Béla Book 8: Second Chances
Chapter 5

Copyright© 2013 by DanK

Vampires Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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  

Tanya grunted into the dirt pressed against her face, spitting out the dust that coated her tongue with each ragged breath. Frank rammed his cock into her ass again, then strained as he spurted inside her.

Resting on top and letting his weight crush her tits and belly against the dirt road, Frank panted, enjoying the fact that she was panting as well. When he could speak again, he pushed down on his arms to slide off to one side. “You didn’t burn,” he murmured. “Those bullets didn’t kill you.”

“Uhhh,” was all Tanya said as she raised herself up on her elbows and spat more dirt onto the road.

“So, you’re super-cunt now?” Frank chuckled as he sat up and brushed dirt off his elbows and legs. “Or did you teleport gunpowder out of those bullets to make them less effective?”

“Ha ... Didn’t think ... o’ that,” Tanya grunted. “Made ... new shield ... round my ... womb. Catches everything going up!” she laughed, then rolled over. There was some purplish bruising on her belly below her navel. She gazed at Frank, more recovered from her orgasm as she caught her breath. “I can have a lot more fun getting shot down there, now.” She smiled and held her hand against her crotch, then suddenly held three little pieces of metal.

“Don’t look like much,” Frank commented as she held them up in the palm of her hand for him to see. “Amazing what kind of damage they’ll do to a body, though.”

“I love the damage they do,” Tanya mused as she let the misshapen bullets roll off her hand and drop to the ground. “I think I’d like to try an M16 in there.” She smiled at the face Frank made.

“Hey, lemme rest a few minutes, will ya?” he griped, spreading his legs to show her his sticky, limp and bloody penis. “It takes longer to recover when you don’t burn! In addition, nothing made of meat will stop a clip of M16 shells. They’ll shred you from your cunt to your skull.” His cock, so furiously used in her ass only a moment ago, twitched at the image of Tanya’s shaking body taking a load of twenty machine gun bullets up between her legs – not that twenty was a good number of shells to force into one of those cheap magazines, as the spring in the bottom that shoved each round up into the chamber was notoriously weak, causing the lightweight weapon to jam just when you might need it most; seventeen was a much safer number. Still, seventeen rounds up Tanya’s glorious cunt? Oh yeah, his cock twitched again at the thought.

“I’ll settle for a knife, then,” she suggested, then formed one in her hand. It had a serrated edge and a short but sharp tip.

“You think we’ll ever have sex again without you wanting to be murdered?” Frank sighed.

Tanya went up on her knees, grinning at Frank, and shook her breasts at him. “Slice me up a bit,” she cooed, ignoring his complaint. “Or maybe I can slice you...” She leaned forward, holding the knife in one hand and poking it at him. The tip scored against his chest and drew blood.

“Ow!” Frank yelped, then added, “Hey! Watch it!” as Tanya pounced on him, rolling him onto his back as she gouged the flat edge of the knife between their stomachs. Then she was on top of him with Frank gripping her arm, trying to keep her from stabbing downward into his ribs. They were both laughing so hard it was difficult to concentrate on where the knife was going. But, of course, it ended up slicing into one of Tanya’s big breasts.

Tanya grimaced and quivered as the blade sank deeper into her mammoth tit. Her breasts were so solid that the knife actually slide in more easily than Frank thought it should have. Fattier tissue would have yielded more, distorting the shape in its attempt to slide around the piercing blade. Tanya had reinforced her breast tissue to catch bullets so her lungs wouldn’t get pierced every time somebody took aim at her tits. Good for bullets; not so good for knives...

“Ah, fuuuck,” Tanya whimpered as she shuddered, her belly quivering as she came. With her orgasm came a relaxation of her arm, and the knife slid in to the hilt.

“Damn, girl,” Frank grunted, relaxing from his effort to keep Tanya from gutting him. “I could cut a steak out of that!”

