Please Whisper! (and make her scream)

Pixie Chix - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire

Episode Four

by

Zephyr Indigo

Copyright 2013 Zephyr Indigo

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Six

It had been six days. A Pixie-less six days.

Felicia was ready to kill herself.

She was in the Library of Valnesse, just as she had been every evening since she arrived. She had seen many people, but mainly academic folk buried in their research and scribes making copies of various books, word by tedious word. Almost every person she saw was human and male; only three times had she seen another woman, and not once had she seen anyone who could possibly be a Pixie.

And of course it was a Pixie that she was looking for. A Pixie named Whisper.

~ ~ ~

“You may be able to find her by just wandering the city streets,” Tulip had told her. “She’ll be spending most of her time in the Castle—which you won’t be able to enter—but she was never able to keep still for long. I’m certain that she’ll take at least one walk through the city each day.”

Felicia pondered that, forcing herself to think even though her mind felt strangely sluggish. It was the morning after she had arrived here at the Turret, and she felt as if she had been sleeping for weeks. All she could remember was climbing the tree, then the stairs, and then briefly meeting the Pixie named…

What was her name? Winter? Yes, that was it.

And after that her mind was blank. She couldn’t even remember going to bed

And now it seemed the Pixies were in a hurry to rush her away.

I know they’re eager to get their quest started, but still… it would be nice to rest a bit.

Not that rest would be possible with a couple dozen Pixies about.

She forced her mind back to the conversation. “Valnesse…” she said. “It’s a big city. How likely are we to cross paths?”

Tulip shrugged. “Not very, but if you stay close to one of the Castle entrances… well, it’s still unlikely that you’ll see her, but some chance is better than none. Besides, your best chance will always be the library.”

“The library?”

“I know,” Tulip had said, “you wouldn’t expect to find one of us there, but Whisper is an odd Pixie, and it can’t be a coincidence that she’s chosen to live near the largest collection of books in the world.”

~ ~ ~

And so it was that Felicia spent her days wandering the streets of Valnesse and her evenings, from before sunset to after midnight, in the Library.

Thank the Gods it’s closed to the public during the day. Six hours each evening is bearable, but being here all day, every day, would drive me insane.

Not that she hadn’t already gone insane.

“We’ll come and get you in a week,” Tulip had said. “I’m sure that you can last seven days without a Pixie.”

Seven days! Felicia laughed to herself, unintentionally making a snorting noise. A couple scribes looked in her direction, then quickly returned to their work.

Seven days had seemed reasonable; as a Vampire she had been able to go without feeding for seven days without difficulty.

But being addicted to Pixies was not the same.

The first day had been wonderful, on her own, her mind free and clear.

The second day her fantasies started, which was also wonderful; how could anyone get tired of thinking about naked Pixies?

The third day she began to feel obsessed, with what Pixies tasted like and when she would be able to taste them again. It became difficult to think about anything else.

The fourth day her body began to twitch.

The fifth day she stopped eating regular food, and she had to force herself to drink water. She had also found it impossible sit still and only spent an hour at the library.

Today she felt both tired and hyper, making her want to sleep and run at the same time. Those desires cancelled each other out somewhat, but it still took extreme bursts of willpower to get her mind to do anything but think about Pixies.

Now she sat in the library, pondering what she would do if Whisper appeared.

Fuck her silly.

Except…

~ ~ ~

“Don’t approach her,” Tulip had said.

“Yes,” Mint had agreed, “Whatever you do, don’t approach her.”

“But why?”

“She might spook and we’ll never find her in time.”

“Or she might attack you.”

“Attack me?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t fight her. Seriously. Don’t fight her.”

What a thing to say! Why would I want to fight a Pixie?

~ ~ ~

Felicia absently twiddled the small piece of wood between her fingers, the one Tulip and Mint had given to her. She was supposed to break in half when she sighted Whisper, and within a few minutes someone would come to her aid.

But a lot could happen in a few minutes.

Felicia quivered with annoyance. She hated being so weak, so dependent. When she was near Pixies it was delightful; she could taste one whenever she wanted and her Need never had a chance to rear its ugly head.

She looked at the piece of wood. It was just a dried tree branch, not much more than an inch long; it would be easy to snap. Even though she hadn’t seen Whisper, she could break it now and bring an eager Pixie to her rescue.

That thought had occurred to her any number of times over the past few days, but she had always pushed it aside. She was willing to be weak, but surrendering to her weakness was just too much to bear.

Pure, stubborn pride: it’ll be the death of me yet.

She looked up from the book that she had been staring at for at least an hour. Reading was impossible tonight, but she had to maintain the pretence. Sitting for hours in a library, night after night, without a book in front of her would just make people wonder. This second floor of the library was entirely reserved for reading and transcribing, and positioned as she was near the staircase, she could see the entirety of the floor as well as the main entrance doors on the floor below.

There were only five other people on the floor with her: one man (probably a Mage) reading an extremely thick tome, another man (definitely a scribe) carefully making a copy of a book, a pair of men (of unknown occupation) sorting through a massive pile of papers, and one woman who had spent the past few evenings quietly reading—

And was now staring directly at Felicia.

