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Chapter 66:
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The sidewalks were lined with palm trees and we were the cause of a near collision as a driver glanced at our naked bodies and almost swerved into oncoming traffic. Bella and I giggled and went on.
The night was young and at first we were just sightseeing. The buildings were old and white with terracotta roofs and potted plants hanging from fixtures. The streetsigns were in Spanish. People gasped as we went by, stopping to stare in shock with their hands over their mouths. Bella and I found it amusing and we didn't bother to cover anything at all. We were not only liberated from the island and all the attachments and obligations there but liberated from any kind of convention at all it seemed.
Eventually we entered a densely populated square with a massive fountain in the center of it. Plaza de la Virgen. There were many cafes and lots of couples on dates, sitting at tables under the night sky while waiters went back and forth in white jackets, or strolling, like Bella and I, albeit with actual clothes on. The lampposts were iron and oldfashioned and the Cathedral of Valencia rose against the black nightsky like a great stone wedding cake. The square was loud with activity, street performers and musicians, conversation, laughter, but all who glanced our way were shocked into silence as Bella and I went by with cocky swings of our naked hips. A young woman dropped a icecream. A violin player froze with his bow mid-note. Bella ignored them all and gazed around at the old Spanish architecture like any other tourist.
We continued on to the fountain and everyone we passed stopped and stared and nudged their friends to look as well. A gold nameplate on the rim of fountain proclaimed it was unveiled in 1976. The fountain was huge and lit with yellow globes from under the water so that it appeared to cascade in a perpetual radiance. There were several young people perched around the rim of the fountain, like students on dates, but they all rose in shock and moved away at our approach.
Bella and I finally took a seat here, on the rim of the fountain, and relaxed for a while. By now we had acquired quite a retinue of followers, mostly male, a few scandalized and partly-excited girls with them. I was surprised no one had called the police yet but I suppose they were too busy taking pictures with their phones to actually call.
Bella reclined on the concrete rim like a mermaid and I had crossed my legs. The lamplight illuminated our breasts and bodies and an odd tingle had begun between my legs. I had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist but I had never quite flaunted myself so flagrantly as I was doing now.
"Well," I said to Bella. "This is oddly liberating, isn't it?"
Bella grinned at the flock of paparazzi we'd gathered. "Tell me about it," she said. "I guess this is how goddesses must feel. Not a care in the world. Above everything."
I smiled at her reasoning and let my eyes linger of a young blonde woman in the crowd, a tourist like us, light skinned among the latin natives. She was staring with her mouth open in shock and it was a pleasant feeling to know I could simply go over and kill her and not worry at all about any repercussions.
Bella sighed and smiled at me.
"This is going to be so amazing, Vicky," she said. "I haven't been this excited since we first met."
I laughed and leaned back to touch the water in the fountain. "Neither have I. But that doesn't mean we don't have to be careful. Just because we're not keeping a residence, we'll still have to…"
Bella put a finger to my lips to silence me. I still had my hand in the fountain. She smiled at me and looked at me with cocky eyes.
"I don't want to hear it, Vicky," she said. "No more being careful. No more pretending. From now on we're just going to be ourselves."
I smiled and laved up a scoop of water and let it drip back into the fountain. The crowd watching us had grown and some of them were catcalling or laughing. I paid them no mind and focused on Bella.
"Ourselves, hm?"
"Yeah," she said with a grin, slowly leaning toward my lips. "Ourselves."
Our mouths connected and a gasp of excitement came from the crowd along with some giggles and laughter.
Bella and I ignored them and let our lips part and our tongues entwine as we perched there on the rim of the fountain like ornamental statues, white as marble and perfect in every possible way, silhouetted in the yellow radiance of the water spray like angels on earth. Bella's boldness was infectious and now I cupped her face and deepened the kiss, letting my tongue all the way into her mouth. She moaned and laughed and stroked one of my breasts with her hand. My vagina had begun to throb and soon her hand was down there between my thighs. I had opened my legs and she was rubbing me, firm with her little fingers, the kiss broken so we could gaze into each other's eyes.
