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The First Tale

By: col.h.carruthers



Hamish pulled into the parking space beside the red Fiesta and smiled at the young woman who was leaning against it’s bonnet. She gave a small wave of recognition and walked slowly round to the driver’s side of Hamish’s car. As it was a warm summer’s day she was dressed in a light coloured top and a tight fitting skirt, not too short but enough to show off her smooth shapely legs. 

“Hello, Sally. Been waiting long?” asked Hamish, managing to make eye contact with Sally but also having time to sneak a glance at her small firm breasts as she leaned in to talk to him through the car window. Hamish liked women with small breasts especially those that had nipples that were smooth and round when aroused and he knew from previous experience that Sally’s were like this and he had to adjust his sitting position to accommodate the erection that had begun when he thought about how good it was going to be to be able to fondle Sally’s breasts and suck on her nipples again.

“Not really," She replied, “I just can’t believe we’re going through with this. That fucking bitch has got some nerve.”

“Well let’s go up to her flat and get things sorted out. Once she has to put her signature on the agreement we’ve drawn up she might change her mind.”

“I really appreciate you helping me out like this. I couldn’t think of any one else when she gave me the ultimatum.”

As they walked into the block of flats and up the stairs, Hamish went over the terms of the agreement that they had drawn up for Gillian, Sally’s former flat-mate, to sign. The need for the agreement had arisen from a rather unusual suggestion from Gillian about how Sally could pay back money she had had to borrow. Gillian’s friendly demeanour hid a nasty side that could be vicious and vindictive but Sally had been totally unprepared for the suggestion made by her at the meeting they had had to discuss loan repayment.

Gillian had demanded that Sally pay back all the money she owed in one lump sum even though she knew this would be impossible for Sally to do. Gillian would not consider any offer of payment plans and it was then that she gave Sally another option - If she was to let Gillian watch her make love with her boyfriend then the debt would be cancelled. Sally knew there was no way that Arthur would agree to this but her old friend Hamish might just be the man for the job. 

At first Hamish had thought it was some sort of wind-up but when Sally burst into tears and showed him the ‘contract’ that Gillian had drawn up he had agreed to help Sally pay off her debt. They had rewritten Gillian’s contract so that it was more legally binding and had sent her a copy. She had agreed to the terms and today had been set as the date for debt “repayment”.

Once seated in Gillian’s living room it was apparent that she was just as nervous as Hamish and Sally about the situation. Cups of tea had been made and drunk slowly with lots of small talk to avoid the real reason for the gathering.

“This is bloody ridiculous” said Hamish, “We’re never going to get anywhere at this rate. Go and get a bottle of wine and some glasses and let’s decide how we are going to do this."

Wine glass in hand, Hamish outlined the plan. “Since we agree that we will all be naked during this, here’s what I suggest. Gillian should undress me, then Sally should undress her and then when I undress Sally the show will begin. What do you think?”

“Sounds okay to me.” said Gillian

“Suppose it will have to do," said Sally, “but I feel sick right now, gotta go to the bathroom."

Whilst Sally was out of the room Gillian drew the curtains and Hamish refilled the glasses.

“I can’t do it in here, its got to be the bed room” stated Sally upon her return.

“Okay, we’ll move into the bedroom once we are ready to start. The signal will be the next time you put your glass down on the coffee table,” Hamish said.

With that Sally picked up her glass and downed its contents in one go, slamming the glass down on the table.

“Blimey I thought I would get to enjoy my drink at least” Hamish gulped.

Gillian without saying a word got out off her seat and told Hamish to stand up. Nervously he did so and stood to face her. Looking him straight in the eye she pulled his Jethro Tull T-shirt out of his jeans and began to walk around him pulling the shirt out as she went. When she was behind him she reached round and undid his belt, button and zip, which was some relief to Hamish as his cock had begun to harden as soon as she had stood up and was now pressing urgently against the confines of his jeans. He held his arms up as she peeled the t-shirt off over his head and threw it on the floor. She then knelt in front of him and pulled down his jeans, which he kicked off and as she removed his boxer shorts Hamish’s cock sprang out now completely hard with the head bright red and throbbing. Still on her knees Gillian could feel the heat pulsating from Hamish’s cock and see the droplets of pre-cum that had begun to form on its head. She licked her lips and her eyes filled with a lustful glint.

“You can look but you can’t touch,” said Hamish reminding Gillian of the agreement. An evil glare momentarily spread across her face but she quickly replaced it with a forced smile and stood turning to face Sally who had been watching from her seat. 

“My turn next,” she spat at Sally

Sally hesitantly stood up, kicked off her sandals, took a deep breath and walked over to where Gillian stood. All the time staring her straight in the eye with a look of sheer contempt Sally undid the buttons on Gillian’s blouse, exposing a pair of tits much larger than her own with nipples that were hard, erect and pointing to the ceiling. Hamish who had sat back down was watching Gillian’s disrobing and slowly stroking his cock, sliding his hand expertly from tip to base and up again, pausing momentarily to squeeze the tip forcing spasms of pleasure to pulsate the length of his shaft.

In one go Gillian’s trousers and knickers were literally hauled down her legs to reveal one of the hairiest pussies that Hamish had ever seen. Thick curly hair almost as ginger as the hair on her head covered Gillian’s groin. As she lifted her feet out of the clothes on the floor Hamish could see the glisten of moisture on the engorged lips of her pussy causing him to pump his hand up and down his cock faster, with his other hand fondling his balls filling the whole of his lower body with ripples of lust.

“Don’t you forget what you’re here for,” said Gillian as she straightened up again and began to massage her tits so that the already erect nipples grew even harder and more pointed.

Sally walked over to Hamish, took hold of both his hands and made him stand up.

“Follow Me,” she said taking hold of his cock and leading him into the bedroom. 

Gillian followed behind and whilst Sally and Hamish stopped at the bottom of the old-fashioned bedstead she climbed into the wickerwork basket chair in the corner. As she sat cross-legged in the chair stoking her tits, her pussy slowly peeled apart to reveal soft inner lips that were slowly oozing creamy love juice.

Sally and Hamish faced each other at the bottom of the bed, Hamish put his arms around Sally and held her close, and he could feel her shaking in his arms and knew that it wasn’t lust that was causing this. 

“It will be okay,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. 

Sally returned his kiss and slowly opened her lips to receive Hamish’s tongue that gently probed her mouth. Her tongue began to entwine with Hamish’s and as their kissing became more passionate their mouths parted and they poked at each other’s tongues like two cavaliers locked in a duel. Hamish was running his hands up and down Sally’s back, finding her spine and running his fingers gently up and down causing Sally to wriggle as the sensations rippled through her body. As their mouths parted Sally melted into Hamish’s grip and he began to nuzzle her neck covering it in kisses and licking and nibbling her neck and ear lobes. Sally began to thrust her hips forward and grind her groin into Hamish’s cock, which had been pushed upright as they had embraced. Expertly he undid her bra strap and almost in the same motion turned her around so that her bum was now pushing into his cock that now nestled between her bum cheeks. As he undid her blouse buttons from the bottom he was kissing and licking her neck and face. When the last button was undone he put his arms around her waist and gently slid his hands over her belly and round her ribcage and grasped both her tits, gently kneading them so that the nipples grew hard and rounded. Sally turned her head and kissed Hamish hungrily, running her tongue around his lips, darting it in and out of his mouth. 

Hamish told her to turn around and grasp hold of the bedstead. Whilst Sally was turning around Hamish looked over to the chair where Gillian was watching. She was now only fondling one tit as her other hand had wandered to her hairy mound and she was gently rubbing her pussy forcing open the lips so that even more love juice glistened on the dark red mass of hair that covered her groin. Her finger slowly began to circle her clit, which Hamish could now see was hard and erect.

Moving behind Sally and kneeling on the floor Hamish gently pushed up her skirt, over her hips revealing a pair of silky knickers held in place by a small bow at each side. One hand he slid up to grasp Sally’s tits, holding both of them in one hand and squeezing them together. As he kissed the backs of her thighs his other hand massaged her buttocks, causing Sally to moan softly and begin rhythmically rocking from foot to foot. As his upwardly mobile tongue encountered the hem of her knickers Hamish slid his tongue underneath and traced the outline of her buttocks. He followed the outline of the silky cloth to the left until he encountered the bow. This he undid with his teeth and gently nuzzled aside the knickers that fell to the floor. Hamish began licking the hard firm buttocks that were now fully exposed. Shifting his position slightly he slid his hand down from Sally’s tits and grasped a buttock in each hand. Squeezing them at first together and then apart he gently massaged her buttocks. As he gently pulled the buttocks apart he got full sight of her lovely dark bum hole and at the same time could see the engorged lips of her pussy prising apart in response to his manipulations. At each stoke he could hear the moist lips reluctantly parting company and the glisten of Sally’s delicious love juices increase as more and more of it oozed from her pussy. His cock was throbbing as never before and Hamish used every ounce of his determination to resist the urge to thrust his cock hard into Sally’s pussy. Instead he prised her buttocks as far apart as he could and covered her bum hole with his mouth, running his tongue gently round the rim of her bum, barely touching the skin.

There were two sharp intakes of breath as Hamish began rimming Sally’s bum. One from Sally herself who was now leaning over the bedstead supporting her weight on her forearms, thrusting her bum back onto Hamish’s mouth as much as her quivering legs would allow.

The other intake of breath was from Gillian who could not believe what she was watching. She was now frantically rubbing her clit with one hand that slid up and down her pussy, whilst three fingers of her other hand were deep inside her pussy in a co-ordinated thrusting motion that was causing her to break out into a sweat and she was so wet from the erotic scene in front of her that every thrust of her hand filled the room with a loud squelching sound accompanying the musky smell of her love juices that wafted throughout the room.

Sally was by now shaking uncontrollably as Hamish’s tongue probed her bum hole sending sensations throughout her body almost bringing her to orgasm but not enough o actually give her the relief she wanted.

Hamish changed his position so that he was now sitting on the floor with his face in front of Sally’s neatly trimmed pussy where he could see her love juices oozing out of her and begin to slowly trickle down her inner thighs. He breathed in deeply savouring her smell. As he exhaled Sally let out a soft moan as the warm breath drifted over her ever so sensitive lips. Taking in another breath Hamish covered the whole of her pussy with his mouth and gently exhaled again. As he reached the end of his breath he ran his tongue the full length of Sally’s pussy from bottom to top, prising open her lips as he did so which let forth a small gush of love juice which dribbled down his chin. As his tongue moved upwards he began to probe further inside her pussy, pushing past her inner lips and under the small hood that encapsulated her clitoris that was hard and burning hot. At the first fleeting contact of his tongue with her clit Sally’s legs began to buckle and she had to lean forward onto the back of Hamish’s head to remain upright. She pulled his head into her belly wrapping her fingers into his hair so that she could apply even more pressure forcing his mouth harder onto her pussy.