Rue

A tingle went up Felicia’s spine. The woman was clearly human, with no hint of Pixieness about her. She was also exactly the type of woman that Felicia normally found extremely attractive: tall with a shapely body, youthful but mature, with an intelligent yet mischievous air about her.

Yes, exactly the type of woman whose blood I craved.

Now Felicia was aroused and confused; her need for Pixie was overwhelming, but that didn’t lessen her desire for this woman.

Fine, she’s human, but perhaps tasting her will help. At the very least she’ll make waiting for Whisper more bearable.

Except for one little fact…

For the past few years, sex with humans (or various non-humans for that matter) had always ended the same way for Felicia. Blood. She didn’t want to feed on this woman, yet couldn’t imagine an evening of lust with a human that didn’t end with drinking her blood.

The woman stood up and started walking toward Felicia. She was dressed in a style common to the city: a two-coloured dress, with the left half an intense green and the right a vibrant blue. It hugged her figure beautifully before flaring out at the knees, accentuating the gentle sway of her bust and hips, and amplifying the sensuality of every step she took.

Watching the woman approach, not so much walking as gliding across the floor, Felicia realized something.

I may not need blood anymore, but I’m still a Vampire; my body is still luring women into my web so I can feed on them.

But Felicia didn’t feel in control. The smooth motion of the woman’s hips was hypnotic, making Felicia’s mind swim with ideas of feminine curves.

“Daiatenasi?” The woman was now standing before Felicia and looking down, her eyes large and inviting.

“Pardon?” Felicia said.

The woman smiled. “Rue,” she said, holding a hand to her chest.

“Rue?” Felicia asked, eliciting a nod. “Felicia,” she said with a similar hand gesture.

“Fe-li-shia,” the woman said, as if wrapping her tongue around new syllables. “Dai-ate-na-si?” She said the phrase slower this time.

It had been a long time since Felicia had encountered anyone who didn’t speak the Queen’s Tongue. The Valnesse locals generally did, to varying degrees; however, the city was very close to the border, so this woman could be from one of the neighbouring kingdoms or baronies.

Rue reached forward and touched the back of the Vampire’s right hand, sending out a burst of tingling energy and warmth that quickly climbed Felicia’s arm and spread through her body.

Wow. Felicia shivered as a wave of coolness followed, covering her body with goosebumps.

Rue pulled her hand away, and Felicia lifted her hand to follow, trying to hold the woman’s touch for a few extra moments. Yet even after the contact was broken, the tingling warmth remained, wandering through the Vampire’s body, seeming to linger in the places that Felicia most liked to be touched.

“Atena?” Rue said, then looked back over her shoulder, toward a staircase leading up. She faced Felicia again. “Daiatenasi?”

At least now her meaning was somewhat clear. “Yes,” Felicia said. She stood up, then followed as the woman started walking away. Felicia looked at the other patrons as she passed, expecting them to look back at her with disapproval, or perhaps envy, but there was no indication that they were aware of anything outside their own little worlds.

Rue reached the stairs, and with brief look back to see that Felicia was following, she began climbing. She moved slowly, without hint of urgency, taking each step as if it were a performance, a dance meant to hypnotize all who watched. Her hair, deep chestnut in colour and lustrously straight, hung to the small of her back. It undulated provocatively, weaving a gentle spell of its own.

They zigzagged up two flights of stairs, which brought them to a floor filled with bookshelves, row upon row. There were a few more people here, busily searching. One of them looked in their direction, a man, and Felicia hoped that he wouldn’t follow them. Who could resist finding out where this woman and her Vampire might be going?

They continued climbing with no sign of pursuit. On the fourth floor there were still more shelves and books, but nobody in sight. Even so, Felicia could sense there were still people innocently lurking. On the fifth floor the library seemed to run out of books, as there were shelves, but almost nothing to fill them. It was silent and empty of people.

“Uon,” Rue said, holding up a finger and pointing upward.

“One more?” Felicia asked and the woman nodded.

The next flight of stairs was much narrower. Felicia found herself watching the lower half of the woman’s dress. The two halves of colour met in the middle and overlapped each other, so that with each step the skirt flowed around her legs, giving occasional brief glimpses of skin.

Beyond being tantalized by what was underneath, Felicia realized that she was enchanted by the dress as well. I have to find one for myself. The Pixies think I’m irresistible now? Wait until they see me in that dress!

The sixth floor was very dark and lit only by moonlight shining through many windows. It was almost empty, with only a few empty shelves placed randomly about the room and a lone table.

“Tareshi,” Rue said, sounding apologetic. She hurried to the table and activated a magelight, probably one of the reading lamps from downstairs. It cast a small sphere of light around the table and conjured up interesting shadows everywhere else.

“I’m not sure we need the light,” Felicia said. She felt the need to speak even if the woman wouldn’t understand. Now that they were alone Felicia felt oddly unsure of herself.

