Béla Book 8: Second Chances
Chapter 7

Copyright© 2013 by DanK

Vampires Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Second chance for the vampire Bela to redeem herself

Caution: This Vampires Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers   Consensual   Reluctant   Lesbian   Hermaphrodite   Science Fiction   Time Travel   Post Apocalypse   Humor   Tear Jerker   Extra Sensory Perception   DoOver   Vampires   Sister   BDSM   Rough   Sadistic   Snuff   Group Sex   Orgy   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Bestiality   Exhibitionism   Body Modification   Violence   Transformation   Nudism   Porn Theatre  

The cliff stood tall and majestic, glistening in the midnight rain with each brilliant lightning bolt that exploded from the heavens. The tiny hole in the cliff face was almost invisible from the ground, but it served its purpose – to protect Murielle and Miranda as they huddled together in the darkness. Murielle was glad she had taken the time before the storm hit to gather several armfuls of meadow grass and teleport them inside the cave where they would remain dry, or at least drier than what she might be able to find now.

Miranda grunted as Murielle tried to make her sister more comfortable by lifting her sideways and pressing more grass beneath the small of her back. Miranda's head was already gently supported and Murielle packed more grasses around her sister's body to help hold her steady as she writhed, whimpered and cried out with each contraction.

"Ooooohh! It hurts, Muri, it hurts!" Miranda whimpered as another contraction surged through her body. "I never knew it would hurt like this ... This is worse than being eaten!"

"Why don't you try teleporting it out again?" Murielle implored her pain-ridden, bulging sister. "Just grasp it with your mind and put it on the straw bedding I've made for it."

"I CAN'T!" Miranda yelled, helpless and angry. "Don't you think I've tried? I can't get a hold of it with my mind. Muri, I'm really scared. Aren't babies supposed to move, you know? Kick or do something? This ... this thing inside me ... It just lays there. It doesn't move or ... anything! I can't feel a mind in there and I know that babies think, and feel and ... There's nothing there!"

It's the fire, Mira," Murielle cooed, trying to sooth her, "The same fire that makes your belly glow at night is protecting your baby – shielding it. It's alive, I swear. It'll be a beautiful baby, Mira – a Phoenix! The first ever natural born Phoenix. Just wait, you'll see!"

'I hope!'

"What if..." Miranda continued as though she hadn't heard her sister, her voice shaking with exhaustion and fear. "What if I can't ... what if it ... what if it doesn't come out, Muri, what if..."

"Shhh!" Murielle leaned down and hugged her terrified, exhausted sister. "It'll come out. It has to! Everything'll be fine – in just a little while, now. I promise!"

"You can't promise things like that..." Miranda whispered, almost to herself, then she screamed as another contraction hit.

Murielle kept tight reins on her emotions. This wasn't like any pregnancy she'd ever heard of. Her sister was right. There should have been movement weeks ago. Babies kick inside the womb; they turn over, they stretch, they move. Murielle gently pressed her hand down against Miranda's distended belly, feeling only a smooth, uninterrupted surface where there should have been soft outlines of whatever part of the baby's body she held her palm against. This infant felt more like ... and then the image was in her mind!

'An egg! Ohmygod! She's going to give birth to an egg!'

Instantly Miranda glared up into her sister's face and screamed, "No! This is all YOUR FAULT! You're the fucking pterodactyl, not ME! It has to be a baby! A living, squirmy little baby! You HEAR ME?"

The cave floor shook and Miranda squeaked with terror as a bolt of lightning struck the side of the cliff as though to emphasize the laboring Phoenix's demands. She reached up and grabbed Murielle to pull her down beside her.

"There are gods, Muri, dark gods..." Miranda whispered conspiratorially to her sister, gripping her sister's arm so tight her nails broke the skin, causing a tiny trickle of blood to leak between Miranda's fingers. Miranda cried out and instantly released Murielle's arm at the first sight of blood. "They're angry with us!"

'They're angry at you, Muri, for what you did to me!'

"And they're angry at me, too, Muri..." Miranda whimpered. "We shouldn't have... EEEEEaaaaiiiigh!"

