Hey guys!

I know! This story was supposed to be a one-shot. BUT I had an idea about fencing, and it would not leave my mind until I wrote something down.

Soooo, here you go. Another chapter of this story.

"Whatever are you reading, my dear?" Aro asked casually, his dark eyes never leaving the pages of his own book.

I glanced up at his words, my brain struggling to absorb his question. Suddenly, as I seemed to resurface, my ears were assaulted with the noise of the other patrons at the small cafeteria we were visiting. We were seated outside in the mild italian air, our table closest to the large front window of the small charming café. I had been so absorbed by my book that I had completely lost track of place and time.

I stared dumbly at him for a long moment, not quite sure what I should say. I had found the book in the Volturi's library yesterday, and it had instantly caught my attention, and I had barely been able to put it down since. Not because it was particularly good, but because it was interesting, being quite ahead of its time.

"I was only wondering, little one, because your heart rate is quite elevated, and there is a certain tang in the air, that I familiarised myself with not too long ago," he said casually.

I bit my lip, caught off guard.

Aro kept reading, as he patiently waited for my answer.

I glanced at the book cover. This one was fortunately discreetly bound, the faded text barely legible on the worn tan cover.

It was an old one, and I had never heard of it before. Apparently written more than 250 years ago, the book was quite a unique piece of work.

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, by John Cleland.

As I looked back up at Aro again, still contemplating what I should say, he finally looked directly at me, his head tilted slightly forward, his finger beneath his chin. His liquid black eyes bore into mine, and my breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. I suddenly guessed that he knew exactly what I was reading. I flushed deeply, and a tiny smirk danced across his lips.

"You should know by now, that even though I can't read your mind, I can still sense every change in you, even if we are in public," he murmured, suavely closing his own book and placing it on the table between us, just beside his cup, his smouldering eyes never leaving me. I gulped slightly. He casually leaned forward, and gingerly plucked the book from my now slightly clammy fingers. He glanced at the page I had been reading, his eyes skimming the text rapidly. Then he fixed his eyes back on my now flaming face.

"I certainly hope that your first time was more pleasant than this unfortunate young lady," he commented dryly, having just read the passage in which Charles takes Fanny's virginity in a rather brutal and not very pleasant way.

I didn't answer, my mind instantly transported back to the way Aro had seduced me in the library. Or had I seduced him? It was hard to tell. Even so, I certainly had no reason to complain. My introduction into sex had been rather intense, Aro's attentions had left me weak and trembling even before he had ever entered my body. A slow seductive smile spread across his features as he watched me relive the scene in my mind, the answer apparently plain on my features.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that you were left satisfied," he added, smirking at me, his fingers lingering on the handle of the still full coffee cup in front of him. He glanced at the text again.

"I remember when this was published," he said softly.

"It created quite the stir. The author was convicted and sent to prison for it, the contents deemed indecent. This was one of the only copies available at the time." Aro considered me for a long moment.

"What do you think of it, so far?" He asked.

I opened my mouth, not quite sure what to say. The book had been written by a man, the story told from a young girl's point of view, as she seemingly went from one sexually gratifying encounter to the next.

"I find it interesting, the way it seems to be far ahead of its time. As far as I know, female sexuality was not something men thought women were capable of enjoying. The language is a bit too flowery through," I finally said.

Aro nodded.

"On some points it certainly was ahead of its time. On others it was woefully misinformed and blatantly male centric. The bawdy way he kept describing the penis as machine and weapon was just ridiculous and repetitive. Also the fact that he portrayed women as unable to find pleasure without penetration of a penis, when the fact is so often the opposite. Women do not need the penis to find sexual release. I suppose the book is a portrayal of a young man's sexual fantasies, nothing more," he finished the sentence musingly.

I considered his words, quite agreeing with him.

"Also, the girl in the book was only 15," I said.

Aro considered this.

"Well, the age of consent is a lot younger in some countries than what you Americans are used to. There exist laws to protect these teens though. Not at the time this novel was written, of course. Times have changed a lot in 258 years," he said, musingly, closing the book.

"Sometimes I can only shake my head at how men were behaving at the time this novel was published. It is a wonder that women are ever attracted to our gender." He chuckled darkly.

"Does it count if the man in question is a vampire?" I asked, my mouth speaking the question before my brain got a chance to analyse it.

Aro gave a deep chuckle, shaking his head at the same time.