Why am I here? She’s very beautiful and impossible to resist, but it’s equally impossible to forget that I need a Pixie, not a human.

Rue was leaning back on the table and looking at her now, head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised. The pose accentuated her long neck, and even from this distance Felicia could see a gently throbbing artery.

Diversion

Felicia’s pulse quickened. She approached Rue and, without thinking, embraced her, one hand holding the small of her back and the other the back of her head, fingers sliding into her smooth, dark hair. The woman still had her head tilted slightly, neck exposed, eyes watching Felicia with anticipation and… not exactly fear… but something very similar.

And Felicia realized something.

She knows what I am!

Felicia tensed but tried to hide her realization. She focused on the woman’s hair, silken and glistening in the magelight, as it drew an elegant curve along her skin, pulling Felicia gaze in a path from the tip of her ear, along her jawline, and down to her artery. It pulsed with a seductive intensity.

She knows, but what does that mean? Normally, if someone knew she was a Vampire and allowed themselves to come this close, that meant they were one of two things: a fool of a hunter, or a fool with a Vampire fetish. Rue didn’t look or feel like either, and Felicia’s instincts rarely let her down.

Of course, now there was a third possibility… but this woman was no Pixie.

Felicia, lost in thought, realized that her lips were now kissing the woman’s neck, following the edge of her hair, downward along her warm skin, approaching…

She found Rue’s heartbeat. Thrum, thrum, it caressed Felicia’s lips, thrum, thrum, sending a tingling pulse through her body, thrum, thrum.

Felicia became aware of her teeth, lengthening, ready to be used. It would be so easy.

Instead, Felicia brought out her tongue and let it touch the woman’s skin, thrum, thrum, warm with just a hint of saltiness, thrum, thrum, Rue’s pulse echoed through Felicia’s tongue.

Thrum, thrum, there was something else, thrum, thrum, the faint taste of Pixie.

Huh?

Felicia gave the woman’s neck a long lick, all thoughts of blood gone. Was it her imagination? She licked again. No, there was no question.

A Pixie had kissed this neck.

Felicia pulled back sharply and looked at Rue. “You’ve been with a Pixie, haven’t you?”

The woman was startled, but there was a glimmer of understanding.

“Pixie?” Felicia said. Some words didn’t change from language to language.

Recognition flashed in Rue’s eyes. She nodded.

Felicia pulled the woman closer and kissed her forcefully, pulling Rue’s lower lip into her mouth. The taste was much stronger, and there was no question what it was.

She pulled away and looked at the woman again. “You’ve tasted a Pixie. You made her come!”

The woman seemed to understand. “Pixie,” she said with another nod.

Felicia felt all her resistance drain away, and suddenly she was kissing Rue again, wildly and out of control. Her hand slid downward to grasp the woman’s buttocks and in one motion she lifted Rue off the floor and pushed the woman back onto the table, not once letting their lips break contact. Her hand then drifted further down the woman’s dress, feeling a strong, firm leg underneath the soft material.

But her mind was on Rue’s lips and the Pixie wetness those lips had touched.

Felicia was lying across the woman now, holding Rue down while she slid her hand further down the woman’s legs, trying to find a break in the skirt so that she could touch skin. Rue seemed to understand what Felicia needed; she lifted one leg and managed to rest her foot on the edge of the table. This spread her legs somewhat and forced the material of her dress upward, just enough to let Felicia’s hand find an opening. She touched an ankle, then slid her hand upward, following the strong, warm curves of Rue’s leg.

Felicia continued to savour the taste of Pixie that lingered on the woman’s lips. Which Pixie was it? It definitely doesn’t taste like Mint or Tulip. Whisper perhaps?

Felicia had a vague feeling that there was another Pixie, one whom she desperately wanted to taste… but the notion quickly subsided.

Her hand continued to push up the woman’s skirt, but was meeting resistance; the material was too tight and held Rue’s legs together. It was not designed to give easy access to her pussy. Why would anyone make an outfit like that? Felicia was vaguely aware that Rue was using her own hands to try to fix the problem—then there was a ripping sound and Felicia’s hand suddenly had free access to the wetness between Rue’s legs.

Felicia felt a surge of remorse at ruining the dress, but then her fingers found their way to the Rue’s pussy, and without hesitation she slid a finger inside the wet folds.

Rue moaned, her mouth opening wide. Felicia took advantage of this and kissed her deeply, finding the woman’s tongue and tasting it. The sensation was thrilling: without question Rue had been licking a Pixie quite recently.

Felicia pushed her finger deeper and let her thumb find Rue’s clit. She was overcome with a singular need to make the woman come quickly, and Rue seemed to share that goal as she thrusted her pelvis urgently into Felicia’s hand and forced her tongue deeper into the Vampire’s mouth. Felicia swirled her thumb over Rue’s clit, eliciting another moan, strange sounding now that Felicia was holding onto her tongue, sucking on it, and dreaming of the Pixie it had tasted.

