The Red Shoe Chronicles : A Fantasy Romance Anthology

by N. R. Larry

Genesis peered up at her, red light flicking on and off in her pupils.

  Finally, Destiny wiggled her toes and nodded.

  Like a fairy tale princess come to claim her, Gen slid the red shoe onto Destiny’s foot.

  At first, nothing happened.

  Then Gen put the other shoe on and the pair flashed a bright red light. Destiny closed her eyes against the glow, and that’s when she felt it.

  Magic.

  It pulsed through her blood like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her body thrummed with the power. Every inch of her skin tingled. Heat rushed to her lips and cheeks. The light from the shoes dulled, but the feeling inside of her only burned brighter.

  She parted her lips in a moan.

  Genesis reached up to cup her face. “They’re working. What do you feel?”

  If Destiny ever knew words, she forgot how to speak them. Instead of talking, she edged out of Gen’s chair and lowered herself into her lap. Genesis froze, and Destiny caught a glimpse of something she’d never seen before in the master criminal’s eyes.

  Humanity.

  Love.

  Gripped in the magic of the shoes, Destiny tangled her finger’s in Gen’s hair, pulled her close, and pressed her mouth hard against hers.

  Chapter 6

  Destiny fell down into things she was rarely able to experience.

  Physical senses.

  The scent of Genesis’ red leather suit. The feel of her body against hers. The taste of sage gloss on her lips. The wetness of her mouth that quickly warmed her core.

  Fantasies swarmed her.

  Over the years, she’d considered so many things she wanted to do to Genesis, and so many things she’d want to have done, but she was never able to give in. Now, nothing had to hold them back.

  Which was why she gasped in frustration when Genesis pulled away.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked with urgency. Her lips tingled with the memory of the kiss.

  “Magic,” Genesis whispered, glancing around the room. “Fucking freaky.”

  Destiny had been so caught up in the kiss, she hadn’t noticed everything had changed. The floor was blanketed in white carpet. Instead of a stark building full of random things, the room was pearl, floor to ceiling. There was a king-sized bed near the window where her cape still flapped, and candles were lit in every corner.

  “The shoes did this?” she asked.

  Genesis nodded, standing up. Then she frowned.

  “What is it now?””

  “Something feels… Off.” She held her hands out in front of her and stared at them. After several seconds, she gritted her teeth, shook her hands out, and then peered at them for a longer period of time.

  “What are you doing?” Destiny finally asked.

  “My powers.” Genesis lowered her hands. “The shoes must have taken them away.”

  She said it too calmly for it to be true. Her powers were everything to Genesis. If she lost them, she’d be raging like a literal fire. Instead, the woman smiled.

  “Makes sense,” Gen said, strolling over to the bed.

  Destiny turned and followed. As Genesis sat down, she asked, “What does?”

  Genesis flipped her hair. “That your fantasy involves me being powerless.” She grinned. “That way, you know everything is real.” She looked down at herself. “I’m glad you liked the outfit enough that the shoes decided they could stay.”

  Destiny tilted her head. “You really can’t use your flair?”

  Genesis shrugged. “Not for forty-eight hours, or until you take the shoes off.”

  Destiny blinked. “And you’re fine with that?”

  “What part of, I came here to surrender to you, don’t you seem to get?”

  Destiny opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

  Gen chuckled. “Can you still see the astral plane?”

  Destiny took in a breath and focused. Right away, her baton was in her hand. With her next thought, she sent it back to where it came and stared at Gen in amazement. “It’s been years since I was able to do it that easily.” She laughed. “And after a kiss that almost made me come. Those fucking moon faeries know their shit.”

  Usually pleasure of any kind, kissing, hugging, hell, even eating chocolate, weakened her flair. It was the big joke of her life. She could be a hero, if she lived like a monk.

  For a long time, she’d pulled it off.

  Genesis stood up so fast Destiny wondered if the shoes had somehow given her a speed flair. She lifted a brow. “I almost made you come from a kiss?” She licked her bottom lip. “The next two days might kill you.”