Whatever Miranda was going to say disappeared into the loudest shriek of birthing agony either of them had experienced yet. Murielle was on her knees, desperately holding her screaming, sweating sister as tightly as she could, silently praying for her to stop that awful screaming. Miranda was hitting her, too – with her fists and elbows, and kicking against the side of her hips and tummy with hard, angry knees driven with sledge hammer force by the horrible, terrifying pain.

Miranda let up her assault for a moment and Murielle took a quick opportunity to look down Miranda's writhing, panting body. The girl's belly seemed lower and Miranda was holding her legs wide, almost like she was unable to close them. Quickly Murielle scooted down to see what was happening.

"OhmyGod I see it!" she cried breathlessly. "It's coming out! It's coming out! Push, Mira!"

Miranda replied with an unintelligible scream, but Murielle could see she was pushing. A smooth surface that seemed, to Murielle, to be about the size of a baby's head was pushing forward – no, now it's going back... "Push!" and now it's moving ... just a little bit, Oh God this is taking so long! Eww! What is all that gucky stuff schwooshing out around the edges? "Push, Mira!" Oh, Jesus I think this is the pointy end! Whoa! It moved! It's almost halfway ... What the hell is it?

It appeared to be, for all the joking between the twins, an egg. The narrow end of something was coming out, amid all the gasping and crying and panting and wailing, something was being born in this dark cave in the middle of this stormy black night.

Miranda grunted as she pushed again, and Murielle could see her sister's skin turning blue. "Breathe, dammit!" she screamed up at Miranda's supposedly more intelligent but definitely noisier other end.

It seemed the thickest part of the egg was breaching; blood and puss surrounded the egg, which was almost seven inches in diameter – at least that was Murielle's best guess from what was visible. Plus, it was coated in some sort of slick, glowing fabric; the entire surface lumpy and wrinkled. It looked soft.

'It keeps on coming out!' Murielle thought frantically. 'How long is this thing, anyway? What's going to hatch out of it? Oh thank God it looks like it's tapering off... '

"Okay, Mira, you're almost done, sweetie," Murielle cried out, sounding much happier than she felt. "Just one more good push, hon..."

And it was done. With one final wail from Miranda, the egg slipped out onto her thighs, quickly followed by a massive amount of blood, puss and ... tissue. 'What the fuck is that? Did she have a twin that's not in an egg?'

But the formless mass didn't move after it slipped between Miranda's thighs and down onto the cool cave floor. With an anxious yelp, Murielle realized she'd been so fascinated with what was obviously a placenta that she'd ignored the egg – just long enough for it to get a nice, gentle roll as it slid down Miranda's upper thighs. It wobbled and flexed a bit, and Murielle suddenly realized that the egg had a soft shell. Either it would harden once it was out in the air, or ... it wouldn't.

"Wait-wait! No!" Murielle yelped as she scooted along, chasing the egg on her hands and knees as it gathered speed. As the treasured, oblong object wobbled along, bits of brightly colored wet wrinkly stuff were peeling off. As Murielle trundled over them, they squished and slid beneath her palms and knees. Even as she lost her balance and began to fall forward, she reached out and grabbed the wobbling egg, a hand on each end, just before it could roll into the hard, unforgiving wall of the cave.

Murielle lay flat on the cave floor, her eyes closed, her naked belly and legs covered in the gooey film that had come off the egg as it rolled, and breathlessly panted, silently giving thanks to whatever god had enabled her to grasp that egg in her hands before it could smash itself against the cave wall.

"See, the gods are on our side!" she gasped as she glowed her victory to her blood-flecked sister across the cave. "I got'cha, you little sucker ... you aren't gettin' away now..."

As she, very carefully so as not to squeeze the ends, raised the egg, an itchy, burning sensation began to cover her fingers and hands, then quickly started to travel up her arms. Murielle let out a yelp of surprise and quickly set the egg down so she could...

'What the hell is this?'

The colorful, lumpy film that had been covering the egg was now all over Murielle's hands and arms and, in another couple of seconds, it was going to be all over her face and body and who knows where else?

 
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