“That’s it, you know you can’t resist me,” Aurore began to push against the woman until she was backed up against the hood of
the car. She slowly traced the outline of the San Madrone patch upon the woman’s uniform. When she saw the silver nameplate,
her finger traced the woman’s name.
“Officer Thomas,” Aurore whispered the name of the woman as she pressed closer to her. “Do you like women?” she asked, not
expecting an answer. “Well, no matter, it’s not like I’d care if you did or didn’t,” Aurore’s voice was like a melody as her hands
began to roam freely over the woman’s shirt. She felt the hard bulletproof vest hidden below the black shirt. With an angry
growl, Aurore ripped the shirt in half, and then easily tore through the bulletproof Kevlar jacket with her superhuman strength.
Realizing that Aurore was no average human, the woman’s eyes grew wide before she began to pant hard as more sweat broke
out on her forehead. Over and over, she tried with all her strength to free herself from the mental confinement that Aurore placed
her in. Suddenly amused, the immortal teen released a maniacal laugh as she ripped away the woman’s sports bra.
“Don’t worry, Officer Thomas, you’re going to enjoy this,” Aurore huskily promised as her fingers began to knead the woman’s
full, soft breasts. “After all, I wouldn’t want you to die without experiencing all that life has to offer, now would I?” But Aurore
did not wait for an answer. While the male officer watched, frozen by her mental powers, she took the woman and used her for
her own delights. As if she were nothing more than a toy, Aurore positioned the woman upon the hood of the squad car and used
her for her own needs.
With each whimper of pain and pleasure from her captive, Aurore remembered the sounds that Sahar had made, and a smile
crossed her face. The only thing that would have made the whole experience sweeter was to see Briannon’s face when she
discovered what had happened. But since she could not, Aurore promised herself that she would gain satisfaction from the lives
of these two mortals.
When she was finally finished, Aurore smiled as she licked the blood from her lips. A deep sigh of satisfaction escaped her
control as she glanced over the carnage that she had made. Although her belly was already full from Sahar’s blood, she drank
some more. When she had finished raping the woman, she took the man and drank him dry as she made her victim watch.
Glancing down at the woman she debated if she should drain her too, but she smiled, knowing that this was the better way to
leave her. If she survived the shock and cold night, the cop would have to explain why she had laid near her crashed car, her
clothes torn to shreds and weapons lying nearby. The residue of both pleasure and blood was crusted on her pubic hair and legs,
and her partner was nearby, his throat ripped out and his blood drained.
Pleased with herself, Aurore moved to the woman and knelt down. She smiled as she stroked her hair. “You can tell them
anything you want. Tell them a cougar got him, or a mountain lion, or better yet, tell them the truth, that a vampire of the night
drained him of his blood and raped you,” she began to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “But just remember this, Officer Thomas,
not all of your cries were caused by pain.” Aurore smiled as she stood up and looked down at the woman. With her toe, she
tweaked the woman’s pink nipple, and began to laugh at the fear emanating from her victim.
Without waiting to see what would happen with this woman, Aurore took a few steps and swirled in the wind. As her laughter
rose in the air her body transformed before the mortal’s eyes. When she felt the familiar wings, she flapped her arms and felt
herself rising into the air. As she flew through the air, she wondered what Shannon was doing. A part of her wished that he had
been with her so that he too could have joined in the fun. But right now, she was still angry with her grandmother. No matter
how much the old crone begged, she would not go home, Aurore promised herself. Let her come and beg me to return to take
over for her when she finally dies! A smile crossed her unearthly features as she soared toward the city limits of San Madrone.
As Aurore flew through the air, she felt the changing temperature. She realized that soon she would have to find shelter.
Understanding the sudden necessity, she began to fly over the familiar streets as she searched for the immortal that might still take
her in. When she came upon the abandoned warehouse, she began to circle it, and then slowly swooped down and landed on the
hard concrete street.
In a matter of seconds, Aurore found herself blinded by the bright lights of a multitude of motorcycles. She lifted her hand to
shield her eyes as she gazed around the crowd of women. Through the blinding light, she heard a familiar voice.
“So, what brings Miss Priss to our neck of the woods?” the woman’s words brought a snicker of laughter from the other women.
Aurore hissed and growled as she turned toward the voice.
“Calm down princess. I know you’re in trouble,” the leader of the group moved in front of the lights and then nodded to her
girls. At her signal, the lights were cut in half until the blindness went away.
When Aurore saw her, she felt as if time had stood still. Before meeting Shannon, she had spent a great deal of her time with this
woman. Of medium frame, with short, spiked hair and multiple piercings, the immortal Asian woman’s charisma was
intoxicating. With a seductive smile, Aurore moved in front of the biker.
“So what brings you to Destiny’s door?” the woman spoke of herself in the third person.
“Destiny, I need a place to crash for the day,” Aurore smiled as she reached up and lightly touched the woman’s cold cheek. “I
thought maybe you might be willing to let me crash, just for a bit.” Aurore’s hand touched her neck and ran down the gray tee
shirt, the palm of her hand resting upon the woman’s right breast.
“Destiny thinks that Aurore needs a place because she’s a wanted vampire,” the woman moved close to her, her eyes looking
lustfully upon the thin gown, “Destiny has never known a time when Madame Tuscany has sent out a call for her own
granddaughter. You’re wanted, and if the rumor is correct, the mortals will be hunting for you too as soon as they find those
cops that you toyed with.” At her words a slight muttering sound was heard from the rest of the women, “Why should Destiny
and her Vamps take a chance of risking the clan matriarch’s wrath?”
“Because.…” Aurore moved close to Destiny, her hand reached down and firmly grabbed the dildo that the biker wore under her
tight leather pants. “I remember how much fun you and your girls liked to have, and from what I’ve heard, there isn’t a single
one of you who can keep up with me,” her husky whisper promised as she pulled the phallus until the dyke was close against
her. Reaching up, Aurore pulled the woman’s head down until they were entwined in a kiss.
For Aurore, she knew that she had to make this the best kiss ever. Without these women’s help, she might not be able to find
shelter before the rising sun. Knowing this, she put all of her promises within her lips and tongue. When she felt Destiny’s hands
squeezing her breasts, she knew that she had the woman where she wanted her.
When they finally pulled apart, the leader of the group released a ragged sigh as she gazed down lustfully. Her hands continued to
knead Aurore’s breasts as her hips pushed against the immortal teen’s pelvis. With a rueful smile, Destiny tugged the smaller
woman to her by pulling on her breasts.
“You know that we’ll be letting your grandmother know where you are, don’t you?” Destiny asked.
“Yes, I assumed you would.” Aurore smiled coyly as she ran her fingers over the woman’s tattooed arms.
“Good, just so that you understand that. First thing at sundown, we’ll be taking you back to your grandmother, but until then,”
Destiny looked up at her girls. “There are enough of us to keep you out of trouble during the day,” she promised as she shoved
Aurore toward the open door of a nearby warehouse. “Marge, get the chains out. I want to make sure that the princess can’t do
anything to get away from us,” the leader ordered to someone in the darkness, then smiled down at the immortal teen, “Don’t
worry, I remember how hard you like it and I promise, you’re going to enjoy what my girls have to give you.”
Despite the threat, Aurore felt a flutter within her stomach. The wetness that was her friend began to build between her legs.
Yes, tonight she would have to face her grandmother, but for today at least she would be able to have fun, which is really all that
she wanted to do. She simply wanted to be able to enjoy all of the gifts and pleasures that her immortality gave to her.
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