  Destiny raised her chin, trying to appear unfazed. “What makes you think my fantasies have anything to do with you?”

  Genesis stared. “Coy isn’t your thing.” She twirled a strand of her red hair. “What do you want, Des?”

  Her heart pounded against her ribcage. There was no point in pretending she didn’t want this woman. She’d wanted her since the first time she saw her. Clearing her throat, she said. “I want you to kiss me again.”

  Genesis closed the distance between them, wrapped her arms around Destiny’s hips, and lowered her mouth to hers. Before their lips could touch, Destiny whispered, “Slowly.”

  Genesis nodded. She brushed her bottom lip against hers, then parted her mouth with an aching slowness. As Gen massaged her tongue against hers, Destiny shut her eyes.

  The kiss deepened.

  Her nipples hardened and pressed against the silk tank top she was now wearing. Apparently, the shoes thought a hoodie wasn’t an article of clothing anyone should get laid in.

  Genesis tangled her fingers into Destiny’s kinky hair and trailed her nails across her scalp. Destiny groaned against her tongue and shivered in her arms.

  Her legs began to shake.

  Genesis pulled away, still holding onto her hips. “You okay?” she asked between pants.

  She shook her head. “That’s not what I want.”

  Genesis blinked in apparent confusion.

  “I don’t want you to ask if I’m okay,” she said on the end of a labored breath. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to take me like you take the things you steal from around the world. Without permission. With ruthlessness.”

  Genesis parted her mouth and Destiny clapped. “Yes, I’m sure. Now fucking do it.”

  Chapter 7

  Genesis threw her back onto the bed and Destiny flopped onto her back. The mattress was warm and inviting beneath her. Seconds later, Gen straddled her and stared down.

  She shuddered. If looks alone could make a woman come.

  “Take your clothes off,” Genesis said in a flat voice that was somehow laced with passion at the same time.

  Destiny slowly sat up and pulled her tank top over her head. As she tossed it to the floor, her breasts bounced. Gen eyed them and licked her lips.

  “Your nipples are hard.”

  “Yes,” Destiny muttered.

  “You’re not naked yet.”

  Destiny climbed onto her knees and unbuttoned her slacks. With shaking fingers, she started to pull them down, but Genesis placed a hand over hers. “Go slow, Des.”

  She slowed her pace, pulling one pant leg down, and then the other. Soon, she was only in a pair of white, lace panties.

  “Mm.” Genesis dragged her fingers across her folds through the fabric of Destiny’s underwear.

  She rolled her eyes back into her head and whimpered.

  “You’re so wet I can feel you through your panties,” Genesis growled. She circled her clit slowly, and then pulled her hand away. “Take those wet panties off, Des.”

  She did, still taking time to go slowly.

  Once she was naked, Genesis pulled her against her again. Their kiss started slow and with the care only youth could afford. Then, it became rough. Desperate. They were a pair that craved one another for far too long.

  Destiny grew dizzy with the effort of keeping her breath. Genesis backed up, rough
ly cupping her face.

  “Now lay back,” she ground out.

  Destiny swallowed and leaned back against one of a dozen or so pillows that were on the bed. Genesis draped her body over hers. The cool leather pressed against her warm flesh, creating a contrast of sensation that left her squirming with need. Gen brushed Destiny’s hair away from her neck and left a trail of kisses down to her collar bone.

  “Oh, God. Genesis.” Destiny forked her fingers into her hair, pressing the woman tighter against her. She was overcome with the need to feel her bare flesh against her own, to feel nothing in the world but her skin.

  Genesis gasped and pulled slightly back. She was nude. Destiny curled her toes inside the shoes as she hungrily eyed her body. Her mouth watered. She smacked her lips, embracing Genesis around the waist.

  “I just figured out why women were these damned things,” she whispered against her cheek before placing a chaste kiss there.

  Genesis half laughed; half groaned. “They certainly are efficient.”

