demon-Lord who slumbered far beneath the grounds of Sidexes, the castle that would become the high seat for the worst supernatural evil ever visited upon this world.

Mirela’s fear and anticipation mounted as she undertook the second step then continued ever lower down the ancient stairwell until she was consumed by the pure darkness below.

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Bianca’s seized the throat of the nearest vampire and lifted him into the air as if he were lighter than a sack of turnips. The beautifully handsome young vampire flailed helplessly as Bianca’s demonic limb collapsed his windpipe before she threw him hard enough against the wall that the back of his head dashed against the hard stone. His scalp crushed open and a dark-pink liquid seeped from all the newly-made cracks in his skull into his stylish blonde hair while his dead eyes stared back sightlessly. This second wave of vampires were of Loredana’s personal cabal and a smaller stature overall than Şarpe and Malachi’s group. So far they had failed to even scratch her, let alone slay her.

These fiendish bloodsuckers were too accustomed to preying on helpless humans. Bianca possessed speed, strength, and agility comparable and oftentimes even better than the vampires’ enhanced attributes and they were unable to compete with a true threat who was so highly trained and dangerous. They fought far too tentatively from fear of Bianca’s blade which with one slice could sever or tear their flesh permanently, causing injuries that even the Vampyr’s formidable regenerative capabilities could never undo.

All of a sudden a bright light flooded the dining hall, blinding Bianca and making her cover her eyes with the bent elbow of her forearm as a helicopter appeared outside the tall curtained windows that stretched up to the vaulted ceiling. The loud whirring of the helicopter blades deafened the hall as the aerial machine hovered just outside. The vampires remaining inside the hall ducked for cover as the helicopter’s guns opened fire, the heavy shells obliterating the fine stained-glass and various priceless antiquities as the flying vehicle committed an all-out assault on Bianca’s position.

In the center of the hall rested a long oaken table that Bianca sat and dined at once in the company of her sisters and the Turenaus before they discovered the sinister nature of their vampiric hosts. Bianca lifted the dining table with her demon hand and grunted with exertion as she threw the heavy furniture onto its side. She jumped down to hide behind the makeshift barrier and barely escaped the barrage of bullets spraying the interior of the hall. The wood was thick enough that most of the shells were unable to penetrate through the grain but Bianca expected a bullet to break through and mortally would her at any second. Another danger Bianca noticed were the vampires creeping around the edges of the hall well out of harm’s way as they completely surrounded her. Their survival depended on disarming Bianca of Viteza as quickly as possible but the blonde demoness has no intention of allowing them success in that endeavor.

Acting purely on instinct, Bianca waited for the rapport to end then jumped to her feet and faced the hovering copter. Black lightning raced up and down her arm as she curled her demon hand into a fist then watched with amazement as the helicopter shuddered with violent vibrations. Bianca tilted her hand to the right and noticed the aerial vehicle moved correspondingly, the copter tipping halfway over and dropping unsecured members of its crew thousands of feet to the bottom of the mountain.

Beads of sweat rolled down Bianca’s forehead and the salty residues also sweated through her underclothing as she grunted and strained with great exertion as if she were actually lifting up the helicopter. She swung her arm to the side and watched the helicopter move helplessly along with her action in synchronicity until the vehicle crashed against the side of the nearest mountain. The resulting explosion was so large and powerful that it shattered whatever windows remained intact in the hall and Bianca could feel the flaring peals of roaring heat even from indoors.

Bianca picked up the table which was wider than four men set end-to-end and threw it at the three vampires approaching her, the heavy furniture pinning them to the wall and making it all too easy for Bianca to slice the edge of Viteza across their screaming throats in one wide slash. Amused and somewhat impressed by the vampires’ rugged determination and willingness to sacrifice themselves so easily, Bianca continued eliminating all those who challenged her. They attacked first in twos, then threes, and then fours in an attempt to overwhelm her but Bianca’s strength and skill with the blade in combination with her infernal powers proved too great a threat for her adversaries to overcome.

Once she’d finished off the last of the cabal, Bianca leaned against her sword planted into a crack between the stone cobbles and panted heavily. Now that the adrenaline rush of battle had worn off, Bianca realized how utterly exhausted she was. She thirsted mightily as well after previously draining her water-skin but wouldn’t dare foul her body with any of the liquids to be found in this castle.

“How many of these devils remain?” Bianca wondered aloud as she gasped for breath. “I must have slain almost three score by now.”

Torchlight danced wildly as a cold breeze entered the hall. The draft chilled Bianca’s bones when she heard whispers on the wind. Bianca looked up and became transfixed by two figures standing beside each other at the far end of the hallway directly before her. The figure on the left was a powerfully-built man with immaculately styled brown hair who wore the finery of ancient Romanian nobility. Even from a hundred paces away, Bianca could detect the impudent sneer curling the man’s full red lips.

On the right was a stunningly beautiful woman with voluptuous curves and countless freckles dotting her features. Her gorgeous bright-red hair had been pulled into an updo that still left several curly tresses falling over her shoulders in ringlets. She wore a transparent green negligee that matched her striking eye color exactly and perfectly fit the Classical sculpture of her breasts, torso, legs and posterior. The thin fabric transparently revealed succulent round nipples that poked through the silken material. The nightgown proudly displayed the deep, sensuous crack of the woman’s plush bottom from behind as well as the prominent pubic cleft of her shaven mons from the front. For the first time in centuries, Bianca looked upon the appealing form of her younger sister.

Though she felt near to collapsing from exhaustion, Bianca stood up straight, tall, and proud as she lifted Viteza until the tip of her blade pointed straight toward Loredana and Şarpe in challenge. The elder vampires had planned on combining their efforts in order to entrap Mirela and take her captive but they hadn’t anticipated the miraculous return of Bianca Pierocent. Şarpe and Loredana glanced at each other then looked back at Bianca covered in blood and gore with the separated limbs, torsos, and heads of her enemies piled into mounds all around her. The vampires swiftly turned and split off to run in opposite directions down the “T” intersection of the hallway.

Bianca cursed as she doggedly raced after them. She followed the path taken by Şarpe rather than Loredana’s; she wasn’t prepared to deal with her fallen sister quite yet. Bianca turned the corner and caught a glimpse of Şarpe escaping with a right turn at the next intersection of the twisted, confusing layout of this insane castle.

“Eduard Şarpe!” Bianca shouted after him as she commenced her pursuit. “Face me, you coward!”

xxxxx

Mirela cursed when she nearly toppled end-over-end after taking the last step and suddenly finding her feet planted on level ground. She held her unsteady hands out into the unknown void stretching endlessly before her to help reorient her sense of gravity and proportion. When Mirela turned back and looked above, she couldn’t even see the light from the crypt at the top of the stairwell. She must be thousands of feet below the Earth’s surface by now. Using a hand upon the cool cave wall to help guide her way, Mirela bounded along the outskirts of the only passageway forward until her hands met a barrier with a smooth metallic face. Her fingers explored this seal until she felt certain the door had been constructed by man rather than occurring naturally.

Mirela twisted her hand around and opened her palm facing upward. A dim blue flame rose from the center of her hand which provided just enough illumination to better view the sealed entrance blocking her forward progress. Exquisite scroll-work made using evil demonic runes covered the exterior of the tightly sealed barrier. No hinge, lock, or switch was detected anywhere on its face. Mirela hadn’t truly known what to expect when she ventured down here and never anticipated such a deterrence. As she studied the handwriting of the script more closely, Mirela almost thought she recognized the author of the script that had been etched into the metal doorway.

“Greetings, niece.”

Mirela spun around to face the source of that whispery, craggly voice, her mind already conjuring a half-dozen spells and countering enchantments preparing for any contingency dependent on the nature of this new threat. She turned to see a pale, ghostly visage drawing near her though the slowly approaching figure meant her no apparent harm. At least not yet.

“Show yourself, spirit,” Mirela demanded.

Mirela gasped when she recognized the black-shrouded apparition. The grim, frail-looking figure floated into the light to reveal the pale, sickly visage of the old Count Turenau. She only met the family patriarch the one time before Bianca destroyed him but Mirela could never forget the face of the world’s first vampire. Nicolae Turenau had been a handsome man once, a brave and noble knight so devoted to his kingdom and so loyal to his men that he destroyed himself and his entire family in order to save them. The ravages of extreme old-age and the evil that twisting his features lent Turenau a ghastly, ghoulish appearance much closer to how Mirela always imagined vampires should look rather than when they assumed the beautiful and charismatic aspect projected by fiends like Şarpe and Loredana.

The dead vampire’s eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, his scalp entirely bald with long, tapered ears pointing straight upward, and his skin fallow and mottled with signs of decay. Sharp, ragged teeth lined both sides of his mouth when he smiled grimly at Mirela. All things considered, Turenau didn’t look so terrible for being first undead for over four hundred years then actually dead for roughly the same amount of time.

“Count Turenau,” Mirela said respectfully. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Or anywhere, for that matter.”

“The Countess Vivianna and I constructed these seals to prevent any foolhardy cultists or adventurers from infiltrating beneath Sidexes and accidentally awakening the Demon-Lord,” Turenau explained in a raspy, bone-chilling voice that reminded Mirela of nothing more than the crunch of dead leaves being crushed underfoot. “Our spirits were tied to the barrier’s enchantments and ever since my demise I have long waited to see if any would ever be foolish enough to try communing with the Fallen Lord. Do you believe this course to be a wise one, Mirela?”

“Not particularly,” Mirela answered bluntly.

Turenau grinned a crocodile’s smile and said, “The guardian of each barrier will allow you to pass only after exacting their price first. To this end, Vivianna and I alone will determine who we consider worthy enough to supplicate themselves before the Great Lord.”

Mirela sighed wearily and said, “Tell me your price then, Turenau. I have little time to waste.”

Turenau’s ghostly form glided in a slow revolution around Mirela as he looked her over from every angle. Strangely enough, Mirela didn’t feel particularly threatened by the Great Father of the Vampyr. He may have destroyed her family but he never intended to do Mirela any personal harm.

