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The loud, harsh clanging of swords clashing into and sliding against each other filled the air around the indoor running track. Macario and Jake were going at it while Béla and her daughter watched, cheering on their respective life-mates.
A second later, Jake’s sword went flying as his tired, numb hand was unable to hold out against Macario’s enthusiastic advance.
“Time!” Béla called. “My turn!” She hopped off the bench and swooped up the sweaty pummel of her husband’s sword. Grinning, she looked at Macario as she approached him. He stood, grinning back at her, his bare, sweaty torso heaving sensuously with each breath he took. Béla licked her lips and threw him an image of sliding her wet pussy around on his sexy, sweaty chest.
“Only if you win, little Puta,” Mac panted, catching his breath from having walloped her tired, old hubby. If she lost, then Mac got to fuck her, so Béla figured that even if she lost, she won.
Jake dropped down on the floor at his daughter’s feet and leaned back against her blue-jean clad legs. Lisa reached down and massaged her dad’s sweaty shoulders as she watched her mom and her husband circle each other.
They attacked at the same time, their swords fiercely clashing as they met and separated. Jake and Lisa both cheered at the beautiful exhibition of skill and exhilaration. Mac and Béla were well matched. Macario’s hobby was sword fighting, and Béla had fought in several wars over the last four thousand years. When it came down to skill versus experience, each won about half the time.
Although Mac outweighed Béla by at least a hundred pounds, Béla had no trouble fending off his powerful attacks. Her arm muscles were the same muscles she used for flying.
It was obvious to Jake, as he watched his petite wife spar with Macario, that Mac had been holding back when confronting Jake. The attacks he made against Béla were so swift and powerful that Jake could barely keep his eyes on Mac’s sword as the pair danced around each other.
He didn’t even see the slice that shredded Béla’s blouse or the one that marked a red line across Mac’s sweaty right nipple. From that particular cut, Jake knew that Béla was playing with Mac. In a moment, she made a matching cut on his other nipple. But in doing so, she left herself open and her left breast was sliced open.
Jake felt Lisa’s hands tighten on his shoulders as she massaged them. He knew Lisa was feeling her mom’s erotic broadcast as she went into ‘pain-separation’ mode. They both knew that if Béla got into a slicing contest with Mac, the sword fight would turn into a sexual mutilation contest, with Béla being the one with her arms held out in eager sacrifice to Macario’s cruel sword.
“I call,” Lisa cried out, letting the contestants know that if her husband lost, she wanted the opportunity to carve on her mom. Then, the only way that her mom would get to fuck Mac was if Lisa lost the next match.
“Thanks for the ... vote ... of ... confidence,” Mac panted as he parried another swift series of blows from Béla. He’d won two matches with Béla. The first one had been Lisa’s fault for distracting her mother with an incredible orgasmic psychic broadcast as her father skewered her during their first sword fight. That had ended with Mac’s sword sheathed all the way to the hilt in Béla’s cunt, nearly slicing her in half lengthwise from the inside out.
The last fight he’d won after a long, grueling match during which they’d both carved each other up pretty good. He suspected that he’d won because Béla finally got so horny that she needed to be penetrated more than she needed to win. That contest ended with his sword shoved clean through her midsection and his personal, fleshier sword rammed up her cunt.
A minute later, it was over. Mac parried to keep Béla from slicing open his midsection and lost his sword when Béla deftly twisted it around in his hand. In that odd position, his hand and wrist simply weren’t strong enough to hold on to his madly vibrating, twisted sword.
“Aha!” Béla cried out with glee as Mac’s sword went flying. Before anyone could call out, her sword was stuck a couple of inches into Mac’s stomach. The dueling pair froze in that position for a moment, both sweating profusely and gasping for air. “Yield!” Béla demanded.
With an evil grin, she shoved her sword in a little deeper. Mac looked at his wife to see if she was going to call. Lisa was watching with lust in her eyes, just waiting for Mac to get skewered. Macario, being less homophobic than her dad, had let Lisa tear into him a couple of times, just to understand what she experienced when she and her mom sexually tore each other apart. While he didn’t need pain with his sex, he was willing to tolerate it.
