Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Gladys Stoatpamphlet

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2008 }

The snow fairy drifted down between the snowflakes. She danced amidst the storm wild and free. Her exquisite form was near invisible to mortal eyes, being mostly transparent with white accentuations against a starless sky. She was more spirit than matter, more dream than snow. The biting cold wind lashed across her naked body deliciously. Her white tipped translucent breasts stood out hard against the winter wind enjoying its caress. Her slim body was naked and perfect and her butterfly wings of frost stretched out into the night to merge with the swirling whiteness. Even she did not truly know where the storm ended and she began, nor did she care. Her thoughts were much more carnal in nature. She flit about in the air grabbing the occasional flake which she pressed between her legs. The cold of the snow woke her center of pleasure and while it lasted it was as if she held a star of bliss in her hands. But no snowflake could last for very long and she constantly sought more and better sensations. She was driven by her nature and in her nature she found her delight.

Like most fairies her hunger for pleasure was matched by an insatiable curiosity. Flitting about on the night airs she finally saw the lone cabin. It was set into a hill halfway down its Eastern face. The hill protected it from the worst of the wind and storm and a soft amber glow came leaked from the cracks in its shutters. There was something else about it that drew her, some resonance of power. She circled slowly down. Her clit ached with freezing cold bliss and her nipples cut the cold night air as she descended.

When she got close to the cabin she perceived the power that rested on top of it. There was an ice elemental curled about the eaves and draped across the edges of the roof. A cold power radiated from the clinging ice. Circling in low she looked for its head. In and among the icicles she flitted until one hissed at her in the silent language of her kind. There in a long thick icicle she saw the ice nymph. Her long serpentine body of ice was draped along the edges of the roof, intertwined with the icicles she inhabited. In the large icicle in front of the fairy the nymph’s head and torso resided. Her pale blue features would be almost impossible to discern from the ice itself with mortal eyes, but to the fairy she was plainly visible. Not to mention extremely sexy. Her hair was ice white and her face was formed in imitation of the Goddess of Winter, making her surpassingly beautiful. She winked seductively at the fairy and licked her lips with her snake-like tongue.

The fairy zipped across the winter air and wrapped her legs around the icicle, grinding her needy sex into the ice. So great was her desire that the icicle began to melt where she touched it. The nymph responded with her own passion and slipped her hand through the melt water by the fairy’s nether lips and then past them, shoving her icy fingers deep into the snow fairy’s ethereal quim. The cold power of the nymph sent pleasure echoing through the fairy’s form, and the night sky responded with a flurry of white flakes. Her head dipped into the ice, passing through its solid surface with no more difficulty than a mortal would feel slipping into bathwater. The nymph sought out the fairy’s lips and they came together in a hungry kiss. Their nipples crushed together, their tongues entered each other’s mouths, and the nymph slid her full hand into her new lover. The fairy quivered in ecstasy and pushed down, driving the nymph’s hand and arm deep within her. Delighted in her children’s lust the Goddess smiled, Wind howled his encouragement, and Night paused to watch. The temperature dropped quickly.

Then, just as the two elemental spirits were about to begin a truly momentous winter fuck something strange occurred. The sound of a small bell rang out and in its voice there was a power that pulled at the awareness of both nymph and fairy. They paused. There was a scent in the wind that spoke to them of Life and power, and a silence within the wind they could not ignore. “What is that?” asked the fairy.

“I do not know,” replied the nymph. “But it drew me here just as the sun was setting. There is some power in this place, something within this tiny house that is of Life’s kingdom but knows the ways of Shadow too.”

“Should we go look?” asked the fairy as she gripped her new lover’s hand deep within her.

“I was afraid to go alone,” said the nymph. She wiggled her fingers inside the fairy and nipped at her nipples. “But I will go if you go with me.”

“Ooohhhhh, that’s nice,” the fairy sighed. Her new lover was so strong and powerful, so beautiful and cold. She knew this nymph could fuck her until her wings fell off and she yearned for such brutal ecstasy. But the silence left in her mind by the bell echoed on and would give her no peace. “How, aahhhhh, how would we get inside?”

The nymph chuckled. “Almost as easy as it was to get inside you my slutty little fairy.” She sucked hard at the little fairy’s tit, eliciting more gasps of pleasure. “Look below, the window is ajar.”

