Book of Vixen Vol. I

She completes gathering the remnants of her nighttime essentials and secures her luggage with care. She takes one last look in the mirror before descending the hallways of her three- story apartment building, her snowy white locs swaying gently with each step. Her legs, clad in fishnet stockings, yearn for a taste of the nighttime breeze.

Reaching the elevator, she extends her finger towards the button with a smile spreading across her face. Memories of their first encounter flood back suddenly. She vowed it would only happen once, telling herself it isn't worth risking losing them. Introducing them to "her" seemed like a mistake. Her thoughts suddenly begin to take over.

But you love the way they look at “her”. You love the way they touch “her”. You love the way they kiss “her”. You love the way they fuck “her”. You love the way they are addicted to “her”.

The elevator doors slide open, and Vixen steps inside, lost in her own thoughts. With each floor the elevator descends, she draws nearer to her domain—a realm where she reigns supreme, and others are merely fortunate to bask in her presence.

Exiting the elevator, she emerges from her building and into the waiting embrace of a black SUV. Her fishnet-clad legs feel the cool leather seat beneath them, a sensation perfectly timed against her warm, moist thighs. Settling into her seat, she inhales deeply before gazing slowly at her reflection in the window. Adjusting her sunglasses, her eyes meet those of the person who awakens her most daring desires—the one Edward and Sophie adore, the one who could turn anyone into her plaything. Tonight, she embraces her alter ego: Vixen.

A text message from a number she doesn’t recognize pops up on her homescreen.

Hey there beautiful.

She pauses briefly, staring at the text before returning her gaze to the window. "Hey beautiful" messages flooded her phone for years; this one is just another in a long line. Not recognizing the number, she sees no reason to reply. It isn't worth her attention if it isn't already in her contacts. Deleting the message, she then sends one to Edward and Sophie.

On my way.

Sophie is the first to respond with a kissing face emoji. Edward follows with a smiling devil emoji. She puts her phone away to be alone with her thoughts a little longer. She thinks of Sophie’s gentle bites all over her body. She thinks of Edward firmly grabbing a handful of her soft, round ass as he had greeted her several times before. She thinks of caressing Sophie’s thick, golden form while on top of her, Edward’ face alternating between Sophie’ legs and Vixen’ ass cheeks. Vixen glances at herself one final time in her pocket mirror, its LED light casting a soft glow. After a quick lick of her lips and a gentle brush of her white wig to reveal part of her face, she gives herself a swift kiss. With one last look in the mirror, she heads towards her destination.

Whenever Vixen arrives at an Edward & Sophie encounter, she always feels like royalty. They consistently stay in the most luxurious hotels, adorned with grand chandeliers and exquisite water features, unmistakable signs of their wealth. Just as she does in her apartment building, Vixen transforms her stroll down the hotel corridor on the penthouse floor into her personal runway. Shedding her overcoat in the elevator, she reveals a form- fitting latex dress that accentuates every curve of her size 10 figure. Swapping her sunglasses for a matching latex mask, her impeccably lined light-brown eyes remain visible. With her coat casually draped over one arm and luggage rolling beside her, the moonlight streams through the floor-length window, illuminating her path forward.

As she nears door 326 at the end of the corridor, a familiar smile greets Vixen—a wide grin from Edward, who leans casually against the door. She revels in the evening with 6’2”, 240 pounds of pure allure, feeling increasingly invigorated with each moment. Vixen pauses just before reaching him, sensing what is about to unfold. They lock eyes for a fleeting moment, their breathing growing deeper as time seems to stand still around them. Edward's right hand, holding a chain leash, connects to the black collar around Vixen's neck. With gentle but firm intent, he draws her face toward his own, tenderly tasting her lips before parting them and deepening the kiss with his tongue. Meanwhile, his left hand expertly cups her cheek, effortlessly lifting Vixen off the ground and pulls her closer to him.

Sophie takes control with a gentle tug of the leash. The scent of cherry blossoms and vanilla announces her arrival. Vixen catches only a fleeting glimpse of her sheer lace robe before their tongues intertwine in a passionate kiss. Edward indulges in a quick slap of Vixen’s slightly-exposed ass before bringing her belongings inside, leaving both women in the foyer. He sits in a nearby chair as Sophie pulls the leash downward, signaling for Vixen to get on her knees. Sophie raises her thick thigh onto Vixen’ shoulder, having a quick rub of her smooth and wet pussy before guiding Vixen’ head toward it. Vixen devours every bit of Sophie, causing her to quiver and moan so loudly and sensually that anyone in the corridor would’ve been tempted to listen. Vixen looks up and gazes upon Sophie as she grips her breasts, their eyes meeting only briefly.

