The Little Vampire and the Witch

The Little Vampire and The Witch

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This is a short smut story about Flandre Scarlet and Marisa Kirisame; what is probably my favorite adult/loli ship that doesn't have nearly enough content. I kinda played with the concept of vampire age in this story to implicate Flandre as an actual loli. In this story due to the maturing rate of vampires relative to humans she is mentally and physically 9 years old, and is by all accounts thusly! I hope y'all enjoy! If anyone has any corrections on grammar, spelling, or formatting feel free to ask on my Talk page here- User_talk:AmberGears44! Also feel free to leave comments about the story too, I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone thinks!

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There was a rapping on Flandre’s window. Excitedly the little vampire flies to the window and throws it open.

“Marisa!!” She nearly tackles the witch off of her broom. “I missed you! You need to spend more time with me!” She shouts, clinging tightly to Marisas neck with her lithe arms. Marisa steadies herself and wraps one of her arms around her midsection to hold her close and chuckles.

“Heya Flan! Ah sorry kiddo, Reimu has had me pulling overtime at the shrine. You know how she gets around the end’a autumn; ever since that ice fairy incident.”

“That dummy isn’t a threat....” Flan says playing with the collar of Marisa's dress.

“Maybe not to you ya’ powerful little cutie. It’s already cold out here for me though. Mind if we fly inside?” Flandre giggles cutely and nods. Marisa leans forward and the broom coasts into the dimly lit princess-like bedroom. She flies to the black velvet canopy bed and leans down to let the little girl off. She falls backwards on the bed, still giggling softly. Marisa jumps off her broom and leans it against the bedside table before sitting on the bed herself.

"So Flan. What do ya wanna do today, kiddo? I brought those books I can read to yo-" The witch is interrupted by Flandre's giggling ceasing and suddenly jumping in with

"I wanna try kissing!"

Marisa shook her head in surprise, "K-kissing? Flan that's something- where did you hear about that?"

Flan is now playing with the hem of her own skirt and not making eye contact. "I snuck into Patchouli's private books... there was lots of girls kissing, and doing other things, and saying they love each other. But not like me and Rem say it...." Marisa fidgets where she's sitting and flattens out her dress.

"Well... Flan. That kind of stuff is for... two girls who love each other more than anyone else. They're called girlfriends."

Flan looks up and right at Marisa. "I love Marisa more than anyone else!! I want Marisa to be my girlfriend and no one elses!"

Marisa's face flushes red and she scratches the back of her neck grinning sheepishly. "Flan... that's really sweet but well. You're just a kid and I'm an adult. Kids and adults shouldn't do that kind of stuff."

Flandre pouts and keeps making eye contact. "I'm 493... not a kid."

Marisa cocks her eyebrow. "I've talked to Patchi and Rem about vampire ages. You age 1 year to 50 of my human years... you're only about 9 kiddo. And I'm 22. It wouldn't... it wouldn't be right." She averts her eyes from the small girl.

"But- but I want Marisa to be my girlfriend! I wanna kiss her and do other things with her forever because I love Marisa!!" The vampire yelled, tears pecking her eyes

"Flan; I-" Marisa thought very carefully about what she was about to say next. Not because she was worried about incurring the wrath of the little Devil but because... "this is really complicated for me." She finally breathed out. “I love you too Flan.” She pauses.... “But other people wouldn’t agree with it.”

Marisa shakes her head dejectedly. Flandre floats into the air a couple inches and hovers over to Marisa's face. She seems to be trying to hide it with the wide brim of her hat. The little vampire turns her back to the bed in air and gets under that brim and steals a little peck from the witch’s lips. Marisa gasps! And looks up slowly at the girl who is once again upright and back on the bed looking at her with a hopeful but sad smile.

“I don’t care; other people are meanies! I love Marisa because Marisa is nice to me! And Marisa loves me!”

“Flan I-” She starts but doesn’t finish as she closes the distance between them and plants a solid kiss on the little girl’s little, plush, vampire lips. She wraps her hands around top of her small arms and pulls her close, holding the kiss. Flan lets herself be held and kissed deeply by the much older girl; she childishly delights in the new sensation’s playing not just on her lips but all across her body. For the first time in her life her face was flushed without a single trace of rage or embarrassment; but with something she couldn’t place. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and a heat she’d never felt before.