  Destiny tangled her legs with her lover’s and flipped, forcing Genesis onto her back. She trailed her fingers up and down her stomach, enjoying the contrast of her own dark skin against Gen’s pale flesh. Her pink nipples hardened. Destiny swallowed and pinched the nubs between her fingers.

  “Mm.” Genesis’ eyelids fluttered closed and she arched her back, letting her legs fall open. Her folds glistened with desire. Destiny wondered what she tasted like and her mouth watered.

  Destiny pushed her own breasts together, and then grazed her nipples against Gen’s.

  “Mm,” she muttered, growing lightheaded. “That feels so good.”

  Her mouth fell open in pleasure. Genesis squirmed beneath her.

  “When you were gone,” Destiny choked out. “I spent so many nights in bed, dreaming of eating your pussy.”

  The space between Destiny’s legs clenched upon admitting that.

  Genesis gazed up at her with dilated pupils. “I know,” she told her. “I used to watch you touching yourself, and I’d hope—” She swallowed hard. “I hoped you were thinking about me.”

  The confession trembled out of Gen’s throat, which diffused any anger Destiny may have felt. “You planted an object in my home.” It wasn’t a question.

  Genesis nodded with no apparent shame. “The ruby pyramid.”

  “Subtle.”

  “I wanted you to know I still thought of you, so I slipped the girl at that pagan shop you go to. She made sure you got it.”

  Destiny pressed the past to the back of her thoughts, and instead of focusing on what had already happened, she trailed her tongue from the bottom of Genesis’ breasts to her navel. Her ex let out a series of moans that had her clenching her core. She had to physically stave off her climax.

  Touching Gen seemed enough to get Destiny off.

  She ran her fingers across Genesis’ damp folds. She traced the design of a genie bottle cut into her hair and smiled. “Did you do this yourself?” she asked, her voice thick.

  “I thought you might like it.”

  “Beautiful.” Destiny lowered her head and flicked her tongue across Genesis’ clit.

  “Oh.” Genesis tried to close her legs, but Destiny forced them back open. She wanted to take her time. To make this moment last, but she could hardly control herself. For as long as she could manage, Destiny rubbed her tongue in slow circles against her clit.

  Genesis squirmed and dug her fingers into Destiny’s hair. “Oh, fuck. That feels so good.” She stretched her legs open wider. “More, more,” she begged.

  Destiny peered up at her and gave her more. She sped her tongue up, flicking it this way and that, applying more or less pressure, drinking in how Genesis reacted to her touch.

  “I can’t believe you’re eating my pussy,” her ex moaned, her entire body jerking with pleasure.

  She sucked on her clit and slid one finger inside of her. Genesis’ walls tightened around her. She added another finger, hooking both of them to tease her G-spot. It didn’t take long to find a good rhythm. She rocked in and out, lashing her tongue against Genesis’ flesh in sync with her fingers.

  “Fuck!” She gripped the pillow her head rested on and arched her back. “I’m gonna come. Fuck! I’m gonna come.”

  Destiny groaned against her. Warmth pumped through her. She took her fingers out of Gen’s pussy, tightened her arms around the woman’s thighs, and made her tongue dance against her clit as fast as she could.

  Genesis tasted like leather, sage, and honey. It was an irresistible combination. Destiny ate her like someone who had been starving, which in a way, she had been.

  “Oh, God.” Genesis’s eyes rolled back into her head. She clenched, grunted, and tried to back away on her ass.

  Destiny smiled and pushed her power out of her. Restraints of white light sealed Genesis to the bed. She howled and shook her head. “God, I can’t… Please, oh, my…” A noise Destiny couldn’t identify roared out of Gen’s throat and her face pinched in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  Her body shook hard enough to move the bed and her orgasm warmed against Destiny’s tongue. She lapped it up eagerly, reaching down to pinch her own clit between her fingers.

  “Fuck that.” Genesis huffed. Her pale skin was coated in sweat, and she still trembled with passionate violence. Still, she managed to sit up slightly to grab Destiny’s wrist. Pulling her forward, she kissed her again.

