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

to be tasting her. I should force her back into the snow, rip off her clothes, spread her legs…
    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,