Rue came, suddenly pulling her tongue from Felicia’s mouth in a silent scream and squeezing her legs together so tightly that Felicia could no longer move her hand. But her thumb was still free, and she continued her attack on Rue’s clit.

The woman gave a final shudder, then relaxed.

Not yet! Felicia’s need for Pixie didn’t feel sated in the slightest. She lifted herself off Rue and pulled her hand from between the woman’s legs. She took the finger that had been deep inside the woman and licked it. Yes, there was Pixie there too.

In a moment she had her face between the woman’s thighs. Rue made a surprised noise, then relaxed and welcomed Felicia’s tongue inside her. The woman’s pussy didn’t taste like a Pixie’s, yet somehow it still had an ineffable Pixieness to it, as if a Pixie had spent a lot of time with it.

Felicia licked the woman, but she was able to move slowly now; most of the urgency had left both of them. Rue wrapped her legs around Felicia’s head lightly and rested her feet on Felicia’s back. She didn’t thrust, but gently pushed her pussy into Felicia’s face, moaning softly.

Felicia found herself able to relax for the first time in days. There was no way Rue could satiate her, but in the absence of an actual Pixie, this was about as close as she could get to a Pixie’s pussy.

Whisper

Felicia began walking downstairs by herself. Rue was still lying on the table, sleeping quietly.

She, at least, seems satisfied.

As for herself, Felicia was confused. While between Rue’s legs she had felt calm, but with the nagging sensation that her urgent desire was standing behind her, watching. She didn’t feel satisfied, but was still thankful for the distraction that Rue had provided.

Except my tongue’s tired. Normally that means I’ve had a great few hours. But to feel like I do and still have a tired tongue… that’s just cruel.

She reached the fifth floor. There was a girl sitting on one of the tables, legs swinging in quick, twitchy bursts.

Felicia stopped, letting her mind catch up with what she was seeing. It was obvious what the girl was, even though she had gone to some lengths to appear less Pixie-like; she had tanned skin and straight dark hair, cut short to look severe rather than cute. As well her eyes were serious, lacking the naughty sparkle that Felicia was accustomed to.

It was quite possible that Felicia’s eyes might have been fooled, but her body never could be; every hair was quivering with anticipation, and her tongue didn’t feel tired anymore.

“Whisper?” Felicia said, knowing it had to be her.

The Pixie legs stopped swinging and she became still.

But not calm. She’s tense like a frightened mouse. If I make a move, she’ll run.

Only the Pixie’s eyes were moving. They darted about, studying Felicia, analyzing her… almost like she’s looking for a reason to flee.

Finally, Whisper’s eyes met Felicia’s. They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds and the Pixie seemed to come to a decision. She relaxed, just a little, and spoke.

“Please, sit,” she said, her voice soft and tremulous. She lifted one hand and indicated another table with a wave, not for a moment breaking eye contact.

At first Felicia found herself similarly reluctant to look away. There was something compelling about the Pixie’s eyes, green and glittering, filled with a thousand thoughts. She felt herself falling into them—

What the?

Felicia forced her eyes to close, and kept them closed for a few seconds. Her sense of balance instantly returned, but she was at a loss to explain what had happened. Not wanting to look back at Whisper just yet, she turned her head so that when her eyes reopened she was looking at the table. She walked to it, careful not to move quickly or give any indication that she would approach the Pixie, and sat down. This put about ten feet between them.

Ten feet away from a Pixie. Felicia felt her muscles tense. The only thing keeping her from lunging toward Whisper was the certainty that the Pixie was quicker and would be gone before Felicia could touch her.

Touch her. Taste her. Make her scream. Make her come.

“You have a way of calling them?” Whisper said abruptly. For a moment the words merged with Felicia’s fantasy, the Pixie’s voice, soft and sudden, a musical sigh of pleasure, begging for more.

Felicia shook herself and tried to focus on the question.

“Tulip or Mint?” the Pixie prompted. “You have a way of calling them?”

Oh, right, my mission. Felicia glanced at Whisper, careful to look into her eyes for only a moment. “Yes,” she said and pulled the stick from her vest pocket. She snapped it in half. “They’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Whisper made no reply.

Felicia kept her eyes down and on the Pixie’s body. Like many men and women of Valnesse, her clothing was fairly androgynous: just a grey doublet and a pair of loose fitting pants. The outfit didn’t try to hide that she was a woman, but didn’t emphasize it either; the curve of her hips was evident, and there was a hint that she had breasts, not much more than that.

And certainly no sign of wings. Evidently, as Winter had shown, Pixie wings were easy to hide.

Felicia imagined undressing Whisper, pulling aside the drab fabrics to reveal more of her soft, tanned skin. The contrast was delightful: a beautiful surprise hidden in a boring package. She would just pull the pants down to the her ankles, allowing the Pixie’s legs to spread enough to reveal her pussy, impatient and eager for an adventurous tongue.

Felicia caught herself starting to stand up.

No! She saw Whisper’s body tense, and for a moment Felicia was certain the Pixie would run away… but she didn’t, and after a few seconds Whisper seemed to relax.