"I do not know, young one," he said, still chuckling.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"If it's any consolation, you did much better than this dude," I said, not able to contain my smirk and even less suppress my flaming cheeks, as I flashed back on my sexual debut with Aro.

"Why thank you. I was not too worried, your moans shall never leave my dreams," he said placidly.

I had been taking a sip from my coffee, but his words made me choke, I had to cough rather loudly to dislodge the misplaced fluids in my lungs.

He leaned forward, making sure I was okay.

"When I say dreams, I mean daydreams, as we both know, I do not sleep," he added suggestively. I was lost for words and was reduced to simply staring at him.

"How strange it is to dream of you, when I am always wide awake," He added silkily, making me shiver viciously.

Aro checked his fancy watch.

"Fancy a walk before we go home?" He asked smoothly, smiling wolfishly at me.

His tone alone made me shiver. It had been a couple of weeks since our session in the library, and though nothing had happened since then, there was definitely a certain tension between us. I'm sure he felt it too. I was definitely distracted by his presence a lot of the time. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed that he was doing his best to be in close proximity to me at almost every opportunity he got. He wasn't possessive, just very charming and attentive.

More than once, he had left me breathless and light-headed because he was able to wind me up very easily, possibly without even noticing. It was hard to tell at least, if he did it on purpose. It was nothing obvious. Just a lingering gaze or a gentle touch. Well, who am I kidding? I was practically constantly consumed with desire for him, so of course anything he did, my brain would interpret as something more than it most likely was.

Even so, his words had me tingling with anticipation. I had had more than one lonely night in my rooms, fantasizing about his touch, his kisses. I had even woken up while orgasming viciously, as he in my dreams had been plunging into my body again and again, my fingers clutching onto his shoulders for dear life, his silky hair tickling my face, his lips greedily at my throat.

"Miss Swan?" He said, a knowing smirk on his lips.

I started, coming back to reality rather abruptly.

"What's with the formalities? I think we moved past that when we…" I swallowed the rest of my sentence sharpishly, as his smirk only widened.

"My point is," I said, waving him off dismissively.

"You know me better than anyone, no need to use my last name," I added, blushing fiercely again.

Aro elegantly got to his feet, attracting the attention of several people at the surrounding tables, and a male waiter, getting some very thirsty glances from no less than 5 people, male and female. I barely suppressed a chuckle at their dazzled faces. Aro seemingly noticed nothing as he lent me his icy hand to help me to my feet.

"I do not know you that well, my dear, as it seems that I can't get a look into that fascinating mind of yours," he murmured, leaning down and brushing his lips against my cheek for a brief moment. His scent enveloped me as he did so and my heart slipped into overgear faster than an inflated balloon could burst out of water.

I hastily straightened my skirt and grabbed my jacket, as I followed the dark vampire. I felt the stares as we left the café behind to walk the small cobbled streets of Volterra. I glanced back at the table to check on our books, and saw they were already being picked up by a Volturi guard.

As we walked, Aro held my arm close to his side, his cold fingers lingering on the soft flesh just above my elbow. I enjoyed his touch, even though I knew it was less romance, than an actual precaution. I had had a few clumsy close calls since the library, and his closeness did wonders for my coordination. And not in a good way. The uneven streets were destined to make me stumble at some point, and we both knew it.

"I must say, my dear, I enjoy your company immensely. I am so happy that you decided to join me on this little day trip," he said pleasantly.

I didn't know what to say, so I nodded mutely. Earlier, he had found me in the library, and asked me if I would be interested in seeing the city. I hadn't been out much. I had cast a longing look at my book, and he had pointed out that I could bring the book along if I wanted to. And so I had agreed. A guard drove us through the city until we came to the small café. Aro had stopped the car just then, and he had insisted that we sit and read here. He had ordered a coffee for discretion, though not touching the dark beverage, while I sipped at mine once in a while. We hadn't spoken much, each getting lost in our books, until he asked me about my book. Then something had changed.

Aro gently nudged me sideways, guiding me through ever smaller streets, the space getting more and more cramped and dark. Turning another corner, I suddenly felt my foot lose contact with the tall curb, and I nearly toppled sideways. I would have too, if Aro hadn't caught me, and pushed me securely against the wall. Our faces were only a few centimetres apart, and I felt his sweet, cool breath as it skimmed my face.

"Dear me," he said, his voice silky through the shadows.

I felt his hands on my waist, as he held me propped up.

We were staring at each other, and I felt my heart rate increase rapidly in the few seconds it took for me to gain my bearings. He chuckled darkly as he held me, stepping a little closer, so that our bodies almost touched.