Circling her clit with his tongue, occasionally dragging it over the top and sucking on it to make it even more erect, Hamish was also circling Sally’s bum hole with his fingers. Taking one of his thumbs he gently inserted into Sally’s pussy. The warm wet sensation of her love juices on his hand sent spasms through his cock which was by down rhythmically bouncing of its own accord in time with his heart beat as the hot blood throbbed through his shaft. Unable to ignore his cock any more he began to slowly wank himself with his other hand, setting up a slow rhythm which matched the movement of his tongue on Sally’s clit which was in turn matched by the motion of his thumb inside her pussy slowly grinding against her g-spot. 

Sally was bent almost double by now with the conflicting pleasurable sensations coursing through her body and began to rock in time with Hamish’s movements. The fire inside her had now grown so hot that she was unable to stop her body shaking uncontrollably. Her stomach ached as her muscles contracted and expanded as the orgasm build up inside her. Hardly able to breath she threw her head back and let out a long deep moan as she exploded in orgasm, her whole body quivering as the pleasure gushed through her body. Hamish felt her pussy contract around his thumb and his wanking of himself became faster and more furious as he could feel his own orgasm building. 

Sally slowly stood up and back from Hamish so that his lips left her clit and his thumb slipped from her pussy followed by a warm flow of cum. As she regained control of her senses and stumbled onto the bed, she smiled at Hamish who was left cross-legged on the floor furiously stroking his cock.

“Don’t waste it there,” she said stretching out her hand to Hamish, inviting him onto the bed. 

Hamish reluctantly stopped his wanking and grasped the tip of his cock. As he squeezed hard the sensations gradually subsided and he stood up to join Sally on the bed. 

Gillian was still cross-legged in the wicker chair but her legs were spread wide apart stretching her pussy wide open. With her head flung back she was slowly rubbing her pussy with the flat of her hand and pinching her nipples with the other. Judging by the stain on the cushion of the chair she had had her own orgasm and was now enjoying its after-effects.

As Hamish approached the bed Sally reached out and stopped him. She swung her legs onto the floor so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She grasped hold of Hamish’s cock and bending her head slightly she licked the tip of it, savouring the salty taste of his pre-cum which dribbled out of his cock. This caused a shiver to run down the length of Hamish’s cock and down his legs to his toes. 

Sally licked the head of his cock expertly engulfing it as her tongue twisted around and over it. Drawing back she looked up at Hamish and smiled, then enveloped his cock in her soft lips as she leaned forward and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips around his shaft as she slid it into her mouth and at the same time managed to still run her tongue round and round his tip. The warm moist sensations of her mouth and the attention of her tongue meant that it was now Hamish’s turn to quiver and shake. Sally increased the speed of her thrusting that meant that she was not able to take all of his cock now but every backward stroke was accompanied by a rapid flickering of her tongue around his tip. As she settled into a rhythm Sally grasped Hamish’s balls and began to massage them gently at first and then gradually increasing the force and speed. Hamish gritted his teeth and swore under his breath at the ecstasy that Sally was delivering which was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Sally seemed to know how to regulate her pressure so that things stayed on the pleasure side of the dividing line.

Opening his eyes Hamish looked over Sally’s head to where Gillian was now more sprawled than sitting in the chair. Her feet pressing firmly into the floor, her knees splayed apart opening up her pussy to the hand that was now furiously rubbing at her clit. Her other hand gripped the arm of the chair and her head was flopped over the back of the chair. The room was filled with the creaking of the wickerwork chair as Gillian rocked back and forth to increase the sensations she was inducing in her self. Soon the creaking of the wickerwork was competing with Gillian’s breathing and moaning. Another sound entered the competition as the moaning gave way to whimpering. This happening in time with the rocking and rubbing that was increasing in intensity too. As Gillian reached another climax her whimpers became shorter and clipped. They became almost inaudible as she suddenly stopped moving for a fraction of a second and all became momentarily still. Then with a fast and furious flourish of rubbing, with her head dropping forward in her concentration, her whole body became racked with an uncontrollable convulsion. She let out a high-pitched yelp and then collapsed back into the chair as her orgasm flooded throughout her body. Sweat formed on her forehead and upper body and her legs glistened from where cum oozed out of her pussy. Gillian lay back gasping for breath, eyes closed and arms flopped at her side

In order to regain Hamish’s attention Sally took her index finger and traced a line from the tip of his cock right down his scrotum, across his perineum and began to circle his bum hole. Hamish bent his knees slightly and Sally was able to slip the tip of her finger into his bum. She matched the insertion of her finger to the motion of her mouth on Hamish’s cock so that once again hot burning sensations were welling up inside Hamish and his cock began to throb as he felt his cum rising.

Sally must have felt it too because she slowly stopped her mouth rocking on his cock and removed her finger from his bum. She reached up and pulled Hamish onto the bed. Her mouth locked onto his and as they wriggled on the bed their tongues recommenced their earlier battle.

Sally moved herself so that she was on top of Hamish and as she sat up his cock nuzzled in to her buttocks. As Hamish attempted to manoeuvre his cock into her bum hole Sally slipped forward,

“ Not yet,” she whispered, “I’m not finished.” 

Sally carried on up the bed so that she was above Hamish’s face. As she spread her legs Hamish looked straight into the bright pink mass of her pussy that was speckled with droplets of white cum. He licked his lips as Sally peeled apart her inner lips to reveal the nesting place of her clit that was still hard and erect. Sally lowered herself onto Hamish’s face and let out a moan of delight as his tongue flicked across the surface of her clit, his lips encircling it and holding it still. Hamish thrust his chin into Sally’s pussy and felt her warm moist lips enveloping his face. He could feel droplets of cum and love juice trickling down his cheeks. His tongue was now furiously working round and round Sally’s clit pushing it into her pelvic bone and then periodically making forays into her pussy so that he could lick inside her, flicking his tongue as deep as he could, rubbing every nodule that covered the walls of her pussy. At the same time he had to try and breath as his nose was pressed against her clit and Sally was grinding her body against his face and love juices constantly oozed over his face.


The First Taste



Creaking of floors – the deadly fear for all sexually active teens.

I was nineteen, and a little inexperienced. I used to think I'd wait until I was married, but as I grew older I became more and more interested in sex. I owned a vibrator, dirty magazines and some lacy underwear, but I was dissatisfied, and wanted something – or someone – more. 

The small problem was that there were no men I was interested in on the horizon. The big problem was that when I lived at home, my parents were always there, and when I was a school, I had a roommate. I figured the time had come for me to do something, and not just sit around, bored and masturbating. But the perfect guy and perfect moment seemed to never arrive. That is, until Thanksgiving.

It was a pretty dull Thanksgiving, the grandparents, aunts and uncles all had arrived as usual. I was helping with the heaps of dishes when there was a knock at the door. My dad answered it, and it was my friend, Matt. I hadn't seen him in a few months, and frankly, he was looking pretty good. He had gotten interested in the gym and his gangly limbs had fleshed out very, very well. My mom excused me from the dishes, and we headed downstairs. 

"How are you?" I asked awkwardly.

"Good, good. Kind of tired, but school's going okay."

I could see him checking me out as well. I had had my final growth spurt and was now around 5'6, with rounded breasts and long red hair. He gave me a hug, one that lasted a little longer than normally. I decided that if there would ever be a good time, this would be it. I rubbed my breasts into his chest a little, and smiled.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?" He knew something was up, but didn't know what yet.

"We're both getting a little older now, and we're good friends right?" I smiled at him again, touching his arm lightly.

"Yes," he said, hesitantly.

"We can trust each other. I'm single, you're single, and we're both pretty young," I said, smiling again and moving my hand to his zipper. "Maybe it's time we had a little fun. Just for now." And with that, I took off my top, sitting there in a black pair of panties I had just bought last week. They were already a little wet.

"Um… Shannon… are you sure…? I mean… I don't want a long distance girlfriend and we would argue too much and…" At that point, I kissed him. I knew I could convince him this was all for fun in five seconds.

Our lips pressed in, and I opened my mouth a little, feeling his hot soft tongue lick and tease my mouth… I knew this would be good. His fears gone, he unhooked the back of my bra, reveling in the sight of my naked breasts. He immediately went for them, licking around my pink aureoles, occasionally stopping to nibble them. I licked his ear, trailing my tongue around the shell-like rim, eliciting groans of pleasure that distracted him from my breasts. I heard noises and laughter upstairs, and paused, listening – I could hear my mom saying, "Yes, they've always been the best of friends. See, boys and girls can be friends and nothing else, so many people don't believe that…"

I hid a grin. Sorry Mom, but a girl's gotta filled her needs. Matt continued to lick and suck my breasts, rubbing his hands near the bottom of my pants but not venturing in. I looked at him and smiled… time to give him a nice surprise. I stared at him, making sure he was watching, and went for his fly button. He breathed in sharply, and his eyes widened a little. I had heard him say so many times that he preferred blowjobs to actual sex… and I wanted to try a little cock. I eased the zipper downward, realizing his cock was already hard. I touched it lightly through his underwear and he moaned, sounding like he was in agony. I teased Matt a little, letting my tongue touch him through the fabric, knowing he could feel the hot wetness. He moaned again, shifting his hips and looking at me with begging eyes. I eased his tightening underwear, down, noticing how it suddenly sprang to attention. I just looked at it for a moment, for I had been curious as to see what a real cock looked like for a while. It stood, red and fairly large (as far as I knew at the time) and I decided to investigate a little more. I leaned forward and Matt tense in anticipation. I breathed a little on it, exhaling hot moist air, as Matt trembled, waiting. I played with his balls a little with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste, and then trailed my tongue up his rock-hard cock. He gasped again, running his fingers through my red hair. 

"Ready?" I asked.

"Oh God, Yes!"

"Are you sure?" I asked teasingly, letting my nipple rub against his hardened cock. "Please… Shannon…" I leaned forward, and began to suck the tip of it, surprised to find it already a little wet. I wet my mouth a little, letting it drip, and then rubbing his shaft and his balls with my fingers.

"Shannon?" Shit! That was my mom, calling down the stairs. "Can you come here for a minute?" I extricated my mouth, and shrugged at Matt, who was horrified.

"Coming, Mom." Well, that certainly meant Matt wouldn't be for a moment. I looked at him and smiled. Time for some fun. As I quickly put on my shirt he moved to do up his pants. "No," I said, and he looked at me blankly. "Stay exactly as you are… exactly. If I see that you've moved at all, I won't play anymore." 

"But… what if someone...?"

"That's part of the fun… Pleeease?" I leaned down and licked him a little and he quickly agreed. I went upstairs and helped my mom, who was kind of short, put away the candles in a high cupboard. Then I walked back downstairs, taking my time. He was still sitting there, exactly as he had been before, fully dressed with his hard cock sticking out. I was amused to note that it was even harder than it was before, if possible. He blushed a little, and I took my time to go and sit at his feet. I made no move to touch him, and he urgently looked at me. I moved in and started to lick and suck his delicious cock, swirling my tongue around it. He groaned, and I shook my head a little. No noise, after all my parents could come down any second. I felt his cock tighten in my mouth and he started to thrust his hips. I sunk my mouth on it as deeply as I could go and felt Matt's cock suddenly spurt into my mouth, filling it with his cum. I swallowed, delighted, and got up, sitting on his naked lap.

