Before Aurore could even take a step, the firm voice of their other lover spoke up. “I don’t think you should be doing that in
here. After all, this is your grandmother’s office and private library,” the black woman said right before the sound of a page
turning was heard in the dark room. At a distance, a slight chime of the grandfather clock announced the new hour.
“Oh Tamara, you’re no fun! Besides, I don’t think grandmother would mind,” Aurore shot back as she smiled up at Shannon,
her fingers still moving over his twitching penis as she began to take a tentative step up the ladder.
“Perhaps not, little bird, but there is such a thing as having respect. You should respect what is sacred to your grandmother, and
to her, it is these books and this library,” came Tamara’s leveled voice. Stopping, Aurore visibly frowned as she glanced over
her shoulder.
There were times like this when she almost wished that Tamara was gone again. While one part of her loved the black woman
dearly, there was another part that disliked the condescending tone she often took. Some time ago, Tamara’s attitude caused a
split between them and they had separated for nearly a decade. While the African blamed it on Shannon, Aurore remembered
their argument clearly. Ever since Aurore had entered into the immortal world the black woman treated her like a child. She
tried to govern every aspect of the teen’s life. Although she loved Tamara dearly, Aurore would not let anyone tell her whom
she could love.
With a sad frown Aurore remembered those years without Tamara. True, she had Shannon with her daily, but it was not the
same. Tamara was a part of her heart, and when the teen no longer had her near, her existence seemed empty. Only recently,
when her ex-lover returned did it feel like life had returned to her spirit. Yes, the African woman could be difficult at times, but
Aurore had learned that this was simply her nature. Although Aurore had never argued again with her, she would simply tease
the woman in order to bring some humor into their lives. With a mischievous smile, she glanced down at her female lover.
“Why, Tamara, you should have been a scholar!” Aurore sarcastically shot back.
The African woman looked up at her surprised. Her exquisite features suddenly grew bright as a smile crossed her lips. With a
slight tilt of her head, she merely said, “Thank you so much for such a compliment. I would have been honored to have been a
scholar!”
“Arggggg, Tamara, you are just so…so.…” but Aurore couldn’t finish.
“I don’t understand why you can’t appreciate what you have here,” Tamara looked up at Aurore with a serious expression and
then pointed to the book in her lap, “take this one, for example.” She held the book up and began to read.
“And what is man — that boasted demigod? Do not his powers fail when he most requires their use? And whether he soar in joy
or sink in sorrow, is not his career in both inevitably arrested? And whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity, does
he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of his cold, monotonous existence?” the melodic voice of the African woman
rose in the air. When she finished, she glanced up at the two figures.
Shannon looked at Aurore with an arched brow. The smile at the corner of his lips threatened to grow. As a giggle escaped her
control, Aurore looked away and glanced back at Tamara. The African woman only shook her head as she looked back down at
the book.
“How can you not appreciate such humanly mortal angst? Granted, it loses some in the translation, but the basic meaning still
remains, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe knew human angst!” Tamara’s voice was filled with awe as she gazed lovingly at the
pages. “Why, never before has the whole human condition been so eloquently encapsulated!”
Aurore mimicked the black woman’s words and then rolled her eyes. When Tamara looked up at her, the teen smiled sweetly as
she took a hold of Shannon’s hand. The lithe man took a few steps down the ladder and joined the pixie woman.
“Come on Shannon, lets go have some fun and leave Tamara to her books,” Aurore chuckled as she began to lead the man from
the dark library. When she glanced down and saw his bulge, she coquettishly giggled, and said, “Tamara, if you ever get bored,
come and join us. I bet Shannon has enough for both of us!”
As they walked out, she thought she heard the woman mutter, “Children!” before the library doors closed.
They had only made it a few paces before Aurore had Shannon backed into the wall. Reaching up, she kissed him deeply even
as she began to push the elastic of his shorts down. They were so attuned to each other that words were not needed. Her sex
drive, as insatiable as her need for fresh blood, was always with her. Mirroring her desires, the young immortal man moved
against her eagerly.
After he gripped her bottom, Shannon easily lifted Aurore from her feet and carried her the short way down the hall. Once he
deposited her on a small table that was lodged in a corner, he pulled away and smiled at her as he pushed her nightgown up
around her waist. His hand took the tip of his penis and he began to guide himself into her.
“Is this what you want, my little kitten?” Shannon huskily asked as Aurore pushed her hips toward him, and then clenched her
inner walls to pull him deeper into her.
“The question should be…” Aurore gasped as she began to move against him, “is this what you want?” Her words brought a
slight chuckle from him, before his hips began to move in earnest.
As they mated, Aurore pulled Shannon’s bare skin close. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she felt him deep within
her. With his lips so close to her ears, she felt each breath he took as he grunted in pleasure. Before she closed her eyes, she
heard a slight noise from the corridor and glanced up in time to see the group of the female servants standing nearby.
Aurore noticed their look of shock and the way their eyes remained riveted on them. She could almost smell their mortal arousal
as they watched the two vampires mate. With a smile, the teen bared her sharp teeth and allowed them to see the full powers at
her disposal. After releasing a slight growl, she latched onto Shannon’s neck and drank of his immortal blood. At this
heightened sensation, the blond man cried out in pleasure as he gave one final thrust before releasing himself into her.
Yes, Aurore always enjoyed seeing the mortals’ look of awe and fear. Nothing made her happier than toying with the emotions
of such wretched creatures. While Tamara held admiration for them, the immortal teen held nothing but contempt. To her, they
were simply pets to be played with and then disposed of.
In all of her decades of immortal life, Aurore never understood why some of her own kind would cherish mortals. It disgusted
her whenever she saw Briannon with her mortal pet. Just thinking of the Irish woman coddling and protecting such a creature
made her sick to her stomach. Although she could understand the woman’s need to have someone to feed on, Aurore could tell
that there was more to their relationship. Every time the mortal was seen wearing new clothes and jewelry or driving the latest
car, the message that Briannon sent to everyone was clear. Not only was this mortal her pet, but she was also cherished. This
did not seem right to Aurore. You could play with the humans and even keep them around as a constant source of nourishment
but to treat them with respect – never.
With all of her emotions bottled up, Aurore allowed these fleeting thoughts to cross her mind as she felt the pleasure from
Shannon’s body. Even as he groaned in delight, she whimpered when she felt herself reach her own orgasm. When it was
over, he withdrew from her and smiled as he pulled up his shorts.
“Let’s go upstairs for some more,” Shannon smiled as he glanced over his shoulders. “Did we have an audience, love?”