Felicia tried to relax as well.

Maybe I shouldn’t stare at her body right now. It’s too easy to lose control.

She looked up at Whisper’s face again. The Pixie’s eyes, while still intense and cautious, looked normal and now lacked… whatever it was that bewitched me before.

At that moment Tulip appeared, popping into existence. She took a few steps to get her balance, flashed a smile at Whisper, then faced Felicia. “You found her!” she said happily.

Felicia gave Tulip a little nod, but kept her attention on Whisper.

Tulip raised an eyebrow and turned to the other Pixie. “She found you,” Tulip said, more quietly this time.

“Yes,” Whisper said. Surprisingly, the appearance of Tulip had made her more agitated. “And you…” her eyes darted back to Felicia, “…found your Vampire.”

“We did!” Tulip said, unable to contain her excitement. “She’s the one we’ve been waiting for!”

“Perhaps,” Whisper said. She stared deeply into Felicia’s eyes, again drawing the Vampire into her gaze.

Her eyes… Such a deep, penetrating green… So beautiful.

“You tested her, I assume?” Tulip said. It was somewhere between a question and an accusation.

“Yes.”

Felicia shook herself and broke eye contact. “Tested?”

Whisper shifted her position on the table. “I needed to know whether you still needed blood… and Rue wanted to help.”

“Rue?” Tulip said, “the one who—”

“Yes. She was in no danger. I was sure she could handle a Vampire.”

“Handle?” Felicia thought over her encounter with the long-haired woman upstairs. Outside of her raw sensuality, there had been no sign of anything remarkable about Rue, no indication that she had the ability to handle a Vampire.

Whisper shrugged. “Her ways are subtle.”

Subtle? What does that mean?

But before Felicia could ask, Tulip spoke up. “So you agree then?” she asked Whisper. “She is the one?”

Whisper didn’t answer immediately. Then she inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Yes,” she said, as if afraid of the word.

Or excited by it.

The Pixie’s eyes drifted down Felicia’s body with an almost reluctant eagerness.

Without thinking, Felicia stood up.

Whisper swiftly held up her hand, and Felicia’s body slowed. She managed to fully stand up, but then couldn’t move any further. “What?” she tried to say, then discovered that she couldn’t speak.

“You are such a tease,” Tulip said.

Whisper glanced at the other Pixie. “She… she startled me!”

“Yes, and what do you think will happen when you release her?”

Whisper almost said something then looked back at Felicia, eyes wide and mouth partially open. She was clearly thinking about what the Vampire would do to her.

“Because you will have to release her,” Tulip continued. Then she looked directly at Felicia with an innocent smile. “Or her mouth, anyway.”

Whisper giggled nervously. “I know,” she said, and gave Felicia a look that was impossibly naughty.

And for the first time looked exactly like a Pixie.

Beg

“Oh, and I almost forgot,” Tulip said and fished a hand into one of her pockets. “You might want this as well.” She pulled out a white cube.

Whisper gasped in delight. “Gods!” she exclaimed and leapt off the table. “You found it!”

“Of course we did.” Tulip held it out for the other Pixie to take.

Whisper reached for it, but then pulled her hand back, her face suddenly fearful.

Tulip didn’t seem surprised by Whisper’s reaction. “You knew this day would come,” she said quietly.

“I did, but…” Whisper was staring unblinkingly at the cube. “I didn’t think it would come so soon.”

“It has been five years,” Tulip pointed out.

“I know.” Whisper glanced at Felicia and smiled nervously. “I honestly didn’t expect a literal Vampire.”

“Really?” Tulip said doubtfully. “You haven’t been fantasizing about her since the first time you read the Prophecy?”

Whisper blushed, and for a moment lost her nervousness. Her eyes wandered down Felicia’s body then back up, coming to rest on Felicia’s lips. “It’s one thing to dream—”

“Fantasize,” Tulip corrected.

“—But it’s quite another to have a Vampire right here in front of me and… be expected to spread my legs for her.”

“Wait!” Tulip said with such incredulity that Felicia knew she was teasing. “Are you saying that you don’t want to spread your legs?”

Whisper’s face turned serious and she looked at Tulip. “Just give me the box,” she said firmly.

Instead, Tulip put the box behind her back. “You don’t want to spread your legs for her?” she asked again.

“Just give me…”

“Because if there was ever someone that you should spread your legs for…”

Whisper’s eyes drifted over to Felicia again. She avoided eye contact, her gaze lingering on the curve of the Vampire’s waist and hips. After thinking for a few more seconds, she visibly steeled herself and held her hand out to Tulip again. “Give me the box.”

“Fine.” Tulip brought the box into view again. She put out her hand, palm up, with the cube resting on top. “But if you take the box, I’m just going to assume you’re in a hurry to open it.”

Whisper paused for half a second, then grabbed the cube.

Tulip laughed. “And now, I should go,” she said, and looked at Felicia with mock sadness. “Before I decide to take advantage of a certain luscious spellbound Vampire.”

