Three Burning Red Runaway Brides

by Kevin James Breaux

  Dunyasha stayed silent, her face devoid of emotion.

  “Seriously, Duny, was Skipper in any real danger tonight? No, not with you there at her side.”

  “I was not at her side.”

  “You know what I mean.” Sabrina crossed her arms. “We are running out of time, I agree. But Cade was always meant to be the final test, a trial by fire. Don’t you remember the plan?”

  “I do not forget,” Dunyasha said. “Trick him. Anger him.”

  “Fuck or fight him,” Sabrina finished. “The final test. And what did you call it? Pulling the tiger by the tail?”

  “The mouse teasing the cat.”

  “Exactly.” Sabrina drew a deep breath and pushed out her chest. “Go tell Skipper to get ready. She leaves for the desert and those damn, dirty caves of yours in the morning.”

  “When this test is done, we shall have more words.”

  “If Skipper can pass this test, you can have all the words you want, Duny.”

  Autoerotic

  Sabrina heard the door to her bedchamber open. She had not expected a visitor but had gone to bed fantasizing about one.

  “Who’s there?” she called out to the shadowy outline of a woman in the dark room.

  Sabrina heard her own voice reply. “It’s me…or should I say, it’s you.”

  “Skipper.”

  Skipper sighed. “Just once, could you call me by my name?”

  “Give me good reason to and I might,” Sabrina replied snidely.

  Skipper unfurled her wings and fluttered them, filling the room, if only for the briefest moment, with hundreds of burning lights.

  “Fireflies?” Sabrina laughed. “Who taught you that trick?”

  “Oh, that’s something I learned a long time ago.”

  Sabrina could see her copycat now. She was wearing a sheer nightgown just like the one Sabrina herself had on. The shimmer of the pink fabric was highlighted by the glow of Skipper’s wings and the hard points of her nipples.

  “I see you’ve been raiding my closet again.”

  “You mean my closet,” Skipper replied in her best Sabrina voice.

  “Yeah…”

  As Skipper stepped closer, Sabrina could see she was straining and guessed as to why. Her wings pulsated in the most minute way; only someone with a trained eye would even notice. Trying to push your wings out to the fullest, huh?

  Sabrina gave her credit for the effort—Skipper was doing her best, and her wings were large, larger than most fairies—but they were nothing in comparison to Sabrina’s own.

  Why would she wake me up, come into my bedroom, only to essentially flex her muscles at me? This makes no sense.

  With a pop and flash of multicolored light, Sabrina unfurled her own wings. She kept them cool, so as not to burn her clothing or bedding, and relegated them to Skipper’s size…at first. “You trying to impress me, Skipper?”

  Skipper ignited her wings. “Yes, I am.”

  The heat from her wings instantly warmed the room. Sabrina released a soft moan; it felt good.

  “The Fire Kingdom’s ability to set their own wings aflame has always excited me.” Sabrina continued to tease as she knelt on her bed. “I guess I am impressed.”

  “I showed you mine,” Skipper replied. “Show me yours.”

  Sabrina took the challenge and grew her wings larger, nearly to their full size. As she did, she watched the surprise in Skipper’s eyes.

  Sabrina’s wings painted the walls and ceiling behind her as they wrapped nearly halfway around the entire room. They were massive, and this was the first time Sabrina had fully unleashed them in front of anyone. In some ways, she was embarrassed by how big they had become; on the other hand, she did not want to scare anyone.

  “By the gods,” Skipper gasped. “What is that…a twenty-foot wingspan?”

  “Twenty-five…maybe more.”

  “You really are a queen now.”

  Sabrina stood up on her bed, her wings bending as they pressed into the ceiling. “I feel like Godzilla.”

  “With all these moths running away, screaming, as you float above them.”

  Sabrina smiled.

  “Your wings are kinda scary. I’m not gonna lie.”

  Sabrina drew them in and kept them to a more normal eight-foot wingspan size.

  “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

  “Me? No. I said they are scary. I didn’t say they scared me. In fact…” Skipper reached down between her legs and pressed the thin nightgown into her folds. “They kinda turned me on.” She looked Sabrina in the eyes. “I’m wet.”