“Do you know why I first chose you, Mirela?” asked Turenau. “Why I plotted to bring you to Sidexes and make you my bride?”

“Your sister,” Mirela answered him. “Elisabeta Turenau, later Elisabeta Pierocent. I was told that I resemble her.”

“You do more than just resemble her,” Turenau scoffed as he turned to face Mirela directly. “Yes, your features are nearly identical to those of your ancestor but I’m wholly convinced you possess the very same soul as Elisabeta. I see her in your powerful will, your unshakable composure, your remarkable intelligence, and in the vulnerable nature you hide because your strong emotions and sensitivities make you defenseless.”

“You know nothing of me,” Mirela retorted.

“Ah, but are we not both cursed to possess a forbidden, unspeakable love for our own sisters?” Turenau countered with his devious, knowing smile.

“But your evil is what turned Elisabeta away from you,” Mirela argued. “Not your love for her.”

“Just as your evil has turned your precious Bianca away from you. We’ve both lost the one we loved and held most dear. We are more alike than you realize.”

Mirela smiled to herself. For as much knowledge as the Count possessed he was not omniscient.

“There was a price mentioned?”

“A simple thing,” Turenau said dismissively. “A trifle, easily parted with.”

“Out with it,” Mirela grumbled, already mentally preparing herself to perform a sexual favor for this evil, disgustingly decrepit old man.

“A kiss and nothing more,” Turenau promised. “I wish to feel my dear Elisabeta’s lips touching mine one final time before the last vestige of my spirit departs from this world entirely.”

Mirela laughed with disbelief. “A kiss? That’s the worst punishment your diseased mind can formulate?”

“It is all I ever wanted,” Turenau admitted with a shrug. “You should have ruled at my side as Countess Turenau with your sisters as your ladies-in-waiting. I like to think we would have found happiness together but such an end was not to be. Now I must settle for this parting gift.”

“Very well, I accept your price,” Mirela immediately replied.

Turenau grinned lecherously as his dark form enveloped Mirela. Incorporeal arms folded Mirela into an embrace that she experienced as if it were real though no solid matter ever touched her skin. Turenau’s dry, cracked lips pressed against hers, drawing warmth and moisture from Mirela as they kissed. Supposing the old ghoul wished to receive a true kiss, Mirela opened her mouth and fought back a cringe as Turena’s long, snakelike tongue flicked inside her parted lips and wriggled its way down into her throat.

Mirela placed her arms around Turenau and kissed him passionately in return, for once embracing the darkness within herself as she sucked the eldest vampire’s prehensile tongue into her mouth. She shared a tainted bloodline with the great-uncle snaking his long tongue down her throat and Mirela understood now that her family had been cursed ever since Turenau first walked this passageway. Her own degradation and corruption were horrifyingly inevitable in retrospect and now Mirela had to contend with the fact that an intrinsically sick part of herself enjoyed becoming a vampire and all the evil depravity such an existence entailed.

The twisted portions of Mirela’s mind welcomed every single degradation inflicted upon her during her fall. She defied God and the Christian faith that abandoned her to the worst evil in the hour of her greatest need. When she prayed for deliverance for her and her sisters, Mirela was instead cast away by her deity and made into a wretched, corrupted version of herself. The sanctified temple of her virginal body was utterly defiled and worse she enthusiastically invited those violations, had reveled in them even. Since that first staining of her soul Mirela had lied, stolen, raped, tortured, and murdered without hesitation and without any consideration for her victims.

Mirela experienced a powerful surge of sexual arousal as she kissed the vampire more deeply and allowed the creature’s tongue to lick and twist around inside her throat. Turenau’s ghostly apparition held Mirela by her arms familiarly without ever touching her body. Embracing this evil within her kept Mirela mindful that even in her once-pious self something dark and twisted lay hidden deep inside her just as something pure and good still improbably existed somewhere hidden within Nicolae Turenau. These dualities perplexed and intrigued Mirela as she considered them.

Mirela almost thought she was onto something, something crucially important but before she arrived at any revelation Turenau’s tongue withdrew. Both vampires breathed heavily once Turenau broke the kiss, their passions inflamed but unconsummated.

“Thank you, Elisabeta,” Turenau whispered. “You will face two more seals before reaching the evil that slumbers beneath this mountain. No matter what happens, I will always love you. My Elisabeta, my sister, my heart.”

Turenau’s spirit receded from Mirela as it faded back into the darkness, leaving her alone to contemplate whether the apparition had been a true vision or if the all-encompassing darkness of this unlit and claustrophobic cavern had caused her to hallucinate. As if in answer, rock and metal ground together and rumbled with a noise that echoed loudly down the passageway. The barrier before Mirela groaned and creaked as it slowly swung open to allow Mirela access to the inner portions of this deep, dark cavern.

Mirela took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare herself for whatever might come next. She summoned her tiny blue flame again, her little guide in the darkness, and followed the azure-lighted tunnel down into the heart of a mountain.

xxxxx

Bianca pursued Şarpe through a section of the castle she didn’t recall from her one brief stay at Sidexes. Or perhaps this wing had been added during the eon between her visits? The already grim black stone of Sidexes took on a morbid quality as Bianca sighted skeletal remains left discarded on the floor or tucked into crudely built niches on the wall. A second crypt? The smell of death and decay only grew worse the further Bianca ventured into this unknown section and the corpses she found started to become more and more intact. Some of the kills looked only days fresh though all were torn apart or decayed beyond most recognition.

Bianca rushed through a corpse-filled room that smelled like a chattel house with her sword held aloft and readied to swing right through the thick cords of Şarpe’s neck as soon as she caught him. She had him in her sights right now, standing in the far doorway at the end of the room with his hand held out in a halting gesture.

“Hold, Bianca!” Şarpe yelled to her as she neared.

Bianca wasn’t about to fall for such a silly ploy and she proceeded further while Şarpe cackled, “I warned you!”

Bianca watched Şarpe depress a button on the nearby wall and immediately an iron portcullis slammed down to the floor not only in front of the doorway separating Şarpe from Bianca but also the entrance-way behind her. Trapped. Groans of pain and misery echoed throughout the room as rotting corpses wearily rose to their unsteady feet and pinned their dead eyes upon the warm flesh of the nearest living soul.

These poor souls were once the servants of the castle, mostly women trafficked from Eastern Europe who were forced to work in abhorrent conditions by day and then serve as nutrition for their vampire masters at night. Once their bodies had been used-up and their blood all sucked dry these corpses were interred here to await a time when they would be called to perform a second service for their masters. Bianca once fought creatures such as these but those ghasts numbered a score or less. These monstrosities filled the entire room and despite their lumbering speed and their rotting feet and legs, they were rapidly surrounding her.

Bianca’s expression twisted with disgust as the walking corpses shambled toward her with their rotting arms outstretched. Their deathly moans filled the air and the lower jaw of one of the more decayed ones detached completely when it attempted speech through it ruined vocal cords. Putrid entrails spilled out of holes in their bloated stomachs as the undead lumbered awkwardly in search of the solution to their hunger.

Bianca backed away from their grasping hands in the direction of the gate that Şarpe hid himself behind like a rat. She grabbed at the iron trellis that blocked the exit with her demon hand and shook it violently but the metal gate was built strongly enough that the entire doorway would have to be ripped out of the wall. Şarpe giggled at Bianca’s plight.

“Something funny?” Bianca growled at him.

“I was just recalling how many of these lovely creatures Mirela and I sucked and fucked back when they were still alive and human,” Şarpe chuckled. “Many of them were quite beautiful once.”

Bianca looked back to see how close the undead were to her now. While most of their bodies were decayed beyond recognition, some still retained the dress of their station. Skimpy, revealing maid’s uniforms and short miniskirts that provided easy access to their privates were apparently the standard uniform for the female servants. The long, wispy-haired ones with sagging, decayed breasts moaned when they sighted a fellow woman. Even the more intact bodies were splattered with their own blood and missing large portions of their faces, necks, or torsos. Black tongues flitted out disgustingly from the ruined spaces of these zombie’s destroyed skulls as their rotten brains imagined the taste of warm meat again.

“Surrender your weapon and I will release you,” Şarpe promised. “This is your final chance.”

“Never!” Bianca sneered as she pulled harder at the gate. She managed to bend its metal frame but couldn’t summon the strength needed to tear it open.

“Very well,” Şarpe told Bianca. “Though I have a notion that dining in my fine company would be much more enjoyable than spending the evening with them.”

Bianca raised her demonic fist and threw it open to spear a fiery lance of nasty infernal spell-work right into Şarpe’s pretty face but when she cast the spell it dissipated harmlessly around the vampire.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Şarpe admonished her. “No cheating, demoness. That was infernal energy I detected, was it not? Very powerful, too. I see my dearest Mirela did not see fit to make you whole when she exorcised the demon possessing you. She wanted to use you still. What remarkable foresight from such an admirable woman.”

“Do not presume to speak my sister’s name, you curr,” Bianca growled with rage before turning from Şarpe to slice apart the first zombie maid who came within reach.

The hideous creature before her oozed putrescence from the missing top half of its face though its surprisingly intact mouth screeched loudly as a powerful swing of Viteza separated its reaching arm right at the shoulder. With a second slash the creature’s head joined its arm on the floor. Bianca saw with horror that the headless torso and legs of the creature continued shambling toward her along with the separated arm which used its bloodied, bent fingernails to drag the rest of the limb behind it. The head lying on the floor looked up at her through its empty eye sockets and screamed with jealous rage at Bianca’s mortality.

Bianca kicked the next attacking zombie aside with enough strength to collapse the creature’s chest and send it flying across the room where it knocked over another set of undead. The horrors were near enough now that they surrounded Bianca in every direction with their cold, gray hands reaching out for her. She dodged their clumsy attacks and sliced easily through waists and necks but no matter how many Bianca disabled there were always more to replace them.

