The First Taste is Free - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire (Episode 1 of the Pixie Chix) (2 page)

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.

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.