My orgasm was recorded on the phones of at least a dozen young men and women, all of them in excited states of shock, standing around in skirts and date clothes. The others not filming had begun to frown in mounting outrage and soon some of the conservative among them were calling out for us to stop. Bell and I ignored them. We didn't speak spanish, anyway, even though the indignity was clear enough in their voices.
I had leaned to lick at Bella's nipples and Bella had lifted a leg over the rim of the fountain so that she was straddling it, one foot on the dry pavement, the other in the water. I continued playing with her breasts for a while, the mounds of them glowing a pale yellow in the romantic light, and then her hands took over while I lowered my head to her vagina. The crowd was getting rowdy by now and some of them were calling out requests for certain positions, at least that's what it sounded like. I couldn't understand them and I wouldn't have listened anyway. I was licking at Bella's vagina, moaning, and Bella was reclining there on the rim of the fountain, her legs wide open, her naked chest heaving. Police were finally arriving and pushing their way through the crowd when Bella orgasmed loudly with her face raised to the nightsky.
The orgasm had delighted the crowd and many of them began hooting and clapping like theatregoers after a good show. But the applause soon turned to groans as the police officers barked at us and told us to get off the fountain. Bella and I laughed and did as we were told, for the moment, and even raised our hands, perhaps in part simply to showcase our breasts. One of the officers was male, his face beet red, but the other was female, and she gave us dark looks of disgust as she marched us toward their police car. Bella flirted with her and offered her wrists for handcuffs, kinky little thing that she was, but the ladyofficer only drew her nightstick and pointed with it aggressively toward the police car.
Not long later we were at the police station, each wrapped in gray emergency blankets they had given us. The ladyofficer spoke a bit of broken english and she demanded our names and identification. We had nothing to tell her. We only stood there with the blankets around our shoulders and our buttocks revealed to anyone behind us, smiling at the ladyofficer and admiring her face and body. She had black hair and a dark scowl but she was quite beautiful and she had large breasts that were barely contained in her uniform blouse. Eventually the ladyofficer lost patience with us and marched us into the drunktank and locked us in until we were ready to talk.
There were three other women in the cell, two friends in cocktail dresses who sat together on the concrete embankment that run along the walls and stared at us drunkenly as we entered and dropped the blankets and took our own seats opposite, naked, legs crossed, smiling like two women on a date. The third woman was a trashy teenager in shredded denim jeans who was passed out and curled up in the corner. Aside from that there was nothing else in the cell but a toilet and a barred window that looked out onto a brick wall.
Bella and I smiled at the other two women, the ones in cocktail dresses. The bulb in the bare ceiling gave a raw yellow light that gave them the look of clowns in their smeared makeup. I looked up at the ceiling and looked at the raw concrete walls and then I snorted and shook my head and nudged my mate with my elbow.
"See?" I said to her. "This is what happens when you're not careful."
Bella laughed and looked around as well. "Yeah, and we didn't even kill anyone. Well, not that they know of. Are they really allowed to lock you up for public indecency?"
I shrugged a naked shoulder. "Apparently."
Bella sighed and looked around once more.
"Well, doesn't matter," she said. "I can probably bend the bars on the window and we can squeeze out through there. We can leave whenever we want."
I smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "That's true, but where do we go?"
She smiled at me and snuggled under my arm. "I don't know. Steal a car. Drive somewhere. Does it matter? All we need is each other and a couple victims. Although we do need to find a church somewhere. Preferably one with a cute female priest."
I laughed at that. She smiled, gazing at me, and I leaned and captured her lips with my own.
The audience here was much smaller but no less shocked. A couple gasps came from across the cell and some whispering in spanish. Bella and I broke the kiss to glance at them. They were both blackhaired and darkskinned. One of them in red, the other in purple. Cocktail dresses that clung sexily to their latina curves.