Finally she broke away for air. “M-Marisa. I love Marisa!” She said breathlessly.

“And I love you too Flan.” Marisa said leaning back, shocked at what she had just done, and what she was now feeling. And so too, clear to Marisa, was little Flandre

“Um, Marisa... kissing made me feel really hot all over. Is that what happens when you do kissing?" Marisa knew what that meant and knew that continuing would cross an even more decisive much bigger than a kiss.

“Well... Flan. You mentioned the girls did something else in those books. Do you know what that was?”

Flan shakes her head innocently “Nuh-uh. But they did something weird between their legs but I don’t get it; don’t girls pee from there?” Marisa can’t help but let out a good chuckle at how innocent this cute loli in front of her was. “Marisa no laughing!”

“Ahaha I’m sorry Flan, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute.” After something as cute as that... how could she not oblige her? She was going to cross the line that she always wanted to; as much as Marisa had wanted to repress it she was a Lolicon. And her nightly visits to Flandre were of course to make sure she was being taken care of by her, at times seemingly apathetic, older sister Remila; but also because she loved spending time near her. Her body was so small and had a sweet young scent that only a little girl could have. It was constantly alluring to Marisa but she stuck to her duty of making sure she was taken care of first and foremost. But this had broken her resolve.

“Ok Flan. I’ll show you what that was but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone in the manor. Or anyone in Gensokyo at all.” She said still nervous. If Aya Shameimaru got so much as a 1000 yard glimpse as what was happening in this bedroom The Scarlet Manor’s peace and Marisa’s whole life would be forever tarnished by the paper that would follow. Marisa gets up and closes the window and curtains to her entry point.

“I promise promise promise Marisa! I don’t talk to others anyways.... They’re all super scared of me, remember?”

Marisa comes back to the bed and sets a hand on her shoulder.

“But I’m not scared, Flan. But you let me know if you wanna stop what we’re doing at any point ok?” Flandre nods very excitedly practically jumping with anticipation; neither of the girls' fevers had died down, and Marisa could tell Flandre was getting antsy; she wasn’t much better off herself and she could feel her slit wet with anticipation just from that kiss on this little girls lips. Now her eyes wandered over the rest of her body, filling her mind with endless thoughts of lewd loli temptations.

“Adults call what we’re about to do sex. You’ll need to take off your dress and bloomers for it.” She said her voice a little shaky in anticipation. Flandre began once again playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Marisa... will you take them off for me.”

“‘Course Flan. Lay up against your pillows ok?” The vampire nodded, still excited above her nervousness. She laid back against the soft pillows and extravagant headboard. Marisa moved to sit next to her and undid the bow on her dress, pulling it around her neck and draping it on the headboard.

“Can I kiss you again, Flan?” Marisa asks.

Flandre’s face lights up. “Marisa can kiss me always! I love kissing with her!” Marisa leaned in and put her lips back to the vampire’s as she slid a hand to the bottom of Flandre’s dress. Her tongue began to prod at her lips and the little girl obliged opening her mouth to let Marisa’s tongue explore her small mouth. Flandre lets out a small involuntary moan into Marisa’s mouth as her tongue grazes one of her sensitive fangs. She pulls Flandre’s dress up and over her head. She deposits it over the headboard next to the bow. Marisa’s mind is now full only of lust for this delicately sized loli, her practically undeveloped breasts lain bear, and now only in her adorable bloomers. Marisa leans down, Flan expects another kiss from the witch but instead gasps as her little puffy nipple is drawn past the witch’s lips and suckled gently. “Marisa! Th-that feels funny.”

Marisa continues to suckle, enraptured by the suppleness of her skin that had only been outside but a few times. And drinking in the soft & sweet scent of the little girl. Flandre lets out another adorable little moan as Marisa pulls her mouth off the tiny mound with a faint pop and looks up at the vampire's bright red face. Whilst Marisa had buried her mouth on her breast Flandre’s little hand had come up to her face, clenched with delicate pleasure.

“This is called foreplay Flan.” Marisa said grinning indulgently. “Is it a good kind of funny feeling?”