  “Skipper…”

  Skipper climbed onto the corner of Sabrina’s bed. She dampened her wings but kept them out and aglow like Sabrina’s.

  “What do you want?” Sabrina asked as she knelt at the center of the bed.

  “You’ve told me, on multiple occasions, that all of your lovers were cold,” Skipper explained as she mirrored Sabrina’s position on the bed. “I’m the opposite of cold.”

  Sabrina shivered, but not from the temperature—she was rapidly filling with adrenaline and lust. I can’t do this…or can I? I-I’ve done worse.

  “What do you want, Skipper? Why are you here?”

  “I want the same thing you want, Sabrina,” Skipper said, pulling one strap of Sabrina’s nightgown down.

  Skipper’s fingers felt like tiny lit matches. Sabrina could only dream how good her entire body, pressed against hers, might feel. “And how do you know what I want?”

  Skipper gave her a cross look. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.” Sabrina cocked her head. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I know what you want because I want it to. Like you, I want to fuck. I want to come.”

  Sabrina recoiled; the foul language was so brash. Is that how I sound? Gross.

  “You’re sending me to confront Cade tomorrow. After tonight, after seeing how easily the Tainted can appear out of nowhere and simply destroy, annihilate, things… I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little afraid I could be killed.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Sabrina said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Anyway, I know you better than that. You’re not afraid to die.”

  “Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I am now.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Skipper peeled the other side of Sabrina’s nightgown down—the only thing that held the gown up was Sabrina’s hardened nipples. “I don’t want to spend the night alone.”

  “Then go ask Dunyasha to tell you a bedtime story.”

  “She’s gone.”

  Sabrina was intrigued. “Where did she go?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe she needs to feed.”

  “You’re probably right.”

  “Maybe she hungers…” Skipper sighed. “Maybe we all do.” She pulsed her wings. The heat from them incinerated her nightgown right off her chest. Ash floated a moment, before being forced down by the fluttering of both their wings.

  Sabrina gazed at her sheets, now decorated with specks of grey and black, and then back up at Skipper, her skin as perfect and smooth as Sabrina’s own.

  “Now you,” Skipper said as she tugged at Sabrina’s gown until both of her breasts were fully exposed. “There we go.”

  The two bare-chested women knelt, motionless, across from each other. Sabrina did not break from Skipper’s unrelenting gaze.

  There was only silence.

  Slowly, Sabrina lifted her right hand, and Skipper matched the movement with her left. When Sabrina placed her palm out at shoulder height, Skipper did the same, pressing against Sabrina’s outstretched hand. Sabrina smiled and curled her fingers.

  They held hands as they gazed into each other’s eyes, their wings fluttering behind them in sync. Sabrina tried to read Skipper, but she could not see past her mask—the very mask she helped create.

  “Skipper…”

  “Yes, Sabrina?”

  Sabrina released hands. “You should go.”

 
“No.”

  “Then I should.”

  As Sabrina leaned away, Skipper leaned in. She took Sabrina’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them as she lowered her mouth to them. Sabrina would have moved away, but the heat and motion of Skipper’s hands made her muscles go weak. She closed her eyes a moment.

  If only I were somewhere else…with someone else. But I’m not. I’m here…with you.

  Skipper took her time. She licked slowly, sucked, and tugged on Sabrina’s nipples with her teeth. Sabrina had not been touched like this in as long time; it made her wet.

  “These tits do have power.”

  Sabrina opened her eyes. She wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. “I told you.”

  “Lean back. Lie down.”

  “Skip—you don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to do this.”

  Sabrina weighed her doubts one last time. Should I do this? Is this wrong? She came to an old conclusion. I…I don’t fucking care.

  Sabrina lay back, careful to do so in a seductive way. It had been a while since she had had sex with a woman; she had forgotten how the desire to look her best was even stronger with the same sex.

  Skipper, in contrast, moved with purpose. She slid down between Sabrina’s legs and hooked her knees up on her shoulders.

  “You’ve done this before,” Sabrina said.

