Chapter 5

"Mmmmm..." Miranda sighed as she stretched languidly on the sun-warmed boulder. "I love sunsets. I could watch them all day."

'Not likely, ' her pterodactyl sister thought into Miranda's mind. 'I don't think I can fly fast enough to keep up with a sunset. Ooo, look! A snack!'

"Ow!" Miranda yelped as Murielle's toothy beak jabbed into her softly rounded rump. "What the fuck..."

'It was crawling on you!' Murielle thought in reply. 'It looked good, so I thought I'd ... Oh, there's another one!'

"Yii!" Miranda screeched as she rolled, too slow to escape Murielle's incredibly swift, darting head. "You stabbed me with your beak!"

'There are big crawly things on you, ' Murielle tried to explain. 'Can't you feel them?'

"Yes, of course I can," Miranda sighed, standing up to brush two large caterpillars off her thighs. "I like the feel of their little feet on my skin. I think they're cute."

'Puppies are cute, ' Murielle replied, 'and they probably taste better, since they're not so fuzzy – well, most of them aren't fuzzy, anyway – but cat... '

"You'd eat a puppy?" Miranda cried indignantly. "You... You Carnivore!"

'I won't deny it, ' Murielle thought as she caught one of the caterpillars before it rolled off the large rock, unruffled at her sister's apparent upset. 'I think they'd taste good.'

"Well," Miranda pouted as she examined the toothy bite marks on her rump and side, "I should probably keep an eye out for things you might like to eat, huh? Then maybe you'd stop poking me with that giant beak of yours whenever something crawls over my backside."

'Maybe... '

"What does that mean?" Miranda asked as she smoothed out the rough bite marks with her Phoenix fire.

'Well, what if I was to admit that I prefer eating creepy-crawlies that were crawling on you – as opposed to eating creepy-crawlies that aren't crawling on you?'

"What? You think I'm a dinner plate or something?" Miranda put her fists on her hips as she glared up at the winged dinosaur towering over her. "And while I'm at it, how come you don't change any more when you're not carrying me? Don't you think I'd like to see a human face once in a while? Besides, as a human you'd require a lot less food!"

'I'm your sister. I watch over you. Also, your scent attracts creatures that I like to eat, so it's logical for me to maintain this form. You can't deny you enjoy sliding under my wings at night when you get the shivers... '

"Yeah, and you can't deny that little bit of excitement you broadcast just before you attack me, either!"

'I'm not attacking you... ' Murielle thought, then paused to consider what she might say. 'I'm ... protecting you. I eat the creatures that try to eat you. As your sister, that's my job. I like my job.'

Miranda wasn't fooled. She'd made love to her sister in her human form enough times to recognize desire when she felt it brush against her mind. Murielle was ... interested. Not as a human, but as a pterodactyl. Her young dinosaur body was already larger than most adult pterodactyls due to her enhancements using Phoenix fire, but now it was beginning to mature sexually.

To test her theory, Miranda reached down and picked up one of the foot-long caterpillars – that Murielle was ignoring now that none of them were crawling on her – and placed it on her shoulder. The multi-legged creature immediately began to crawl down her breast, causing Miranda to shiver with the sensation of all those undulating little legs attaching, unattaching, then reattaching to her skin. 'God! I should put one of these a little farther down... '

She gazed over at her pterodactyl sister, now perched comfortably beside her and placidly gazing at the nearly vanished sun.

"Muuuuriii..." she called, making her voice as quiet and sweet as she could. She broadcast the sensations caused by the giant caterpillar's feet.

If a pterodactyl could smile, Murielle would have. She almost purred as she delicately reached her giant beak forward to accept Miranda's proffered treat. Laughing, Miranda held the jagged tip of Murielle's face with both hands and kissed it. Then she guided it down and pressed her naked breast against the hardness of her sister's toothy beak.

Murielle purred louder, ignoring the caterpillar as it undulated down Miranda's stomach. Opening her beak just a tiny bit, she let her sister press forward to put her quickly hardening nipple in danger of being nipped off.

"Whoa," Miranda gasped as the caterpillar finally reached her thighs. The dual sensations, from the caterpillar and from Murielle's beak, were definitely making her horny. "Which do you want first, darling sister? This delightful little snack or that wonderfully delicious caterpillar crawling between my legs?"

'Why can't I have both?' Murielle sighed into her twin's mind, unable to ignore her own arousal now that her sister had picked up on it and was amplifying it back at her.

Before Miranda could answer, Murielle bit down, her sharp-pointed beak neatly slicing Miranda's right nipple right off. Miranda hissed through gritted teeth as a stream of blood trickled down her naked front.

The caterpillar, somehow scenting the blood, twisted around and began to crawl toward Miranda's wounded breast, carefully licking its way up toward the source of that delicious trickle of blood. An instant later, the caterpillar was gone, devoured by Miranda's hungry, horny sister. In its place was a deep gouge where Murielle's sharp beak had taken some of her stomach along with the fuzzy treat.

Miranda lay back on the rock and gazed up at the giant, winged monster who'd just bitten off her nipple, watching as the caterpillar disappeared down Murielle's throat. Her attention was distracted as another caterpillar crawled over her arm. Quickly, Miranda placed it on her stomach. "Here's another one if you want ... Try to be more care ... Ow! Careful of what you use that beak for, will ya?" Another trickle of blood, directly beneath where the caterpillar had been, ran down Miranda's side and stained the slowly cooling boulder she lay on.

