The First Taste is Free - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire (Episode 1 of the Pixie Chix) (4 page)

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 —

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