"So, Matt. How's your Thanksgiving going?" He laughed and kissed me.

"A lot better than I thought it would be… I'm going to have to visit you at school!" I smiled, knowing there would be many more surprises and a lot more fun in store in the future.

And there has been.



The First Taste



They've been sitting in the club for the past hour, watching people walk by, seeing people dancing, looking at all the different outfits and costumes, then look at their own. He is wearing leather pants, tight black top and a collar. She is wearing a black frilly, girly type corset top with matching underwear, high heels and a collar. 

He begins rubbing her back, tracing his fingers along the exposed skin, at times barely touching her soft delicate skin. He then leans in from behind and starts kissing her neck, deeply infatuated with her smell, breathing deeply, enjoying her taste. Jane tilts her neck to the side looking at another couple having sex only across the table. She then closes her eyes and enjoys the soft delicate kissing of her lover as his kissing slowly develops and becomes deep and passionate. Her mind wanders, thinking about all the people around her, the people looking at her. Perhaps they are even touching themselves thinking about her and her lover's now obvious lust for her, their want for each other's bodies. Her mind still drifting deeper and deeper into her mind, she is suddenly brought back to reality, but not in a bad way. Her eyes still closed, she knows that her fantasy is about to come true. She knows the feeling of another mans lips on her neck. She knows, and can easily identify the difference between her lover's and this stranger's lips. They had talked about it a lot and Paul had been excited about the idea. They were good friends and even better lovers together. They just wanted to explore things, meet new people and have fun and certainly now, was she having her "fun". 

Paul had noted her eyes closed and as soon as he realised she was deep into her mind, he had looked around for possible men to join them. More importantly he looked not only for a guy that was clean, but also for a guy that would drive Jane wild. This was her fantasy, not that he wasn't going to enjoy it, but he wanted to please her and make sure it went just as she had imagined it, if not better. Once he had gestured the chosen guy over and pointed at her neck, he moved further behind her, watching, as he knew full well that she now realised what was going on. He kept kissing her for a while, then leaned back and watched this stranger kiss his lover's neck. He wondered if he was enjoying her neck as much as he did, he didn't think so, but Paul most definitely enjoyed watching. He could feel his cock throbbing, getting harder inside his leather pants. He leaned back in again kissing the very back of Jane's neck and top of her back. He slipped his hand around her, holding her close before moving his hands slowly down to her thighs. Jane's thighs opened instantly. He immediately knew that Jane was horny she wanted something inside her and now. But no, he was going to make this fantasy of hers last. After all, she was enjoying it. Also, this time, he was in control. 

Again, using his fingers, he delicately traced a line between Jane's thighs up and down. He had been surprised the first time he had gotten close to her pussy, that her upper thigh was still wet. Jane had moved her neck and was now kissing the stranger. Paul grabbed her hair and held her tight in position, making sure she made the new man feel right at home. Jane reached around and started to rub Paul's cock through his pants, but this did not satisfy Jane at all. Without moving her head, she unbuttoned his pants and let his cock free. Now with more room and space to breath, Paul's cock became large all the blood flowed to it. Jane could feel it in her hand, could feel that his Prince Albert and his helmet were already soaking wet. She loved the feel of his cock in her hand. She loved the thought that this cock was her plaything, her own personal sex toy, and Paul was up for fun as much as she was. She played with his cock, deep strokes from top to bottom, occasionally pausing to play with his helmet and piercing.

At this point Paul couldn't resist anymore. He took his hand away from Jane's thighs and leaned across, whispered in Jane's ear.

"This is what you wanted isn't it? Well make sure you do well and please us and you will get everything you want." 

With that, he leaned over and unbuttoned the stranger's shorts. They fell easily enough to the ground, exposing his large black cock. The stranger pulled away from Jane's kiss and stood there. Jane opened her eyes, for the first time seeing the man in front of her. He was well build and cute, nice smile too, although Jane did not look at that half of his body for long. Paul grabbed her hair again and gently moved her head down on to the stranger's cock, first of all, all the way down, until she gagged a small bit. Still at that, there was only half of his cock in her mouth. 

"You know what to do from here, don't you?"

She nodded, with the strangers cock still deep in her mouth.

Paul's hand slipped back to where they had been, teasing her inner thighs. At this point, her thighs had become even more wet. He could feel the wetness making its way down her thighs. He decided that at this point she deserved a little something, and, with that slid his fingers all the way up to her pussy. He couldn't believe how wet she was, how open she was, his two fingers slid in easily with no trouble. She gasped, pulling away from her other duty. Knowing what was going on and who was in control, the stranger grabbed her head before it was all the way off his cock. He didn't push down, but Jane got the idea, she went back to where she was. 

At this point Paul decided that he had enough and wanted somewhere warm to put his cock. Kneeling up on the couch and making sure that Jane didn't stop what she was doing, he positioned her on all fours, her face over the couch edge, still sucking the stranger's cock. Paul had perfect access to ass and pussy, and, with that, a small slap landed on Jane's ass. She moaned as the slap landed, which obviously gave her pleasure. However, the expression on the strangers face meant that he could feel the vibration and yet again another slap followed yet another. Jane's ass was slightly reddening now with each swift slap, but now it was time for Paul to get what he had wanted. Kneeling behind Jane, he took his cock, sliding it in and out of Jane's pussy for a bit. He then slid it up to her ass hole, pulling her slightly closer, forcing her to take his cock in her ass, she moved slightly moving her ass and legs slightly to accommodate her lover's cock, but shortly it was all the way in. Jane was close to coming and then, with one move of Paul's hand onto her clit, he started to fuck her ass. She then came. He could feel her thighs tightening, her mouth closing tighter around the stranger's cock. Only a minute later she felt it again. Once again, the ecstasy of orgasm traveled through her body. 

Paul stopped playing with her clit and pulled her hair back, pulling her head off the stranger's cock.

"I think it's time you thanked our friend, don't you?"

"Oh, most definitely," replied Jane. 

Jane leaned up to make room on the couch, but made sure that her lovers cock didn't leave her ass. Jane had no intention of letting that go. As the stranger lay down on the couch in front of her, Paul leaned over, picked up a condom, gave it to Jane, and she put it on the stranger. With that, she maneuvered herself down onto his cock, taking it in, deep, deep inside her. It felt so good, this big black cock in her pussy. She could feel it hitting her walls, hitting her g spot, as she began to fuck the stranger. Now, with her lover's cock in her ass, and this man's cock in her pussy, she was in heaven. She could feel both of them, feel each curve and each vain inside her. Suddenly she could feel it, both cocks began to throb, began to harden that extra little bit. She knew her lover, and she could count the seconds between this feeling and his cum filling her body. But now she got it now from both sides, and, within seconds, both men came inside her. Paul's cum filling her ass while the stranger's condom filled up and his cock pumped inside her pussy.

Jane excused herself and moved towards the bathroom. When she came back, there was a drink and her lover and the stranger were talking.

"Hey sweetie, this is Chris." 



The First Taste



You and I have talked online and become close. We've decided not to fight our growing passion and meet up for the first time. We set up a reservation at a hotel, saying we need a room for a conference being held in town. We get a room with two beds for an alibi.

I arrive first at the hotel.. The room has moss green paper covered walls with intricate gold detail. The beds are covered in white duvet linens and mountains of pillows. There is a tv, a stereo, a phone, and a table/chair for working. There is also the typical bathroom.. In the middle of the room there is a rounded Jacuzzi tub. It is encased in black marble. I'm sitting on the bed when I hear the door click and begin to open. 

I stand when you come in. I am wearing a teal/blue thin cotton shirt and light tan capri pants and strappy sandals. All of which enhance my pale skin and curvy body. You are wearing jeans that ride low on your hips and a black blouse that shows off ample cleavage. 

We begin with making small talk. About things we usually don't talk about. Favorite foods, music, drinks, outlooks on life, etc.. Then we become hungry and decide to go downtown and eat. We have a nice dinner with drinks. Long Island Ice Tea for me. Vodka and sprite for you. Our conversation continues and we begin to loosen up. My eyes watch your mouth as you take each sip of your drink and bite of your food. I'm a bit obsessed with your mouth. It sends shocking thoughts through my head. We laugh and share naughty banter. Giving wicked looks and grins across the table at one another. Attempting to be subtle, but not being successful with it.

After dinner, we call a cab and go back to the hotel. We nervously enter the elevator and go up to our floor. We enter the room.. A silence hangs heavily in the air. Pregnant with anticipation and confusion. 

You announce that you are going to go get ready for bed. You go to the bathroom and I head down the hallway to get ice and some water from the vending machine. I come back and you are sitting on one bed wearing black short boy short underwear and a green sleep tank. I gather my things and go into the bathroom to get ready. 

I brace my hands, which are shaking a bit, on the cold white marble counter top and look into the large rectangular glass mirror in front of me. Taking in my reflection. I run my fingers thru my curly mahogany hair and ask myself "can I do this?" I settle myself, change, and exit the bathroom. I am wearing a purple silky spaghetti strapped chemise that hits mid thigh.. I am aware at how the silk feels against my nipples.. Rubbing smoothly. Making them harden. And it embarrasses and excites me. Do you notice?

You are sitting on the bed nearest the window. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. We glance at each other nervously. But with curiosity and heat in our eyes. We try to make small talk, but visions and memories of past internet conversations enter our minds. We laugh nervously. Filling the room with the sound. 

I get up from the bed and turn the stereo on. Just a regular contemporary rock station. I don't turn it up loudly, just enough. I return to the bed. I sit next to you. Close. I brush your hair off of one shoulder. I look into your blue eyes. "What are we doing?" I ask. "I don't know." you reply. Your pink tongue darts out and glides across your lower lip, a nervous habit. "Can we do this?" I ask. "I don't know." you reply again. You continue saying, "but I feel like if we don't do something, I'll burn up inside."

At the same time, we each take our hands and cup each other's faces. Our mouths meet. Softly. We just slide our lips against each others. Feeling the texture and soft/fullness of them. I lick your lower lip. Lightly. Begging for entry. You open yourself to me. My tongue fills your mouth. Slowly our tongues begin to slide along together. Tangling and dancing in an erotic kiss. I plunder your mouth going deeper as the kiss continues. I'm exploring you. Your contours. Drinking from your mouth as if it contains the last drop of water in a barren desert. 

My hands move from your face to your hair. My fingers threading thru. Massaging your scalp while drawing you closer to me. Deepening and angling the kiss further. You moan and begin kissing back more. Wanting more.. Your chest is heaving from the intensity. We break apart and stare at one another. Eyes full of unbridled desire. 

We fall back on the bed, caressing each other through our clothing. Licking along skin, sucking, and nibbling. Our hands roam. Up and down smooth legs, and thighs. Over curvaceous breasts, stomachs, so erotic even through clothing. We are just feeling one another. The softness of our flesh. The curves. The shape of a woman.