'Why are you lying there like that?' Murielle asked, hopefully anxious. 'Are you offering yourself to me?'

"Why?" Miranda grinned. "You want me to?"

'How about I take a few bites and decide later?' Murielle replied, her thought chortling into her sister's mind.

Miranda simply arched her back and twisted, opening her legs to invite a giant pterodactyl to do whatever it decided. She radiated lust and a desire to be ripped open into her sister's mind.

Murielle gently rubbed her toothy beak up and down Miranda's thighs for a moment, leaving little streaks of blood where her sharp beak scraped soft human flesh. Opening her mouth just a bit, she bit down and pinched some skin off with her teeth, enjoying the sound of Miranda's soft whimper and the fresh, hot taste of mammalian blood.

Turning her head sideways, she pinched off some flesh from Miranda's stomach, leaving another jagged, toothy wound across her sister's torso that quickly filled with blood. As soon as Murielle pulled away to swallow, Miranda's hands were between her legs and the profusely bleeding human radiated an orgasm up at her sister.

'I'm starting to feel this... ' Murielle casually informed the little human writhing on the ground in front of her. 'I'm going to take your tits, next.'

"Oh god!" Miranda gasped, then arched, jutting her chest up to make an easier target of her breasts. She shuddered with orgiastic agony as each one was carefully bitten off. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have that giant beak ripping up between her legs and tearing out the entire front of her torso and sent that image into her sister's mind as she came again.

Murielle must have received the image, because she gently took one of Miranda's legs in her mouth and pulled the little human around to properly line her up for the kill. Miranda arched her hips into the air and screamed as Murielle's lower beak shoved up between her legs and sliced her open, her orgasms coming one right after another as the pterodactyl's jaw tore through her pussy and up inside her belly.

Murielle jammed her lower jaw all the way through her sister's body, lengthwise, then closed her mouth and simply lifted the spasming human into the air. Biting down hard, she watched as Miranda's lifeless body fell, arms and legs dangling from the mostly missing torso.

Swallowing her sister's sex, Murielle was so aroused that she fell forward, her bony chest landing on Miranda's split-open carcass. She rubbed herself in the gory remains and luxuriated in the fiery sensation as Miranda flared back to life.

Breathless, anxious and still unsatisfied, the giant pterodactyl held herself up from her awakening sister with her wings and stared down at her. Miranda sat up, feeling herself all over – her breasts, her stomach, her legs – especially the inner thighs – and last of all her crotch.

"Oh, Jesus, Muri," Miranda grinned as she hugged herself against her sister's bloody, feathered chest. "I've never felt so wonderful! That was even better than when we would feed ourselves to the T-Rexes back at the lodge."

'I'm glad you liked it, ' Murielle sighed, not knowing exactly what was wrong. 'Do you think you might consider a little reciprocal activity? I know this bird body isn't really sexy, but maybe... '

"Aw, Muri," Miranda cooed. "I never realized. You probably need sexual relief as a pterodactyl, too, don't you?" She sat back and looked up and down Murielle's form; what she could see of it, anyway. "Why don't you lay back and I'll give you a rubdown. Let me know if I do something you especially like – I don't really know much about your anatomy, you know..."

Murielle felt really awkward lying on her back with her wings splayed out one on each side. Although she'd managed that extremely vulnerable position, she'd nearly broken something in her fragile wing structure when she'd rolled over. Now, she began to worry. What if something came along and decided to eat her? How could she defend herself?

"Don't worry, sister," Miranda called out from somewhere 'down there'. "Anything comes along, I'll roast it, then we'll have it for dinner. Besides, the only thing that's planning on eating you today is ... Oh, my."

'Omy?' Murielle thought back at her sister. 'Who is Omy?'

"It's more like a, 'What is'?', sis," Miranda replied as she slid up Murielle's bumpy rib cage. "You know something?" she asked, twisting around so she could look her sister in one eye.

'I know you look awfully good, and I can't reach you with my beak, ' Murielle thought, sending an image of a girl sappily grinning. 'You're too close to my face. No, wait! Lemme twist my head sideways and I'll just scoop you off my neck!'

"Hey! Wait a minnit..." Miranda laughed as she looped her arms around Murielle's beak so the pterodactyl couldn't open it. "This is important. I want to tell you something!"

'Okay, ' Murielle thought, 'Tell me, then either get back down there and get to work, or I'll eat you!'

"Ha, ha. Very funny," Miranda chuckled. "I'll eat you in a minute. But there's something I want to ... Something you need to know, first."

'What is it? I feel like I'm going to burst down there and my heart's racing and I really hate lying on my back... '

"Shut up and listen, dammit!" Miranda shouted, her arms still firmly wrapped around Murielle's hard, toothy beak. "You need to know something!"

'Jesus Christ! Just tell me already!'

"Okay, here it comes," Miranda replied, looking really nervous and anxious. "You..." she sighed, then took a deep breath before she continued, "You're not a girl pterodactyl."

'What?'

"I said," Miranda replied, her voice shaking with nervousness. "When you're a pterodactyl, you're not a girl. You're a boy."

'That's impossible! Of course I'm a girl!' Murielle thought angrily. 'If I was a boy, then I'd have a... ' She stopped, then stared at her sister with the one eye that could see her.