Already fed up with these endless hordes pouring down upon her, Bianca curled his demon hand into a fist of dark lightning and saw fire reflected in her black eyes as one of the zombies ignited with an eruption of flame emanating from within the monster’s chest. The squealing noise made by the combustible creature as it helplessly flailed its skeletal arms proved these things still experienced pain. Bianca threw the spontaneously burning monster into another group of zombies which all flamed alight as dusty rags and rotted flesh provided a most suitable kindling.

Flames spread in a domino-like effect that consumed the zombies one-by-one until the smoke and stench of blackened flesh permeated the air of the room. Bianca pulled the kerchief tied around her neck up to cover her nose and mouth and ward off the smoke and more crucially the pungent scent. She fought her way through the panicking mass of incinerating undead until she reached the opposite end of the room. Now that she had the time to concentrate, Bianca imbued her blade with additional strength and fortitude first before hacking at the metal gate until the arms of the trellis separated to create a hole large enough for Bianca to fit through.

Bianca turned back to view the conflagration that threatened to consume the castle if it spread much further. As much as she would love to see Sidexes burnt to the ground, Bianca would much prefer that such an event occur when she was outside the building. Bianca curled her fist again and the living flames were snuffed out one by one with loud rushes of oxygen. Only a few zombies were still left standing though these survivors had been charred into horrifyingly unrecognizable shapes.

Şarpe had long since disappeared and Bianca cursed herself for falling so easily into his trap. Bianca grabbed the serrated metal bars and bent them aside far enough to allow for her exit. Bianca looked from left to right, sniffing the air cautiously before picking a direction and dashing along that chosen path. The hunt resumed.

xxxxx

The light of Mirela’s blue flame reflected off a metal surface to reveal evidence of the second barrier just ahead. The impenetrable wall looked nearly identical to the first barrier she’d unlocked though the demonic script written above the entryway read a different phrase that exhorted untold doom and suffering unto anyone foolish enough to pass through this seal. Mirela ran her hand along the smooth edifice wondering what she would need to do this time in order to coax the impassable gate into opening.

A gleeful woman’s laugh from behind made Mirela spin around in alarm. This new face before her was yet another one Mirela knew well. The figure in shadow stepped into the dim blue light to reveal a pale woman of stunning beauty. She had long, straight black hair that fell past her skinny waist, a set of full blood-red lips, and a curvy, voluptuous build with wide hips and a large bottom. The upside-down triangle neckline of the woman’s long black dress plunged all the way down past her navel. Her bountiful breasts threatened to spill her right out of the tight, clinging fabric covering her chest with every deep exhalation of her breath.

Vivianna had been Turenau’s Countess when Mirela first arrived at Sidexes and in addition to being a cruel, sadistic vampire she was also a powerful witch. The Countess was the one who conjured the bestial demon who possessed Bianca during the hellish ritual that removed all autonomy from Mirela’s beloved little sister and destroyed the person Bianca used to be. Vivianna kept Bianca chained like a beast while she controlled the infernal spirit using Bianca like a puppet and manipulating her every thought and deed.

Vivianna detected the spark of magical ability hiding within Mirela immediately upon their first meeting and she took it upon herself to train Mirela as a fellow practitioner in the dark arts soon after turning the innocent, pious young woman into an evil, undead creature of the night. Mirela became a total slave to the Countess during her apprenticeship, serving Vivianna’s every whim sexual or otherwise. The Countess particularly enjoyed making the once-faithful Christian woman fuck and suck the ugly, vile demons summoned by Vivianna on the regular. The foul debasing of sweet Mirela was done purely for the Vivianna’s benefit so the summoned denizens of Hell would grant the witch access to their infernal energies in exchange for using and abusing Mirela’s mouth, cunny, and arsehole.

Mirela bided her time patiently for decades, dutifully kneeling before Vivianna whenever commanded to spread apart the lips of her Mistress’ cunny and stick her tongue deep inside that vile, corrupted opening. She sucked long, fat demon cocks in her mouth and guzzled so much infernal seed down her throat that it leaked from her holes in volume. Mirela received their barbed and spiked penises into her rectum without protest all while she quietly built her power.

Once the Countess realized Mirela’s abilities had grown beyond her control, Vivianna tried to destroy her student but was killed in the attempt. After the destruction of her teacher and rival, Mirela ascended to become the matriarch of the Turenau family and eventually assumed the title of the Queen of Darkness as an acknowledgement of her immense power and the strength of her corrupt influence.

Now the very same woman she obliterated stood before Mirela with her lips curled into a wicked smile that showed her sharp fangs. Vivianna had been a formidable woman as well as a passionate, demanding lover. Mirela sometimes regretted the necessity of destroying her.

The blue light contained in the palm of Mirela’s hand untethered from her person. The sapphire flame floated up into the air and hung just below the ceiling to illuminate the passage underneath the mountain. Vivianna chuckled at such a mundane use of Mirela’s intimidating magical ability.

“You’re looking well, Vivianna,” Mirela said by way of greeting. “I can’t say I’m surprised to find you here.”

“This is the best I’ve felt in ages!” Vivianna shouted with an exultant cry. “For a short time I am free of that dreadful place!”

Mirela lifted her brow curiously and in response Vivianna huffed, “Oh, you know exactly where I speak of. You’ll join me there eventually, just like everyone else. Maybe we can even be bent over side by side so we can hold hands and kiss while demons rape and torture us for eternity. It would be nice to have some human company for a change. Tell me Mirela, have you ever wondered what it feels like to be violently torn apart piece by piece and then reconstructed? Strangely enough, the reconstitution is infinitely more painful than the rending.”

“I have it on good authority that the Dark Lord himself intends on adding me to his personal collection once I’ve fallen into the Pit,” Mirela told the Countess.

“Ah yes, the great Dark Queen of the Vampyr,” Vivianna said with a mocking tone. “Lucifer does like playing with his powerful toys, doesn’t he? But you should know that once he tires of abusing, violating, and humiliating you, more than likely he will choose to break you utterly then have you transformed into a succubus or some other minor demoness. A pity that I apparently have millennia of ruin to look forward to before I’m afforded such an honor.”

“You bore me, Countess,” Mirela said bluntly. “Tell me more about the construction of these barriers. I recognize your signature all over the spell-work sustaining them.”

Vivianna wore a sour expression but nonetheless she relented to Mirela’s demand for information. “Nicolae wished to prevent all seekers from accessing Beelzebub’s resting place beneath the mountain. Studiers of the occult and other Devil-worshipers could determine the location of the Demon-Lord if they were clever enough so we created a set of three seals that could only be opened with the express permission of Nicolae and I. The seals were bound to our spirits rather than our bodies, affording us the opportunity to grant or deny access through them even in death.”

“A masterful enchantment,” Mirela told Vivianna with genuine admiration. “The most impressive I’ve seen.”

“So you think flattery will open this seal for you?” Vivianna asked with disdain.

“No, but it was worth the attempt,” Mirela said with a shrug.

“You intend to banish the wayward Demon-Lord back to Hell, do you not?” Vivianna asked. “Personally, I don’t believe his presence can be dispelled that easily but I also have no wish to stop you in pursuing this foolish path. More than likely you will be obliterated and I for one shall revel in your downfall. It makes we wet just thinking that our reunification is at hand. I’ve missed watching your sexy arse getting fucked by a host of demons and I happen to know quite intimately that a certain goat-headed Demon-Lord is still feeling very sore about the way you treated him after he showed you such generosity. Baphomet knows how to repay those who have wronged him.”

The indecent smile worn by Vivianna as she casually discussed Mirela’s future rape and abuse chilled her former apprentice to the bone.

“The other possibility of course is that you succeed and inadvertently upset the political landscape of the nether realms, throwing Hell into absolute chaos and civil war. I must say I’m tremendously excited to see either result!”

“So you will allow me to pass unhindered?” Mirela asked hopefully.

“Not so fast,” Vivianna halted Mirela with her devious, conniving smile. “I never said anything about ‘unhindered’. Before I open this seal, I desire to see the great and mighty Dark Queen down on her knees and begging me like a servile dog first. You remember how I like it.”

Mirela sighed with exasperation but obeyed Vivianna’s directive immediately by falling to her knees with her head bowed. She honestly had expected this result as soon as Vivianna materialized and she remembered well the kinds of perverse games the Countess enjoyed playing. The cold, rocky cave floor scraped Mirela’s shins and knees as she arrayed herself supplicantly before the Countess.

“Mistress, oh won’t you please let me through?” Mirela whined beggarly as she wrung her hands together. “Please Mistress, I’ll do anything you want.”

Mirela reached down and pulled her skirt above her waist, showcasing her long, sleek legs and the front of her skimpy, sexy black underwear. She ripped her panties to the side to bare the succulent pink lips of her shaven cunny at her former teacher.

“Do you like it, Mistress?” Mirela asked with a simpering voice very unbecoming of a Queen who possessed such dark magical power. “My slutty pink cunny belongs to you and only you. Oh please, tell me you like it!”

“Show me your tits,” Vivianna demanded while licking her lips obscenely at the wanton display Mirela made of herself. “Pull your dress down so I can see.”

Mirela made a whiny noise but complied by tugging the straps of her dress off her shoulders and peeling the tight fabric downward until her pale chest was bared. There wasn’t much there to speak of though based on her lecherous grin Vivianna immensely enjoyed the sight of Mirela timidly exposing herself.

“Play with them. Slap your tiny titties and pinch your nipples.”

Mirela did just that, squeezing and caressing her slim bosom with both active hands while silently despairing over how much time this embarrassing situation had already wasted. Unfortunately, the barrier took greater strength than just Mirela’s to unseal so she had no recourse but to obey Vivianna readily and hope the delay would not become too prolonged.

Vivianna had her dress lifted above her waist so her fingers could access a bare-shaven cunny that was among the most delicious Mirela ever sampled. The witch worked her fingers over her squishy-wet mons and moaned at the titillating sight when Mirela began slapping her own breasts with loud smacking noises in between hard pinches of her nipples that made Mirela emit uncharacteristically girlish squeals.