We both become more heated in the embrace. We begin to run our hands underneath clothing feeling smooth skin, nipples puckering, and heat. We both begin trembling at the excitement bubbling up inside us. We begin to arch and strain against each other. Never seeming to get enough. Not able to get close enough. Our need is boundless.

We get on our knees and undress each other. Your pupils seem to dilate with each newly uncovered inch of exposed skin. This is a slow process. I undress you. You undress me. Until we are completely naked and unashamed. We embrace. Breasts touching. Nipples rubbing against each other. The softness and warmth of skin sets us aflame. 

Our hands begin to roam. You hold my breasts, rubbing my nipples. I slide my hand downward trailing toward your pussy. Feeling the heat and smoothness of you. We never break eye contact through this. So we see the passion build. There is no turning back for us.

I lay you back down on the bed. Your head is propped on pillows. I take a pillow from the other bed and place it under your hips allowing better access. I take a slow journey down your body. Using my mouth, teeth, fingers, and tongue. I'm a little nervous. I've never been with a woman before, and I'm not sure of what I'm doing. But your soft moans and pleas drive me onward. 

I take my nipple and rub it up and down your core. It is such a simple gesture.. But so erotic. Then, I get my first taste of you. Licking your slit. Allowing just the tip of my tongue to trace you. I lick your folds. All over. Bathing you with my tongue. Worshiping you. I taste the salty sweat gathered on you. You raise your head and look down at me. You giggle. It's your first time w/a woman too. Each sensation is new. I find your clit with my mouth. I gently pull it in. Tugging at it. Laving it. Experimenting with speeds and movements until I see what you like most. What your body responds to. Your clit stiffens more and seems to be begging for attention. I lick the head. The sides. Then take the tip of my tongue and begin to rub and flick the bottom of the clit. Just like you like it. Slowly, I continue this. Alternating from using the tip and flat of my tongue on you. 

I look down at you and can see wetness glistening on and between your thighs. You're so turned on that you have soaked yourself. It's an intoxicating heady feeling to know that I've had this power over you. I want to taste the moisture that has pooled there. So I lower my head and angle it to allow the best angle for penetration. 

Slowly, I push my tongue inside you. I feel tiny spasms inside you with each movement. My tongue makes slow strokes in you. As if I am feeding from you. I plunge my tongue deeper. Reaching further within you with each stroke.

I take my hands and spread you open more to me. Displaying you like a flower opening it's petals to the sun. Neither of us can believe how deep my tongue goes inside. I continue my slow torture of you. Moving in and out of you. Stabbing and then retracting. In varying speeds and rhythms. 

Soon, you begin to beg for more. Soft cries and pants fill the room. I speed up the licking. I move my way back up your body. I kiss you and allow you to taste yourself on my tongue. Meanwhile, I insert one finger in you. And build a rhythm. We're kissing. One hand is on your breast fondling and caressing, while the other is pleasuring you below. 

I suck your nipples. Licking and biting.. Nibbling. Each of them. At the same time I slide another finger inside you. My two fingers are fucking you. They speed up. You begin to grind down on my hand. You kiss me, moaning in my mouth. "God I want you so much." you say. You are almost in tears from need and pleasure. 

You just keep getting wetter and wetter, coating my fingers. So I add a third inside you. I rock my hand against your pussy while the fingers plunder you. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Entering and withdrawing pushing you higher.. Taking you farther. Controlling your pleasure. I take the palm of my other hand and begin rubbing your clit in a gentle massage. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows watching. Your face contorting in expressions of pleasure and pain. "Fuck. Please. I'm gonna explode. I need to finish, now.." you exclaim.. I curl my fingers a bit and push in far, reaching your g-spot. And begin a massage of that area. Hitting it with each thrust and curling motion. Your head drops back as I speed up. I feel your inner walls begin to quiver, clench, and throb on my fingers. While I continue fuck you, I take your mouth again. Swallowing your cries and screams. Making sure they go no further than the walls of the hotel room. 

I've just made you cum all over my hand. I remove my soaked fingers and give your slit one last lick and probe of my tongue. Not letting any of that delicious nectar go to waste. I rub your juice on my nipples. You sit up and lean in. Sucking the wetness off my breasts. Then kiss me. 

We move to the jet tub. I turn on the water to a nice temp. Not too hot, not too cold. And add some bath oil. We sink into the water and allow the jets to massage our muscles. Holding each other. Caressing and kissing. Playing in the water.. Our skin is glistening and slick as we rub against one another. Feeling how erotic it feels to have the collision of slippery skin rubbing against another's body.

Once the bath is over, we get out. We take turns drying each other with towels. Lingering in all the right spots. Crawl into the bed where we made love. And hold one another. Talking and laughing until sleep overtakes us. Til I drift into a dream.. A dream about my first taste of you.



The First Taste



We were leaving from our fifth date; we had just finished eating at Dolce Vita. I sat in the passenger seat like always, watching him drive from the corner of my eye. We were going to his house for the first time and I was kind of nervous to go. We had made out a few times in his car since the first kiss, but what if he tries to take it a step further? I wasn't sure if I was ready for that or not. 

I noticed that we had pulled into a large parking lot surrounded by multiple apartment buildings. I glanced around and smiled slightly to myself. The place looked decent enough. I was sure that it looked better inside his apartment, however. Once he pulled into a parking space, I undid my seatbelt and climbed out of the car with him. 

"Ready to see where I crash?" He asked me as I walked around the car. I smiled and nodded at him, taking his hand. 

"Of course. Just as long as your other boyfriend left already." I jokingly said. He laughed and led me over to his door, unlocking it with his keys. With an amusing flourish, he swung the door open, showing me a modernly furnished living room and dining room. I grinned as I stepped inside, kicking off my shoes. It was very clean inside and everything had a certain order to it. I heard the door close behind me as he stepped inside.

"It looks great in here." I said as I slowly ran my hand over the black leather couch, stepping further into his home. I looked back at him to see that he was smiling widely.

"Thanks. I tried my best to clean it before I left." He told me. I nodded, carefully sitting on the arm of a recliner.

"Well, you did an amazing job." I told him, smiling softly. He returned the smile and walked over to me. With a gentle touch of my cheek, he delicately kissed my lips, leaving me breathless like always. I softly returned the kiss, closing my eyes and waiting for him to deepen the kiss. But it didn't happen. Instead he kissed my cheek before stepping back.

"Would you like something to drink? You look kinda thirsty." He said this with a slight smirk. I opened my mouth to say something snarky but I decided against it. Instead I closed my mouth and nodded slightly, hopping off the chair arm and following him into the kitchenette. Watching as he walked over to the refrigerator, I hopped up and sat on the counter, kicking my feet into the air. He glanced back at me and shook his head.

"Must you sit on everything?" He asked me. I smirked and nodded. This time I just had to make a comment.

"I'd sit on you if you were sitting down." I immediately bit my lip after I said it, and felt my cheeks flush red. His cheeks flushed a light pink and he stood up straight, walking over to me.

"You would, huh? And why's that?" He asked me, placing his hands on my knees. I glanced down at his hands before looking at his face.

"Because it looks like you have a comfy lap." I grinned slightly, staring into his beautiful eyes. He grinned back, leaning his face close to mine.

"Yeah? That's the only reason?" He questioned. I knew exactly what he was getting at. I felt my cheeks grow hotter and I looked away, covering my hand over my mouth to hide my smile.

"Maybe..." I muttered against my fingers. He eased my hand away from my face and his breath wafted against my cheek. He spoke softly into the air between us.

"What would be the other reason if there was one?" He asked me, his eyes boring into me. I turned my head slightly and looked at him.

"Maybe it would be to get closer to you." I said softly, turning my head slightly to stare into his eyes. That was when I realized that he was standing between my legs, his hands now resting my hips. I knew that my cheeks were already extremely red and would have gotten even more so if it was possible. I could feel his hips so close to mine and it was starting to make me squirm on the counter. 

"Well, we're already pretty close." He said airily, his lips close to mine. "Maybe, just maybe, you could wrap those delicate legs around me." He lips pulled back into a wide grin, as he watched my face contort into a shy smile. I heard myself giggle quietly and looked away for a moment, slowly wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. His hips were pressed against mine and I could feel him through our clothes. I bit my lip softly, trying not to think about it and how excited it was making me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clasped my fingers together, looking up into his eyes. They had a bright glint to them, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Anything else you think I should do?" I asked him, my lips still pulled into a shy smile. He grinned back and nodded.

"You could kiss me back." He said before leaning down and kissing my lips fully. I jolted slightly before quickly embracing the kiss, closing my eyes and pulling his head closer to me. He immediately opened his mouth and licked across my lips. I accepted into his tongue into my mouth and licked it back, shivering in excitement. I could feel him harden against my leg and my cheeks blushed furiously. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pulled them closer to his, burying himself deeper into my leg. A quiet moan slipped out of my mouth and I felt his body shiver at its sound. 

His tongue left my mouth as he kissed along my jawline. I closed my eyes, and tilted my head to the side, as he reached my neck, licking and nipping softly. I curled my fingers into his hair, feeling him suck softly. I whimpered softly in pleasure, wrapping my legs tighter around him. I felt him groan against my neck and smiled softly, pulling him closer against me. I loved feeling his warm body against me and I wanted so much more from him. 

"Hey..." I whispered softly in his ear. He released my neck from his lips and looked at me in the eyes again.

"What? What is it?" He asked quickly. He was panting softly and I knew it was taking a great effort on his part to do this. I licked my lips and averted my eyes from his intense gaze.

"I'm, um, I'm ready for anything else you had in mind." I said shyly, glancing at him. He stared at me for a moment before his face split into a wide grin.

"Really? Are you sure about this?" He asked me. I nodded and stared at him.

"Yes, I'm sure." He nodded and kissed my lips again. I kissed him back, feeling him gently take my hands in his and slowly guide them down his body. I concentrated on where he was leading me, only half feeling the kisses on my face. I closed my eyes and bit my lip softly as I kissed my neck again, feeling my fingertips pass his belt. I halted my hands for a moment, glancing down at our laps. His erection was clearly visible through his pants and my hands were so close to it. I watched as I slide my hands down the rest of the way, resting one on his hip as I gently cupped the other one around the bump in his pants. He groaned against my neck and blushed again, slowly rubbing over it. It felt like a rock under my touch and it was extremely warm. Though I had one of my own, it felt different. It felt larger than mine and it probably was.

I closed my eyes again and focused on touching him, rubbing over the length of it with a gentle touch. His groans grumbled against my neck with each stroke, making me just as hard as he was. I decided that I was ready to see it after a few minutes of gentle stroking. With shaking hands, I undid his belt with some difficulty, loosening my legs around his waist. He leaned back to watch my hands, seeing that his own face was getting red. After undoing his belt, I unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. I dropped my legs as I tugged his pants down past his hips, staring down at his covered erection. Just one last layer to go. 