“Feel free...” Tanya whimpered, her arms quivering from holding herself up so her dangling, bleeding breast hung over his chest. Frank’s cock was beginning to rise again, right where it needed to be, and was pressing against Tanya’s pelvis. She slid forward, tilted herself a bit, and he was instantly inside her, going deeper as she slid back down. ‘Practice really does make perfect, ‘ she thought to herself.

Frank grinned at her thought, then pulled the knife out of her. He needed both hands and her help holding herself up as he pushed against her breast with one hand and pulled on the knife with the other. Blood dribbled down his fingers even as the wound began to heal.

Tanya wriggled her curvy body at him as she slowly rode up and down on his cock. “Lots of targets here, big boy ... Stick it somewhere, will ya?”

Frank grinned, thrust his hips upward as she dropped down on him again. He laid the knife on his stomach, serrated edge upward and began moving it slowly down toward his crotch. They both watched it move dangerously close to Tanya’s pelvic bone as she continued to hump him. She wanted him to move it so that the edge would slice against her clit, but if he got that close, he was likely to scour his dick – a thought that excited her even more.

“Oh, Jesus...” Tanya sighed, as anxious to feel the sharp edge of that blade as she was the slippery hardness of that cock she slid up and down on. Pressing forward, she laid her stomach against the sharp edge, but the knife didn’t penetrate; her lower belly was too soft. She frowned, then sat up, freeing her arms, and snatched the knife from Frank’s fingers. She held the savage little blade like she was going to commit Hara-Kiri.

“Hey! Be careful!” Frank yelped. “I’m in there, too!”

Tanya laughed at his nervous concern, then turned the blade and shoved it into his stomach. Frank twitched and grunted, grabbed for the knife handle and spurted blood on her belly even as he spurted cum into her twitching cunt.

Frank couldn’t breathe; his cock burning hard as he released spurt after spurt of cum up inside his murderous wife. His belly burned, too, even though Tanya’s glowing blue fingers were helping his wound to close. Some small part of his mind registered that she was using Phoenix fire, which meant she hadn’t had an orgasm – if she had, she would still be caught in the grip of ecstasy, not busily healing the damage she’d done to him with that wicked knife.

“Damn, babe,” she grinned down at him. “You cum much harder, you’d’ve punched right through my shield down there.”

“Glad you liked it ... and ow, you bitch,” Frank grumbled, that last part about the knife wound she was healing. He felt like he needed to punish her – to hurt her in some way for not cumming, but he knew that whatever he did to her, she would probably love it. He simply couldn’t hurt her enough to hurt her. ‘Maybe twist her arm behind her until her shoulder came out of its socket?’ Something ... not sexual.

“You’re mad at me!” Tanya suddenly stated, a hurt look on her face.

“No...” Frank protested, his dick finally deflated enough so that it was sliding out of her. “I just ... I get tired of killing you so you can ... enjoy...” he sighed. “Whatever.”

“You didn’t kill me last time,” she said, shrugging, not understanding.

“I shot three bullets up your cunt,” he said. “Same thing.”

Tanya sighed. “I was testing out new protection!” she exclaimed, starting to feel angry. “I get tired of dying every time, too!”

“And yet, first chance you get, you create this to be used on you!” He held the knife up for her to look at it.

“That’s too little to kill me. Besides, I was planning to use it on you!” Tanya said, raising her voice, now. “I thought you might like to reverse roles for a change! Would you rather I put a gun up your ass, you ass?”

Frank raised up on his elbows, simply staring up at her as she sat straddling his hips, her pendulous right tit healed, but still bloody. His cum was leaking out of her and down to tickle his balls. Finally, he shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t.”

They stared at each other for another moment. Then, “Let’s not fight...” they both said together. Tanya smiled, her eyes brimming with tears, and moved forward to hug him.

Frank held out an arm and let Tanya fall against his chest. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he shoved the knife in, just inside her hipbone, enjoying the squelched whimper that escaped her throat as her pussy clenched against his slowly deflating cock. Rolling her over onto her uninjured side, he kissed her fervently, then broke away and whispered, “You ... didn’t ... cum...” emphasizing each word with a vicious thrust into her lower belly.

