Maybe you're asking yourself, "Wait, I thought vampires couldn't eat, how could you have brunch?"

Or maybe you're not-- I don't know what knowledge or halftruths you have been fed... other than the halftruths I've fed you so far in this book itself, of course.

Come to think of it, if foodplay really turns you off, you might want to skip to the next chapter? It wasn't usually my favorite kink... but when it came to Aurelie....

Truth is, I got vicarious enjoyment from watching Aurelie eat. I'm not even sure it was particularly sexual, at least, usually.

I don't know if it was the sheer emotion expressed across her face at every bite, my lifethreatening crush on her, the fact that I tended to imagine what things tasted like when I saw people eat them, or that she was using some sort of Fae powers to share her senses with me, but regardless, it was more satisfying to watch her eat than to eat myself.

Technically, I could like, lick things, and pick up the flavor... but somehow it just wasn't the same. If I had still been a mortal, I probably could have starved to death while watching her eat.

Aurelie opened the door for me, technically inviting me in, and we both sat down in an out of the way booth as Aurelie made eye contact with the waitress. She came, soon, and we ordered-- her: pancakes, with a variety of fruit syrups, coffee miel(that's coffee sweetened with honey), and several side orders of bacon. Me: a couple of fruit danishes (apple and cherry), a cream soda, the corned beef hash with toast and eggs.

Going together, we both got to look normal, me, despite eating nothing, and Aurelie, despite devouring everything. I suspected, given how Fae interacted with reality, she could've devoured every last bit of food in the cafe with equal gusto, and maybe all the staff, as well... but she was always a very delicate eater.

She looked over to me with a smile, and tapped her fingertips on the table. "Would it be too cruel...?"

It wasn't clear if she was talking to me or herself,  or what her plan was, but I smiled confidently, and waved my hand airily. "Go for it."

"I didn't get to cum yet. So I'm not going to start eating until you get underneath the table and start licking me."

I was taken aback. "That's hardly fair..." Getting to see Aurelie eat was one of my great joys in life, and she'd deprive me of it!? Maybe I should've made her cum before just using her body as my masturbation toy, though. "...besides, the tablecloth isn't that long-- what if the waitress checks back on us?"

"What if she does?" A playful smile danced across Aurelie's lips. "The food will get cold."

"If we can't come back here," I retorted as I slid down under the table and pushed up her dress again, "I'm blaming you."

"Blame away. You better make me cum quick before I finish everything."

Despite her words, I wasn't that aggressive-- it's not like Aurelie could be won out by sheer force, regardless, and I wanted to make her impressed with me even more than I wanted to watch her eat.

I kissed and nibbled softly at her inner thigh as I slid my hands over her hips, and then gave her pussy lips closed-lip but passionate kisses, before returning to tease her thighs again. I was happy to tease her for minutes, getting just a taste of the honey that was gathering between her legs before returning to nibbling at her inner thighs, and I could hear her breathing getting unsteady between bites of the food I should rightfully be watching her eat.

Finally, she grabbed me by the air, and shoved me hard against her pussy, and I started to eat her out in earnest, now licking and thrusting my tongue inside her aggressively.

One advantage of being a vampire, or I suppose some other kind of undead, is that you don't need to breathe-- I could continually use my full abilities against her as she held my head against her crotch, and I could hear her softly moaning, muffled, her mouth perhaps covered with the back of her hand or one of the place's red cloth napkins.

I heard approaching footsteps, and the waitress's voice, "Ah, I can see you're still busy with your food, I'll check back with you later." She sounded a little flustered... no doubt I was not entirely invisible under this table, but with my head between Aurelie's legs, I couldn't really judge that.

"No, no... come closer." Aurelie's voice was utterly enchanting, possibly literally, and I devoted my tongue to her anew as she noisily kissed our waitress... no doubt she had reached up and taking her by the hair, just as she had me, and now her lips were kissing her.

I was annoyed, this was supposed to be our time together, and I didn't know why she was toying with me like this... but it was arousing, too. I wished I had at least paid more attention to what our waitress had looked like, so I could better visualize and imagine the taste the two of them kissing.