They both craned their heads downwards. Just as the nymph had claimed there was a window, an actual glass paned window, and it was open at the bottom. Only an inch or two of space existed but to the two semi-material girls it may as well have been a chasm. They exchanged a look of shared curiosity and need. They kissed while the nymph slid her hand out of the fairy and purred together as the nymph wiped the fairy’s wetness all over both their skins, coating them both in a frost of sex. Reluctantly the fairy pulled free of the ice nymph’s embrace and detached herself from her icy lover. She drifted down upon the air and landed on the window’s ledge. There she perched, tucked into the corner while she waited. Down her lover slithered, extending down along her long icy tail. The fairy watched her move in awe and lust. The nymph was neither snake nor glacier but her nature bespoke of both and the strength with which she pushed the world aside and froze everything that came in her path caused the fairy to ache with desire for her. Flowing down the window frame the nymph drew herself down to her lover’s side. She saw the look of hopeless lust on the fairy’s face and smiled wickedly. Upside down she preened herself, arching her back and letting her snow-frost hair hang low. She turned to best display the body she had crafted, her full firm breasts and rigid nipples, her smooth waist and full sweeping hips that gave way to a mouthwatering heart-shaped bottom. Between the cheeks of that bottom the fairy knew there was a set of sweet holes she could completely lose herself in. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out in unconscious need. Oh how delicious it would be to dig into the nymphs subzero depths! She knew it would be something of a challenge to get there, after all the nymph was much more powerful than she was and would probably not let her have a taste until she herself had first fed, and there was a small complication in that the nymph could not spread her legs. She didn’t have any. Her legs vanished at the top of her thighs blending into a long frozen tail of ice that extended up to and encircled the roof. Every icicle on the roof was a part of her, and possibly much more beyond that. Her tail probably extended all the way to the nearest lake.

The nymph gazed at the tasty fairy through half lowered lids and said, “After we find this damn bell I’m going to consume you utterly. Your pussy is mine child. I’m going to drag you back to my lake by your tits and freeze you from the inside out.”

Unthinkingly the fairy took a step towards her. “Yes,” she panted. “Use me as you like Cold Mistress. Only, let me taste your Arctic cunt as you consume me.”

The nymph reached out seized the fairy’s tit in a tight grip. “Taste it? Foolish little fairy, once I press you within my tail I will draw your face to my pussy and your lips will never leave my frozen clit. Never. All that will be left of you will be two little wings of snow sticking up out of my ice.”

“Oooohhhhhh, Mistress,” the fairy sighed in passion. “Oh yes Mistress. Yes, please. Please …” But whatever she was going to say next was cut off as the crystalline sound of the bell rippled out into the world again. Here, on the window’s ledge, its voice was much stronger, and both of them forgot what they were saying as it swept their thoughts aside, briefly filled them with its metallic perfection, then faded into nothingness.

They clung to each other in the silence of its passage. Together they strained to look within the room but of course they could not see past the veil of glass. To them it was like trying to look through a rushing river to see the ground beneath. Steeling herself the nymph said, “Are you ready then little one?”

The fairy pressed herself back against the nymph. She pushed her tiny bum into her lover’s tummy and leaned back into her thrusting tits. Reaching back she wrapped her arms about the nymph’s neck and her legs around her icy tail. Her wings folded around the nymph like a cocoon. Her head fell back and she looked up at her lover’s face in adoration. “Anywhere with you Mistress.”

“You are brave, little fairy.” Her arms encircled the clinging sprite, one hand taking hold of a small pointed tit and the other sliding down to slip a finger into the fairy’s hungry wetness. “Come then little one, we will go together.” And with that they dove through the window’s gap.

On the inside window sill they froze in fear. There was Fire in this room. Not in the hearth, thank the Goddess, the logs there were black and cold, although they echoed with the memory of burning. But above that, on the mantle, there were three candles. Each was lit. Each held a tiny flame of gold at its top, a single finger of light and heat each of which contained the infinite potential and limitless hunger of Fire. “Mistress…” the fairy whined in a fearful voice.

But suddenly the nymph laughed. “Look you sister, the flame is bound! This Fire is no threat to us.” And indeed it was true. The three flames stood perfectly still without flickering or swaying. The voices of the flames were silent, their hunger muted. They barely breathed.

Seeing this the fairy too laughed. “Oh Mistress, how wonderful! Let’s fornicate in their light and mock them.”

“Hold precious. We are not alone. There are humans here.”

True enough there were two humans in the room. Sitting on the floor before the cold hearth, draped in a heavy fur, was a woman and a girl. Aside from the fur they were properly naked, a fact the fairy noted with approval. She also noted their kinship. She could smell the ties of blood that bound the two mortals together. The little one was obviously the child of the bigger one. Such a curious thing, the fairy thought as she pondered the mystery of human reproduction. But her musings were quickly forgotten as she caught the heady scent of sex. Rich, hot, humid, dripping mortal cunt was in this room. It’s scent washed over the snow fairy like a drug. Were it not for her lover’s grasp she would have flung herself across the room towards it.

“W… wait, wait little one. All is not right here.”

“Mistressssss!” whined the fairy. “Can you not smell them?” She inhaled deeply. “Oh, Goddess of Winter I can smell them both.” She scented the air like a dog. “Mmmmmmnnn, yes. That rich heavy scent must be the mother’s. Oh what a wonderful aroma! And that sharp scent must be the child’s. *sniff* Ah, such sweet dew! Can we not bathe in it?”

The nymph too was drawing the pussy laden air into her center. “Yessssssss,” she hissed. “It is lovely.” She trembled slightly. “But where is the bell? Where is the metal voice that called us here?”

Just then the woman drew back the fur, uncovering herself and the child. The smell of human pussy became much stronger, and both the fairy and the nymph groaned in desire. Both humans were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Both were aroused, their human cunts wet and aroused. Clearly they had been having sex together. The nymph knew that that might mean these humans followed the ways of the Goddess. The mortals opened their legs in clear invitation.

“Come then sweetling, let us get a little closer,” The nymph said. Together they slid down the wall, the fairy still wrapped about her lover. Like a snake of ice they moved across the room until they were but mere feet from the two mortals. The older woman leaned against the wall, her long lustrous black hair spilling down her back like a waterfall of night, her blue eyes twin stars in the darkness. Her lips were full and red, her skin as white as snow, her breasts rounded and heavy. Only her left tit was visible to their eyes, the other being covered by the little girl, but the nipple they could see was hardened, its aureole crinkled, clearly showing her arousal. The little girl sat between her legs but slightly off to the side. Thus the woman’s cunt was mostly obscured but what could be seen showed no signs of hair, confirming the nymph’s opinion that this woman was a devotee of the Goddess.

The little girl was practically her mother’s twin although much younger. The same hair and eyes, the same pale skin, the same sweet scent, all of it indicating that she was likely the product of incest. Both the fairy and the nymph could tell this on sight and by smell and it stirred their arousal to even greater heights. Incest they knew was taboo among most mortals, yet considered sacred by the Queens of Shadow. The girl was quite young, perhaps in her sixth year of Life, certainly not past her seventh. Her legs were spread wide and her small hairless child’s quim was displayed like an offering. By her left ankle there rested a tiny silver bell etched with signs and hexagrams. Both of the immortals studied the bell carefully, but then forgot about it as the woman reached down and with her fingers opened up her daughter’s little pussy. Inside it was rosy pink and very very moist. Clearly the girl had had an orgasm recently. As they watched the woman dipped her finger into the child and fingered her gently, causing her to sigh softly. Then she pulled her finger free and flicked it so that droplets of juice flew at the two visitors. The bouquet of human pussy wafted over the two tiny elementals causing them to tremble with desire. The nymph seized her lover’s nipples so hard that the fairy almost erupted in orgasm. The little girl’s creamy scent was pure. This close there could be no doubt.

“Sssssissssteerrrrrrrr,” the nymph hissed, her serpent like nature coming to the fore in her swelling lust. “The child is a virgin! She is an offering. A gift to the Goddess of Winter.”

“What?” the fairy asked in a haze of desire. She was humping her slick pussy up and down her lover’s icy thigh. “Virgin?” She eyed the little girl quizzically. “Is she ugly to mortal eyes?”

“No, of course not. She is as lovely to them as she is to us. Lovely and sweet, a priceless little joy.”

“I thought so. I have not met many mortals but never have I met one as beautiful as her. How then is it that she remains a maiden? Why has no mortal yet plundered her?”

“It is against their laws sister. A mortal man or woman who was found violating such a young child would be hung in any kingdom North of the Sleeping Desert.” Sensing the fairy’s lack of comprehension she explained. “When a mortal is hung they have a rope placed about their neck and tightened until they are destroyed. It means killed sister. A mortal risks death having a child such as her.”

The fairy shivered at the very thought. “Speak not of the Hidden One my sweet Mistress.”

“Silly fairy, death is not for such as we. But don’t you understand? This woman is a follower of the ancient ways. She has brought this child here to offer her to us. Her virginity is to be sacrificed to the Goddess of Winter, with you and I the twin knives of Air and Water.” The nymph growled in consuming lust and slid her hand down the fairy’s belly to her brimming cunt where she slid four of her fingers deep inside. “We will fuck this child! We will dive within her and open the passage of Life’s River and she will be Winter’s child forever more!”

“Yeeessssssssssss,” the fairy sighed. “But, but then what Adored Mistress? How will we carry this offering to the Goddess?”

“We must dive deep little one. Deeper than my fingers are in you now. To the center we must go, into the little girl’s womb where Life’s River has made a fountain. From there we may slip under Time and emerge at the throne of the Goddess, covered in the blood and nectar of this mortal girl. There the Divine Queen will open her mouth, allowing us to climb within so that we may bathe on her tongue, thus consuming the essence of this little girl, bound to her while Life remains. Thus it was done in days long past when mortals knelt before the alter of our Goddess.”

The fairy continued to twist and writhe in ecstasy while pressed against her lover. She squeezed her cunt around the fingers within her. “Ah Mistress, fuck me! Stretch me wide open and fuck my depths! Open me as we will open this girl, let her see what we intend. I … I do not understand all that you describe, but I will do anything you say.” She gazed once again on the spread pussy of the little girl. “To plunge deep within that inviting cunt I require no convincing.”

The woman behind the girl slowly eased herself out from behind her child letting the fur she wore slide away to the floor where it lay crumpled between her and the little silver bell. She then laid the girl flat upon the floor and climbed on top of her. She straddled the tiny girl with her womanly body, spreading her legs wide and settling her dripping cunt down upon the child’s face. Wet lapping sounds of a hungry mouth filled the room as the little girl sucked and feasted on her mother’s sopping wet cunt. Then, bending low so that her heavy tits hung down, nipples brushing across her daughter’s hips, she grabbed the girl’s thighs and pulled her legs wide apart. Her hands slid up the girl’s pale tender thighs to her tiny slit where her fingers once again flared open the child’s tender lips, displaying her sweet pink interior. Then she sat back, pinning her daughter beneath her weight, her cunt holding the girl’s head to the floor, and uttered a word.

The word she spoke was the name of the Winter Goddess rendered into human tongue. The sound of it electrified the fairy and the nymph. They jumped as if slapped, then with a sudden growl of passion leaped forward and plunged into the pink meat of the child’s cunt. The little girl screamed into her mother’s wet hole but the woman only bore down harder keeping her daughter in place. The nymph never slowed down. In she pushed, into the hot wet tightness of the girl’s little pussy. She shoved the fairy before her. Head first the fairy plunged inside the girl followed by the icy river of the nymph. The girl kicked and thrashed as the fairy’s legs disappeared into her tender body, as the nymph pushed past her lips making the wet juices of her tiny hole flash to frost.

It was wet, and tight, and dark, and unbearably warm inside the child, as well as indescribably sweet. But the darkness did not affect the two elementals and the tightness and the heat were no match for the nymph’s cold power. The fairy crouched within, pressed up against the girl’s hymen. The nymph shouted a silent command and the fairy knelt and tried to extend her wings in the tight space. They folded over, laying over her shoulders and pressed into the fleshy barrier. The nymph pulled her lover to her by the fingers still embedded within her and placed a deep probing kiss upon the fairy’s tiniest hole. The little fairy spasmed as ecstasy and power poured through her. Her wings snapped rigid as the coldness filled them and they slashed through the child’s maidenhead like razors. Lunging forward the two spirits surged deep into the child’s birth canal.

They were met by the unfettered power of Life’s River. The surging current of the girl’s life force washed over them like a river of lava. The fairy’s wings melted under the onslaught, and if not for the cold strength of the serpentine nymph she too would have been lost. Far more than anything either of them had expected, they endured the onslaught of the child’s life force. Then, unexpectedly, there came a change. From outside the girl’s body they heard the silver bell. As before its note filled them with its clear voice, but here, within the heaving current of Life’s River, it did far more. The sound of the bell established a harmony between the Life of the girl and the elemental power of the nymph and fairy. Suddenly the competing powers of Life and Winter attained a symmetry where all antagonisms vanished. The hot flow of the girl’s juices now filled the two of them with strength even as the girl’s pain vanished in a virtual explosion of ecstatic power. Screaming their silent joy the two elemental spirits plunged forward, now strengthened rather than hindered by the girl’s surging life force. They passed through her cervix effortlessly, without disruption, no more than a mist, and plunged into the girl’s womb. In there the fountaining Life of the girl vaporized their physical remains even as they slipped under Time and blazed like a shooting star towards the eternal throne of the Goddess.

Back in the little cottage Ba-Shelle-Meja bucked and heaved, her face pinned beneath the soft wet meat of her mother’s gushing cunt, as an orgasm unlike any she had ever felt before roared through her. The pain at first had been terrible. The cold penetration of the winter elementals they had summoned had been like being raped with an icicle. But when the bell rang for the final time her pain had vanished, just as her mother had promised. Suddenly she could feel the winter power plugged into her tiny hole and it was like being made love to by a lightning bolt of pure pleasure. She had screamed into the wet softness above her, screamed in rapture as her orgasm was magnified by sheer elemental power. The little silver bell rang in harmony with her until its note escalated into a metallic shriek before shattering in a convulsive burst, spraying shards of hot metal across the room. They were protected by the heavy fur her mother, the Witch Ash-Shelle-Lia, had placed between them and it.

As the bell shattered so too did the trail of ice that ended at Bashie’s little cunt. Asha had struggled to keep the girl’s hips in place as she was so savagely penetrated by the long icicle that extended from her to the wall, then up to the window and the roof and from there to the small lake more than a mile away. It was important that the girl not break contact with the power they sought to harness. Asha was aware of Bashie’s pain, but such an act always caused pain. More importantly, her daughter would have far more to show from her pain then the satisfaction of some man. When the spell reached its crescendo the spirits of nymph and fairy had escaped from Time, but the power they bore remained and was bound to the girl. The binding of the bell had transferred to her daughter when the frail metal could no longer hold it. The spell had fused their power into the life force of Ba-Shelle-Meja. When that happened the long trail of ice had shattered, the icicles on the roof of the cottage had all come raining down, and far away the ice that covered the small lake had split down the middle.

Ash-Shelle-Lia enjoyed a small orgasm on her child’s thrashing face while she watched the spell complete. She had made love to her daughter for hours, immersing her in pleasure, making her cum again and again, priming her for this moment. All the while she had sent out their Summons, calling winter powers to their door. She had felt the ice nymph gather about their little cottage. She had been even more delighted when the snow fairy had also been drawn into her web. It was fitting that the agency by which her daughter would be initiated into the ways of power be a pair of sapphic spirits. Really she couldn’t have asked for better. And the nymph had been strong. Very strong. The change in Bashie was obvious to her trained senses. Even as the girl’s orgasm waned there was a silent thunder of power seeping out of her tender flesh.

Asha smiled in satisfaction and bent down. Her dark hair fell about them as she covered Bashie’s tender little cunt with her mouth. Gently she sucked, drinking the melt water, blood, and orgasmic juices from her child’s no-longer-virgin cunt. She purred in lust as she thought of the pleasures yet to be had. Now she could really fuck her little girl. Fuck her the way she had always wanted. It had been so hard to wait so long, but it would all be worth it. Bashie twitched underneath her as she sucked, finally collapsing into an exhausted heap.

Asha rolled off to the side. She pulled the heavy fur over Bashie to cover her then stood up. With a word she snapped the binding on the fire and the three flames on the candles were sucked back through the moments and into the hearth, which once again burned with a merry fire. There was no longer any need to keep the fire bound. Her nipples stood rigid in the cold as she walked naked to the window and sealed it shut.

“Mummy,” Bashie said weakly from under the fur.

“I’m here baby. Just closing the window. Bloody cold in here.”

“Mmm, doesn’t feel cold to me,” the girl said in a sleepy voice.

“No baby. I don’t imagine it does. In fact, I doubt you will ever feel cold again.”

“Mmmmm. I feel sooooooo gooooooood Mummy.” The little girl stretched and pushed the heavy fur aside. She stretched out naked on the floor. Asha gazed at her silently, drinking in her daughter’s sweet little body. “That was amazing,” Bashie said languidly. “It really hurt at first, but then it was soooo good.” She shivered in pure sensual pleasure. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”

“No, probably not,” Asha said. Even after all the sex they had had together leading up to the spell she still found herself growing aroused looking at her daughter. She was almost seven now and Asha’s mind was filled with a thousand wicked fantasies starring her child. She smiled inwardly. She was just like her mother had been with her. “That was more then just a regular orgasm my pet.”

“Mmmmm,” Bashie purred. “Yeah, that was magic.”

“Yes, it was.” Asha smiled. “How are you feeling now?”

“Great,” the six year-old said. She spread her legs wide and reached down to touch and examine her pussy. “My pussy feels okay too.” She pushed her two fingers in deep. “It’s not even sore. And it feels bigger now.” Looking up at her mother she grinned and said, “Guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Asha swept across the room and knelt between Bashie’s legs. “Show me baby. Show your mother your big girl pussy.”

Bashie smiled and reached down with her other hand. She slipped a finger from each hand inside her little tube and pulled her cunny wide open. “Look Mummy, I can open up like you do.” Asha cooed in delight and reached out with her right hand to slide a long finger deep into her child’s little cunt. Bashie moaned in pleasure as her mother caressed a little spot inside her. “Ooohhhhhhhh, Mummmmmyyyy. What’s that?”

Asha grinned wickedly. “That’s what it feels like to no longer be a virgin baby girl. Now I get to have fun with all of your little pink hole.”

“Ooooohhhh, yes!” Bashie flung her hands back over her head and stretched her legs as wide as they would go, which was very far indeed. “Do whatever you want Mummy.”

Asha chuckled. “Mmmm, oh yes? Whatever I want you say?” She pulled her finger most of the way out then added a second digit. With a firm thrust she shoved both fingers deep making Bashie grunt. “Well, what I want it to use my daughter like a whore. I’m going to open up your little pussy the same way I opened your sweet little asshole baby girl.”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, Mothhhhhheeeeeerrrrrrrrr,” Bashie sighed. She thrust her little hips into the air meeting Asha’s strokes.

Asha growled in lust and lunged forward covering the girl. Her heavy tits pressed into Bashie as she sought out the girl’s mouth, captured it with hers, and kissed her deeply. Bashie moaned into her mother’s mouth and sucked at her playful tongue, all the while she kept thrusting her hips up to welcome Asha’s plunging fingers. Asha felt the power rise up in her little girl, felt the elemental force she now contained respond to her lust and begin to express itself in conformity to the child’s will. Juices gushed out of Bashies tiny cunny, far more than a child her age would normally produce, as the magic tuned to her pleasure.

Asha slowed down her thrusts and eased her baby into a warm pleasurable glow. There was no rush, they had all night. She freed her mouth and kissed Bashie’s nose, then her cheeks, then her forehead, raining kisses down all over her pretty face. Bashie giggled and purred, then moaned as Asha’s heavy tit slid up to rest its swollen nipple against her lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly sucked the pale fruit of her mother’s breast into her mouth. She suckled like a baby as Asha probed her newly opened depths.

“Mmmmm, baby. You are so good at that,” Asha sighed. “Let us play for a while longer, but then we must get some sleep. Tomorrow we leave this place and travel South.”

“Where will we go next Momma?” Bashie asked around the tit in her mouth.

Asha pressed her breast deeper into Bashie’s mouth and stirred her little pussy. “We’ll head back to the pass, then follow the river to Hollings where we will book passage to Mennacore.” She smiled at the wide eyed look Bashie gave her. “That’s right, jewel of my heart, it’s time for you to see a city with your own eyes.” She slid into a conspiratorial whisper. “The rumor I hear is that the king of Mennacore has a spirited daughter who is perhaps too fond of the company of women, who keeps her maid with her at all times, and whose chamber girls smile more than is discrete. Also, it is said that she is fascinated with the occult.” Bashie was smiling with her eyes now and she flicked her mother’s nipple deliciously with her tongue. Asha purred in bliss then drew her fingers from Bashie’s sucking quim. Staring into her daughter’s eyes she brought her fingers to her lips. Slowly and sensuously she slid one finger into her mouth, her eyes fluttering in pleasure as Bashie’s sweet taste once again filled her mouth. Then she reached over to her other breast and basted the nipple with the cream her remaining finger had collected before exchanging it with the one Bashie was sucking. Bashie made little happy sounds as she sucked her own cream off her mother’s other tit while Asha basked in the glow of pleasure her daughter’s mouth was giving her. “I think my sweet, that we could live in comfort for a while, and perhaps turn a princess into our rutting slut. What do you say to that?”

Bashie released her mother’s tit with a wet pop. “Is she very pretty mother?”

“They say she is as pretty as sunrise my sweet. With golden hair and eyes as green as jade, fair of face and smooth limbed. Sixteen summers she is and has not yet been promised to another. Her father indulges her they say, and allows her great freedom.”

“Do you think he knows she likes pussy?” Bashie asked.

Asha laughed. “Who can say my child. Perhaps he does. Some kings would see that as a good way to protect against siring royal bastards. We’ll just have to see for ourselves. Perhaps he finds her dalliances a source of excitement. Many men would.”

“What will we do about him then Mummy?”

“Well, no sense seducing only the child baby girl.” She caressed Bashie’s wet pussy. “I think it would be quite a treat to lick a king’s seed from your little hole.”

“Mmmmmmm, oh yes Mother. That would be grand! Let me fuck him Mummy. A king for my first man!”

“Yes baby. And a princess for dessert.”

Bashie squirmed in pleasure under her mother’s caress. “Does a king’s sperm taste better than a normal man’s Mother? And is the pussy of a princess sweeter?”

Asha chuckled. “I do not think so as a rule my darling. But we shall see. Perhaps we will find we have a taste for royal meat. Although, I cannot imagine not liking the taste of a pretty young princess.”

“Mmmm, I bet she tastes like wine with honey,” Bashie said. She reached down and grabbed her Asha’s wrist and pulled it tighter against her newly opened hole. “Aaaahhhh, deeper Mummy. It feels nice when you go all the way in now.”

Asha thrust her fingers deep and wiggled them around, causing young Bashie to gasp and tremble. Asha smiled adoringly at her child as she molested her. “Would you like something bigger Bashie?” she asked.

Little eyes fluttered open. “Bigger, Mummy?”

Asha slid her fingers free and stood up. She sucked the cream from her fingers as she walked over to the side of the one room cottage where a satchel lay against a wall. Rummaging through it she pulled out a curious object. It was a long tusk of ivory carved in the shape of a double ended phallus. The artwork of it was very detailed, from the flaring mushroom tips to the carved veins that ran its length. It was as long as Asha’s forearm from wrist to elbow and as she wrapped her hand around the shaft her thumb and middle finger only just touched. Turning back to Bashie Asha held the object out and asked, “Fancy a real fuck darling?”

Bashie’s eyes widened. “That will never fit in me,” she said.

“Hmm, not all of it,” Asha said while rubbing one smooth ivory tip against her swollen nipple. “Not yet anyways. But let’s see what you can take.”

With a lascivious leer Asha advanced on her naked daughter. Bashie gulped nervously but obediently spread her legs. The fire flickered and danced in the hearth whispering in its hidden language to the darkness of night. Outside the wind made the snowflakes spin and dance as winter covered the world in its white blanket. In the eternal halls of Night the Goddess sighed in bliss as two insatiable spirits writhed about in sapphic passion on her tongue. She smiled her blessing upon the world as she tasted the virginity of Ba-Shell-Meja.

And all was right with the world.