“I call,” Lisa said finally, repeating her earlier, premature decision. She wanted to see her husband skewered, but she wanted to do it herself. She was still annoyed about the previous time when the four of them had paired off, her mom and her husband got to fuck and she was stuck with dear old dad. She grinned as she realized the pun she just made...
‘Stuck with Dad – stuck on Dad, stuck by Dad ... Incestuous fun any way you look at it!’
But she liked Macario, better. Pushing her dad forward to free her legs, she swung free of him and trotted over to where her own daggers were laid out on the bench.
Béla withdrew her sword and pressed forward to kiss Mac. As she did, she rubbed herself against his belly wound and pressed her sliced breast against his torso – a friendly little ritual of smearing their spilt blood on each other, then let him go sit next to Jake while she walked over to the weapons bench to join her daughter.
Lisa had picked up a pair of stilettos, so Béla walked over and picked up a stiletto for her second weapon. Mother and daughter paired off – a sword and a stiletto against two stilettos. Béla kept her longer reaching sword even though it seemed they were unfairly matched because of it.
But the problem with fighting Lisa was that Lisa never played fair and she also didn’t care if she took a hit. Because she was a phoenix, she could flame her body and instantly heal any wound inflicted on her (if she wanted). She could even get blown up and still be able to reform her body. She actually did that in Wichita several weeks ago fighting mutant spiders.
Lisa grinned evilly at her mom and projected an image of two sex-crazed vampires in heat carving on each other. “Just like old times, Mommy,” she said quietly in a falsetto voice.
“Bring it to me, Beth-baby,” Béla cooed, “I’ve always been able to beat...”
Thuuck!!
Béla stopped suddenly, unable to speak. One of Lisa’s stilettos was buried in her chest. A second later she was on her back with Lisa savagely carving on her bare breasts and belly. She managed to shove her own dagger into Lisa’s soft belly and cruelly twisted it, carving on her insides and puncturing her central core.
Lisa curled up and rolled off her mom, yanking Béla’s dagger right out of her hand as it stuck inside her. As she stood back up, Lisa teleported her first dagger out of her mom’s chest and back into her own hand. Then she pulled the dagger out of her own side and stood, grinning in exhilaration and gasping for air while her insides healed.
Béla lay gasping on the floor, her stomach too ripped up to move. She was shaking, radiating her orgasm throughout the room.
Intently gazing at her mom, Lisa slowly wiped each bloody dagger clean, sensuously caressing her crotch right through her tight jeans with the flat of each blade.
Béla finally became cognizant enough to pull her daughter’s second blade out of her belly. She licked her own blood off one side of the blade with her tongue, then looked around for her sword.
“You want to fight some more?” Lisa asked, grinning down at her. “You’re getting slow in your old age, Mom. I can take you now.”
“Still as competitive as ever, I see, “Béla gasped, rolling onto her hands and knees and reaching for her sword. “But that won’t work twice.”
“Sure it will!” Lisa chirped. She threw both daggers at her mom. One sank into the top of her shoulder, right into the soft flesh between Béla’s two shoulder bones and the other one got stuck in Béla’s ribs. As Béla toppled over from her half-crouched position, Lisa bent down and picked up her mom’s sword.
Without even waiting to see if Jake was going to call, Lisa dropped down on her knees and shoved the sword all the way through her mom’s belly.
Jake and Mac sat, both with their mouths open, staring at the macabre massacre. The scene was so brutally erotic that neither were willing or even able to speak up and end it.
Béla lay on the bloody floor, choking on the blood flowing into her lungs. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had in the last two minutes. She just lay, shaking and unable to control her body as one orgasm after another flowed through her and out into her daughter.
After a moment, Lisa pulled the two daggers out and dropped them beside her. Rather than pull the sword out, she simply teleported it. It vanished from Béla’s torso and reappeared on the ground next to the two bloody stilettos.
“Now you do me!” Lisa said excitedly, leaning back and thrusting her lean belly toward her mother.