Whisper didn’t seem to be aware of Tulip speaking. She was holding the cube close to her face, spinning it about, examining it from every angle.

Tulip made a kissing motion toward Felicia, then turned back to Whisper. “I shall be going then,” she said, louder this time.

“What?” Whisper looked up, surprised that Tulip was still there. “Oh, okay.”

Tulip laughed again and took a step backward. “Just don’t bruise her,” she said to no one in particular and with another step back she disappeared.

Whisper stared at the spot where Tulip had been, then looked around the room, her fingers absently caressing the edges of the cube. “I think she’s gone,” the Pixie said. Then she focused on Felicia, her eyes wild with fear and excitement. “With Tulip you can never be sure.”

Felicia agreed, but couldn’t respond.

Whisper considered the Vampire for a few moments, then her expression softened. “This hasn’t gone the way I expected,” she said. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

She paused, waiting for a response, then smiled sheepishly as she realized what the problem was. She approached Felicia, raised her left hand—the one not holding the cube—and brought her index finger to within an inch of the Vampire’s lips.

She stopped. “I know Tulip was joking,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper, “but I though you should know… I really do want to spread my legs for you.” Then she touched Felicia’s lips.

“What—?” Felicia attempted to say, then coughed. Her mouth and throat were dry. Her tongue felt like it had fallen asleep.

“Give it a second,” Whisper said.

Felicia swirled her tongue around, moistening the inside of her mouth. The motion drew Whisper’s gaze.

I know that look. “You won’t…” another cough, “…be able to see them anymore,” she said. Her tongue tingled as it came back to life.

Whisper blinked, suddenly becoming aware of where she was staring. “Sorry,” she said and met Felicia’s eyes. “I just can’t believe I’m alone with you, contemplating…”

“Spreading your legs?”

Whisper nodded.

“Letting a Vampire make you come?”

Whisper smiled. “Essentially.”

“Hoping I might use my teeth?”

The Pixie’s face shifted into an expression that was odd—and strangely familiar. Tulip had the same expression when I touched my teeth to her nipple. Whisper opened her mouth to say something, then stopped, then opened her mouth again, but said nothing.

Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward and kissed Felicia. So lightly that their lips barely touched—and before Felicia could react, the Pixie pulled away.

But not far. Just an inch, near enough that Felicia could still feel the Pixie’s breath warm against her lips.

Whisper’s tongue darted out to lick her lips. “You taste like Rue.”

Taste. Felicia’s heart quickened and her body tensed, wanting so much to lunge forward and discover this Pixie’s flavour.

And for the thousandth time, she tried to quiet her thoughts and force her body to relax.

Fortunately, Whisper was lost in her own thoughts and didn’t notice Felicia’s reaction. Then the Pixie closed her eyes and kissed the Vampire again, more firmly this time. Despite Felicia’s other needs, it was easy to lose herself in the touch of the Whisper’s lips.

They were soft, and welcoming, and—

I shouldn’t think about that.

But she couldn’t avoid noticing that the Pixie’s lips also had a subtle taste to them, like a sugary candy with just a hint of tang. Felicia couldn’t resist: she inhaled, sucking on Whisper’s lower lip, pulling it into her mouth.

For just a second, she believed that she was kissing… tasting… another part of the Pixie’s body.

It was too much.

I don’t want to kiss. I don’t want tenderness. I need to lick.

Her body rebelled and pushed against the spell that held her.

I need to fuck.

Her body strained against its bondage, her muscles quivering as they pushed toward the Pixie. There was a wall in front of her, invisible and impossible to move.

Then it softened, just slightly, and Felicia felt herself shift forward. Not much, and it could have been her imagination. Except—

Whisper jerked back as if she had been slapped. “You moved!”

Felicia didn’t answer.

“And you’re losing control,” Whisper said, much quieter, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear.

For the thousand-and-first time, Felicia regained her composure, or most of it. “Yes,” she said.

“And… what happens when I release you?” Whisper asked the question with such innocence that it had to be masking what she really wanted to ask.

And what does she want to ask? Does she want me to stay calm and be gentle, or does she want me to relinquish what’s left of my control and ravage her?

Felicia didn’t have the patience to calculate the best answer, so she told the truth. “I’m going to make you come so hard and so loud that everyone in the library will come running to see what I’m doing to you.”

Judging by the way Whisper’s eyes lit up, the answer was a good one. “And if I don’t release you?”

That question worried Felicia. She didn’t answer.

The Pixie stepped forward again, this time sliding her arm around Felicia’s waist and letting her hand come to rest on the small of the Vampire’s back. “I mean, what happens if I just…” She trailed off as her other hand lightly touched Felicia’s breast.

Felicia tried to push forward into the Pixie’s hand, but the crazed, uncontrolled power that had helped her before was out of reach.

Whisper caressed Felicia’s breast with her fingers and gently pushed the fabric of Felicia’s top against her nipple, hard and erect and eager to be set free. Felicia breathed in deeply, which only increased the pressure on her nipple and forced her body to release a quiet moan.