Bella turned back to me and grinned.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I gave her a shrug as if it was up to her. She giggled and released me and turned to the two women.
"Hey," she said to them. "Do you speak English? Habla inglese?"
They shook their heads, still slightly in shock.
"No," said one.
"No," said the other.
Bella grinned at them, her eyes roaming over their bodies to assess them one last time, and then she gave a toss of her chin.
"You wanna join in?" she asked them. "With me and my girlfriend? Hm?"
They blinked and stared. Bella made gestures with her hands to help the translation, shuffling backwards from me and patting the space between us, beckoning them over with shrugs of her shoulder and sexy eyes.
"Come here," she said. "Come, come, come."
One of them rose with a grin, wobbling drunkenly, in her high heels, but the other only gasped and called her back. The woman ignored her friend and sat down again between Bella and I.
Bella grinned and took the drunk woman in her arms and immediately let her tongue uncurl into the woman's mouth. The woman moaned and went into it. I was behind her and I kissed her shoulder a couple times and lowered the strap of her dress. The woman moaned and broke the kiss with Bella to turn and take one from me instead and I let my tongue into her mouth while Bella lowered the bodice of her dress to expose her breasts. They were big and brown with dark swollen nipples and Bella sucked on them and moaned until the woman turned back to Bella and laughed and stroked her hair.
Meanwhile her friend had been watching with a look close to horror on her face. She appeared to be much straighter than her friend. I smiled at her, naked, and then I rose and moved over.
She had already began to shake her head.
"No," she said. "Yo no soy un…"
But she trailed off as I straddled her lap and stroked her hair back and applied a kiss directly onto her mouth.
It didn't come naturally to her but she was drunk and half horny and she moaned and only resisted a little bit. Soon her hands stopped pushing at me and began stroking my back instead. Up and down. Moaning. I felt her fingers grip into my buttocks and I grinned into her mouth and continued to tongue her.
She was breathless when I pulled back from the kiss. I smiled at her and looked into her eyes.
"Want me to fuck you?" I asked her.
"Como?" she breathed.
I grinned and unstraddled her lap and sat beside her as I slipped a hand between her thighs. She shivered and let them open a little. She had no panties underneath, a bit of a party girl this one, and her vagina was bare and smooth and already moist.
Meanwhile the third woman, the trashy chick in denim jeans, was still passed out in the corner. She hadn't stirred at any of this. The cell was filled with moans and whimpers as the two drunk women were guided to the verge of orgasm. They climaxed with little cries and laughs and began whispering in spanish, perhaps to tell us how good it was. Bella was brushing hair away from the other woman's neck and then she leaned to the pulsepoint there and bit into it.
A gasp but no scream. The shock overwhelmed the pain. Her friend didn't even notice. She was too busy stroking my breasts and licking at the nipples. I laughed and watched from across the cell as my mate drained the woman dry and then let the body topple over and spill into the floor. She was still slightly alive and her eyes blinked slowly. The other woman finally looked up from my breasts and saw Bella's mouth covered in blood and Bella smiled at her.
The woman saw her friend next and stood up in a startled little hop. She was staring at the red pool of blood that was beginning to spread around her friend's neck and then she looked at Bella.
"Que hiciste?" she gasped. "Lo que tienes…"
She broke off suddenly and bobbed down and shook her friend by the shoulder.
"Sofia?" she asked. "Sofia?"
The woman named Sofia didn't respond. Only closed her eyes and died.
The other woman rose up again, staring at Bella's bloody mouth in terror, and quickly ran to the bars while Bella just sat there and smiled. I continued to sit there as well, with a pleasantly humming vagina and wet saliva on my nipples, while the woman called out for help.
"Socorro!" she cried. "Socorro! Ellos mataron a mi amiga!"
The guard who came was the ladyofficer who had arrested us. Which was a pleasant coincidence. She was unlocking the cell and frowning at the dead woman in the floor. The other woman was gibbering and pointing at Bella as if it was Bella's fault.