After another moment of this, Vivianna barked, “Didn’t I order you to beg like a dog? Must you be housebroken again? I thought we went through this the first time I trained you!”

Mirela rolled her eyes and hastened to obey the command of her Mistress. After all this time, she still hadn’t forgotten the silly games Vivianna made Mirela play during her training. It was never enough for Vivianna to merely dominate or control her, the Countess had to utterly humiliate Mirela as well. Mirela sighed as she sat up on her knees with her elbows pulled back tight to her body while her wrists hung limply in front of her. She stuck her tongue out and made thirsty panting noises in between the high-pitched whines coming from the back of her throat.

Vivianna rubbed her fingers more roughly over her protruding clit while she watched and enjoyed the entertaining sight of such a proud woman degrading herself for Vivianna’s viewing pleasure.

“My, what a beautiful vision before me,” Vivianna remarked. “Such a cute doggie. Now bark for me, curr. Be my good girl.”

Mirela seethed inwardly as her throat made inhuman yipping and barking noises that were nearly drowned out by the witch’s riotous, delighted laughter. Vivianna clapped her hands together giddily.

“Look at the mighty Dark Queen now!” Vivianna said mockingly. “Returned at last to the state she belongs in: a dirty, horny little bitch that loves getting fucked. Attend to me, Mirela, just like in the old days when you knew which cunt owned you. Oh no, don’t get up, you stupid, silly child. Come to me by slithering on your belly like the pathetic worm you are.”

Mirela rendered herself prone upon the rocky floor and shuffled awkwardly forward using her fists and elbows to drag the rest of her body behind her. Vivianna threw her head back and brayed a witch’s cackle as she watched the dust and ancient crumbled bones that powdered the cave floor covering Mirela’s skin and dress in a fine layer of soot. As soon as she arrived at Vivianna’s feet, Mirela jumped back up to a sitting position with her tongue hanging out and a begging, submissive expression accompanying her empty gaze.

“Such a good girl,” Vivianna said appreciatively as she gave Mirela a pat on the head and stroked her fingers through Mirela’s long hair like she truly was petting her lapdog. “Are you going to be a good pup for me?”

Mirela smiled and nodded her head up and down vigorously while panting heavily and wagging her tongue, silently hating herself and this wicked Countess all the while. Vivianna tangled her fingers in Mirela’s hair and roughly pulled Mirela to her crotch. The pungent, womanly odor of Vivianna’s moistening cunny invaded Mirela’s nostrils from this close vantage.

“Sniff my cunny like a good bitch,” Vivianna commanded. “Relearn the scent you knew so well.”

Mirela sniffed the sharp odor of the long-dead Countess whose mastery over arcane magic had managed to temporarily resurrect her hell-bound spirit. Vivianna’s scent was just as intoxicating as ever. Despite her intense hatred for the woman, Mirela would never deny that Vivianna was a very sexy and inventive lover. Mirela stuck her pointed nose into Vivianna’s slimy gash and flared her nostrils as she breathed in deeply the smell of the Countess’ inner body.

“Such a good girl,” Vivianna moaned as Mirela’s nose played in and around her vulva. “You were always my greatest feat, Mirela. A perfectly obedient pet and a depraved little slut who would fuck or suck any man, woman, or demon I told her to. Your appetites for blood, cunt, and cock were insatiable. You were the most talented student I ever instructed in the use of witchcraft, sex, and corruption as weapons. If you had but known your place we could have stayed happy together.”

Mirela looked up into the purplish eyes of the Countess and held that gaze while she prepared to extend her tongue and lick it inside Vivianna’s juicy slit. But first the witch pulled back and slapped Mirela across the face hard enough that her pale skin reddened a dark pink hue. Mirela used her tongue instead to lick up the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“That’s for killing me, you uppity bitch,” Vivianna growled before grabbing Mirela’s hair again and yanking her adversary’s mouth back onto her cunny.

Vivianna groaned deliriously as Mirela’s long tongue snaked its way inside her, the prehensile wriggling from side-to-side and up and down as it slowly entered Countess Turenau’s plush pink recesses. As Mirela lapped hard against Vivianna’s soggy cunny her tongue stretched and flexed within Vivianna’s soft, slickened tunnel every time it penetrated through the vulnerable opening of Vivianna’s welcoming flesh. Mirela’s hands caressed their way up Vivianna’s thick, sexy thighs in the direction of her slobbery cunny but Vivianna batted her limbs away before Mirela had a chance to touch.

“No hands, pet.”

Mirela dutifully held her hands behind her back as she pushed herself into Vivianna’s sweltering crotch, grinding her face hard against the warm, rushing tears of Vivianna’s weeping sex. Mirela sold the moment to try and bring the Countess off sooner, loudly slurping with exaggerated noises and heavy breathing and grunting to simulate enjoyment of her mouth being sexually assaulted.

“You little bitch,” Vivianna said viciously. “You fucking slut. Eat it just like that. Fuck, you still remember just how I like it.”

Vivianna cried loudly enough to echo her ecstasy through the cavernous passageway as she gripped the sides of Mirela’s head hard enough to make her skull ache. She held Mirela firmly in place as she slowly and methodically spread the product of her juicy cunny all over Mirela’s forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth, and chin. Mirela ensured her tongue would be ready and waiting with every pass to dip itself inside the honey-rich hole of Vivianna’s wandering blossom.

“This is where you belong,” Vivianna declared as she used Mirela’s mouth with a brutal disdain for her former charge’s well-being. “Where you’ve always belonged. On your knees with your face getting wet with my cunt, serving my body and bending yourself to my will.”

A powerful sense of relief and the intoxication of a vengeance fulfilled swept through Vivianna’s being the same time her cunny burst into Mirela’s mouth. Her student’s steady and persistent tongue ignited a fire within a body that had known nothing but pain without pleasure for a nearly eternal length. Vivianna made ragged, strained noises and she cursed blasphemous obscenities while her body trembled and contracted uncontrollably. The tension finally erupted when her womb squeezed out a hard-earned come that sluiced into Mirela’s squealing mouth. Thick black slime oozed down Mirela’s throat before Vivianna’s jerky orgasmic motions spurted her repressed spend across the entirety of Mirela’s wincing face.

After a loud, beastial grunt and a final burst of hot, tainted nectar that left Mirela stained with sticky black goo from her forehead down to her chest, Vivianna relinquished her vice-grip upon Mirela’s skull and retreated backward with shuddering orgasmic aftershocks making her every step unsteady.

“You must be under some time constraint,” Vivianna deduced as her labored breathing slowed back to normal. “Normally your devilish tongue would tease me for hours before transporting my spend to its final destination in your whorish mouth.”

“I admit that I performed with some urgency, Mistress,” Mirela confessed before giving Vivianna a sly wink. “I hope you will forgive me. But can you honestly say my speed and tenacity diminished your overall enjoyment?”

“If I possessed the capacity for love I would be falling for you right now,” Vivianna said with a laugh.

“You’re an evil bitch,” Mirela told her former Mistress fearlessly now that she sensed their playtime had concluded. “But I’m an evil bitch too. I sometimes regret having to destroy you. I always kind of liked you, even if you turned out to be weaker than I expected.”

“A proud, impudent bitch to the end?” Vivianna said with a sly smile before her expression turned avaricious again. “Get back on your feet! And don’t you dare wipe my come off your face.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Mirela replied as she stood up and brushed the dust off her dress.

The dim blue light made the moisture clinging to Mirela’s face glisten and sparkle while she watched Vivianna and waited impatiently for her to act. The witch used both hands to make an odd gesture in the direction of the barrier and immediately the earth rumbled as the impenetrable metal wall separated into the bedrock.

“For such an enthusiastic and winning performance, I allow you passage,” Vivianna declared. “I will be very interested in seeing your condition once you’ve returned from Beelzebub’s sanctum.”

In her rush, Mirela had already made for the opened passageway but she turned and regarded Vivianna suspiciously for a moment.

“What do you mean by that statement?” Mirela inquired with a critical tone.

“Oh, nothing,” Vivianna answered with a conspiratorial smile before she covered her mouth and giggled like she already knew the punchline to a hilarious joke before the telling had been completed. “Change comes to us all eventually. Have a care with that crown of yours, Dark Queen.”

Mirela glared at the dead Countess and made an exaggerated show of wiping all of Vivianna’s juices off her face using the shoulder of her dress while the Countess chuckled at her meaningless act of defiance. Just as Mirela turned away to penetrate the second seal she looked back at the beautiful Countess Turenau one last time.

“Which spirit guards the third seal, Vivianna?” Mirela wondered.

Vivianna’s form had already turned incorporeal and was fading into oneness with the darkness behind her as the Countess’ spirit receded.

“Not even I know what you will encounter next, Mirela,” said Vivianna as even her voice began to diminish. “All I can guess is that the next guardian will be someone who is dead, someone who you knew well. We’ll meet again someday, Mirela. I’m sure of it. And then I will help teach you the true meaning of pain. Good luck down below, you absolute fool.”

Mirela stared resentfully at the spot where Vivianna’s spirit had manifested. With a frown and a muttering of curses and insults directed at her former Mistress, Mirela fled from the traumatic lingering memories of those dark days soon after her vampiric rebirth when she lost what little remained of her soul. Mirela took another deep, calming breath and marched deeper into the cavernous underground that would lead to either her ultimate salvation or her final damnation.

xxxxx

Bianca had lost Şarpe’s trail. The winding passageways and corridors of this twisted domain grew so similar in feature that she soon became totally lost. Bianca wondered if some enchantment cast upon this vile haven helped to confuse and obfuscate her senses. She had seen neither the living nor the dead for several minutes now and in her frustration she purposely tramped upon exquisitely expensive Oriental rugs with her heavy, mud-caked boots in an effort to cause a scene.

Bianca found a lounging room situated outside a suite of guest bedrooms but there was no sign of Şarpe or Loredana there. She stopped to catch her breath for a moment when she spotted a foreign object resting upon the couch in the middle of the room. Bianca lifted the toy up and stared into the false black eyes of a blonde pig-tailed doll which had pupils eerily similar to Bianca’s own.