Flandre nods, “It’s making me feel warmer and more tingly all over. And... something feels dirty down there.” Flan points between her legs to her still uncovered sex Marisa’s smile widens and she closes her eyes contentedly for a moment before reopenening them.

“May I take off the rest kiddo?” Marisa says looking forward to seeing this vampire’s little cherry, her own excited impatience spilling over. Flandre nods eagerly, trembling for more of that new feeling that Marisa was now giving her. Marisa lifts her head to Flandre’s neck and plants a soft kiss on it, she continues kissing down her body, leaving soft pecks on her skin. As she does this her fingers hook the top of her bloomers and she begins to slowly pull them down her slim little legs. Flandre lifts her legs at the hips to allow Marisa to slide them cleanly off. Marisa at this point tosses them to the end of the bed. She leans back from Flandre’s form and admires it deviously. Flandre felt Marisa’s strange look as if she were being caressed by her gaze; it made her feel so much more tingly and all the more dirty between her now exposed and untouched slit.

“You are so very... very adorable Flan. Damn.” She says, awestruck with the diminutive size of this perfect loli’s body.

“You know Remilia doesn’t like you saying that word around me.” Flandre comments on Marisa’s cuss absentmindedly. Marisa scratches the back of her neck grins in a faux-sheepish and apologetic manner before her eyes turn to her prize.

“Tell ya’ what Flan. Why don’t I make it up to you by showing you something even better than everything else we’ve done so far.”

Flandre’s eyes light up.

“Better? How?” She asks naively.

Marisa smirks and slides down the bed to rest in front of Flan, places both her hands on her still tucked up knees and spreads them apart. Finally Marisa lays her eyes on Flandre’s cherry. It has a pair of puffy, beautifully smooth labia that had never been spread in all her years of living, a pinkish tinge towards their middle fading into the pale color of her skin. It was the slit of a child through and through. And Marisa’s lolicon mind was filled with devient lust driving her forward. She bent over and brought her mouth close. Marisa’s hands cup the loli’s thighs somewhat tightly. If Flandre’s childlike scent had been intoxicating, this scent was ambrosiac. She places her mouth full on it and begins eating out her perfect slit.

“Marisa it’s dir-ahn!!” Flandre tries to get out a sentence but is interrupted by an explosion of pleasure racing up her petite body as Marisa’s tongue slips between her labia and begins sliding up and down her slit. Her tongue glances her little clit and her mouth sucks on it gently. Flandre’s tiny hands knock Marisa’s hat off as they try to clasp on to her hair to hold on to as waves of her first time pleasure threaten to wash her away. Marisa doesn’t let up, her tongue circle the devils jewel voraciously.

“Ma-Marisa! I think I’m gonna pee!” Flandre insisted. Marisa however didn’t stop, knowing better. As her tongue pressed downwards now into her cherry’s hole the little vampire came for the first time ever. Her face was a mess of blushing and sweat. Her little cap fell from her head and onto the floor as she convulsed and shuttered. Squeaks and gasps escape and her back arches. Marisa let her ride out her first orgasm with her mouth pressed down; then brought her head away from her lips and wiped her mouth of the little girl’s juices and her own saliva still savoring the taste and scent. "That was a pretty fast first time. Was it good, Flan?" Marisa asks happily. Flandre could only pant.

She crawled up to lay next to the girl who was currently laying limp from exhaustion, still on cloud 9. Flandere rolled over and clutched at Marisa’s dress tightly burying her face between her breasts. Marisa strokes the little girl's hair, smiling contentedly at her work.

Between breaths Flandere manages, “I wanna do this every time Marisa comes over to play.”

Marisa chuckles warmly. “Ok, kiddo! Next time I come over to watch ya’ we can do this again and I’ll teach you plenty of new things.”

Flandere looks up and right into Marisa’s eyes. “Marisa is my girlfriend now right?”

Marisa kisses her head gently and closes her eyes. “That’s right. I’m your girlfriend. But you can’t tell anyone ok? Not even Rem.”

Flandere nods and buries her head back in her chest. She muffled, saying “I love Marisa more than anyone ever.”

“I love you too Flan.” Responds Marisa. Before they drift all the way off to sleep. Marisa ushers Flandere to put on her nightgown. And they return to their position.

Marisa falls asleep with the little girl held tightly in her arms, tired and happy.