  “No,” Skipper chuckled. “Just been watching a lot of porn these days…you know…between episodes of Gilmore Girls.”

  Sabrina found the fire fairy’s statement funny, but there was no time to laugh. Skipper did not wait; she pressed her tongue to Sabrina’s folds and gave her clitoris a little kiss.

  “Damn, your tongue feels amazing.”

  Skipper ran it up and down a few times at leisurely pace before she replied, “Do you like it?”

  “I do.” Sabrina practically purred. “So hot.”

  “Good.”

  Sabrina knew she was being teased, but she did not mind. Nevertheless, before she could truly relax and enjoy herself she had to ask the one question that had nagged her.

  “Wait. Stop for a minute.”

  Sabrina watched as Skipper lifted her head and peered at Sabrina.

  “What?”

  “I know this is silly. I just need to know. Why are you doing this?”

  Skipper smiled slyly, licked her lips, and then reached up to caress Sabrina’s left breast. “I’ve wanted to do this since we met.”

  “Not this…” Sabrina said as she pointed to herself. “I mean, why did you volunteer for this…this mission. Terrible things could—might happen to you.”

  Skipper ran her hands up and down Sabrina’s sides as she appeared to mull over her answer. Sabrina wanted to moan loudly, her copycat’s touch felt that good.

  “You Water Fairy,” Skipper said with a devilish grin. “You’re all about acquiring material items. Enjoying the pleasures of life.”

  “We—”

  “Do you remember the scar you had removed from my arm, the one that circled my bicep?”

  “Yeah, it was a jagged, horrible-looking thing.”

  Skipper reached up to Sabrina’s bracelet and tapped it with her index finger. “That scar was my bracelet. The symbol of my kingdom.”

  “Scars?” Sabrina gasped. “You all wear these kind of scars?”

  “Yes. We all can’t afford the same kind of treasures you Water Fairy horde. You realize that, right?”

  Sabrina wanted to argue, but there was no use. Her bedroom was filled with possessions, from designer shoes to expensive purses, and now coral carvings and jewelry. Skipper was right, but that did not answer Sabrina’s question.

  “Okay, so, we’re materialistic.”

  Skipper kissed Sabrina’s belly button, then ran her tongue around it. Sabrina shuddered. Maybe I can wait for her answer. With each of Skipper’s touches, her mind fogged more with lust.

  “We Fire Fairy…you could say we collect challenges. We collect conquests. We do not find reward in trophies. We find reward in the very act.”

  Sabrina nodded. “But why help the Water Kingdom? Why help me?”

  “Your father and my…my king, they had a deal. My king owed your father.”

  “Okay.”

  “What bigger challenge could a Fire Fairy face than posing as their absolute opposite while trying to assassinate an enemy to the Elemental Kingdom? If I succeed…everyone will know my name. Everyone will call out my name.”

  Sabrina had heard enough. She was satisfied with the answer. Now she wanted to be satisfied sexually. With a little push on Skipper’s shoulders, Sabrina made her desires known.

  “Maybe I’ll call out your name.” Sabrina smiled slyly. “After my fourth or fifth orgasm.”

  “I’d like that,” Skipper laughed. “Actually, I can’t wait for that.”

  “Then you better start eating my pussy now, ’cause I can go all night.”

  “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

  Skipper ducked back down between Sabrina’s legs. Like a heat-seeking missile, her tongue found its target without delay.

  Sabrina had tried so hard to control her language since becoming queen, but this felt too good. “Fuck!” she blurted.

  Skipper didn’t answer; she kept running her tongue up and down over Sabrina’s most sensitive spot. Sabrina grabbed two handfuls of sheets and gripped them tight. Her legs went flat and then bended at the knee and went flat again. She turned her head to the side and huffed out air.

  Breathe, Sabrina, breathe. Don’t force it. Let it come… Sabrina grunted, groaned, and moaned. Her face felt like it was on fire—the whole room did.

  “Is that me or you?” she asked as she fanned her face and chest. “Is that your wings? I’m sweating. Damn, I’m sweating.”