The ladyofficer entered the cell with her slapstick out and used it to point with as she barked orders. Telling the woman who was alive to back off. Demanding what had happened here. Bella and I rose with our hands up, as if we were willing to give ourselves up, and the lady officer was momentarily distracted by the blood on Bella's mouth. I used that distraction to snatch the pistol out of her belt and bash her across the head with it.
Bella laughed as the ladyofficer was struck, a dull thump of the butt of the gun across her skull. She fell over into the floor of the cell and struggled to rise and I pointed the pistol at the drunk woman in the purple dress.
"Oh dios," she said, lifting her hands.
I smiled at her. "Shh," I said. "No talking. Be quiet. Bella, get the handcuffs."
Bella giggled and she didn't need to be told twice. She bobbed down to the groaning form of the ladyofficer and retrieved the handcuffs from her belt before wrenching her up by the hair.
The ladyofficer was dazed and she stumbled as she was shoved toward the bars. Bella latched one of the bracelets of the handcuffs to one of her wrists and then wrenched her around so that her back was to the bars. The ladyofficer finally came to as her other wrist was lashed. She was facing into the cell but her hands were cuffed behind her back, around one of the bars. She tried to struggle and tug at the cuffs but all it did was cause her chest to wiggle.
The drunk woman watched in fright with her hands up. I grinned and glanced down the corridor through the bars. Luckily it was a slow night here at the police station and it seemed we would have a bit of time to rape the uppity young officer.
Bella was smiling at her cockily and the ladyofficer had turned wrathful. She was growling and wrenching at the cuffs and cursing at Bella in Spanish. Bella laughed and put her hands on the ladyofficer's breasts and stroked them through the material of her uniform blouse before beginning to unbutton her. The ladyofficer glared at her hatefully and continued to curse. Bella leaned and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth, tauntingly, teasingly.
"Aww, what's wrong?" she was whispering. "You don't want me to rape you? Hm? I bet you'll like it. Don't you think you'll like it?"
I was watching and I had the barrel of the pistol to the drunk woman's head like a hostage. The ladyofficer kept glancing at us darkly. She seemed to have no great concern for the drunk woman but she didn't want to get her killed either.
By now her blouse was open. The bra underneath was white. Bella smiled at her chest and stroked those bracups for a little bit before unlatching the bra. The catch was in the front and the breasts that surged free were large and brown. The ladyofficer was furious and blushing and small tears of humiliation had collected in the corners of her dark and pretty eyes.
Bella smiled at her and took a handful of each breast.
"Nice tits for a cop," she said, squeezing them. "Bet you'd do good as an undercover prostitute, huh?"
The ladyofficer didn't reply but she had finally stopped cursing. She seemed to realize there was no use in it. I smiled at her, keeping the pistol pressed to our hostage's head, and I had memories of how Bella and I had first met. Guns and handcuffs and raped young women and dead policeofficers.
Bella had leaned to lick at those exposed nipples. They got harder from each lick. Stiffer. The expression on the ladyofficer's face was disgust and anger but her body obviously felt otherwise. Bella suckled at her nipples, moaning attractively, and then she began unbuttoning the ladyofficer's pants.
The ladyofficer began struggling anew at this, thrashing at the handcuffs with her blouse and bra open for her naked boobs to jiggle. Bella laughed as the woman groaned in frustration and pushed down her pants. The pants dropped around her ankles and her legs were bare and brown. Bella bobbed down and looked at the ladyofficer's panties. Plain white. Regular cotton. Bella smiled at them and applied a lick or two to the material and then she pulled them down and began licking at the vagina behind them.
The ladyofficer gasped and groaned and gave me a troubled glare as her body responded to the rape. The poor woman couldn't help it. I smirked and watched her, admiring her handcuffed helplessness, her exposed tits, her blouse unbuttoned and her pants around her ankles.