An intense feeling of sadness darkened Bianca’s already black mood and the depression only grew worse the longer she looked at the doll. The name ‘Tessa’ had been scrawled beneath one of the precious doll’s feet. The child whom this toy belonged to must have loved it very much. As soon as Bianca thought she had run out of new reasons to hate these vampiric monsters, she always found another to add.

Bianca dropped the doll when she felt a cool breeze goose-pimpling her skin and heard sinister whispering from behind. She spun around to face the entrance. Nothing. But wait, was it coming from the side now? No, not a soul. Or behind again?

Rather than keep playing this silly game, Bianca chose a direction and sped off with Viteza at the ready. Glimpsed around the corner of the next junction was a flash of green and the wave of a woman’s red hair. Bianca detected movement behind her now but other than a glimpse of green silk and a pattering of footsteps nothing further could be seen no matter how quickly Bianca pursued.

“Enough of your tricks!” Bianca bellowed in anger.

Bianca strode purposefully through the corridor but stopped short when sweet, melodious laughter rang down the hallway. Laughter that Bianca recognized. Once again she had difficulty discerning where the sound originated from as the childish giggling seemed to come from all around her. Bianca closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. Then she followed the true source of the noise down more winding hallways until she entered a large room she hadn’t seen before.

Standing before her in a skimpy nightgown with a hand resting on her curvy hip was Loredana. Bianca’s redheaded younger sister smiled so broadly at Bianca’s arrival that her fangs showed.

“Bianca, I’m so happy to see you again,” Loredana’s voice rang like a chime. “I’ve missed you terribly during our many years apart.”

“That’s amusing,” Bianca replied as she lifted her sword with both hands and held the blade pointed at her sister. “I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Oh, I’m so disappointed to hear that,” Loredana said with regret while she eyed the musculature of Bianca’s toned arms and thighs with blatant admiration. “I’m so looking forward to becoming reacquainted with you, Bianca.”

While Loredana always enjoyed preying on the weak, she adored the challenge of taking strong, proud women and molding them, bending them to her will, then breaking them. No matter how much power or influence a woman might have, it mattered for naught once Loredana’s hand was up their cunny and her teeth inside their throat. After teaching them for long enough, strong-willed women eventually learned from Loredana what true vulnerability was.

Loredana had never known a stronger or prouder woman than her blonde older sister. She couldn’t wait to rape Bianca until her sister ejaculated messily, all while Bianca begged to experience Loredana’s bite again. The very thought made Loredana stain the bottom of her nightgown. However, that sword and that infernal hand complicated matters.

Before Bianca could offer the snappy comeback she already had prepared, Loredana turned and walked deeper into the large, darkened room that had been lit only with candles burning in each of the four corners. Lining each side of the stone room were tiny, barred cells which had been specially constructed to house their current inhabitants. Bianca noticed with shock that these horrifically small chambers were not empty. Hungry, feral creatures occupied each cell and they grabbed and shook at the bars imprisoning them. They snarled and hissed at Bianca with bestial, angry growls as she passed by them. Bianca couldn’t help noticing these vampires were uniformly naked and each of them possessed long, unwashed blonde hair of a color very similar to Bianca’s own. Aside from the occupants, the cells themselves were empty except for large piles of bones and some misshapen red lumps that had once been human flesh.

Loredana’s tight, clinging nightgown perfectly defined her plump bottom and the deep, sensual crack that split down the middle of her rump. The ample fat of her buttocks morphed and jiggled in time to her movements in an entrancing, almost hypnotic fashion. Bianca couldn’t help staring at the rippling flesh as Loredana walked with a hip-swinging strut that lifted her thigh and buttock on each side every time she took a step. Unlike the passion she held for her older sister, Bianca never felt any attraction to Loredana but had to admit her younger sister had a great arse made for fucking.

“Enjoying the view?” Loredana asked with a giggle as she reached back and caressed the round curve of her own behind.

Loredana spun around and leaned back against the nearest wall in a pose so provocative her heavy breasts spilled right through the plaited folds of her gown and drooped loosely over her robed chest. Bianca grumbled to herself at the fact that Loredana somehow looked sexier with her naked tits flopping out of her transparent nightwear than if she’d been entirely nude.

“You are probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” Bianca told Loredana honestly. “But there’s always been something wrong with you, Loredana. Something not right in your brain. It appears your poor disposition has only worsened since I saw you last.”

“You’re no fun,” Loredana pouted. “Will you at least come give me a kiss already? If you do, I’ll let you have a closer look at that bottom you were just admiring so intently.”

“Just be glad I didn’t sheathe my sword in your back while you looked away,” Bianca told her grimly. “The only concession I make to our former sisterly relationship is that I will only fight you face-to-face without employing any tricks or subterfuge.”

“You would harm your own sister?” Loredana asked with her mouth hung open and an aghast expression on her face.

“I fear you will leave me no choice,” Bianca answered. “That is, unless you surrender immediately and remove yourself from this conflict until Mirela and I have finished with Şarpe and the rest of his vermin.”

“Why should I let you have all the fun?” Loredana said with an evil, fang-baring grin as her elbow bumped a loose stone on the wall beside her.

Bianca tensed when she heard the loud clang of the prison bars nearest to the entrance slamming up into the arch of the doorway but no one emerged from the open cells. The brick that Loredana pressed inward must have been a cleverly disguised switch that initiated the opening mechanism.

“Whoops!” Loredana shouted with a laugh. “Silly me! Thank goodness those first cells were empty!”

Regardless, the imprisoned creatures clanked and pulled at the bars to their cells more loudly and urgently at the sound of nearby doors opening. They howled in anticipation of freedom with horrific and inhuman noises. Their rotting, neglected forms growled, gibbered, and begged with hunger for the fresh, nourishing warmth of Bianca’s blood and flesh. For some reason, Bianca feared these unsettling monsters more than any other Vampyr she’d yet encountered.

“Don’t you dare open another,” Bianca warned.

“Take one step closer and I release them all at once,” Loredana promised as she readied her hand to depress another stone.

“What manner of creatures are these?” Bianca asked with disgust as she looked over the bloodstained, unrecognizably human creatures clawing at the entrance to their cells. Their beast-like panting and snarling betrayed a desperate need to overtake Bianca and tear her limbs and organs apart with their bare hands before feasting ravenously upon her flesh.

“You don’t realize what these are?” Loredana asked with a harsh laugh. “Just look about and view your own reflection as you gaze upon Mirela’s Folly. Drink in the sight and see how well your lover was able to cope without you. Your beloved Mirela is insane!”

Nausea twisted Bianca’s stomach as she finally understood the origin of these creatures. When the demon possessing Bianca was liberated by Vivianna’s death and escaped from the Turenaus, Mirela took the absence poorly. She deliberately sought out women with characteristics similar to Bianca’s whom she took a personal interest in. Mirela inevitably transformed these women into her pet vampiric lovers but once she tired of them after a few years or decades she would move onto the next new reminder of her long lost love.

These screaming, howling beasts were the collateral refuse created by Mirela’s vain, desperate attempts to somehow replace the irreplaceable. Spurned by the Queen they so loved and cherished, these pathetic creatures were snatched up by Şarpe and Loredana who used them sexually and twisted them with dark magics when Şarpe used them to experiment with.

Cast away by Mirela once she became bored and sought new favorites for her to own, these once-innocent women became forlorn and fell under the dark influence of the Turenaus, gradually becoming even less human than the Vampyr. Şarpe made them into his pet bloodhounds but these mad dogs refused to stay leashed. Eventually they lashed out at their owners and started killing other vampires so they could consume their undead flesh. For the safety of all, these cannibalistic blondes were imprisoned and fed the barest scraps until they were driven insane by their unsatisfied hunger.

Already the eyes of these creatures were shot with blood and foamy drool dripped from their frothing lips all over their naked bodies. Sighting that their very personification was standing near enough for them to scent had inflamed their sense of greed and hunger. Only the unbreakable steel bars of their cells kept their teeth from tearing into Bianca’s neck and ripping out her throat.

“Don’t-” Bianca warned Loredana as the vampire’s finger lingered teasingly upon the master release button before pressing down on it.

“So clumsy!” Loredana lamented as she closed her eyes and laid the back of her hand across her forehead dramatically. “Oh, what have I done! I can’t bear to watch!”

Loredana exited through a secret passage that she locked audibly behind her as every cell in the block jolted open with a simultaneously portentous clang. Bianca raised Viteza defensively as a multitude of starving and insane vampires poured out of their prisons bounding on all four limbs, their screams echoing hollowly throughout a large dungeon that now appeared far too small. As nearly two dozen of the monsters converged on Bianca she saw now that other than similar hair and facial features these blondes possessed most dissimilar bodies from hers in terms of size and shape though the one standing up on her hind legs to face Bianca with an expression of seething and salivating hunger could have passed for her twin sister.

Blood and solid gore from their most recent feedings covered the naked bodies of the blondes and dried rust-red stains colored the underneath of their long, sharp fingernails. Their unkempt, bloodstained hair and the revolting odor from their foul, unwashed, partially-decayed bodies made Bianca’s stomach turn. Their inhuman howls and wolfish barking chilled Bianca’s soul as the monsters rapidly surrounded her position.

The first unlucky blonde to lunge for Bianca’s throat screamed pitifully as she lost both her hands and then had her chest collapsed inward by one mighty kick from Bianca’s boot that sent the creature flying backward. But there were so many of the monsters attacking that Bianca couldn’t keep all of them back no matter how frantically she swung her sword. Their hunger was so desperate that the blondes attacked with no sense of personal safety, their necks and limbs constantly encroaching within swinging distance of Bianca’s blade. Blood, organs, and other bodily appendages splattered and sprayed across the dungeon as Bianca employed her deadly sword but no matter how many she slew Bianca barely avoided their relentless attacks. Her failure was inevitable.