  For several minutes, the women panted in each other’s arms, brushing their lips against various body parts. Once Gen’s breathing leveled, she grunted, “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Destiny stared at her, still drunk from making her come. “What?”

  Genesis pointed to the bed. “Hands and knees. Now.”

  She untangled herself from Genesis and complied. Gen rubbed her ass cheeks, and then gave her a hard smack on the rear. Destiny jumped, and then giggled, her heart pounding with anticipation.

  She turned and glanced over her shoulder. Genesis pinned her with her gaze as she leaned forward and tenderly rubbed the spot she’d just hit. Then, she lowered herself and started eating her pussy from the back.

  Destiny turned and lowered her head into the pillow with a helpless moan. “Oh, Gen. Ohmygod.”

  Gen pulled away. “You like that?”

  “Mm,” Destiny cried, clawing the pillow. She hadn’t been touched in so long, and never like this. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Can I keep eating your tight little pussy?”

  Destiny nodded and backed her ass up against her. “Please.” She clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching under to touch herself. “Please do whatever you want to my tight little pussy.”

  “It’s hot when you beg.” Genesis leaned back over and flicked her tongue against Destiny’s clit.

  She teased her at first, moving her tongue before the hard nub, coming within inches of touching her. Destiny cried out her frustration before reaching back to grab Gen’s hair. She pulled her lips against her, and Gen licked her folds so fast, Destiny’s breath caught in her throat.

  She opened her mouth to scream she was going to come, but all she could manage to do was moan into her pillow. Her orgasm exploded out of her, and she tried to crawl away, but wrapped her strong arms around her hips and didn’t let go.

  Destiny shook with a pleasure so intense her vision started to blur. Lightheaded, she flopped forward and surrendered, then Genesis took her over and over, without mercy, just like all the objects she stole from around the globe.

  The rest of the time passed in lust induced haze. The shoe conjured toys for the pair. Genesis held up a large purple, double sided dildo. Destiny nodded eagerly and leaned back so that Gen could slide the cock deep into her pussy.

  Destiny held her head up and pushed the other head of the dick into Gen’s pussy, and they fucked each other until Destiny passed out from the force of her climax.

  Gen only let her sleep for two minutes before waking her up to sc
rew her again. Being there with her in every way she’d ever dreamed of made her wonder why she’d ever clung to the idea of being a pro hero in the first place.

  No flair was worth all this.

  Genesis collapsed on top of Destiny, panting hard, and they kissed, before curling up in each other’s arms.

  “I love you,” Destiny muttered as her eyelids fluttered closed. “I always have.”

  Chapter 8

  Destiny’s mind crawled out of unconsciousness and she pulled the white comforter tighter around her. It was night again. Silver moonlight streamed in through the open window. With blurry vision, she noticed that once again, her old white cape was flapping from the hinge.

  Then she noticed Gen’s warm flesh was no longer pressed against hers.

  She bolted upright, her heart slamming against her ribcage, pumping panic through her veins. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt the rough brush of her hoodie against her skin.

  She was no longer naked, but wearing the same thing she’d come to this building two days ago in.

  Has it only been two days?

  Destiny pressed her fingers against her temple.

  It felt like lifetimes. Forcing the anxiety down, she called, “Genesis?” She darted her gaze around the room. It was empty.

  No rocking horse.

  No genie lamp.

  No white bed.

  Nothing.

  “No,” Destiny muttered to herself. Her heart hardened in her chest, weighing her down. Even the building itself was back to its original, nearly dilapidated state. The structure Genesis had crafted was gone.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  Her own words echoed in her ears and she realized the room wasn’t exactly empty. There was a faint energy signature coating the room. She stared through dozens of tiny, red dots that she hadn’t noticed until then. They reminded her of a laser grid she’d seen thieves navigate through in spy movies.

  Gen’s power had come back while Destiny was still sleeping.

  A throat cleared behind her.

  Destiny turned and raised her fists in the air in the same movement. Relief washed over her.