Fans of lesbian love stories and Victorian high adventure will find lots to enjoy in this first A. Vivian Vane foray into the world of “steamy steampunk” and all the corseted shenanigans it implies!
Read on for a free preview of “Princess Serena and the Captives of Castle Cagebird”:
“Have you ever been kissed, Elidya?” Serena asked. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Elidya’s feet, and reached between the girl’s legs to gently take her hand and move it aside. Elidya, looking flustered, shook her head and put her hands on her knees, her fingers fidgeting uncertainly. “Well,” Serena said, trying to keep her voice from trembling, “That’s all this is going to be. I’m going to kiss you, and I need you to tell me what feels good to you. Can you do that?” She stared down into Elidya’s furred cleft, barely hearing the girl’s uncertain murmur of reply.
Greedily, Serena drank in the sight of a naked woman’s flesh spread like a gift before her. Elidya was a darker brown between her legs, with thick curls of flesh pressed tight against one another. Hardly daring to breathe, Serena reached up and touched them with one finger. She stroked gently downward, remembering how she had felt flesh parting between her own legs when she explored beneath the blankets aboard the airship.
Elidya gave a tiny gasp. Her legs twitched, but did not try to close. Encouraged, Serena trailed her finger up and down, tracing the crinkled folds. She slid her other hand up Elidya’s thigh, bracing it close by the mysterious opening and tugging lightly on the skin to help the soft lips part for her. “Just a kiss,” Serena murmured. She bent forward as the folds of flesh opened like a blossom. “A very…gentle…kiss!”
Pink, pearlescent flesh peeked out from between the spreading lower lips as Serena ducked her head down between Elidya’s legs. Before the peasant girl could stop her, Serena kissed the gleaming slit, as passionately as she had ever kissed anyone. She pressed her lips down hard and held them there, feeling a burning heat and breathing in a damp, musky smell. Elidya gave a tiny, birdlike cry of excited pleasure. One of her slim hands dropped down to rest in Serena’s curled hairs, but it did not pull her away. If anything, it pushed downward, even as the girl’s hips tilted forward to press more firmly against Serena’s face…