A cleverer group of blondes led by Bianca’s doppelganger waited until Bianca finished detaching the head from one of their sisters and while still in the midst of her downswing they swarmed Bianca and leaped atop her, knocking the wind from her stomach as her back make sudden, unexpected contact with the hard stone floor. The compression of the vampire’s writhing bodies atop her prevented Bianca from employing Viteza in her defense. The monsters kept well away from the poisonous alloy of her blade and instead focused on trying to separate Bianca’s sword arm from the rest of her shoulder.

For the first time since arriving at Sidexes, Bianca felt pure, abject terror. Her attempts to beat aside or block the blonde’s frenzied attacks had only to fail once and the animalistic vampires would be upon her. In their crazed, half-starved states Bianca knew that once these creatures got a taste of her they wouldn’t stop feeding until she’d been torn to shreds and her body consumed piece by piece while she still lived.

One of the snarling, gibbering creatures raked her talons across Bianca’s forearm, making the demoness howl with pain as shreds of skin and flesh tore away from her limb. With their claws slashing dangerously near to her throat and her desperation greater than ever, Bianca felt a powerful energy rising within her. Summoning the power to resist this grisly fate as a warm meal for monsters, Bianca curled her demon hand into a fist that crackled and sparked with pure energy. Bianca struck out with a concussive blast of sonic force that made the skulls and bodies of the blondes nearest to her collapse inward as the force of her counterattack crushed bone and muscle. The ones outside the range of the worst effect were blown backwards by the loud, booming release of energy.

Bianca threw her legs upward and leaped from her lying position right back to her feet, swinging Viteza around to behead the nearest dazed blonde as Bianca resumed a fighting stance. After loosing a loud battle cry to match the vampire’s wailing howls, Bianca lifted her sword over her shoulder and rushed at the remaining blondes while they still remained stunned from her raw display of pure infernal power. A few of them shook their heads clear as they recovered from their dazed state and they howled back at Bianca with their unsettlingly inhuman cries as they raced to counterattack.

With the help of her silver sword, Bianca helped redeem her sister of some of the mistakes and atrocities she’d committed these last hundreds of years. Slaying these creatures proved cathartic for Bianca as well. The vampiric monsters attacking her might have once been sweet, innocent girls but the results of Mirela’s psychological damage combined with her unquenchable bloodthirst corrupted these beautiful women into twisted and evil things. Bianca excised these bloodhounds from the mortal realm they no longer belonged to just the same as she excised them from the history of Mirela’s past crimes. Now that Bianca had been restored to her, Mirela’s tortured love no longer required these abhorrent physical reminders of their relationship and so Bianca sought to eliminate every last vestige of Mirela’s warped compensation for Bianca’s extended absence.

Bianca’s retributive violence didn’t cease until the very last of her doppelgangers had been slain. She couldn’t help from wincing when she slashed Viteza right through the face of her near-identical twin and almost cleaved this last vampire’s head in two. Bianca huffed with exertion as the battle closed and she wiped the blood of her enemies from her red-stained face. Her clothing was already soaked through with the bodily fluids of her adversaries. Bianca cursed with frustration that Loredana was already long gone.

Bianca tired of Şarpe and Loredana’s silly games. She wanted a real fight and to hell with all these fruitless attempts to bait or entrap her. After binding the gushing wounds on her arm that fortunately were not deep enough to affect her arm strength or mobility, Bianca decided she could delay no longer and made for the crypt to rendezvous with Mirela. She sensed that her sister would need her soon. Bianca strode across the pools of red fluid layered with thatchy strands of yellow hair that covered the entire floor of the dungeon as she journeyed straight into the jaws of the beast.

xxxxx

Mirela didn’t have to walk much further until she found the third seal. A dim red light originating from an unknown source had begun to illuminate the cavern through minute cracks in the walls and Mirela decided her conjured light was no longer necessary. The rock walls and stalactite ceilings of the cavern became more twisted the deeper Mirela ventured, the shapes almost grotesque in how they resembled grasping hands, fanged mouths, and moaning visages.

Once again Mirela found no apparent mechanism that would open the solid metal barrier blocking her path. She would simply have to wait until the solution presented itself. Mirela wondered how long she’d been down here already. Surely not more than an hour or two but time could be a tricky thing in this deep dark.

Mirela traced her fingers along the demonic script etched into the cool metal wall and intoned, “Please hurry. I don’t have very much time left so please let me through without delay. For good or ill, my destiny awaits beyond this passage.”

“What destiny is that, sister?”

Mirela spun around at the sound of the familiar voice behind her and covered her mouth with shock once the woman emerged out of the shadows. The dark profile belonged to Mirela’s youngest sister Bela, a dumpy, plain-faced young woman who inherited none of the beauty or other exemplary qualities of her older sisters, a fact which the youngest Pierocent girl forever resented.

Bela wasn’t ugly by any means. Her almond-colored hair was long and healthy and her face and smile were pleasant if unremarkable. Bela’s eyes were an expressive hazelnut-brown hue nearly identical to Mirela’s own. In fact, of all the Pierocent sisters she and Mirela were probably the most similar in both appearance and characteristics. Bela’s shape was rather larger than her older sisters’ however and the plain woolen dress she wore did no favors for the girl’s heavier figure. The dimwitted facade that Bela aired in public in actuality concealed one of the most craven, conniving minds Mirela ever had the misfortune of knowing.

Sweet, innocent Bela was the one who conspired with the Turenaus to have her own parents murdered then manipulated Mirela into delivering her family straight into the doom of Sidexes where the Pierocent family faced their ultimate destruction. Bela expected her beloved Şarpe to convert her to vampirism and take her as his bride to reward her for delivering her sisters into the clutches of the wicked Turenau family. Instead, Şarpe kept her human and a virgin so he could enjoy the taste of her untainted blood for decades. Though he didn’t penetrate her vaginally, Şarpe used Bela in every other conceivable way as many times as he saw fit.

The last time Mirela saw her sister alive, Bela had become a bitter, broken old hag enduring the unkind ravages of age while Mirela appeared more beautiful and youthful than ever after decades of regularly stealing and absorbing Bela’s lifeblood. Mirela vividly recalled the memory of slicing a knife across the throat of the sister who betrayed her entire family. Then she dined upon Bela for the very last time. Now Bela appeared before Mirela as her teenage self, healthy-looking and youthful just like before their family’s troubles started around Bela’s eighteenth birthday.

“Why are you here, Bela?” Mirela asked wearily.

Bela looked at her incredulously and said, “You summoned me here, Mirela, not the other way around. For a moment there, I thought I was finally free.”

“I assure you that of the list of people whom I would conjure first your name is near the bottom. I suspect these barriers react in some way to the memories of the soul attempting to unseal them. Where have you been all this time, Bela?”

“I’ve been in a really, really bad place,” Bela told Mirela fearfully as she shuffled her feet back and forth. “I suppose I deserve it for what I did but that notion never seems to lessen the pain.”

“Well, don’t feel too sorry for yourself,” Mirela replied. “The very same fate awaits me.”

Mirela noticed Bela was staring at the black, form-fitting dress that had molded itself over Mirela’s curves. Or rather, Bela was trying to stare through the dress while wondering how Mirela looked beneath the tight fabric. The way Bela’s probing eyes darted about visualizing Mirela’s every curve made the vampire want to cover herself but she decided such a modest gesture was pointless.

Fuck it, Mirela thought. Let the horny little bitch stare if she wants to.

“The pleasure inflicted upon me is sometimes worse than the pain,” Bela moaned as she lost control of herself and grabbed one of her sagging breasts to tease and massage while her other hand reached down and aggressively rubbed her woolen skirt right at the junction between her thighs. “My tormentors appeared to me as the most beautiful, sensuous angels you’ve ever seen. Men and women both, gorgeous and pure as heaven. How they teased and tortured me for endless durations! They took me to the edge and back again and again but never tossed me over. I never once finished. That’s when I would remember the truth of where I resided and the illusion snapped back into my hellish reality.”

Bela lifted her dress up above her waist high enough to expose the dark brown lips of a fat, swollen cunny that peeked through a thickly nested mound of black, curly pubic hair. Bela spread her knees and hunched her hips forward to make her slickly parting labia even more apparent. Mirela’s pale cheeks blushed as she averted her eyes from her sister’s shameless display.

“Look at it!” Bela demanded angrily before Mirela could look away. She used her fingers to separate her cunny lips so the dim red glow of the cavern illuminated her flesh inside. “You always considered me worthless but that never stopped you from using my neck or my cunny whenever you damn well pleased. Do you know I’ve never even felt the touch of a man inside here?”

“There was Şarpe…” Mirela contended.

“Bah! I was never anything more to him than a mouth and a neck for sucking. When he finally did fuck me it was only after I became so elderly and infirm that I barely felt my virginity being taken while my body was broken. It was actually a relief when you slit my throat. Truly Mirela, you did me a favor when you ended my miserable existence. But now you need that last barrier unsealed and I need a big, hard prick to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Since there’s no one else around with a big, hard prick I’m afraid you’ll have to do.”

Mirela burst out laughing and pulled her dress up above her waist the same time she ripped her underwear down. She answered with disdain, “As you can see, Bela, I’m not exactly well-equipped to fulfill your disgusting urges.”

But when Mirela lifted her dress, she felt something long and warm dangling in the gap between her legs. Mirela stared incredulously down at the long, pale, hairless, purple-veined prick that she found hanging loosely and curling over the side of one of her thighs. Of her cunny, there was no sign. Her female reproductive organs not only didn’t exist but it appeared they never had in the first place. Mirela gave herself a little shake and watched with fascinated horror as the thick, worm-like appendage growing from her crotch swung back and forth with a debauched flexibility. A set of lightly furred testicles dangled and bounced loosely below her… well, her penis.

Mirela inspected the rest of her body more closely and was shocked to notice her entire body frame had been altered. Her already modest chest had flattened considerably, her arms and legs were more toned and muscular, and though her body frame remained tall and lean, she possessed an overall manlier shape. Mirela looked entirely the part of a sexy gothic trans woman who had a huge cock.