Bella was moaning and licking at the stiff little clit down there and the young ladyofficer was already on the verge of orgasm. Her naked chest was heaving and she tried to fight it back but it was no use. The orgasm came over her and closed her eyes as her expression cracked and broke up in lust and humiliation and she whimpered and shuddered and began breathing heavily as all of it slowly began to ebb away. Her body sagged in defeat, still handcuffed there, and Bella continued to lick at her for a little bit.
Meanwhile it was probably time for us to get out of here. It wouldn't be long before more officers arrived and I doubt there were many as palatable to rape as this one. Luckily we had several victims here who would no longer need their clothes. As liberating as nudity could be it would be far easier to make our escape with some clothes on.
I still had the gun buried in the drunk woman's hair and now I released her and pointed at her dress with the pistol.
"Take off your clothes," I told her.
She had her hands up and she didn't understand. She blinked in fright and whimpered softly. I gestured again at her rumpled purple dress.
"Your clothes," I said. "Now."
She finally understood what I meant and began slipping off her dress and whispering in Spanish. I didn't speak the language but it sounded like she was begging for her life. It wouldn't help but it was cute to hear.
Bella had rose and now she took the dress from the drunk woman and put it on, slipping it over her head and wriggling into it. The ladyofficer watched sullenly. After Bella had the dress on I handed Bella the pistol and went over to the corpse of the other drunk woman. Luckily the pool of blood had spread away from the dress. The dress was already down around her waist, exposing her dead tits, and I managed to tug it the rest of the way.
I put the dress on and left the corpse laying there in nothing but a lace g-string. The other woman was sobbing softly to herself and covering her breasts and her crotch with her hands. The ladyofficer only glared. She had no use of her hands and no way to cover anything up. She only stood there, lashed backward to the bars, her blouse open and her panties and pants around her ankles.
Bella and I put on some shoes as well, sexy pumps that had belonged to the drunk chicks, and then Bella turned her attention to the naked woman who was covering herself. The woman sobbed and shook her head.
"No," she said. "Por favor. Por favor, no lo hagas…"
Bella laughed and struck her across the head with the pistol barrel. The woman yelped and flailed to the floor.
"Shut the fuck up," Bella said. "Come here."
She then grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her to the toilet.
"Bite down on the rim," she said. "Do it."
The woman didn't understand and she only tried to rise. Bella hit her across the head again and then forced open her jaw and put her mouth on the rim of the toilet. You could hear her teeth clatter on the porcelain. She was whimpering for mercy, not knowing what was going to happen, and then—
Bella stomped on her head.
The whimpering was cut off as all her teeth shattered. Blood spattered into the toilet water. The body shuddered with its naked back and buttocks exposed and its broken head half hanging into the toilet bowl. The woman was killed instantly and the naked corpse of her slumped over and collapsed by the drain pipe.
At this the ladyofficer began to scream.
Bella hadn't been expecting it. The ladyofficer had been rather composed till this point but that brutal execution had undid her and suddenly she was a hysterical woman who was handcuffed here with her tits out.
"Socorro!" she screamed backwards through the bars. "Help!"
Bella immediately whacked her across the face with the pistol. The woman slumped a little bit. I laughed and glanced down the corridor. No one was coming just yet.
"Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly," I said to Bella.
Bella grinned and now she was inserting the barrel of the pistol into the ladyofficer's vagina. That cold steel entering her body caused her to rouse and she came to and realized what was happening and began to panic and sob.
"No," she said. "Please."
Bella smiled and wiggled the pistol in deeper, face to face with her victim like a romantic fingering. "Shh," she said. "Look at me. Watch me."
The ladyofficer whimpered with tears leaking down her face. "Please. Don't—"
Bella fired.
The shot was muffled deep in her vagina but it was still very loud. The ladyofficer shuddered as the bullet shredded her insides. No scream. No apparent pain. Only shock and wide eyes. Bella watched it all occur in her face and then fired again. There was another dull blast and the ladyofficer shuddered again. Blood was leaking out of her vagina and running down the barrel of the pistol and down Bella's hand. Blood was running out of her mouth as well and Bella leaned and kissed her and then fired again.