“And what happens…” Whisper said slowly. “If I take off my clothes…” she drew her fingers closer together, circling Felicia’s nipple. “And lie back on that table?” She squeezed Felicia’s breast, surrounding and pulling her nipple without actually touching it.

An image flashed through Felicia’s mind: Tulip, her freshly licked nipple pulsing with excitement, begging me to bite her.

Felicia had never dreamed of being bitten—until now. I wish Whisper would bite me, hold my nipple between her teeth, squeeze it, make me scream, make me cry.

Unaware of the Vampire’s thoughts, Whisper continued to speak. “I might touch myself. I could let you watch. I’d slide my fingers into my pussy, ever so slowly.” The Pixie suddenly released her hold on Felicia’s breast. It was an almost welcome respite from the intense stimulation, but not the kind of release that Felicia wanted.

Whisper’s finger, probably the one that she would slide into her pussy, scratched the fabric over the Vampire’s nipple. Felicia cried out and her knees buckled. If the spell hadn’t been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground.

“And what happens if I can’t come?” Whisper continued. “What if I try and try but I just can’t do it? You’re standing all the way over here, watching my fingers slide inside me, listening to me beg for someone to make me come. What would you do?”

Felicia couldn’t answer. Her body was weak, all its attention on the Pixie’s attack on her nipple. He mind was lost, all its thoughts on a Pixie, legs spread, begging for someone to lick her, begging for someone to make her come.

Begging…

Whisper leaned still closer and Felicia stared into her eyes. They’re not jut green, but emerald, flecked with strands of silver.

“And what if I don’t beg?” the Pixie asked, so quietly that Felicia had to strain to hear. “What if I can’t come but I say nothing? Will you help me?” The Pixie’s lips were almost touching Felicia’s, tickling with each word. “Will you beg? Will you beg to help me?”

I’m begging you now!

But she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“Will you?” Whisper said, almost without sound.

Felicia moved her lips. “Yes.”

Whisper pulled back enough to see Felicia’s face, her eyes filled with triumph.

“I’m begging you,” Felicia said. “Please, let me make you come!”

Whisper gave her a smile that was as naughty as any a Pixie had ever given her. More than that, any sign of timidity was gone; it was as if by breaking Felicia, forcing her to beg, she no longer had any need to be scared.

“All right then,” she said and pushed forward.

Scream

Felicia felt her body moving but not of its own accord. Her buttocks hit the edge of the table and she felt Whisper’s hands on either side of her waist. The Pixie lifted her easily, pushing her back onto the table so that she sat with her knees dangling over the edge.

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.

Whisper pushed Felicia’s legs apart, bringing a cool breeze to her exposed pussy.

“You’re so wet!” Whisper observed, stepping between her legs.

Stupidly, Felicia was surprised. I’ve been so focused on Whisper’s pussy, I forgot about my own.

Then the Pixie leaned in to kiss Felicia, pushed her lips firmly onto the Vampire's and finally put a hand on each breast to squeeze them roughly. This new Whisper was so shockingly different from the timid Pixie Felicia had first met only a few minutes ago. Aggressive and hungry, she was almost as desperate to touch and feel and lick and taste as Felicia was.

Almost.

Suddenly Felicia remembered something. “Where’s the cube?” she asked, between Pixie kisses.

Whisper glanced at the table beside them, where Felicia couldn’t look. “Right here.” Then she smiled slyly. “Do you know how to open it?”

“I know my part.”

Whisper was smiling, but then something seemed to occur to her. “How many days has it been for you?” she asked.

Another Pixie non sequitur. “Since I…” Felicia struggled to choose the right verb “…indulged? Six days.”

Whisper’s mind wandered off again. “Interesting…” was all she said.

“What is?”

“Nothing.” Whisper focused back on Felicia, her sly smile returning. “Do you mind if I try something? Before we open the cube?”

Here I thought that, despite her nervousness, she was in a hurry. “You’re not eager to open it?”

“I am, but I have an… idea.”

Felicia had an inkling of what the Pixie wanted. “Will it involve me begging?”

Whisper didn’t seem surprised at the guess. “Maybe.”

“And do I have a choice?”

Whisper giggled. “Not even a little bit,” she said and pushed Felicia back to lie on the table. She then laid herself on top of the Vampire, so that for a moment their bodies were aligned perfectly, face, breasts and pussies all touching. Whisper gave Felicia a quick but savage kiss, then slid downward to take a nipple in her mouth.

Felicia moaned. Her nipples had become almost painfully erect, and it was a delightful relief to finally have a Pixie’s mouth on one of them. She desperately wanted to arch her back and push herself harder into the Pixie

Whisper laughed, still holding Felicia’s nipple in her mouth. Then, perhaps showing some ability to read a woman’s mind, the Pixie pulled her lips over her teeth and gave the Vampire a firm but softened bite.

Felicia cried out. The Pixie’s teeth, even sheathed as they were, felt as good as anyone could have hoped.