"Jealous? It's not like we're in an exclusive relationship." She said my name here, but my name actually can't be displayed in any form of text. That includes nicknames, I could call myself -----, but as soon as I thought of it as something to reference me by, it'd just come out as ----- no matter how many times I tried to type it. See? It's happening already. So we'll just leave my name out of it.

I couldn't answer her, so I started to try to pull my head back, but she just shoved me more viciously against her pussy and crossed her legs behind me, making it perfectly clear that she wasn't going to let me go until I made her cum.

Her thighs pressed against either side of my head, threatening me, perhaps, with her strength, she could easily crush me if she wanted, and I was helpless to do anything but continue to lick her.

I reached beneath my own skirt to rub at my very hard cock as I continued to pleasure her, doing my utmost to thrust my tongue just where I thought she wanted, until finally she came, screaming out in pleasure, and squeezed her thighs against my head until everything turned white in pain and pleasure, and I thought I was going to die even as I came all over my skirt and the floor and the wood of the booth in front of me.

Her legs slowly loosened, and I panted -- yes, yes, I don't need to breathe, really, but sometimes you're just overwhelmed by an experience, you know?

"Lick all your cum up, we don't want anyone to catch on," said Aurelie pleasantly, putting her booted foot on my head and pressing it down right to where my cum had spilled on the floor. I obeyed her, cleaning up my cum for her, than even licked my hand and the wood, and pulled my skirt up to lick it as well, before sliding out from under the booth and looking up at the waitress, who was staring down at me as I came out, red-faced. She looked like the sort of woman who you'd expect to see in a 1950s pinup, body-wise, although she was dressed a lot more conservatively.

Yes, I was paying attention now, just in case Aurelie kissed her again.

"If you want us to come back sometime," Aurelie said conversationally to her, "just tell everyone I stabbed myself with my fork. If you don't, say the truth, and we'll probably get kicked out for good." She cut a piece of pancake off with her knife and fork... clearly it was well-buttered, topped with strawberry syrup, and a dollop of whipped cream as well, I hadn't even noticed it came with whipped cream...

Aurelie licked off a bit of the cream before holding it up to our waitress on her very sharp-looking knife, not the butterknife we were served. "C'mon. You know you're going to cum three times to this tonight, you might as well be our partner in crime."

The waitress hesitantly leaned forwards and very carefully ate the bite of pancake off the knife, her eyes not leaving Aurelie's for a moment. A little tremor ran through her body, and she gasped and blushed, and pulled back, bleeding slightly from her lip where the knife had cut.

Aurelie offered the knife to me, and I licked it clean. She tasted pretty good, clearly healthy and active from the taste, and I got a hint of butter and strawberry flavor along with the much richer and more savory flavor of blood... but it just made me glance over to Aurelie, thinking of the one night so many years ago when I had drank her blood. Compared to that, our waitress's blood hardly compared.

Our waitress looked between us with wide eyes, and finally managed to get out, "Will there be anything else?"

"No," said Aurelie firmly. "Not for today. We have quite a bit of food left to finish, after all." She reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, pressing it into the waitress's hand, and ran her fingers up her arm slightly. "Whatever is left over is your tip. Have yourself a good time tonight."

Our waitress nodded, and backed off quickly, a mixture of disappointment and relief on her face.

"I wonder what her name was," I said conversationally as I watched Aurelie eat a bite of strawberry-syrup soaked pancake, her eyes closing for a moment with utter joy as the flavors swept through her mouth.

She finished her bite slowly and deliberately. "Oh, it was Jenny."

It wasn't. I also changed our waitress's name, just to be nice... still, Jenny sounds like the sort of name she'd have, right? So let's call her Jenny.

I stared at her, impressed. "...you just know these things?"

She laughed merrily. "No-- she has a nametag. Is your head okay?"

I tilted it to one side and then the other, carefully, experimentally. "It'll regenerate."

She took a strip of bacon and took a delicate bite from it, her body wriggling slightly in joy from the fat and the crunch and the joy of being part of the cycle of life through the devouring of other creatures.

This is why I had to watch her. How can you be alive for so many millennia and still take utter joy in the small things?

Even other Fae I had met in passing weren't like this. But then... maybe this was all an act put on to enchant me.

If it was, it was working pretty well... really, I was willing to believe wholeheartedly in any illusion she showed me, if it made her happy.