The ladyofficer shuddered a final time and then her eyes dimmed and closed as her body slumped over and slid downward until it was sitting in the floor. Her legs were open and the pistol was still buried in her vagina and a pool of blood was beginning to spread underneath her.
Bella smiled and turned away, wiping her mouth, and noticed the remaining woman in the cell. The trashy chick who was passed out in the corner.
"What about her?" she asked.
I shrugged and went over and took a handful of the girl's hair. She was hardly eighteen years old and even at this she didn't stir. She seemed to be very heavily stoned.
Bella laughed and shrugged. "Can't fuck her if she's passed out."
"True," I said, and then I bit into her throat.
I drained her just for the sake of draining her and then I tossed the body to the floor along with the other three corpses. The ladyofficer was still slumped there with the pistol sticking out of her, her tits hanging out of her unbuttoned blouse, her pants down. Not the most presentable state for a corpse to be found in but better than the woman with the shattered head who was slumped by the toilet.
Bella and I took one last look around the cell, at our lovely victims, and then we giggled and bent the bars at the window and pushed out the glass and crawled out into the alley behind the police station.
This time we at least had clothes and shoes on, but we still drew glances as we strolled along at a jaunty pace, arms linking and smiling like a couple on vacation. Or a honeymoon. But before the real honeymoon could begin we'd have to find a church and arrange some kind of ceremony. Before that we simply needed to acquire some necessities. A place to stay wasn't really required. Vampires need no sleep or food and we were blessed with minimal hygiene requirements. Aside from blood all we really needed was some cash for convenience and perhaps a phone. Luckily all those things could be acquired at once.
We were going by an outdoor disco were loud salsa music boomed into the night and dancers in cocktail dresses twirled on a dancefloor under strings of lanterns. Bella and I fit right in with our own stolen cocktail dresses and began prowling for yet more victims.
We wound up at the bar were an altercation ensued. There was a woman in a blue dress there and she was swaying her hips to the music. Bella reached under her skirt and groped her ass without so much as an introduction. The woman was naturally very offended and she threw her drink in Bella's face. Bella laughed and in response she grabbed the woman and smashed her face into the bartop. The woman's skull bounced like a basketball and people gasped and dropped their glasses. I was calmly going through the woman's purse that she had left on the bar and I took out the cash and the phone. Bella had taken a tequila bottle from the bar and the woman turned around just as Bella shattered the bottle over her head. The woman flung against the bar with her ass pointing toward Bella and Bella lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of light blue panties. Bella still had the broken bottleneck in her hand and now she pulled down those panties and twisted the jagged end of it into the woman's vagina, causing a howl to come out of her that silenced even the DJ.
Bella and I weren't eager to be arrested again and so we fled, giggling and holding hands as we scampered into the streets. I gave Bella the phone while I counted the money and Bella did some quick research on churches in the area while I tucked the bills into my cleavage.
By morning we had left the city, on foot, and we were hitchhiking in the bright Venezuelan countryside. Lakes and paddocks and endless hills in the distance. At first it was only male drivers that stopped and each time we politely declined.
Finally it was a woman who pulled up to offer us a ride. The car was a convertible and we grinned and dragged her out and raped her by the side of the road, her screams of panic and hysteria oddly musical in the sunny spring forenoon.
After we were done we pondered how to execute her. She was about thirty years old and her clothes and car were rather expensive. Her hair was black and disarrayed and she wore glasses that was cocked on one ear. Her blouse had been torn open and she was sobbing to herself and trying to cover her breasts when we grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the car. I held her down with her hand behind the rear wheel and she began to beg in Spanish. Bella got into the car and started it up and the woman began screaming as the car slowly backed over her skull. The rear of the car humped up and then abruptly dropped again as the head collapsed in a wet explosion of blood and brains and black hair and the body twitched twice as Bella and I laughed over the revving of the motor.