“Urrgh,” Tanya grunted with each thrust, morbidly fascinated that the little blade could penetrate so deep, her body twitching as he sawed the blade in and out of her. She gripped her arms around his neck tighter and bit his shoulder to more easily endure being eviscerated. Frank noticed she didn’t push away or try to escape, always willing to let him do whatever he would to her, no matter how much it hurt.

“You crave the pain, don’t you?” Frank whispered into her ear, gritting his teeth against her fierce bite. He shoved the knife in deeper and felt Tanya’s cunt twitch against him yet again.

Tanya had a hunch where he was coming from – some desperate yearning of his to be ... to have ... a normal wife; a normal life. He’d lost that years before, when she’d discovered how exciting self-mutilation could be. She’d forced him into this – forced him to become the sadist – for her. It wasn’t his true nature.

She had no idea how to fix this, but she knew he needed an answer. What had he said? ‘You crave the pain... ‘

“I crave ... you!” she gasped into his bleeding shoulder. “I love you. I would do anything for you!”

“Then cum for me,” he quietly demanded through gritted teeth, giving another shove against the blood-slickened knife. “Show me why I do this!”

She did.


“The Phoenix Preserve?” Elsa asked. “Why there?”

“Where else to put a bunch of girls laden with Phoenix fire?” Alana asked. “We can create an opening between the Preserve and the ... what did you call it? The Wrecked Room?”

“Rec Room,” Elsa corrected her. “And I can’t generate that kind of power right now.” She still sounded sad and depressed.

“Who said you would be doing it?” Elaine asked, walking in through an archway. “Hi, queenie, did I miss anything?”

“My daughter and Tabatha submitting to the Praetor?” Alana suggested.

“Your denouncing your daughter in front of everyone?” Vlad scowled at this supposedly righteous queen.

“Are you the script girl?” Tabatha asked hopefully, staring openly at the Golden Goddess in her long white robes.

Elaine stared at her, completely confused.

“She needs some ‘right-finding’,” Alana said in a low voice. “She’s forgotten who she is.”

“We can do that later. What’s this about denouncing Lisa?” was what Elaine latched onto.

“I want to go,” Elsa whispered to Vlad, which only caused him to shake his head and tighten his arms around her. She could have teleported – she still knew how to do that – but she waited, not wanting to leave Vlad behind in her anxious escape. Besides, she had no idea where she might want to go.

“I was upset!” Alana protested. “She wiped Tabatha!”

“I did not!” Elsa growled, her protest not very convincing. Vlad hugged her tighter, letting her know she was protected.

Elaine stepped over next to the lounge where Tabatha and Holly sat, then gazed at the upstart girl and her obviously overprotective lover. “You’re Lisa?”

“She was,” Vlad answered for her. “Her name is Elsa. Elsa Dracul – my wife.”

“Funny, you don’t look like Dracula,” Elaine replied, gazing at him thoughtfully.

“It’s a glamour,” Vlad replied. “Here; let me show you my true face...”

“No!” Elsa stirred, suddenly more animated. “Not here – not in front of...”

But it was too late. Vlad’s face changed to become the face she loved. A face that her mother...

“Enchi! It’s Torquemada!” Alana cried hatefully.

Startled, Vlad stared more closely at the regal, red-haired queen. Something about her had been bothering him since he first saw her...

“Hethemtima?”

A thump sounded from the far side of the couch. Holly looked down and smirked, “Oh, good, you’re back! Missing all the fun, here...”

This time, Tabatha didn’t comment. She simply looked down at the still-naked Haley and the naked new guy, then back at Holly. “I know all about teleportation; Béla and Beth do it all the time. In fact, I can do it myself. See?”

She vanished.

Elsa screamed and convulsed, her back arching to nearly pull herself out of Vlad’s arms before she went completely limp.

 
There is more of this chapter...
The source of this story is Storiesonline

To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account (Why register?)

Get No-Registration Temporary Access*

* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.

Close
 

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT...

Storiesonline is for adult entertainment only. By accessing this site you declare that you are of legal age and that you agree with our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.