Taking a deep breath, I slowly removed his boxers and stared down wide eyed at his cock. It pulsed in the open air and it was leaking from the top. I blushed slightly, staring at it before wrapping my hand around it. I slowly stroked it, watching my hand as he groaned softly. He tilted his head back as I stroked, grinning before leaning forward and kissing his neck. His groans grew louder and he wrapped his hands in my hair as I kissed and sucked on his neck, holding his erection slightly tighter. I pumped my fist faster along its length as his hot breath panted against my ear. His moans were loud and erotic in my ear. My own erection throbbed in the confines of my pants and I wanted to release it. But I had to focus on him first; it was his turn right now. 

I glanced down at his cock again and it made my mouth water. There was something about knowing that he was letting me touch it, and knowing that it was mine only to touch turned me on even more. And its impressive size made it worth the experience. With a final kiss on the cheek, I slid down from the counter and gently pushed him against the wall. He watched me closely as I continued to stroke his erection, but I gently kissed down his chest. Slowly making my way lower, I eventually dropped to my knees, staring hungrily at his cock. I wanted it more than anything at the moment and nobody was going to stop me from doing what I wanted. 

I opened my mouth and slowly eased the top of it in. Wrapping my lips around it, I licked up the leaking juices and moaned softly at the flavor. It tasted amazing and I just had to have more. Taking a few seconds to adjust, I slowly took more of it into my mouth, sucking softly on it. It took a moment to get used to it, but with all the groans and whimpers, it sounded like I was doing a good job. I only had about half of it in my mouth and it had already reached the back of my mouth; I couldn't take in any more. I wrapped my hand around the rest of it and rubbed over its length. I heard him groan loudly and I blushed softly, closing my eyes. 

I started to bob my head after a few moments, soliciting more groans from him. His groans continued to grow louder and more frequent as I brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. His fingers were curled tightly in my hair and his hips would thrust every once and a while into my mouth. I glanced up at him and grinned inwardly to myself. His face was flushed and his mouth was open slightly. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the pleasure I was giving him, and he looked like he was in heaven. 

"I'm getting c-close..." I heard him stammer. I blushed deeply at the thought of him releasing his orgasm in my mouth, but my face got redder when I thought of him releasing it on my face. With a quick inner battle, I decided inside my mouth would be less messy. With a renewed lust, I greedily sucked on his erection and rubbed quickly over it. He groaned loudly and arched his back, gripping my hair tightly. With a mighty grunt, his body trembled as he released his orgasm, his salty cum filling my mouth. I swallowed it as it shot into my mouth, licking it up as it came. 

"O-okay, that's enough..." He said a few seconds after his orgasm, his cock throbbing inside my mouth. I reluctantly dropped my hand and with a final suck, released it from my grasp. I sat back on my legs, grinning mischievously up at him.

"I'm guessing I did good, right?" I asked him. He panted hard as he nodded and grinned. His hand stroked my hair gently as he nodded again.

"Oh yes, you did amazing." He said as he pulled up his boxers and pants. I grinned back and stood up, kissing his lips. He kissed back, his arms wrapping around me and his hands resting on my lower back. I stayed relaxed in his arms, however, and I closed my eyes. It was my turn and I would let him have his way with me. 

We deepened the kiss as his hands slid down onto my ass and he squeezed softly. I jumped slightly in his arms, moaning quietly into his mouth. He squeezed again and pulled me close against his body. My erection was throbbing against his pelvis, and it made me blush just knowing he could feel it. His lips brushed against my ear and I shivered as he whispered softly.

"Take off your clothes for me." I nodded quickly, taking a step back from him. With quick movements, I tore off my clothes and threw them onto the floor. In no time flat, I stood naked before him, confident in my nudity. His eyes roamed over my body before he leaned forward and kissed my lips hard. I moaned softly as his hands touched my body everywhere: my chest, my back, my arms, my thighs. I felt so excited that he could've made me orgasm just from kissing me. I clung to his body as he hands finally wrapped around my erection, pumping it quickly. I whined in pleasure, closing my eyes and blushing deeply. His hands were so hot around my cock but they were so soft, I just wanted him to keep touching me. His lips coated my bare skin in gentle kisses and I couldn't stop moaning.

"Please... Don't stop..." I pleaded him, lifting my head up and staring up at him with my lust filled eyes. He moaned at my stare and quickly kissed my lips, rubbing faster over my erection. I practically melted against his body, thrusting into his hands. I could feel my cock leaking and I knew my orgasm would come soon. He spun me around and pressed me against his body. One arm was wrapped around my waist as the other continued to pump my cock. His lips kissed over my ear and neck, his breathing loud and hot. He kept whispering erotic nothings into my ear, making me shiver with each comment.

"Come on, baby..." "Moan for me..." "I want to feel you cum..." He kept whispering to me. I whimpered loudly in pleasure and clung tightly to his arms, feeling his erection against my bare ass. It was all too much. I eventually released my load and came over his hands and floor. My knees shook as it shot out of my hard cock, my nails digging into his skin. I felt him wince but he held me close to his body, still pumping quickly.

"O-o-okay!" I stammered out, whimpering softly as he stopped and slowly removed his hands from my cock. He rubbed over my sides and stomach, softly kissing over my neck. I panted hard and closed my eyes. I hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time and it took a lot out of me. I turned to face him and buried my face into his chest. He held me close and rubbed over my back. It felt amazing to be held by him and I didn't want to leave him. I think I might have fallen for him.



The First Taste is Free



The First Taste is Free

The Pixie Chix - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire

Episode 1

Snow

A TWIG SNAPPED.

Felicia stopped, waiting for the sound to repeat.

Nothing.

She scanned the forest in front of her, trees standing spindly and lifeless in the cold, winter air. It was a dark night, with the only light coming from the stars, but Felicia could still see well enough. There was nothing ahead of her.

That thought lingered in her mind. There's nothing ahead of me.

She looked back the way she had come and could just barely see the distant town of Ammathelene peeking through the trees. From here it wasn't much more than a dull orange glow; everyone was inside, close to a fire, trying to keep warm.

And there's nothing behind me.

Except hunger, no matter where I go.

She started walking again. With each step her feet sank into the snow, leaving a series of easily seen footsteps behind her. They didn't remain for long, however, as the snow gradually rebounded to fill the indentations. The spell to hide her trail wasn't exactly easy, but after using it so often for the past few years, casting it had become almost as natural as breathing. She didn't think anyone was hunting her at the moment, but that didn't mean she could relax her guard.

The thought of being hunted made her stop and look around again. There was still nothing in sight and, matching the stillness of the winter air, nothing was moving. Even the slightest hint of activity would stand out, like blood on snow.

No, it would be stupid to hunt her tonight. Really, it was stupid to hunt her any night, but they had tried a few times before so she had to stay vigilant.

She glanced back in the direction of Ammathelene, but it was no longer visible. Even so, a wave of hunger washed over her.

Keep walking. Don't think about it.

She started moving and the hunger faded. The hunger for blood, anyway.

For the second time in her life as a vampire, Felicia hadn't fed in almost two weeks. The first time had begun a month ago when she resolved to stop drinking blood for as long as she could. It had not been a pleasant test, but she had resisted for eight days before discovering an unexpected side effect: she became horny, unbelievably horny, so much so that her need for sex began to overwhelm her need for blood.

If she were not Z'eph then that wouldn't have posed much of a problem, as there never seemed to be a lack of men looking for an easy fuck. But in a town such as Ammathelene, finding a woman with similar inclinations was far more difficult.

Felicia cursed silently to herself. So many things were better in the city, Finding a woman was never a problem there.

That was always the trick: identifying other Z'eph. In smaller towns Felicia had visited, they did nothing to stand out, as if they were all in hiding. But for whatever reason, City Z'eph were much more open and much easier to find. And once Felicia found such a woman, the end result was inevitable.

No one resists a vampire.

Sadly, Felicia needed to avoid cities right now. The King had placed a bounty on vampires, and it seemed that everyone was watching everyone else, looking for signs of vampirism and hoping to make a few easy gold pieces. Felicia was adept at hiding herself, but in the city there were just too many chances to make mistakes.

Out here the frenzy was muted. The "Vampire Menace" wasn't something that anyone cared about and many didn't even believe that vampires existed in the first place.

Which made it the perfect place for Felicia to spend the winter. People to feed on were relatively easy to find, and as long as she didn't actually kill anyone, no one seemed likely to discover what she was. There was always the chance of random vampire hunters making an appearance, but she hadn't seen one in months.

Really, her only problem with living in Ammathelene, was that she could find no one to fuck.

Then she had met Erynthia, a young woman who tended a clothing shop in the day, and served drinks at a small tavern at night. From the first moment that Felicia walked into the clothing shop it was obvious that Erynthia was Z'eph, and it took an extreme act of willpower for Felicia to resist seducing her on the spot.

Impulsive vampires are dead vampires.

So she spoke calmly with Erynthia, showed a moderate amount of interest in her, found out where she worked in the evening, then departed. Overwhelmed by lust, Felicia somehow survived the rest of the day and evening, waiting to visit The Drunken Duck only a few minutes before it closed. The relief in Erynthia's eyes when she saw Felicia was obvious; she was already under the vampire's spell. Felicia had a single glass of wine, then the tavern closed and Erynthia lead her upstairs, to a small room where the woman lived.

When the door closed behind them Felicia lost control. Within moments she had Erynthia's blouse off and was sucking her breasts hungrily. The woman had large breasts that felt warm and heavy in Felicia's hands, with tiny nipples that nevertheless became hard as the vampire flicked her tongue over them. Surprisingly soon though, Felicia found herself needing to move on. Normally she adored breasts, especially ones as large as these, but she felt compelled to move lower.

She pulled Erynthia's pants off, more violently than intended. Something made a ripping sound, and the clasp popped off, flying through the air to land on a nearby dresser. Then she pushed Erynthia back onto her bed, her legs hanging over the edge, her feet still on the floor.

Felicia dropped to her knees, pushing the woman's legs apart so that she had an unrestricted view of Erynthia's pussy. Again, Felicia normally liked to take her time, study the pussy in front of her, wrap herself in thoughts of what the soft outer lips would feel like on her tongue, of what the first moment she sank her tongue in the wetness would taste like. But that wasn't going to happen tonight. She moved closer, took hold of Erynthia's wet pussy lips with her fingers, pulled the soft, slick folds apart, and dove in.

Calmness washed over Felicia as her tongue entered the woman's pussy. Calmness tinged with the realization that, as soon as she had satisfied her need to eat pussy, she was going to need blood. Erynthia was just too warm and too close for Felicia to resist.

But not yet. While she still had her tongue inside Erynthia she was content. She wasn't in a hurry anymore; she could relax and enjoy.

Plus, Felicia felt that it was only fair to make Erynthia come a few times.

Which wasn't difficult. The woman's body seemed to have no resistance to the vampire's talents. She came quickly and easily, many times, before falling asleep.

And then Felicia climbed slowly on top of Erynthia. The woman's eyes were closed in blissful satisfaction and she didn't react.

As gently as she could, Felicia sunk her teeth into the woman's neck.

Erynthia moaned, almost as she had when Felicia's tongue entered her pussy, then relaxed and fell asleep.

