Where Felicia finds herself alone with Ripley, one woman she ever loved. And hated. But Felicia’s not the passive girl she used to be. Now she’s strong. And angry. And aroused. And this castle is so very, very dark…
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:
Felicia closed the door again, feeling quite pleased. So there’s an empty room and at least two thick doors between the hall and us. Perfect.
“Is everything okay?” Ripley said. She was still standing in exactly the same place, looking very alone.
“Yes,” Felicia said and walked back to the table to set down the Mirror. Although it was light, it was still a relief to not have to carry and protect the magical piece of glass from breaking. “There’s just another room next to us. I don’t think any sounds we make should carry too much.”
And now it begins.
“Or rather, any sounds you make.”
Ripley tilted her head to the side. Wondering, did she hear what she thought she heard?
“You should take off your clothes,” Felicia said, keeping her voice calm and matter-of-fact.
Ripley looked cautiously hopeful, but didn’t otherwise move. She’s surprised, and not at all sure if I’m serious.
Felicia didn’t repeat her suggestion.