Memories
Portland, Oregon
Pigeon University
Two days passed since Lisa engaged in a threesome with her son and his girlfriend, Indigo. The memory still fresh on her mind she touched herself. She was sitting in her main classroom at the university, panting softly to herself. Her nipples poked through her blouse, displaying her excitement. Her clitoris was aching to change between her legs so she could stroke herself in a quickie. For now, rubbing her thighs together would have to quell her desires.
The university got its name from the unusual number of pigeons that congregated around the university grounds. The seasons where most of the pigeons gathered around the university were summer and autumn. It was early spring, so there was a normal number of pigeons, normal meaning hundreds of them. Sometimes, there would be so many of them, that the entire track field was full of them, just pecking around on the ground picking up scraps of food students dropped from eating outside. Some were so unafraid around humans that they would pick food right out of the hands of students and teachers. You would think that the school would want to get rid of the many pigeons, as the amount of poop they would leave behind could be a health hazard, but that wasn't the case here. The birds rarely pooped on the grounds of the university. Instead, they did their business outside of the university grounds, in and around the city. No one knows exactly why they avoid pooping on university grounds, they just don't.
Lisa's regular work schedule consisted of either teaching from the morning to the afternoon or from the afternoon to the evening. She was an anthropology professor. Her class ended early due to a low student count, but before she packed up her things to go home, she decided to use the time to grade some papers. The topic was the renaissance and an in-depth study of how life and society functioned in that period. Thinking about the renaissance made her reminisce about the time she attended a vampire ball in 1200 AC. During that time, the legendary race known as vampires, were at their largest in terms of numbers, numbering roughly fifty thousand members with over one thousand covens spread across Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. She could still clearly recall the events of that night...
*
The year was 1200 and Lisa was at a vampire ball that was being held in the palace of a vampire king. She was dressed in a yellow and white ball gown dress. Her hair was a little longer than it was in the present and she kept it in a half up fishtail French braid style as was custom for the period. She stood among a crowd of beautiful women who were dressed in the same fashion as she was. Their hair colors ranged from black, brown, red and blonde, and were styled in either long soft waves or intricate braid designs pinned around their heads. The men sported short to medium length hair, and curiously they all had deep dark hair, of either black or brown tones.
The women and men around her were all pale, like untouched snow. They were strikingly beautiful and handsome. Their skins were flawless and radiant. Piercing blue or green eyes magnifying their superior features. Ancientness radiated from every single one of them. Although, none were as ancient as she was.
A young vampire waiter carrying a silver plate with both blood and wine-filled glasses offered her a drink. She winked at him as she took a glass of wine for herself, a devilish smirk crossing her face.
"Vampires are a curious race," she softly whispered to herself, sipping from her glass.
"It sure is strange seeing a non-vampire and coven member attending one of our balls," a man's voice said, breaking her thoughts.
"And it's strange not seeing hunters raiding this place and sticking silver stakes into all of your hearts. If the hunters won't get to you then the Archangels will." Lisa shot back.
"Dear, who is this beautiful creature?" asked a woman.
"I was just finding out myself, beloved, though I'd be careful with her, she's got claws and fangs herself" the male vampire replied.
"Have we seen you before? Are you from the coven in France? There are plenty of blonde vampires in France." enquired the unknown female vampire.
"No, I'm not a vampire. I am a fallen angel."
"Oh...OH! But you're a woman? I have never seen a fallen one in the body of a woman. How fascinating!" said the female vampire.
"I assure you there were many women who fell in the first and second fall. We fell, but we are not damned to stay on earth. Unlike me, your kind will never enter heaven or hell after you die, but your spirits will remain eternally on the Earth as disembodied spirits along with the spirits of the Nephilim" Lisa said sharply.
"Considering our damned fate, we intend to enjoy ourselves to the absolute fullest. We never turn down an encounter this life has to offer" said the female vampire, licking her lips.
Lisa, now starting to understand the couple's intentions, smiled invitingly at them both. She could already feel the blood pulsing in her clitoris between her legs.
"Tell me fallen one, do angels enjoy sex?" the male vampire asked her outright. "I know the answer of course. Everyone here knows the story about the two hundred who came down to earth, however as my beloved here mentioned, we have never come across a female angel before."
"As a matter of a fact sir, I do enjoy sex. I have indulged with many humans during my time here on earth. But when I'm having sex with humans, I must be incredibly careful with them. They are so fragile, especially amid my many orgasms."
"What a pity, I feel for you. You are still so very unsatisfied; I can feel it. Your body is speaking to my senses" the female vampire told her as she caressed the side of Lisa's face softly.
"Yes, I have been very unsatisfied this lifetime," Lisa whispered back at her.
The male vampire grinned, lust for Lisa filling his eyes, "How about coming back to our chambers with us. We would love to enjoy your company, what do you say?"
"Sounds divine" Lisa answered him, "This should be an interesting encounter. Vampires are far more durable than the strongest mortals I have laid with. Even the heroes of legends were barely able to get me off."
"My beloved and I are definitely durable," said the male as he gestured to the door.
Lisa smirked and followed the couple.
*
Back to the present, Lisa was in her car, on her way back home. She dialed Albert, "Hey darling, it's mom. Would you like some takeout for dinner? Or would you like me to make you something?"
"Takeout mom, that sounds awesome," Albert answered.
"Anything for my prince."
After memorizing what Albert wanted, she drove over to the restaurant he requested. She parked her car in the parking lot and walked inside.
-Red Crescent Restaurant-