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

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.