“How?” Mirela wondered, her voice slightly deeper now as well. “How is this possible?”

“You’re nearing the entrance to the Demon Lord’s lair,” Bela explained. “Here you’ve reached the very edge of the physical realm where reality becomes malleable. You have a prick, Mirela. A nice, long, thick, juicy one too, by the look of it. This was no transformation, it’s like you always had that sexy cock swinging between your legs.”

If Bela showed interest in Mirela before that was nothing compared to the naked desire and admiration she now broadcast or Mirela’s athletic body and sizable prick. Bela stared at Mirela’s cock intently and licked her lips. Mirela tentatively reached down to brush her fingers against the hanging mass, her hand flinching away instantly when she made contact with the soft, warm, slightly wrinkled skin. Not only could Mirela feel her male genitals touching her fingertips, her penis experienced the residual contact of her touch as well. Oh yes, her penis certainly felt that contact, the stimulation causing the first surge of blood to gorge her genitals.

Mirela gasped and mewled a pathetic noise as her fingers curled around the silky-soft length of her cock and squeezed it with a tight grip. She moaned pitifully as she stroked her member up and down until it fully slowly engorged and hardened. Mirela couldn’t believe how turned on she got from having a penis.

So this is what it’s like for a man, Mirela marveled in her mind. It feels so good when it’s hard. Playing with it feels amazing.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Bela teased as her fingers stroked her sensitive budding clitoris and spread her gathering juices all around her genitals. “Look at us now, touching ourselves in front of each other like a bunch of degenerates. You call me a pervert but having a man’s prick growing where your cunny used to be is very obviously turning you on. Now you have to decide what you’re going to do about that massive erection you’re sporting.”

Before Mirela had a chance to react to these bewildering circumstances, Bela declared, “I know, I’ll prepare your way!”

Bela sat down on her knees and scooted closer while Mirela held her dress up so the skirt draped over her thighs and allowed the long, slightly-curved sabre of her oversized cock to poke out from beneath her dress. Mirela groaned and her knees became weak from the sensation of Bela squeezing her hard, throbbing prick then immediately opening her mouth to gobble Mirela’s cock down to her throat.

The warm, wet surround of Bela’s salivating mouth felt miraculous wrapped around Mirela’s cock as Bela took the opportunity to suck on Mirela for a change. The sensation was unlike anything Mirela had ever felt before. The bobbing motions of Bela’s lips plunging increasingly lower down Mirela’s shaft grew more and more adventurous until she’d managed to receive the entirety of Mirela’s great length into her mouth and down the penis-expanded gullet of her throat. The sounds Bela made were the sexiest part. Mirela never thought she would be so turned on by the loud, rude noises of a woman’s gaped-open mouth sucking, gagging, and choking on a penis with whorish abandon.

The entire time while Bela blew Mirela she looked up at her sister with devilish glee and a mischievous glint in her eye. Bela grabbed Mirela’s slim, boyish ass and used her clenching grip on those buttocks to help herself swallow all ten inches of Mirela’s prick over and over. Her throat retched noisily with cock and her sagging breasts heaved and bounced with exertion as she deep-throated Mirela. Bela displayed the magnitude of her oral talents by holding the entire cock in her mouth at the same time she extended her tongue past her lower lip and licked at Mirela’s scrotum, even curling it around one of Mirela’s balls. Bela withdrew from Mirela’s throbbing hard cock by very slowly pulling her lips from Mirela’s wide shaft until with a loud pop the wet head of Mirela’s prick exited from her mouth. Bela drooled her accumulated slobber all over the penis in front of her, bathing Mirela’s genitals in white, foamy saliva.

“This is obscene,” Mirela lamented with a groan as Bela kissed, licked, and sucked at the sensitive tip of her penis. Her youngest sister flicked her tongue over Mirela’s piss-slit to capture an escaped bead of precum then slurped hard on Mirela’s peehole to stimulate her urethra.

“It’s only obscene because you’re enjoying it,” Bela argued before opening her mouth wide and forcing her gaped lips down Mirela’s fully attentive staff until Mirela’s heavy, spindly-haired testicles bounced off Bela’s chin.

Mirela reveled in the unexpected and not wholly undesired sensations delivered by Bela’s wicked lips and tongue. The girl spent decades sucking off Eduard Şarpe before and after he used her for his meals and she became well-versed in swallowing large pricks without gagging or choking excessively on them. Mirela groaned in ecstasy at what Bela’s mouth was doing to her and unable to resist her needs any longer she grabbed her youngest sister by her hair and held her fast as she thrust her hips and pelvis forward to meet every bobbing downstroke of Bela’s drooling mouth with a sharp, cruel lance of unrelenting hard flesh. Bela’s throat made a weird, wet quacking noise every time Mirela filled it but otherwise she received her sister’s brutal gyrations masterfully.

“I’m only doing this because you’re making me,” Mirela protested before throwing her head back and crying out as Bela began squeezing and fondling the firm bulges of her hypersensitive ball-sack.

“Liar,” Bela accused after pulling her sloppy, salivating lips off Mirela’s long rod and once again spitting her mouth’s excess all over the head of Mirela’s shaft. The warm bath felt amazing as the sticky salival fluid dripped down the sides of Mirela’s penis. “Just look how big and ready you are for me. I can feel your prick throbbing in my throat every time I swallow your sword.”

Bela grabbed Mirela around her waist and made the flustered vampire yelp with surprise as she pulled Mirela to the ground with the elder sister laying atop her. The younger sister threw off her modest woolen dress to reveal the soft, naked body hidden beneath. While Bela wasn’t the finest example she had ever seen, no one appreciated the female form more than Mirela and she drank in with pleasure the sight of a virginal young girl writhing beneath her. This excruciating sense of anticipation made Bela sweat and squirm uncontrollably. The vision made Mirela’s penis so hard it ached and trembled as it spurted out a beady string of clear precum. Mirela swiftly bunched her stained dress up above her waist and groaned as she slid the slick underside of her shaft along the silky softness of Bela’s hairy pubic bone. Her sensitive nearby member experienced all the moist heat radiating from Bela’s aroused cunny.

“Fuck me with it,” Bela gasped with deep yearning. “I need this so badly, you have no idea!”

“If it hurts, just remember,” Mirela reminded her sister as she pinned Bela’s wrists against the uncomfortable cave floor. “You asked for this.”

Mirela used the head of her cock to seek out the sodden entrance to Bela’s cunny and once she detected the heat and moisture at the opening of Bela’s vulnerable sex radiating against the tip of her prick, Mirela pushed her cock inside slowly enough that her sister’s body parted comfortably for her. Bela breathed heavily and made uncomfortable noises as Mirela used the first few inches of her sizable prick to test the inner depths and proportions of Bela’s slick, hairy cunny. For being a virgin, Bela possessed a wide-set and loose vagina that easily accommodated the thick girth of Mirela’s cock though Mirela hadn’t yet attempted inserting her full length.

After determining the exact angle and positioning of the vaginal tunnel leading into Bela, Mirela held her sister down roughly enough to scrape Bela’s wrists into the floor and looked straight into a pair of brown eyes nearly identical to her own as she jerked her pelvis and forced her immense length inside her sister with a single powerful thrust. Bela closed her eyes and wailed at the top of her lungs as her wish was granted and her body became filled with cock.

Mirela heard and felt the wet squelch of Bela’s juices sticking to her prick as she slowly withdrew from the clenched muscles of Bela’s virginal cunny. The loud noise Bela made when Mirela slammed the great length back inside her and pierced deep inside her cavity was something between a scream and a squeal. Mirela relinquished her debilitating hold upon Bela’s wrists and Bela took this opportunity to stroke up and down the altered dimensions of Mirela’s waist and torso before reaching up to squeeze Mirela’s breasts through her dress.

“This is so sexy,” Bela marveled as she fondled Mirela’s womanly tits at the same time her sister repeatedly drove her cock deep inside of Bela. “You are the best of both worlds, Mirela.”

Bela reached back and clutched Mirela’s buttocks, using this urgent grasp on her sister’s sexy little arse to direct Mirela into puncturing the empty spaces inside of Bela that were most pleasurably invaded. Bela loved the contradiction of touching Mirela’s womanly curves whilst her sister violently rammed her throbbing prick deeper inside her than Bela thought possible.

“Stick it in me harder!” Bela begged. “Harder, damn you! Make it hurt! Make my cunny bleed!”

Mirela acquiesced to Bela’s demand and began rocking their trembling bodies back and forth as she drove her prick deep within Bela’s hot, squishy cunny where the inner recesses of her cavity narrowed and clenched at Mirela’s prick before expanding again. Bela giggled at the way Mirela squirmed with discomfort when she slid her hand inside Mirela’s crack and tickled and poked at her sister’s tight little arsehole. Mirela growled and knocked Bela’s hands away as she began fucking Bela the hardest she had so far, making the saggy fat of Bela’s breasts, tummy, and thighs ripple wildly as Mirela heaved aggressively atop her.

Bela curled her hands around the back of Mirela’s neck and lifted her thick legs up to wrap them around Mirela’s back while her sister continued ravaging her. Bela became an active participant now as her hips and pelvis met Mirela’s thrusts in an opposite yet equal motion. Both sisters gasped and moaned with pleasure as Mirela kept stabbing and spearing Bela’s insides with the hard point of her shaft until Bela finally threw Mirela off of her.

Mirela wondered at first what she possibly could have done to offend this silly, horny little girl until Bela flopped over onto her hands and knees and stuck her naked behind up in the air. Mirela could scent the pungent aroma emanating from within Bela’s soggy, sweaty, dirty arse-crack though she was several feet away. The orientation her younger sister positioned herself in with her thighs spread apart and her flabby butt-cheeks naturally parted made Bela’s proudly displayed orifices even more odorous and exposed.

“Fuck me like this!” Bela demanded as she waved her large bottom back and forth. “Like I’m a dirty doggie bitch in heat who is whining and begging you to fuck me and breed me! I’ve always wanted to try it this way!”