The car was a convertible and we rode with the top down, following a map on the phone and visiting different churches. Many of them old and worth the visit simply for the history. Ancient buildings of crumbling stone with gothic spires and brass bells in high towers and tolled the hour as pigeons flew up in flocks.
The church we finally came to was one of the newer ones, an episcopal church that was kept by a single priest—a female one. She was young and quite beautiful and she greeted us with a bright smile in English. She wore black robes that were quite modest but it was reasonable to assume the body beneath would be as lovely as the face.
The interior of the church was empty and there was a scent of woodpolish and incense in the air. There was no service today, she explained, but we said that was okay. We were here for a wedding. She was surprised that we were a couple but completely accepting and openminded and she congratulated us on our commitment to each other and ushered us toward her office where we could discuss the details. But we halted her halfway down the aisle and asked if we could have an impromptu ceremony right here instead, since we weren't citizens of the country and we didn't need it to be an official civil union. It was only for ourselves.
She was remarkably amendable to the idea, eager to celebrate love in all its forms, and she asked if we had anything appropriate to wear, our cocktail dresses not quite the correct colors. I said we were fine like this but she clucked her tongue and offered us clothes directly from her own closet, a pair of creamcolored sundresses that were modest but beautiful, much like the priest herself. Bella and I gratefully accepted them and she allowed us to change in her own quarters.
Hardly half an hour later we were standing at the altar while the woman read from a bible in Spanish. She had let us borrow bouquets as well and we stood there with bright smiles while our love was finally ordained in an actual ceremony. A plaster Christ nailed to a crucifix watched the proceedings with eyes averted sadly as if he didn't approve and a Virgin Mary stood by in stone robes with a baby lamb in her arms. Bella and I slipped the rings onto each other's fingers and repeated the vows as the priest recited them to us and finally the priest smiled and closed her bible.
"I now pronounce you life partners," she said. "The brides may kiss."
Bella and I smiled radiantly and then we touched our lips together. Modestly. I was cupping her face and deepened it for just a moment, slipping her a bit of tongue, and then I released her and smiled.
The priest was smiling as well. She had been watching the kiss quite closely and deep in her beautiful black eyes she was perhaps just a little turned on.
"Bueno," she said.
I turned to her with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much for doing this. We've wanted an actual ceremony for a long time."
"Is my pleasure," she said. "Your love is very beautiful."
Bella grinned at that and tucked some hair behind her ear shyly. "Thanks. Too bad it can't be official, though. I guess no matter what you do, there's always something missing. But I guess that's what keeps us going, huh?"
The priest smiled and chuckled softly.
"Is ceremony that is important," she said with her thick accent.
I sighed and looked up through the stainedglass windows. It was past noon by now and very bright outside. You could hear birds chirp in the quiet country solitude and there probably wasn't a soul for miles aside from this beautiful young priest in her lonely church.
I turned back to her with a smile.
"I suppose that's true," I said. "And the only thing more significant than a ceremony is a ritual."
She raised a brow inquisitively. I smirked and made a vague gesture with a hand.
"But rituals, of course, require more than words and rings," I said. "Most couples complete the ritual by making love. By consummating the marriage. But Bella and I aren't much of a regular couple. Our rituals are consummated by blood."
The priest's brow puckered, as if she didn't understand, and Bella reached and took her by the hair.
She was startled but she couldn't flinch out of Bella's grip.
"What?" she gasped. "What are you—?"
Bella grinned and pulled her into a rough kiss, mashing their mouths together and causing the woman to moan in horror and surprise and a tiny note of delight as well. Bella pushed her tongue into her mouth and kissed her deep, gripping her hair until the woman wept, and then she broke the kiss abruptly and smirked at her.
"You're going to be the final part of our ritual," she said.
I smiled and took her from Bella. "The sacrifice."
"No," she said as we shoved her toward the altar. "No."
Bella was ripping off her robes. The woman squealed but she didn't scream. Underneath she wore a gray shift and soon that was ripped away too. Finally she was naked and her body was quite impressive for a woman of the cloth. Large breasts. Ripe and full. Long legs the color of brown sugar. Everything about her firm and delicious. Such a shame for all that to go to waste on God.