Béla was still clutching her dagger. Lisa waited. After a moment, she realized that her mom was no condition to continue their violent sex play. Still on her knees, she moaned quietly in frustration and slumped forward.
“Okay,” Lisa said, stretching across her fallen mother. “Feed.” Unable to catch her breath and unable to rise, Béla painfully watched her daughter present herself. As Lisa pressed her neck against Béla’s face, Béla bit down with her sharp little teeth and began to suck. Both girls moaned and sighed in the pleasure each was experiencing from the vampiric feeding.
A few minutes later, they were both sitting on the bloody carpet.”You usually regenerate faster than that, Mom,” Lisa said, concern showing on her face. “Is something going on?”
“I don’t know, sweetie,” Béla replied, still feeling exhausted, although she was recovering and could feel her daughter’s blood revitalizing her. “I’ve seen this happen before, with you, I mean Beth, and other of my sisters. Sometimes, I guess, we just need a boost – some other sister’s blood – to, um, kick start? – yeah, that describes it. To ‘kick start’ our healing process. Then after that, it’s okay for a while.”
“Yeah, I remember something,” Lisa admitted. “I was really old, once – I think. You nursed me back to health that way.”
“At least a couple of times, sweetie,” Béla added, smiling at her loving daughter sitting there topless with drying blood spattered on her neck and breasts where Béla had bitten her.
They hugged each other for a minute, then both got up, picking up their weapons to clean them properly and put them away.
“So when do we have sex?” Jake wanted to know as he and Macario approached their wives.
“Yeah! When do we get to stick it to ya?” Macario asked cheerfully. “The boys and the girls got paired off the wrong way this time.”
“You want me?” Lisa asked, a devilish grin on her face. Macario stopped, as did Béla and Jake, realizing that Lisa was ready and willing to play some more.
“You know I do, Babe,” Mac said, waiting to see what she had in mind.
“Okay, pick a weapon,” Lisa said cheerfully.
Mac looked around at the swords and daggers. “Dagger, I guess.”
Lisa threw one at him. She laughed as he caught it right out of the air. The second one, which he didn’t see at all, got him right below his rib cage.
“Awh! Fuck!” Mac exclaimed as Lisa chortled. Painfully pulling the dagger out of his belly, he asked, “What are you going to use?”
“Nothing,” Lisa replied. She was sliding out of her blooded jeans. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Nothing?” Mac asked, only half believing her.
Lisa shook her head.
“No weapons, no powers?” he asked.
Lisa shook her head again, an odd, mischievous smile on her face now.
“O-kay,” Mac said slowly. His stomach was about healed now. He looked at Jake. “Let’s get ‘er!”
Lisa yelped as both her father and her husband rushed her. “Dibs on Mom!” she hollered as she dove to one side.
Since her mom hadn’t chosen sides, participated in the initial rush at her, or called herself out of the game, Béla had to be on Lisa’s side now.
“IEEE!” Lisa squealed as she dove underneath Mac’s blade as he slashed at her. She scrambled and half-rolled by him as he spun around, barely missing his target. Mac continued his spin, having practiced a lot on missing punches and slashed at Lisa again as she was rising to her feet behind him. A deep red mark appeared in Lisa’s forearm.
“Fucker!” she laughed as she danced out of his range. She stood, grinning and swaying from side to side, watching Jake and Mac carefully as she licked the blood off her arm. Jake rushed her and Lisa darted off the other way, almost falling over her mother.
“You playing or not?” Lisa asked as she stumbled by.
Since Lisa asked her, now giving her a choice, Béla said, “Not!”
“More for me, then,” Lisa quipped, then darted around behind her, using her mother’s body as a shield.
Mac was running up toward Lisa now. Lisa shoved hard against her mom’s back, shoving Béla into Mac as he ran toward the girls. One of Mac’s daggers got Béla in the stomach as she fell forward against him. The orgasmic sensation Béla radiated out distracted Lisa for a moment. She turned back to see what was happening just as her dad grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground.
“Aaaaarrrrr!” Lisa hollered in playful defeat as she flailed the air with her arms and legs.
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