Before long, Edward has undressed and is making his way back toward them. He wraps his hand around Sophie’s neck, commanding her attention before she releases all of what she is feeling. His kiss muffles her cry of pleasure, as the aftermath slowly drips down her leg. Vixen barely has enough time to taste the fruits of her labor before Sophie is being carefully guided to the other wall in the foyer and hoisted into air, her still quivering legs wrapping around Edwards waist. Edward thrusts his hard dick inside of her without giving her much recovery time, Sophie’s body steadily moving up and down the wall. Her full mop of natural, sandy-brown hair bounces with her. Preferring an aerial experience, Vixen remains on the floor. She caresses Edward’s leg before showering it in gentle bites and licks. Sweat drips from Sophie’s forehead all the way down the center of her chest, drenching Edward’s lips as he planted kisses on her neck. Places he knew drove her crazy. She maintains her grip around his neck despite his thrusts becoming more intense. His moans mixing with hers, hearing them cry out in unison truly did it for Vixen. Their physical chemistry is unmatched.

Edward grips her thighs tightly, a clear indicator that Sophie is on her way there. Edward’s voice repeats “Come on baby” as Sophie bites her lip, closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and cries out in satisfaction. Edward then carries her to the bed, locking his lips with hers before gently placing her down. They share a knowing laugh before his eyes lock with Vixen’s. “Come here”, he demands. Vixen takes her position on all-fours, and makes her way to Edward without her gaze leaving him. He takes hold of the leash, wrapping his hand around it until Vixen was sitting upright. He moves closer, and Vixen comes face-to-face with his still rock-hard dick. Instinctively, she opens her mouth, and feels every inch of him slide in and out, saliva soaking his tip before dripping onto Vixen’s breasts. “That’s my Vixen”, Edward proclaims as a chill descends Vixen’s spine. Speaking her “name” reminded her that in that moment, she was his.

He tilts her head upward as his dick pops out of her mouth, his saliva still dripping from her lips. That sly smile he had perfected over the years crosses his face before a second set of lips enter his eyesight. Vixen guides Edward’s dick into Sophie’s mouth, twisting her head as she makes it disappear. Soon, Vixen and Sophie are sharing a kiss with Edward’s dick in between, Vixen’s hand softly caressing his balls at the same time. Edward, once again, takes hold of Vixen’s leash and pulls her to her feet, using Sophie’s hair to do the same, and positions them both at the edge of the bed, facing toward it. He gently shoves them both onto the king-sized, white Egyptian cotton covered bed, rubbing both of their asses with his large hands as they devour each other. Vixen’s soft moans soon turn into louder ones as Edward slides his dick inside of her. “You like how that feels baby”, Sophie asked before reaching under to gently pinch Vixen’s right nipple. Her tongue re-enters Vixen’s mouth as Edward begins to thrust harder, her ass creating ripples against his body, using her leash to pull her toward him. With each smack he delivers onto her cheeks, her pussy tightens around him. His signature grip on her thighs is followed by Sophie’s fingers finding their way onto Vixen’s clit, massaging it slowly before matching Edward’s pace. Vixen’s explosion of fulfillment soaked the sheets as she collapses onto the bed.

By the time she has regained some composure, Sophie’s face is already firmly planted into a pillow, her hands clasped behind her and intertwined with his. Edward catches Vixen’s gaze as she reaches up to her neck and removes her leash. This is her favorite part of their encounters. When it is her turn to take over. She rises from the bed and searches for her flogger and vibrating strap-on among her belongings. She secures the strap-on before approaching Edward from behind, gliding the flogger across his shoulders and signals for him to step aside. Vixen climbs onto the bed, Sophie’s phat, juicy ass still in the air. She moistens the strap-on with Sophie’s juices, sliding it between her cheeks followed by gentle smacks on each one. Vixen grabs a handful of Sophie's hair, pulling Sophie toward her until her mouth is next to Sophie’ ear. “My turn”, Vixen exclaims, Sophie responds with a playful giggle. Sophie’s mouth hangs open as the strap-on enters her, and Vixen reaches around toward Sophie’s nipple, teasing it as their bodies bounce off of one another. Vixen maintains her grip on Sophie’ thighs as she tries to pull forward, the strap-on going deeper with every stroke. Edward takes his place in the corner of the room, stroking himself while offering up his own special kind of encouragement. His voice begins to elevate as Vixen's strokes become faster. The headboard begins to move as Vixen begs Sophie to explode all over her. She and Edward cry out at the same time, their voices sending a euphoric high through Vixen’s veins. Vixen flips Sophie over, sharing a deep kiss that seems to absorb the last of Sophie’s energy. They smile at each other as they embrace and catch their breath.

