Pixie Chix — Tales of a Lesbian Vampire — Episode Four
Where Felicia is on a mission, and finds herself alone and Pixie-less. How long can she survive without a single taste?
Pixies… whimsical, cute and with a insatiable need for sexual pleasure. What happens when you drop a serious and sexy vampire into their midst?
WARNING: this story contains explicit descriptions of lesbian sex and more than its fair share of naughty language.
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A Quick Taste:
Suddenly Whisper’s wings popped into view. Larger and more translucent than other Pixie wings, they were a million shades of green infused with streaks of silver. Whisper flapped them lightly and raised her arms into the air, stretching her body like a satisfied cat. Then with a wiggle and likely some Pixie Magic, her clothing fell to the ground.
Her body was curved and sleek, and now that she wore nothing but wings she suddenly seemed taller. Every part of her looked like it needed to be licked and nibbled, from her beautifully long neck, to her small pert breasts, to her oddly cute knees, and everything in between.
Felicia expected her body to react to the sight of a perfectly naked Pixie, to make a desperate attempt to escape its bondage, but there was nothing except a delightful shiver of anticipation. Evidently things were going exactly the way her body wanted.
“You don’t have any particular attachment to these clothes, do you?” Whisper asked while running her fingertips along the Vampire’s legs.
Felicia shook her head.
Whisper reached up to grab the waist of Felicia’s pants with both hands and pulled outward. The material resisted for a moment, briefly felt extraordinarily cold, then shattered into sharp pieces of cloth that fell to the floor with an icy crash.
Felicia was suddenly naked from the waist down; even her undergarments had shattered away. Whisper then grabbed the front of Felicia’s tunic and repeated the motion. In another frozen moment Felicia was as naked as the Pixie.
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