Mirela stroked the thick soup of Bela’s sticky, clinging bodily discharge all over her prick for lubricant while she arranged herself in a dominant position behind Bela. The larger girl normally presented a pair of big, sagging buttocks but this angle lent a far more flattering view of Bela’s fat arse with the lift and arch of her spine and her back muscles sharply defining the plump curves of Bela’s waist and behind. Mirela was somewhat distressed to realize she truly wanted to fuck her sister out of desire and arousal rather than performing this perfunctory duty solely out of obligation.

Angry both at her own sexual weakness and at her conniving younger sister, Mirela slapped Bela as hard as she could on the fleshiest portion of her left cheek which created a most satisfactory smacking noise. Bela erupted with an accompanying squeal when Mirela’s palm met her buttock then she repeated her squawking outburst when Mirela spanked her right arse-cheek and clenched its substantial meat in her outstretched hand.

“Oh yes!” Bela cried. “I love that, Mellie!”

“Don’t you dare call me that,” muttered Mirela as she slowly sank her prick back inside the comforting, heated folds of Bela’s slippery cunny until her thighs plopped against the warm cushion of Bela’s plush bottom.

Bela’s toes curled and her fingernails dug into the dirt of the cave floor as this new angle made it feel like Mirela’s already excessively-sized cock had doubled in length. She squeaked and squealed as the deep penetration almost felt like it had gone through her stomach up to her chest. Mirela pulled out and then slammed back into Bela up to the very hilt of her curved sabre. Bela moaned pitifully as her body became filled with a giant, pulsating stick of hot firm flesh and she instinctively pushed back against the intruding member, sucking it deeper inside her.

“Do you like that?” Bela asked as she rotated her hips and pelvis and used the walls of her tight virgin cunny to work Mirela’s long cock back and forth and around in a circle while still fully submerged within her clenching vaginal tunnel. “I can tell you do, sister. You’d better not lie to me or else I’ll never open that door for you.”

“Goddammit,” Mirela groaned as she lost all control due to the ecstatic sensations created by a tight cunny that felt like warm butter melting around her extremely sensitive shaft. “Fuck, that’s some good pussy.”

“I knew it!” Bela bragged. “Eduard was missing out this entire time!”

Mirela could have stayed like this forever with Bela’s highly productive cunny surrounding Mirela’s exhilaratingly unfamiliar genitals with gooey goodness but Bela had other ideas.

“Stick me with it!” Bela uttered in a mad craze. “Stick me like I’m a squealing little piggie! I’m burning for you, Mirela.”

Mirela had no intention of treating her sister gently after all the crimes Bela committed during her life and she had a bone to pick for what she was forcing Mirela to do now. She gripped Bela’s back fat and used it for a handle while she thrust brutally hard and deep inside the manipulative pig. Mirela slapped Bela’s big arse hard enough that the excited clamor echoed through the silent cavern but she gave up once she realized how much Bela delighted in having an open palm redden her buns. Instead Mirela grabbed Bela’s hair and pulled back on it until Bela stared straight up at the stalactites that were jutting from the cave ceiling like a sharp-toothed jaw closing its mouth around them. Ripples of fat spilled up and down Bela’s arched back as she pushed back against Mirela’s pelvic thrusts so the bulbous head of Mirela’s adventurous prick could stretch wide open the darkness deep within her.

Bela’s cunny had become so slick with her thick, viscous juices that Mirela stuck her entire foot-long sausage into Bela with ease while the momentum of her thrusts made her swinging balls smack against the inner rear of Bela’s thighs. Bela continued to drone on with whatever dull filth spewed forth from her diseased mind until Mirela had no choice but to run a hand down from Bela’s scalp and grab her sister in a choke-hold. Bela sputtered in midsentence as Mirela applied pressure to her throat.

“That’s better,” Mirela said with a vicious streak as her wildly thrusting hips pushed her cunny-soaked cock back inside Bela whilst also squeezing her sister’s throat. She released her choke-hold for only a few seconds to allow Bela a chance to catch her breath before constricting her neck again. “The only sounds I want to hear from you while I’m ravaging your cunny is your gagging and choking.”

Meanwhile, Mirela’s other wandering hand parted Bela’s flabby arse-cheeks and held them open to expose Bela’s nasty-smelling anus gaping open only a half-inch above her overstuffed cunny hole. Without preamble, Mirela pushed her entire thumb into Bela’s stinky arse. Bela whimpered and wriggled her bottom like a harlot as Mirela’s thumb-tip played with the sweltering heat inside her rectum.

“Why are the quiet ones always the nastiest?” Mirela wondered aloud while she lewdly thumbed her sister’s rank, hairy arsehole.

Mirela contemplated the feat of drilling her giant prick through Bela’s virgin arsehole to teach her the true meaning of punishment but before she could render that vision a reality, Bela disengaged Mirela’s hand from around her throat and pulled her dripping cunny forward until Mirela’s cock slipped out of her with a loud, wet, farting squelch and an accompanying flood of leaking fluids. Bela turned and leaped atop Mirela, pinning her to the floor in a surprising display of strength. Mirela struggled helplessly against Bela, surprised at her own weakness. No mere human had ever manhandled her this way. Bela grinned as Mirela’s resistance only rubbed her breasts and prick more urgently against Bela’s soft body.

Bela held her sister down to the rough floor and sat up on her knees before slowly lowering herself down Mirela’s amorously-extended prick. Mirela gasped at the sudden warm, wet sensation encompassing her as Bela gradually sank herself down onto Mirela’s cock until a foot of hard, trembling meat filled her cavity. Bela slowly lifted her cunny off Mirela’s pole, the swollen lips of her labia clinging tightly around the shaft during her ascent. Bela’s eyes were wild with madness as she sank back down again, initiating an up-and-down rhythm that repeated with each new iteration increasing in both speed and fury. Soon enough Bela started grunting and snorting like she really was a pig while she rode Mirela hard. Bela’s hapless sister moaned helplessly beneath her as Bela held Mirela down and took from her everything she wanted.

“Who’s the one being fucked now, Sissy?” mocked Bela before throwing her head back and cackling endlessly, her insane laughter only growing more powerful in volume as she dominated Mirela and used her sister’s desperation against her.

Mirela’s mind had been clouded by her lust and by the confusing new stimuli originating from this huge lump of flesh growing between her legs that she now couldn’t wait to rid herself of. She began to recall again her sister’s degenerate nature which led to Bela selling out her family and her soul all because she lusted after a vampire who would never reciprocate her affections.

“I hate you,” Mirela whispered as she thrust her pelvis upward to jam her cock-head against Bela’s cervix.

“I know you do,” Bela stopped laughing long enough to say. “That’s what makes this… So. Fucking. Hot!”

Spittle flew onto Mirela as Bela laughed maniacally in her face with all the demented cheer of a madwoman. Now Mirela saw Bela for what she truly was. The image of Bela as Mirela once knew her dissolved into a bloated, misshapen, aged mass of wrinkled flab and gray hair. Once Bela reached an infirm age she had no one left who cared to aid her and eventually she became corpulent, her skin rotting while she still lived. A single canine was the only tooth remaining intact on Bela’s wormy gums and she cackled from that empty mouth without end. Her odor was a foul mixture of unwashed human skin mixed with the stench of sex, death, and decay. And Mirela’s cock was inside this revolting thing.

Mirela recoiled in horror at this aged hag riding her prick with all the vigor of an able young woman. She tried to break free but the grip of Bela’s hairy, spindly fingers proved impossibly strong. Bela’s insane laughter pierced Mirela’s eardrums and for a short while they shared a madness between them as Bela used the sucking hold of her rotten cunny to diligently draw forth and drain Mirela’s seed.

Mirela gasped and shuddered as her abdomen clenched and her prick pulled as taut as an uncoiled spring. Despite the hideous appearance of the creature fucking her, Mirela’s cock fulfilled its created purpose. Her prick trembled uncomfortably before pulsing and pumping with relief as Mirela’s pent-up semen issued forth in an explosive volley that gushed into a cunny so old and disgusting it made Mirela want to bathe for the rest of time. Mirela’s uncontrollable virility caused her manhood to ejaculate seeming unending streams of ropy cream that splashed inside the graveyard depths of Bela’s womb. Mirela wept with shame over how good it felt.

Bela’s insane laughter echoed louder as she screeched triumphantly in victory. Her slimy cunny sucked at Mirela’s prick and made a wet, gaseous noise as she lifted herself from Mirela’s impaling cock and stood up bowlegged. Bela pulled her rolls of fat up out of the way so she could lean forward and look down at her swollen, rancid cunny. Bela laughed with wonder as she watched blood and semen flood out of her. She stuck her fingers deep into the soupy mess inside her genitals and churned the fluids around her cunny. Her laughter lingered in Mirela’s mind even as her sister faded from view and became one with the darkness, leaving Mirela alone once again.

“I suppose that foul creature finally got what she always wanted,” Mirela said after a moment of silence. “Or what she always thought she wanted. Farewell, Bela. I truly hope we never meet again, sister.”

To accompany Mirela’s declaration, the ornate metal door made the cavern rumble as the seal unlocked and the barrier swung open wide enough for a single person to pass through the doorway. Mirela looked down at her naked lower half and sighed with relief when she viewed her old cunny between her legs. She wasn’t even wet. The prick had been fun to play with for a bit but Mirela was grateful to have her normal body restored.

Mirela lifted herself to her feet, tugged her dress back down below her waist, brushed the dust away then ventured through the last doorway. She felt confident knowing she faced horrors from her her past unflinchingly and successfully performed every requirement made by the guardian spirits who defended the entrance to the earthly seat of Beelzebub’s power.

For the first time in centuries, Mirela felt nauseous with nervous tension. She gulped down the knot tying her throat and prepared half a dozen counter-spells that were ready to fire before traveling down the path leading to her maker, the Demon-Lord creator of the Vampyr, Beelzebub.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN