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Author's Note: This is some really derivative stuff I'm writing right now, trying to make the words cooperate with my intent. I'm trying to make it sexy in an interesting way, but I don't know how it's going to turn out. So... read at your own risk, I guess. - - - - - - - - - - - The morning Lara left, the sky was the color of old bruises with grey clouds bleeding into the pale promise of dawn. She'd buried her mother beneath the crooked oak three weeks past, and the last of the goats had died two days ago, its body slick with the same black-veined sickness that had taken the rest. Nothing held her to the farm now but ghosts.

Lara woke to soft grey morning light and the feel of fingers idly sliding through her hair. She stretched and found her body changed in a way that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the night before. She felt loose, limber, awake in every limb, and when she opened her eyes to find four pairs of black ones watching her with fond, proprietary amusement, she didn't flinch or reach to cover herself. She only smiled. "Good morning," Ysolde said with a smile. "Our half-blood, properly bloomed. How do you feel?" "Like myself," Lara said, and was surprised to find it the simple truth. "Finally." Ysolde's smile sharp

When Ysolde crossed the last layer, Lara's whole world went white at the edges. It began as slowly as everything before it with a single fingertip, tracing the heat of her with the same maddening patience, learning the shape of her need before answering it. Lara's breath hitched and held. She'd touched herself before, alone in the dark, hurried and ashamed, always racing to finish before the guilt could catch her. This was nothing like that. This was unhurried. This was someone taking the time to know her, drawing slow lines through the slick heat of her, mapping every place that made her gasp and filing each one carefully away. Oh!

The first lace gave way, then the second, and the dark-haired fairy looked up over Lara's shoulder and gave the smallest nod. That was all it took. The other three moved and suddenly Lara was surrounded, a warmth on every side, luminous skin and the soft flutter of wings, hands settling on her all at once. She gasped at the sheer overwhelm of it, the impossibility of tracking so many sensations at once, and gave up trying. She simply let it wash over her. A pair of hands found the loosened chemise at her shoulders and drew it down, baring her by slow degrees while another pair smoothed up the length of her spine, fingertips counting eac

Lara melted, not because the magic made her, she understood that now, in the warm golden clarity blooming through her body. The fae hadn't taken anything from her. They'd given something back. The door they'd opened only led to a room that had always been hers, locked away by a lifetime of cold nights and her mother's careful silences, and standing on the threshold of it now, breathless and flushed and wanting, Lara made her choice with both eyes open. She turned her cheek into the dark-haired fairy's palm and pressed a kiss to the center of it. "Show me," she whispered. "All of it. I'm ready." The fairy's grin softened into somethi

Lara was insatiably curious. Could it be true? Was she part fae? She knew fairies were tricksters, knew they took more than they gave, and what they gave was never what you thought you were getting, but... She spoke before thinking, words spinning directly out into the world. "What will it… feel like? What will it do to me?" She was breathless and excited, hopeful but frightened. She remembered all the stories of fairies... but still... The fairy's black eyes softened, and her voice dropped to something almost tender... almost... as the golden light hovered warm against Lara's throat. "What will it feel like?" she echoed, and the ot

hi all! i made my profile a while ago but due to my brain and its various problems only got around to filling it out just now. anyway, i suppose i should introduce myself! you can call me bittersweet, or any cute nickname you come up with based on that, or anything you want if you're a pretty girl... i'm a transgender girlthing of 22 and a lesbian! this means that i am not in fact interested in any sorts of advances from men on here!!! please respect my boundaries. that being said, being new and all, i'd love to get some messages and to make some friends here! establish a presence, you know... soo, if you think this introduction has