The First Taste is Free - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire (Episode 1 of the Pixie Chix) (3 page)

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…