The blood felt strange. It was the same temperature as Erynthia's pussy juices, but thicker and not as slippery. It felt somehow more substantial; Felicia felt like she had eaten dessert first and was now moving on to the main course.

When she was done, she stood up and adjusted Erynthia's legs so that she was lying fully on her bed. Felicia arranged her sleeping form to be comfortable, covered her with a blanket and departed.

Felicia's body had been replenished, but her soul was filled with regret.

Girl

NOW IT WAS thirteen nights later, and she hadn't fed since. She had seen Erynthia from afar a couple times, but of course the woman didn't remember that night. Unless Felicia took special precautions, her victims would never remember. Nevertheless, Felicia had avoided her and done her best not to attract her attention in any way. It was dangerous to feed on the same person more than once.

Which wasn't a problem—until tonight. Now she desperately wanted to taste Erynthia's pussy again. And she knew that if she did, that she wouldn't be able to resist drinking her blood as well.

Which is why I'm out here, alone, in the forest.

It was much easier out here. In town it was too easy to think of Erynthia's wetness, and even if she kept her distance, there were still all the other warm bodies nearby. She might be able to resist going to The Drunken Duck, and she might be able to resist drinking from any of the other people that crossed her path, but she was reaching her breaking point. At some point, if temptation was near, her resolve would crumble and she would find her tongue inside some other woman and her teeth in her neck.

At least out here I can resist. For how long, I don't know.

It hadn't always been like this. At first she had loved being a vampire. For decades she had revelled in the rush of power that feeding brought to her and delighted in all the ways that vampirism enhanced her life. She was stronger and faster. She could see every detail of the world with clear eyes and hear tiny sounds of such immense beauty that no mortal could hope to perceive. And she was beyond the control of anyone; there were no hunters back then. She felt that she could do what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

But she needed to feed, and at first she needed to hurt and sometimes destroy. Early in her life as a vampire she felt justified, that she was a goddess and all the lesser folk should willingly give themselves to her. That feeling had faded. Now she knew that she was nothing better than a thief.

At least she wasn't a killer anymore; she had learned how to avoid taking lives while feeding. Even so, she had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn't just stealing blood from her victims, but some of their life too.

She needed to stop, but didn't know how.

If I were smart, I'd let the hunters catch me.

Thoughts like that were becoming too common these days.

Suddenly, she noticed someone standing in the trees ahead of her. They found me!

No, she could identify a hunter on sight, and this person wasn't one of them. It was just a woman, or maybe even a girl, standing perfectly still and staring back at her.

Felicia slowed, but kept walking toward the woman. There was a definite argument to be made for turning away, as nothing good ever came of meeting strange people in the dark; vampires knew that better than anyone. As always though, curiosity got the better of her. Who is she? Is she waiting for me? How did she know I'd be here?

Plus, as much as Felicia didn't want to admit it, she was hungry and that gave her an extra push forward.

I'm not going to feed. I'm not going to feed. I'm not going to feed.

If she said that enough, it might come true.

Well then, maybe I could just taste her. I'm sure this time I could stop at that.

No, I couldn't.

She had covered about half the distance to the woman now, enough to make out some details. They were confusing.

The woman didn't belong in the same forest as Felicia, didn't belong in the same forest as a moody, possibly even suicidal vampire, didn't belong any place where serious, depressing thoughts existed.

She was short, with pale white skin and bright rosy cheeks. Her clothing gave the impression of being for winter, but as Felicia got closer she realized that there was no possible way the clothing would keep anyone warm, especially on a frightfully cold night such as this. Her long coat was made of leather and dyed a deep shade of blue. It had a hood lined with white fur, but the woman wasn't using it, leaving exposed her long, straight blonde hair. The coat itself, if it were thicker, might possibly have been warm, but it was thin and clung closely to the woman's shape, accentuating her curves before flaring out at her hips in the manner of a skirt. On her legs she wore white stockings that blended into the snow behind her, and black shoes that were little more than slippers as they barely reached her ankles.

Felicia's own clothing was merely for show as well, but it was still warm and functional. Not because she had any need for protection from the cold, but because she needed to blend in with everyone else. Walking around naked in the middle of winter just attracted too much attention.

This woman apparently didn't fear the cold either, but she was no vampire. Felicia was sure of that.

So what is she then?

The woman was watching Felicia, her eyes wide and expressive, filled with bright expectation, her lips pink and glossy, perfect for both kissing and pouting.

No, she definitely doesn't belong in a cold, dark forest with the likes of me. She belongs in a field of pink daisies, where birds perch on her shoulder and sing sweet songs and her biggest worry is what kind of candy to have for dinner.

In short, she was cute.

Unbearably cute.

Felicia found herself growing irritated, even angry. How can I be expected to think serious, sombre thoughts with this... delightful creature standing before me?

The anger within her shifted. Like every other thought these days, it became tinged with lust.

She's here, waiting for me. What possible reason could there be, other than to satisfy my needs?

That was the old Felicia talking. The vampire. The part of herself that she hated.

Even so, Felicia didn't know if she could hold herself back. The woman was too cute, too close and Felicia was too hungry. She wasn't even sure what she wanted anymore: pussy or blood.

The woman licked her lips nervously, making them moist and a darker shade of red. Then she spoke, her voice lively and eager. "You're Felicia?"

The woman's voice was a surprise, as was the fact that she knew Felicia's name. "Uh, yes."

"Felicia the vampire?"

Felicia's muscles tensed, preparing to run, or to fight. This isn't good. She's definitely not a hunter... but that doesn't mean she isn't dangerous. Maybe she's bait, meant to distract me from the real threat. Felicia looked around again and listened with all her senses for any sign that someone else might be near, but there was nothing.

"I'm alone, don't worry," the woman said.

Felicia looked at her again. There was something... not wrong, but strange about the woman. Even calling her a woman felt odd. She certainly looked old enough to be a woman. If she were human Felicia would guess that she was about 25 years old, but her voice and facial expressions made her seem so much younger. She had such an air of innocence and naivety that 'girl' seemed so much more accurate.

On the other hand, she was so vibrantly sexual that Felicia felt like a virgin in comparison.

She tried to force that out of her mind. "You're alone?" Felicia said. "Are you sure that's wise?"

The girl just gave her a questioning look.

"I mean," Felicia explained, "do you think it's wise to be alone with someone you think is a vampire?"

The girl smiled. "You won't hurt me."

"A hungry vampire..." Felicia added.

The girl took a moment to process that, then smiled demurely. "There are better things for you to do than hurt me."

Pixie

FELICIA AGREED WHOLEHEARTEDLY, but nevertheless the statement worried her. There were people whose lifelong dream was to fuck a vampire and Felicia avoided them on general principle; they were easy prey, but their stupidity left a bad taste in her mouth.

The girl clasped her hands behind her back, waiting for a response. The motion had the bonus effect of causing her chest to thrust out slightly, which drew Felicia's gaze.

"Do you like my breasts?"

The question startled Felicia and she couldn't think of an appropriate response. Instead she found herself studying the girl's breasts, trying to imagine what they might look like unfettered by clothing. The way they pushed against the material suggested they really didn't like being confined.

Noting Felicia's continued interest, the girl raised herself onto her toes, thrusting out her chest still more in the process, then dropped back down. "Later on you'll get to see them," she said quietly, as if revealing a secret.

Felicia pulled her eyes upward. "What?"

The girl leaned forward. "You'll get to see my breasts," she said, now almost whispering. "All you have to do is agree."

Felicia felt a pang of annoyance; she could see the girl's breasts anytime she wanted to, and there was nothing the girl could do to stop her.

She shook herself. That's the vampire talking. I must resist. Through clenched teeth she said, "Agree to what?"

The girl must have perceived that something was wrong. She pulled back, her cheeks reddening even more. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Why not?" Felicia said, trying to sound curious rather than intimidating. "What do you want me to agree to?"

The girl shook her head. "No, it's not for me to say."

"Say what? Who is it for to say?"

The girl considered the question very seriously then shook her head again. "No, I can't tell you. You'll just need to follow me. It's not far. She'll tell you."

Felicia sighed. "I don't suppose it's worth asking who 'she' is."

"Why, Ariel, of course!"

"Ariel?"

The girl looked shocked. "You don't know who Ariel is?"

Felicia scoured her memory, trying to think of a famous woman named Ariel. "The only Ariel I've ever heard of is the Pixie Goddess."

"Yes! That's her!"

"What?"

"That's her! The Goddess Ariel!"

"A Goddess? Here? You're taking me to see a Goddess?"

"Yes!"

Felicia was dumbstruck. What did one say to that? Was she really supposed to believe that a Goddess was nearby and waiting to talk to her?

"You should follow me," the girl said, turning to go in the direction Felicia was originally walking anyway.

Felicia finally managed to speak. "So you're a Pixie then?"

The girl gave her an exasperated look. "Well... duh!"

Now things started to make sense: her unbearable cuteness, her inadequate clothing, and her excessively bright and eager personality.

Pixies were, not to put too fine a point on it, pleasure whores. They loved food, adored candy, and were unabashedly crazy about sex. They spent their lives absorbing every speck of pleasure around them, and more than that, they delighted in sharing their pleasure with others.

They were also notoriously reclusive. Not because they disliked or wished to avoid outsiders, but simply because they couldn't blend with normal, everyday society. Pixies just want to fuck, tease, eat and play. In a fantasy world that might seem like a wonderful thing, but in reality their desires just brought chaos and disruption to all around them. Wherever they went, rampant jealously would inevitably follow and communities were known to break apart from their mere presence.

Felicia's spine tingled. Looking at the girl before her, so cute and innocent, it was almost hard to imagine her as a lustful and promiscuous creature, much less one that could cause so much trouble.

The Pixie bounced again, trying to call attention to her breasts again, but this time Felicia's eyes were drawn to the Pixie's face. Her expression was easy to read: don't you want to fuck me?

Felicia gave her a smouldering look. The Pixie, more than she could possibly understand, was playing with fire.

Two minutes ago I was thinking about letting the hunters catch me. Now I'm thinking about pushing this Pixie down, ripping off her clothes and fucking her in the snow.

The image floated in her mind. The Pixie lying naked, her pale skin blending with the snow, her nipples bright red and erect with cold and excitement, eager to be sucked.




The First Taste is Free



Felicia came to a decision. I can't resist anymore, not tonight, not with a fresh Pixie standing in front of me.

She took a step closer to the Pixie, staring directly into her eyes. "So, you said I'd get to see your breasts," Felicia said.

"I did," said the Pixie, not breaking eye contact. "You just need to meet Ariel and agree."

"What if I want to see your breasts first?" Felicia took another step forward. They were only about five feet apart now.

The Pixie winced. "You need to see Ariel first."

"What if I promise to see Ariel... after I see your breasts?" Another step.

The Pixie looked to the side, her eyes darting around as she considered. "You'd need to promise to agree to her offer, too," she said.

Well, that's not an option, not without hearing it first. "What if you just let me kiss your nipples? I promise not to look."

The Pixie looked longingly at Felicia, so much so that Felicia was certain the Pixie was about to agree.

