"I'm glad the stories aren't all true. I love to see the glisten on the sun upon your skin."
 Clementina
smiled, eased into place at Annie's side. Her eyes invited the mortal to caress both orbs at
once and Annie did so, with a faint smile.
"Like most hunters, we're at our best in the dark. And there's something about the transformation.
We're more sensitive to direct sun than you."
Annie nodded, thinking. "Even from the first? Down in Africa?"
"That's right."
They kissed. Then Annie dipped her head. She began to swab the flat of her tongue back and forth
across Clementina's breasts. They were both ready and sensed each other's readiness as well.
Clementina undid the stays and untied the knots holding Annie's corset in place. It slipped away
and, with patient movements that had Annie panting throughout, the ageless beauty removed her
latest consort's last three petticoats.
Exposed and almost equal in their shared nakedness, they folded together onto their backs. Hands
moved, caresses were exchanged. I love you, Annie thought. I need you ! I can't wait another
second!
The mortal woman rose up. She straddled her lover, her darling and the very centre of her universe.
Annie stretched out, lowered herself, face-to-groin and groin-to-face.
Slow caresses, gently probings, short licks and long, tender kisses brought the two of them to
ecstasy as one.
Sighing, Annie allowed herself to be toppled over.
Clementina turned, dragging a sweaty and yet still-cool thigh across Annie's face. They faced
each other on their sides and
their tongues took turns, carrying each other's sweet essences back and forth.
"The one who did this," Annie murmured. "Made you this way? Was he really an Egyptian?"
"Ethiopian," Clementina corrected patiently.
"But he was an advisor to Pharoahs?"
"Ethiopia invaded, ruled Egypt for about fifty years. My mentor fled when the last Ethiopian
Pharoah was deposed. About six hundred B.C., from the present calendar."
"And he was..?"
"Like me. A taker of blood. A quiet ruler of men's souls. It was another three hundred years
before I was born and he found me, in a minor village of central Africa. I was his slave, both
literally and in the other sense, even after he made me immortal. He taught me the value, the
freedom of ruling without seeming to."
Annie nodded, touched her lover's hip. "Your first white? A Roman soldier?"
Clementina let out a deep breath. "I had left my first Master. Took a mortal, a merchant from
what became the Empire of Ghana. We went north. The last Punic War had just ended. Carthage was
gone. I was hungry and my consort lured a soldier from his post, with the promise of his black
whore's attentions for a few coins."
"and you let him?"
Annie gasped, her heart pounding as it always did.
"Him and the merchant and countless others across the centuries and continents!" Clementina's
voice rose, irritated by the mortal's excitement and moral questionings...
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