Whisper lifted her head. “You would never do that to me, would you?” She said it such a way that Felicia couldn’t decide if the Pixie wanted to be bitten or not, or if she just liked flirting with danger.

Either way, Felicia’s body reacted with surprising strength to the idea; her fangs were growing.

Fuck. All I need now is for her to notice and get spooked.

But the Pixie didn’t notice. Her attention was elsewhere as she slid further down Felicia’s body, kissing her way, until she was placing delicate nibbles on the Vampire’s inner thigh.

Then Felicia felt fingers on her pussy lips, pulling them apart…

Felicia’s days of desperation were catching up to her. Please hurry up! she wanted to scream. Just take your tongue and fuck me now!

The Pixie’s tongue touched her. Surprisingly, Felicia’s body relaxed, even while her mind roared. Just fuck me now! Make me come!

But something was… wrong.

Whisper’s tongue traced its way through Felicia’s folds, making appreciative noises as she did so. She licked upward, almost reaching Felicia’s clit, then withdrew and started again.

But something was… different.

Felicia whimpered. It wasn’t a noise she often made. She felt an overwhelming sense of something about to happen, and couldn’t understand what it was. “Please—” she started to say, then Whisper’s tongue touched her clit.

She screamed. It was the only thing her body could do. The Pixie’s tongue was circling her clit, playing with it, teasing it.

“Make me—” she started, but Whisper’s tongue stopped her from speaking. “Please!” She tried again. “Now?”

Whisper might have laughed. Her tongue withdrew for a moment, then started to draw a circle around Felicia’s clit, dancing around it without touching.

Felicia thrusted herself forward and whether she actually moved, or Whisper relented, she couldn’t tell. Her clit touched the Pixie’s tongue.

She screamed again. The pleasure was so intense that she should have come, should have exploded with ecstasy. Instead there were tears coming from her eyes.

An image flashed through her mind. A bright, excruciatingly hot day, standing beside a cool pool of water, balanced at the edge, ready to fall in, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t fall, couldn’t feel the rush of the delightfully cold water.

“Please!” she cried out. And Whisper stopped.

The Pixie pulled herself away from Felicia’s pussy and climbed onto the table, knees on either side of Felicia’s body. “You didn’t enjoy that?” Whisper said. “Not even a little?”

Felicia’s body was still perched on the edge, ready to come, ready to fall into the blessed water. She couldn’t say anything.

Whisper seemed to take pity on her. “I thought so,” she said. “It’s been too long for you.”

“What?” Just let me fall!

“Six days,” Whisper explained. “It’s too long. You can’t come. Not until you taste a Pixie.”

Huh?

“Fortunately…” Whisper didn’t finish. She sidled forward, her destination obvious.

Felicia’s vision blurred and her eyes filled with tears. Please, let me fall.

The Pixie positioned herself over the Vampire’s face. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, glistening with desire.

“Oh, can’t forget!” Whisper reached over and picked up the cube.

Then she abruptly lowered her pussy onto Felicia’s mouth, catching the Vampire by surprise. She wasn’t being delicate or careful; she pushed her wetness onto Felicia, enveloping her nose and mouth, letting her weight rest on Felicia’s face.

Felicia felt herself beginning to drop. At last… She opened her mouth enough to let her tongue escape and taste Whisper.

Sweet. Tangy sweet.

Felicia came. Her body screamed, even though her mouth and nose were covered and could make no noise.

A moment later Whisper came. Hot nectar touched Felicia’s tongue. Impossibly sweet.

Felicia realized that her body was moving, convulsing, even as her arms reached up and grabbed the Pixie, trying to pull Whisper closer, trying to push her tongue deeper inside the Pixie’s wetness.

Her eyes weren’t open, but she could see the cube. Glowing white, the indecipherable markings glowing a brilliant green, changing shape, moving, rearranging themselves.

“And it’s that easy!” she heard Whisper exclaim.

Then the Pixie’s body shivered and expelled another drop of tart, sweet cum on Felicia’s tongue. Then her weight lessened, and was gone.

Felicia’s face felt cool. She opened her eyes.

Whisper was gone.

Felicia sat up. The motion brought a breath of air onto her skin, accentuating the cool wetness that covered her face.

Tears and Pixie cum.

On the table was a bright sphere of green light, its edges indistinct, pulsing with importance.

“She did it,” Tulip said.

Felicia looked at the other Pixie, not at all surprised to see her. “That’s it?”

“That’s the door,” Tulip confirmed, unable to stop staring at it. “We can use it now.”

“And Whisper?”

“She’s there.” Tulip pointed at the sphere. “She’s holding the door open. She’s the Key.”

“And…” Felicia searched for the proper way to ask. “She’ll be back?”

“Of course! When we’re done with the door.”

Relief washed over Felicia. She had not expected to lose Whisper so suddenly.

“And when she comes back,” Tulip said. “We should see if we can make her scream as loudly as you did.”

“Yes,” Felicia said. “She deserves at least that much.”

~ End of Episode Four ~

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