But no. "Ariel said that I'm not allowed to let you taste me until you meet her. She was very specific about that."

What an odd thing to tell a Pixie, and odder still that the Pixie's actually willing to obey.

Felicia took one last small step and was now standing directly in front of the Pixie. She really was short; the top of her head was even with Felicia's chin and she had to look up to maintain eye contact. "What about—" Felicia began.

"I'm not allowed to taste you either," the Pixie said, sounding heartbroken.

So much for that. There's only one thing left to do. She leaned in, putting her face next to the Pixie. Almost magnetically, the Pixie responded and brought her face closer so that they were cheek to cheek. "What's your name?" Felicia whispered softly, making sure her breath tickled the Pixie ear.

"Uhh," the Pixie stammered. "Mint."

"Well, Mint," Felicia said, still very quietly. "You realize that you just said no to a vampire."

"You won't hurt me," the Pixie said, just as she had before.

Felicia ignored that. "You have a vampire who wants to fuck you," she said, pronouncing the word fuck very slowly, "and you said no."

"I didn't say no," the Pixie protested. "I said later, after you meet Ariel and agree."

"Well then, can I fuck you right now?" Felicia asked.

Mint noticed the trap and didn't say anything.

"That's a no," Felicia said. "And you know what the penalty for saying no to a vampire is, don't you?"

Mint shook her head.

Felicia pulled back and gave the Pixie a sweet smile. "You should start walking."

Mint gave her a puzzled look.

Felicia pointed in the direction the Pixie had wanted to go. "You were going to take me to see Ariel, weren't you?"

"Yes," the Pixie said uncertainly. "But what about—"

"Your penalty?"

Mint nodded.

Felicia just gave her the most evilly suggestive smile she could manage.

Goddess

MINT LEAD THE WAY through the forest. They were still walking in the exact same direction Felicia had been going in the first place, so it was unclear why the Pixie was necessary at all. The obvious answer was that she was meant as a distraction. It was not uncommon for the hunters to set up ambushes, but so far Felicia had managed to escape from every single one of them. When a vampire was paying attention it was almost impossible to surprise or sneak up on her, and Felicia was always paying attention.

Except... a large part of her attention was on the Pixie right now.

Felicia tried to rectify that. She forced herself to keep scanning the forest in all directions and tried to keep her ears open for anything out of the ordinary. The trees were relatively thin trunked and sparse here, so there really weren't any good places to hide. It was possible that the hunters might use magic to hide themselves, but such magic always left telltale traces and Felicia could usually spot them.

Every few minutes Mint would look back over her shoulder. At first she just gave Felicia quick glances, her expression filled with a combination of lust and fear. However, as time went on the looks grew longer and the fear was gradually replaced by a mix of courage and naughtiness. At first Felicia ignored the glances, as looking at the Pixie could only lead to thinking about doing fun and exciting things to her.

Keep my attention on the forest. Ignore her breasts. I'm sure they're very pert and bouncy and would feel very nice in my hands...

Stop that! Focus on the forest. Focus on the forest.

However, after a while the Pixie became impossible to ignore: her looks were becoming longer and much too frequent, and with the last look, Felicia was positive that the Pixie had slowly licked her lips.

I need to put a stop to this. At least until we meet Ariel.

The next time Mint started to turn her head, Felicia made certain that she was staring at the Pixie, intent and unblinking. When Mint looked at her and realized that Felicia was already looking back at her she instantly blushed and turned away. Felicia returned her attention to scanning the forest. A minute later, when the Pixie started to turn her head again, Felicia resumed her stare. This time she allowed one eyebrow to raise slightly, as if saying I'm ready anytime you are. Mint again turned away.

A few minutes later the Pixie stopped. "We're here," she said and gave a quick look back. Felicia continued her pretence of staring, and the Pixie averted her eyes. But a moment later she looked back again and stared right at Felicia, matching the vampire's intense stare with an impish Pixie smile. "We're here," she repeated.

Realizing that it was a battle she couldn't win right now, Felicia pulled her eyes away from Mint and looked around. There was nothing here, only untouched snow and trees, just like everywhere else in the forest.

Then there was a ripple in the air in front of them. It wobbled on the edge of perception for a moment then exploded outward, an expanding sphere that instantly encompassed both Felicia and the Pixie.

Inside the sphere the air was warm and humid. It was still night, but here the moon was overhead, brightening things considerably even with the leaf-filled trees partially blocking the sky. There was no snow on the ground, just dirt, grass and scruffy-looking flowers.

Then the sphere contracted, again leaving Felicia standing in the snow, but it didn't completely implode. Instead it shrunk to about fifteen feet across and stabilized, still glowing with moonlight, leaving a clearly demarcated ring on the ground with grass on the inside and snow on the outside.

A woman was standing in the middle of the sphere, leaning against a tree, her light rainbow-hued wings gently fluttering. Felicia was sure that she hadn't been there a moment ago when the sphere first expanded, but she was there now. She was a Pixie, that much was certain, even though she looked older and wiser than any Pixie Felicia could have imagined. It wasn't that her face looked old, as her skin was perfectly smooth, but she had the same uncanny expression that Felicia had only seen in the eldest of vampires.

She was still supremely cute, however, a feat which no vampire could ever duplicate.

Wait...

Wings. They seemed like such a natural part of the woman that Felicia hadn't even really noticed their existence.

Of course, Pixies have wings! She looked at Mint, trying to see if the Pixie's coat could be concealing a pair of wings.

Mint seemed to understand why Felicia was looking at her. She made an exaggerated shrugging motion with her shoulders that caused the back of her coat to expand. She didn't actually show her wings, but something was definitely there.

Felicia turned back to the new Pixie, who gave her a slight bow. Her eyes sparkled like the snow, reflecting the moon and stars with a mix of serenity and suppressed mirth.

"Ariel?" Felicia asked, making a small bow herself.

"Goddess Ariel," Mint quickly corrected.

The new Pixie held up one hand. "Just Ariel."

"You're not a Goddess then?" Felicia asked without really thinking. Mint gave a little gasp. "No offence," Felicia added quickly.

Ariel gave an unconcerned shrug. "Goddess... maybe. It doesn't matter."

Mint was already fidgeting impatiently. "You should ask her," she said to Ariel.

"Ask her what?" Ariel said with a look of confusion.

Felicia saw the anguished expression on Mint's face and had to suppress a smile. I see I'm not the only one that likes to tease her.

"Ask her about... you know!" Mint said, as if that explained it.

"Yes," Felicia agreed, "please ask me. She won't show me her breasts until you do."

Ariel studied Felicia. "Is that why you followed her?"

Felicia shrugged. "In part. I also didn't have anything else in particular to do."

"You were just wandering the forest, alone?"

"I didn't feel like staying in town. It felt a little... overcrowded."

Ariel nodded. "So it's true. You don't want to feed."

How could she possibly know that? I certainly haven't told anyone.

"I've been watching you," Ariel explained, without waiting for Felicia to ask. "You haven't been feeding much the past few months."

Felicia felt a splash of fear. She had been so alert, so careful to keep from drawing attention to herself. Hunters were always looking for her, or others like her, and she prided her ability to know when someone had seen her and recognized her for what she was. That this Pixie could spy on her, unnoticed for months or more, left her feeling unsettled, almost violated.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. Mint had come up beside her and was now giving her a look that was oddly sympathetic. "She's a Goddess, I told you. She can do things the rest of us can't understand."

But Felicia's attention wasn't on the Pixie's words. This was the first time that Mint had touched her and even through the fabric of her coat she could feel a tingly warmth emanating from the Pixie's hand. She gave Mint a startled look, but the Pixie misinterpreted the reason for it. "Don't worry. She didn't do it to hurt you." The tingling sensation was fading, but the warmth remained.

Felicia looked back at Ariel, who had a knowing look, as if she understood exactly what was happening. "She's surprising, isn't she?" Ariel said.

Felicia nodded. Mint's hand was still on her shoulder, but she tried to ignore it. "So you've been watching me?"

"Yes," Ariel agreed, "for a few years, actually."

Years... She tried to ignore that. "Why?"

"We may be able to help you with your problem."

Felicia snorted. "You can take away a vampire's need to drink blood? Will you take away my need to breathe too?"

Ariel didn't react to the outburst. "In the short term, yes, we can take away your need for blood."

Cure

FELICIA WAS TOO STUNNED to respond.

"In the long term," Ariel continued, "we might be able to do that too."

"But... why?" was all Felicia could say.

"The solution, the long term solution, well... we don't have it. We need your help to find it."

Felicia thoughts were swirling with questions. How could there be a cure for vampirism? Why had she never heard of such a thing? Was it even possible? What could it be? Why would Pixies want it?

She settled on just the last question. "But... why do you want it? What possible use could it be to you?"

For the first time Ariel looked uncertain. "I can't tell you that, not yet."

Felicia considered asking for specifics about what the solution was, but knew that there would be a price to pay for the information. She looked at Mint, who looked apprehensive, her hand still on Felicia's shoulder. "Mint tells me that I need to agree to something," she said, looking back at Ariel.

"Yes, that part's simple. You just need to agree to help us find the solution and to share it with us when you acquire it."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Felicia was confused; it was too simple. "Why are you so concerned that I share it with you? Why wouldn't I? What possible use for it could I have after it's removed my curse?"

"The solution isn't just a simple potion. It will have other uses. I need to be certain that you won't claim it as your own and not share it with us."

"And you'll just take my word for it?"

"I can hold you to your word, so yes." There was a flash of deep knowledge in Ariel's eyes, and Felicia had no doubt that she was telling the truth.

Felicia briefly considered the proposal, but her choice seemed clear. How could she refuse even the possibility of never needing to feed on blood again? Her heart soared at the thought.

"But you can't agree just yet," Ariel said.

Felicia was puzzled, but Mint responded first, her hand squeezing Felicia's shoulder tightly. "Why can't she agree now?"

Ariel looked at Mint. "We haven't told her the rest. She needs to understand the short term solution too."

Mint's grip loosened. "Oh, right. I guess that makes sense."

"The short term solution?" Felicia said.

"Yes, we can remove your compulsion for blood," Ariel said, "or rather, we can replace it."

"Replace it? With what?" Felicia had never heard of any other substance that could fulfill a vampire's needs. It had to be the blood of a sentient.

Ariel just smiled obliquely.

"Well?" Felicia said, growing impatient.

Mint leaned in, putting her mouth close to Felicia's ear. "With me," she said quietly.

Felicia looked at her in surprise. "What?"

Mint nodded, her eyes wide, looking more sweet and innocent than ever. That made what she said next all the more incongruous. "Pixie cum."

"What?" I couldn't have heard that right!

"Pixie cum," Mint repeated, a bit louder.

Felicia looked at Ariel. "Is she serious?"

Ariel nodded. "Completely."

"But..."

"Why haven't you heard of this before?" Ariel supplied.

"Yes."

"Because it's our darkest secret. Pixie cum is addictive."

"Addictive?" Felicia had never tried any of the magic drugs that were available in every city, but she had seen the effect they had on people. "You mean like Golem Dust, or Blot?"