Bella and I were pushing her onto the large stone altar. She was kicking with her bare legs and she kicked over a fountain of holy waters. Bella giggled and caught her ankles and held her down. I was holding her down by her arms. We were surrounded by a conclave of stainedglass with saints in colourful robe that looked on like witnesses. She was becoming hysteric.
"Oh, please," she sobbed. "Stop. Stop."
Bella opened her legs and applied a long lick across her vagina.
The priest hissed in a breath and buckled on the altar. I grinned and held her down to keep her from thrashing. Bella was kneeling and she had her arms hooked around the woman's thighs as she moaned and licked and lapped at that sensitive slit.
The woman whimpered and looked up at me helplessly. I smiled at her and lowered my mouth to hers.
"Shh," I whispered. "Don't struggle. It'll be over in a minute. I want to thank you again for providing this service for us. It was long overdue."
"Please."
"Shh…"
I was kissing at her mouth and now I covered it with my own. At first she tried to resist but then she began to respond. I wasn't even holding her arms anymore. I was caressing her face and kissing her gently, lovingly. Her cheeks were hot under my hands and her body was heaving on the altar. Legs spread. Bella's head between them, licking at her, nibbling at her netherlips.
Soon she was gasping and on the verge of orgasm. She had given in by now and her body was radiant with sunlight and lust as it squirmed and arched with those perfect brown mounds on her chest. The statue of the Virgin Mary was smiling softly and even she seemed to be secretly aroused by the display. The priest was moaning and I licked at her nipples and I was leaning over her so that she could suckle at mine as well. She was getting closer and closer and finally I paused to watch her face. It was flushed and breathless. Nothing in her dark eyes but an even darker lust that grew and grew until those eyes rolled up in her head and her spine arched under the eyes of Christ and the Saints and—
Bella bit into her thigh.
The scream of ecstasy became a scream of pain. She started thrashing again but I held her down and smiled and moved my own lips to her throat. The pulse there was throbbing like a pump and the blood burst out in a beautiful fountain as I ripped into it with my teeth and gulped it down.
Bella and I took our time draining her and soon she stopped struggling. Her limbs went weak and wilted and slumped over the sides of the altar. Bella and I rose up with our mouths covered in blood and we came around the altar and wrapped each other into a bloody kiss before lifting our dresses over our heads and settling down on the carpet before the altar to lick at each other's vaginas and consummate our love in a way it had never quite been consummated.
It was dusk by the time we finally left the church. The sun was setting in the west and covering the land in a blood red twilight. We had left the priest on the altar and washed our mouths and vaginas with water intended for baptism. Bella came skipping down the lane and she jumped into the convertible without opening the door. I went around and got into the driver's side and pulled the door closed.
Bella was holding up her hand and smiling at the ring on her finger in the last of the sunlight like newlywed. I smiled and started the car.
"Well," I said. "I guess now our honeymoon can officially begin, hm?"
She giggled and bounced in her seat. "I guess so. I'm so happy to be your wife, Victoria."
"As am I, my love," I told her affectionately. "As am I."
Bella smiled and leaned over the gearshift to place a kiss on my lips and then I turned back to the wheel and drove out onto the highway, toward the red demise of the day and the distant slaughter of the sun.
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AN: This one was lots of fun to write, lol. Bella and Vicky unleashed. :)
This chapter was very brutal, but it was mostly fluff. No tension or angst. Well, not for Bella and Vicky, lol. This is where the story winds down and we get a glimpse of the happily ever after. From here I suppose the rest of the story is basically an extended epilogue. No more plot twists. Just resolutions. :)
That wedding scene was an idea from a certain special reviewer, lol. Big thanks for the inspiration. I think it turned out really well. The prison scene was interesting too. A couple creative deaths there. I would've preferred if Bella and Vicky somehow seduced a ladyguard to let them go, but this was fun too, lol.
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)