Vixen glances over to see Edward thoroughly content with what he has witnessed, his dick begging for more. It’s typical Edward. Just when you think he is satisfied, his libido proves otherwise. Vixen slides off the bed and crawls slowly over to Edward, holding her leash in hand. She takes the tip of his dick into her mouth, massaging it with her jaws before climbing onto his lap and throwing the leash around his neck to bring his face close to hers. Edward reaches up and gently caresses her face. "That's my Vixen," he exclaims. This was her purpose—to belong to them. Vixen had surrenders herself willingly. In every other encounter, she enters ready to lead. She never hesitates to assert control over her partners. She takes pride in setting boundaries that keep her in charge of every intimate moment. Ultimately, it was what they desired. However, with Edward and Sophie, she found a safe space to let her guard down.

Her leash around Edward’s neck, Vixen uses it to balance herself as she rides him in the chair, licking his lips each time she pulls herself forward. Edward then pulls her toward

him, holding her close as he places his hand on her right thigh and squeezes tightly. “Fuck your pussy baby”, Vixen says as Edward bounces up and down in a quick and steady motion. Vixen looks down into his eyes, a look of satisfaction crossing his face before closing his eyes tightly and falling back into the chair. His shaking is followed by breathless moans and heavy breathing. Vixen kisses his neck and chest softly before he scoops her into his arms and carries her to the bed to join a waiting Sophie. Edward removes Vixen’ fishnet stockings, giving her legs a gentle massage before leaning over to kiss Sophie and then Vixen before positioning himself behind her. He wraps his arm around her waist as his head sinks into his pillow.

Vixen and Sophie keep their eyes open and locked onto each other. They exchange one final smile before Sophie quietly ask, "Have you thought about what we discussed?"

“I did. You’ve given me much to think about. I just don’t think I’m there yet.” Vixen responded.

“I understand. But you know it doesn’t have to always be like this. I’d like to wake up with you still here, eventually.” Sophie stated.

Vixen doesn’t always like leaving right after every encounter, especially when it involves them. Doing so helps maintain the boundaries she has painstakingly established over the years, preserving the fantasy. In truth, Vixen struggles to behave differently around them; Occasionally, she questions if she is beginning to develop feelings for them. They make her feel unlike anyone else ever has. Unlike her other lovers who treat their relationship as transactional–where she receives what she desires in exchange for fulfilling their needs– Edward and Sophie prioritize her in a way that goes beyond physical satisfaction. They attend to both her emotional and physical needs, demonstrating a depth of feeling that goes beyond superficial attraction.

As Sophie’s eyes slowly begin to close, Vixen manages to whisper a quick “Happy Birthday”, acknowledged by Sophie’s faint smile before she drifts off to sleep. Vixen rises to her feet as soon as she knows she won’t awaken them with her movements. She sits in the chair in the corner, staring at them before turning her attention to the moon. It always tends to shine brighter on nights like this. Nights she was with them. She suddenly remembers a dream she had of herself, Edward, and Sophie lying on a beach under the full moon, its reflection shimmering on the calm ocean waves. They hold each other as the island breeze gently sweeps around them. There were no costumes, no latex, no fishnets, no toys—just the three of them. It is a reality she desires yet fears to embrace. She finds comfort in her chosen way of life.

Buzz! A sudden vibration in her coat pocket snaps Vixen out of her fantasy. Initially tempted to ignore it, she eventually crosses the room to check. Late-night texts rarely promise meaningful conversation, and she had meant to activate 'Do Not Disturb' on her phone. The message, however, came from the unfamiliar number once again:

Let’s talk soon.

As before, she dismisses it with little thought. Assuming it is an ex-lover attempting to re- enter her life, she lacks the patience or energy to address it then. Silently, she gathers her belongings in the dim light, a routine familiar from countless previous occasions. After pulling on her boots and buttoning her coat, she cast a final glance at the sleeping figures of Edward and Sophie before slipping out into the corridor.

Her ride, as expected, awaits her outside in the SUV. The pattern of her leaving hours after their encounters had become routine. Once settled in the vehicle, her phone vibrates again. Assuming it was the persistent mystery person, she rolls her eyes and retrieves her phone from her coat pocket. However, her irritation turns to surprise when she realizes the text is from Sophie:

Miss you already. Get home safely.

She reads the message over and over. It’s the first time Sophie has texted her as she's leaving. Vixen isn't sure what it means, but all she can do is smile, hoping it won’t be too long before they’re together again.