"More. Much more. Addictive like blood to a vampire."

"Really? Then why haven't I heard of it? Why aren't there druggies in every slum begging for more... Pixie Cum?" It was hard to say, it sounded so ridiculous.

"Because no one knows. We never let anyone taste it more than once."

"Really?" Felicia ran through her memories, trying to remember any tales of someone having more than one encounter with a Pixie. She couldn't.

"Yes, one taste is safe. Two might be okay. Three and you need to live with Pixies for the rest of your life."

"Has that happened?" Felicia could imagine Pixie villages filled with humans and elves and dwarves, all begging for their next taste of Pixie. It was almost funny.

"Yes, a long time ago. We don't let it happen any more."

"But you want me to... become addicted?"

"Yes, I'm quite certain that it will replace your need for blood."

"Quite certain? You don't know?" Felicia hardly wanted two addictions.

Ariel shook her head. "No, I don't know. This is why I don't want you to agree just yet. You need to test what I'm telling you."

"Test?" Felicia looked at Mint, who was quivering slightly and appeared ready to burst.

"Yes," Ariel said. "You want to taste her anyway, don't you?"

"I do," Felicia admitted.

"Then do so, make her come. I think you'll find that your need for blood will be gone, at least for a while, maybe even a week."

Felicia's gaze was locked with Mint's. The Pixie's eyes, always so expressive, were yelling out Eat Me! Felicia tried to ignore that and managed to say, "And if my need for blood remains?"

"Then nothing," Ariel said. "You had your one taste of Pixie cum and you go on your way."

"You won't still want me to find this long term solution of yours?"

"No, we need to work in secret. We can't have you running around feeding on people and attracting vampire hunters. We'll go our separate ways."

"Okay then. So, do I just start?"

"Yes!" Mint said.

"No," Ariel corrected calmly and looked at Mint. "You had a request."

"Oh, I forgot," Mint said, looking embarrassed, her eyes still locked with Felicia's.

"What is it?" Felicia said, her voice strained. Now that the opportunity to relieve—or replace—her hunger was near, she was starting to lose control.

Neither Pixie said anything.

"Well?" Felicia said.

"Mint should tell you," Ariel said. "It's her request after all." Then she was gone: Ariel, her sphere of summer, everything. Felicia knew without even breaking eye contact with Mint.

"Well?" Felicia repeated.

Mint bit her lower lip, looking a little frightened. "Before you eat me..."

"Yes?"

"I need to taste you."

"What?" Felicia didn't know what to expect, but that wasn't it.

"Once you eat me, you won't be a pure vampire anymore. I want to taste you while you still are."

Strangely, the request didn't strike Felicia as odd. It makes as much sense as anything else that's happened tonight. Opportunities to lick a vampire's pussy can't come along often, not safely anyway. Hell, I've never even tasted one.

Unfortunately, right now her lust for blood was growing too strong; there was a dull thudding in her ears; her heart and Mint's, beating in rhythm. She needed blood, or she needed pussy. "I don't think I can let you go first," she said, and realized that she was leaning down, bringing her face closer to the Pixie's neck. "I've let things go too far."

Mint's eye's shimmered as if she might cry. "I've never, ever tasted a vampire before," she said very quietly. "None of my friends have either."

Felicia felt the Pixie's dismay as if it were her own. Curiosity and desire, a desperate need to taste an aroused vampire... almost like a need to drink blood, and Felicia understood that completely.

"I can hurry..." Mint said, but she sounded like she had given up hope.

A moment of epiphany: to give up being a vampire, I must let another feed on me.

"Hurry," was all she could say.

It was enough; Mint understood. Her expression grew serious, although she didn't stop smiling. She gave Felicia a strong push and the vampire didn't resist, letting herself fall back into the snow.

Sweetness

FELICIA STARED at the clear sky above her as she felt the shoes being yanked off her feet and the clasp of her pants being undone. Then in one swift motion her pants were off and her bare feet and naked bottom were in the snow.

As a vampire, she didn't mind the cold, but it was still a shock and it heightened her awareness of what was happening below her waist. The Pixie had pushed her legs apart and was kneeling between them. Felicia felt herself being studied, felt Mint's eyes on her pussy, felt the Pixie's hunger.

Or is that my own?

Then Mint lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. In a moment Felicia could feel a slight breeze on her pussy, as if the Pixie had her mouth a hair's breadth away. The air was icy cold.

Something nuzzled against her, maybe a nose or a tongue, threatening to slide inside her. Whatever it was, it was cold, but Felicia welcomed it. She raised her bottom off the snow, wanting whatever it was to press into her harder, but the Pixie pulled away and Felicia lowered her bottom again.

Then something entered her. For the briefest moment it was hard and shockingly cold, but in an instant it became warm and soft. A tongue.

Felicia imagined her own tongue sliding into the Pixie's pussy: warm, wet, pulsing with life. The thought almost made her push Mint away. I should be licking her. I need to be tasting her. I should force her back into the snow, rip off her clothes, spread her legs...




The First Taste is Free



But then, gradually, the Pixie's tongue inside her brought a sense of calm. The vampire part of her relaxed, the hunger subsided. A strange memory popped into Felicia's mind. Something she hadn't thought about in years. That night with Rennara, when I realized what she was and I felt her teeth slide into my neck. When I became a vampire.

Why would I think of that now?

Then the memory faded and Felicia felt the warmth within her spreading. Her body had been cold for so long, she was like a sculpture of ice melting in the sun, except the heat was within her. Her pussy was becoming wet and slick, melting, droplets of lust surely dripping into the snow, sizzling in a burst of steam.

Felicia felt a surge of reflected pleasure. Mint's definitely getting a good taste of vampire.

Then there was a surge of another kind. The Pixie was obeying Felicia's last request, hurrying, pushing her to orgasm faster than Felicia had ever thought possible. Mint's tongue found the vampire's clit and pressed against it, firmly but not moving, pressing harder, then harder still.

Felicia's legs spasmed, squeezing the Pixie's head tightly. She raised her bottom again then twisted to the side, pulling the Pixie around with her. Mint's tongue didn't lose contact with Felicia's clit, somehow finding a way to press harder. The spasm spread through the rest of Felicia's body, then was gone.

She relaxed, settling back into the snow, releasing her hold on the Pixie's head. Mint didn't move for a moment, still holding her tongue against Felicia's clit, then she pulled away, sending another tremor through Felicia's body.

Mint sat up so that she was kneeling in the snow. Still relaxed, Felicia looked at her and had to laugh at the pleased look on the Pixie's face, wet with vampire lust.

Then, with a ferocious internal growl, Felicia's hunger awoke. With no reason to wait any longer she sat up and pushed the Pixie backward forcefully, causing Mint to abruptly unfurl her wings. A thousand shades of bright sparkly green extended out on either side of her, cushioning her fall.

Huh. She must have slits cut into the back of her coat. I wonder why she's kept her wings hidden?

But her mind really wasn't on such questions, especially as Mint was now lying on her back, her eyes wide and expectant.

Felicia rolled onto her knees, put her hands into the snow by Mint's feet. "Spread your legs," she said and the Pixie didn't hesitate. Felicia looked down and as Mint pulled her legs apart, the flared part of her coat rose up, revealing that her white tights only went halfway up her thighs. Above, she was completely bare, the pale skin of her legs just slightly pinker than the snow beneath her, her pussy pinker still and without hair, puffy lips lying open and waiting.

Felicia crawled forward between the Pixie's legs, her knees making soft crunching noises in the snow, until her head was just above Mint's pussy. She didn't take the time to admire the first Pixie pussy she had seen, or to comment on how pretty it was. She wasn't really thinking anymore. She dropped down, letting her arms slide under the Pixie's thighs and, almost as if she were a starved animal, brought her mouth to Mint's pussy.

However, when her lips touched Mint's flesh, she was startled into a semblance of thought. Mint's pussy, which looked incredibly warm, soft and inviting, was actually cold and hard, as if it were literally frozen.

But the scent was there, moist Pixie excitement, exactly as Felicia expected. It demanded to be tasted.

Hard or soft, Felicia still couldn't resist and she put her tongue out, expecting to experience something like the icy treats she ate in the summer, except Pixie flavoured, and for a moment that was what she got. Then the wetness of her tongue seemed to melt the frozen exterior. As an experiment, she took one of the Pixie's pussy lips into her mouth and held it there. It was cold—colder than snow or ice, but just for a moment, then it melted and softened, so that in an instant it was supple and resilient to the touch and tasted exactly like Felicia expected: like pussy, but sweeter.

She licked the rest of Mint's pussy, now enjoying the sensation, initial hard coldness, melting into warm softness.

But something was wrong. Mint tasted wonderful, but she wasn't wet. Felicia felt a flash of concern, that without liquid her hunger couldn't be satisfied.

Trying to fight the desperation that was starting to spread through her, Felicia slid her tongue inside the Pixie's pussy. It was cold, almost painfully so, and Felicia couldn't push her tongue in very far, but she didn't pull back, knowing, or hoping, that the cold couldn't last.

Then, slower than before, she felt Mint's pussy soften and become warmer. She pushed a little deeper, felt a brief chill, then a sudden warmth. More than warmth. Heat. The sudden shift in temperature almost hurt, even though Felicia knew it was hot only by comparison to before.

The heat spread, warming Mint's pussy and outward. Suddenly her thighs, pressed against Felicia's cheeks, felt warm as well.

Following the warmth was wetness. It flowed over Felicia's tongue, tangy and slightly sweet, bringing an instant sense of calmness to the vampire.

Mint gave a little moan, then thrust her pussy into Felicia's face. "I'm coming!" she cried out, announcing it with an unusual amount of joy.

Already? In spite of the pure pleasure she was tasting, Felicia felt a twinge of disappointment. I've only just begun!

But the Pixie was definitely coming; her body was tense and her fingers were gripping Felicia's head, trying to pull it even closer. "I'm coming," she repeated, quieter this time.

Then something hot touched the tip of Felicia's tongue. Really hot. The same Pixie juice she had been enjoying, but sweeter, with a hint of some mystery flavour.

And something else happened. A sensation washed over Felicia, or rather, it washed away from her. A pain that she hadn't even recognized as painful was gone.

She didn't need blood anymore. The lust, so long a part of her, was no more.

Ariel had said this would happen, that Pixie cum would replace her need for blood. She also said that this first time she could taste Mint without fear of addiction.

Felicia still had a choice to make, even though the Pixie option was so clearly superior to remaining a vampire: hunt people and drain their blood, or pleasure Pixies and drink their sweet juices.

Pixie cum: it just seems too good to be true.

She sighed. Her face was still nestled between Mint's legs. Not really the place one would expect to be making life-changing decisions.

Still, there's no reason I have to decide right away.

She stuck her tongue out. Mint's pussy was still wet and sweet.

Ariel said that it would be risky to taste Mint twice.

She licked upward, eliciting a moan from the Pixie.

But I haven't really finished tasting her once yet...

She stuck her tongue back inside Mint.

...Have I?

~ End of Episode One ~