  Skipper slid her hands up Sabrina’s body, tightly cupping each breast. Sabrina gazed down as Skipper’s fingers closed in on her nipples.

  “Close,” she whispered. “Keep going…”

  Skipper rolled Sabrina’s nipples between thumb and index finger, and Sabrina tossed her head back and stared up at the sparkling lights their wings made on the ceiling. They looked like stars—pulsating, falling stars.

  Her first orgasm made her legs point straight out and her muscles tighten. “Grrr-ah! Fuck!”

  “You okay?” Skipper sounded truly concerned.

  “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “You sounded—”

  I nearly blacked out. Breathe, Sabrina, you got to remember to breathe. “Like a woman having an orgasm?”

  “Not like the ones I’ve heard watching porn.”

  “Ha.” Sabrina smiled. “Mine are real.”

  Skipper looked down at Sabrina’s pussy, instead of making eye contact. “Could you-you make me feel like that?”

  “Maybe. When it’s your turn,” Sabrina said with a wink and a playful point down. “My turn again.”

  Skipper went back in, devouring Sabrina the way she wanted to be. Sabrina closed her eyes and, for the briefest moment, relaxed. This is amazing. I so needed this. “Keep going. Faster.”

  Skipper followed instructions and brought Sabrina to quick second and third orgasms.

  “You are unreal,” Skipper said. “How do you do it?”

  “You said it yourself—we Water Fairy are all about seeking pleasure. This ain’t my first…or thousandth rodeo,” Sabrina said. “I’ve had years of practice.”

  Skipper nodded and then went right to it. As far as Sabrina could tell, the girl had yet to tire in the slightest. She can go all night too. What a match we make.

  Sabrina came again.

  “You must be very turned on.”

  “I am,” Sabrina said. “Which is why, I’m going to do something really special for you.”

  Skipper sat back on her heels. She looked excited—possibly the happiest, Sabrina had ever seen her. But Sabrina did not have entirely pure motives.

  When she sat up, once again, the two girls mirrored one another. “Do you trus
t me?” Sabrina asked.

  “I do.”

  “Then I’m going to need you to really trust me now.”

  “Okay.”

  “I-I’ve never really enjoyed going down on other women. I’ve always done…other things…other tricks. But since becoming queen, since living here, I’ve learned new tricks.”

  Skipper looked perplexed but answered, “Okay.”

  “Are you ready?” Sabrina asked, and then reached down between Skipper’s legs. The girl flinched and was tense to her touch but eased into it. “You’re wet.”

  “A little.”

  “Good enough.” Sabrina’s nipples tingled with the thought of what she was about to try. “Watch this.”

  She lifted her arms, her palms to the sky. Suddenly, droplets of water began to appear and hover around the room, each sparkling from the light that pulsated from their wings.

  “I can draw the water from the humidity in the air. I can draw it from the rocks and through the soil.” As Sabrina spoke, more and more droplets formed. “I can even draw it from the human body—more than just the sweat from our skin.”

  “You…you could dehydrate someone,” Skipper said, tilting her head to look at Sabrina.

  “I haven’t tried that, but I guess so.”

  “Amazing.”

  Sabrina continued to draw water from the air around her. The droplets grew in multitude and size.

  “Tell me something, Skipper, when a fire elemental breaks free of your control and then turns on you”—Sabrina measured her words—“they first try and find you. Then what do they want? I mean what would they do if they did find you?”

  “They feel used…angry. They want to make me pay for giving them life.” Skipper hmphed.

  “They’d attack you?”

  “Totally.”

  Sabrina watched Skipper’s body shiver upon her answer.

  “Water elementals want to please their fairy counterparts—they’d never do anything malicious.”

  “Fine.” Skipper shrugged defensively. “But air spirits…they want what all men want, and you know personally how deep their desires go.”

  Sabrina did—an air spirit had taken her virginity. And now it made more sense. She held a deep breath in her chest for a moment before letting it out and admitting to something she was not proud of. “Look, I let Mira, my old bodyguard, fuck me a few times. She was a great friend—loyal, loved me, and I used her. I was a terrible person back then, but it was those times that gave me this idea.”