|
About:
|
"Don’t yell at me!" Beth yelled back. "It was something I needed to do!"
"Why? What is wrong with you?" Béla demanded. "Why do you have to blow your belly wide open or stake yourself out on a pike? Why do you treat your body like that?"
"Because I can!" Beth exclaimed angrily. "I need it! I expected you to understand! I thought you did! You need it, too! You love it when I do that to you!"
"Not like that," Béla replied, trying to tone down the upset in her voice. "And not all the time. That’s all you seem to think about."
"So?" Beth asked, her own voice quieter now. Neither of them wanted to argue with the other. "What else is there to do? Ultimate sensation; right? If you’re still conscious, you’re not there, yet. Do it until you die. Then if you wake up, you do it again."
Béla gasped and hugged her sister close against her. "God! I didn’t realize… You are one tortured little girl."
"I’m not a little girl," Beth whimpered. "I think sometimes I like to be… But I have these needs – raging inside me. All the time. The only relief I get is… Well…"
Beth shrugged in her sister’s embrace. "Love me, Béla. Don’t try to fix me – I can’t be fixed. Tomorrow is our last day on board. I had to do this today. Please try to understand. It was my last chance…"
Béla hugged her tighter, then grinned at her. "I do love you, Madam Dracula."
"I know," Beth replied quietly.
Béla couldn’t feel anything emanating from her sister. Beth’s mind was shielded. She sighed, knowing that whatever was wrong between them wasn’t resolved. Then she kissed her, very tenderly.
Beth moaned and put her arms around her sister’s neck. In a moment, the kiss changed from tender to passionate, then to hunger and lust.
"Can I choke you?" Beth asked, coming up for air.
Béla’s body responded with a wave of lust before she could even answer. If her body hadn’t reacted that way, Béla would have said, ‘no.’
"Bite me first," Béla replied, instead. "Draw blood from me and let me take from you, blood sister."
She felt light-headed and it was difficult to think. Beth was still shielded, but radiating love and lust in response to her own psychic broadcasts. Each sister bit into the other’s neck and began rubbing their legs against the other’s pelvis as the taste of hot, thick blood flooded into their mouths.
They embraced each other tightly, their bodies twitching with each orgasm as they sucked on each other. Then Beth’s hands were around her throat, getting tighter. Béla couldn’t breathe. Then her entire body was exploding in orgasm.
Some time later, Béla awoke, her newly regenerated throat still throbbing, and noticed that Beth was quietly sleeping on top of her.
‘I must have passed out,’ Béla thought to herself. ‘Did she choke me to death? I think I remember not being able to breathe – and my body was made of hot lava…’
Gently rolling Beth off to one side, she stretched forward and gently kissed her sister on her bloody mouth. A slight moan was her only response. She was asleep and her mental shield was gone.
Gently nudging Beth’s mind with her own, she mind-linked with her sister and looked at the tortured needs that seemed to drive her. There were images of her desperate need to destroy the soft, sensual symmetry of her body, as well as the incredible drive that caused her to create an eight foot pike, plant it in the ground and fly up to land on top of it, cunt first.
Béla winced as she found the painful images of her sister’s first few attempts to land on that pole. When Beth had succeeded in getting the pole jammed into her ass instead of her pussy, she decided that was good enough. It already hurt too much to try it again.
Many of those erotic but destructive images in Beth’s mind were superimposed over other, obviously older images. As Béla tried to walk from one image into the other, the victim and the perpetrator seemed to change. She saw another woman (not Beth, but with a similar appearance) alongside an indistinct bearded man doing what Beth seemed to require done to herself these days.
She was slowly beginning to understand. Beth didn’t always look the way she did now. After all, their father had given her a new body. That other woman in those images was an earlier version of Beth – the Lady Elisabeta.
‘Oh my God! Everything she’s driven to do to me or to herself, she’s already done to others! And they all died from it!'
She found images of people being hacked apart, people being staked on long poles, people being boiled alive. The evil witch, Elisabeta was in charge of it all, with her husband Vladimir’s blessings and eager assistance! She had even experimented with tubes filled with explosive black powder expensively transported from Arabia to blow women apart exactly like she did to herself with those blasting caps!
‘We really are just alike,’ Béla realized. ‘In her own way, she's trying to make amends for what evil she’s done in the past…’
"Wake up, sister!" Béla shook Beth’s shoulder. "Wake up and look!"
"What?" Beth asked, then Béla showed her the duality of her destructive drives.
Beth didn’t say anything for a long time. Béla lay on the grass and stayed as quiet as possible, not wanting to distract her sister from her thoughts.
Finally Beth spoke. "I enjoyed what I did to those people. Even when I was doing it, I wanted someone to do it to me. I wanted to feel, inside me, what they broadcast through me when I murdered them.
"Béla, Sister – I’ve been empty inside ever since the humans killed my brother – my lifemate. I could feel that others felt that way, too. So I made them feel filled."
"Why didn’t you stay with J… Hank… in New Eden, then?" Béla asked. "I mean, if he’s your lifemate…"
Beth laughed, then sighed, both sounds, sad. "I loved him for a long time, and missed him afterward. But fifteen hundred years is a long time to miss someone. I don’t love him, now. I got even with so many people for killing him, that – I finally just stopped loving. Anyone. Everyone.
"Then I met Vlad," Beth smiled, still looking inward at her memories. "He was truly evil – the most righteously bloodthirsty man I had ever met. His mind felt delicious against mine. He was the antithesis of my lifemate, but everything he did was in his name. I think I was insane by then. Those thoughts seem to belong to another person – not me. Not anymore."
"How did you come up with the idea of sticking bodies on poles?" Béla asked.
"We didn’t think of that," Beth replied, surprised at the question. "The Turks did it first. I loved the Turks – they were a bloodthirsty lot. We just did to them what they did to us. On a slightly greater scale, of course."
"Of course!" Béla said, remembering the stories about thousands of dead enemy soldiers staked out to protect Dracula’s country. "You would have loved the Druids. They weren’t quite as showy, but they liked chopping people up and burning them alive."
"Were you with the Druids?" Beth wanted to know.
"For awhile," Béla replied, looking back on her own memories, now. She was with them for almost five hundred years. "They called me Breed. They thought I was a goddess."
"I’m sure you corrected their mistake," Beth laughed, knowing that her sister was the Goddess of the Land in New Eden and had done nothing to correct that misconception.
"Of course I did," Béla lied. They both laughed.
This story was taken from one these sites, check them out to find more sex stories:
|