"Would you mind terribly if I kissed you right now, my dear?" He asked softly, peering intently into my face.

I blinked stupidly, shaking my head slowly up at him. Not at all. In fact I was craving it with every fibre of my being.

He smiled briefly, before he leaned down, his fingers under my chin, tilting my head back. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips, then pulled back slowly, before he kissed me tenderly again. I leaned into the kiss now, seeking more of him. He responded languidly, suddenly cupping my jaw and pressing me back against the wall, passionately plundering my mouth, his lips and tongue caressing every inch of me. He groaned softly when I placed my hands on his sides, my fingers grabbing his suit jacket fiercely as we kissed deeply.

He snogged me into a stupor, finally, pulling back, breathing harshly, his forehead resting against mine.

"I have been longing to do this ever since I tasted you for the first time," he said, licking his lips hungrily as he spoke.

"Me too," I said breathlessly, clutching onto his jacket more desperately. I wanted him to kiss me again.

"You are quite tempting, my dear. Your scent alone is extremely distracting to me. I hear you in your sleep, you know. Your soft moans, and my name gently falling from your lips as you sigh in your sleep. I can still hear your moans and cries as you came apart with your sweet thighs around my ears. I want to experience that again with you," he said, before kissing me again, his passion drowning my senses. His words flooded my brain with our last encounter, and I couldn't help but whimper gently against his lips.

"Sweet one, you are going to drive me insane," he growled, holding me close as he kissed his way down my jaw and throat.

He rolled his pelvis into me, and I suddenly felt his erection pressing into my lower stomach, and I gasped, groaning as I felt my body respond viscerally to his caresses. Heat flooded my system, molten hot lava settling in my lower abdomen and groin area. Aro cupped my ass, and with a grunt lifted me up, making me instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. Then his lips sought out mine again, as he pushed against me over and over, a series of deep groans emanating from his chest. Many long moments later, he pulled back somewhat, and let me down. Then he kissed me in the center of my forehead.

"We should get back. Evening is approaching, and we wouldn't want something to happen to you," he spoke softly.

I gave him a dubious look.

"How likely is it that something happens to me, while I'm with you" I asked him, smirking somewhat.

He gave me a wolfish grin, showing me his perfect teeth.

"Not very likely," he admitted.

"It was merely a pretence to get you back to the castle, so I may get to explore you more thoroughly," he said, his voice growing more dark with every word.

He kissed me deeply again, pouring every promise of pleasure into it, until I was whimpering softly again.

"Come, my dear, let's continue this back at the castle." Then he pulled me away from the wall, and down the narrow cobbled sidestreet.

As we entered the hallways of the castle, Aro cocked his head slightly, as he seemed to be listening.

"Ah!" He exclaimed softly, his voice sounding delighted.

"Can we take a detour, my dear?" He turned to me, his eyes alight with anticipation.

I wasn't too keen, more interested in what we had been planning on doing, but I nodded nonetheless.

His smile widened, and he took my hand, giving a soft kiss on my pulse point, before pulling me down the hall.

Not long after, we entered a huge, light and airy room. I glanced around. My gaze immediately fell upon Marcus, who was standing by the far end, one hand resting at the small of his back. In his other hand, he held an object I was not prepared to see here.

It looked like a fencing sword of some kind. I glanced nervously at Aro, who seemed to be focused intently on his brother's face.

As we approached, Marcus gave an elegant bow towards me, before he presented his other hand to Aro. Marcus held a sword out to Aro, the handle directed at him. With a smile, Aro took it, and let go of my hand.

"Bella, would you mind terribly if I accepted this challenge from my dear brother?" He asked, turning to her, whipping the sword upwards so it pointed directly into the air.

I stared for a long moment, before I shook my head slowly.

"Um... no, go right ahead," I said hesitantly, not sure if I should feel amused or disappointed that we had gotten interrupted for this.

Aro gave me a quick peck on the lips, and guided me to a chair by the wall.

"Best to keep out of the way, dear" he murmured as he gallantly took my hand and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles.

They looked awfully formal, as they approached each other. Then they bowed elegantly and the match began. Not that I could see much. They moved so fast that I only saw a blur of movement, not even knowing who was who or who was winning.

Three minutes later, Aro was at my side all of a sudden, scaring me so I almost screamed in fright. I looked up at him as he gallantly pulled me from the chair. He had not a hair out of place, and his dark suit was immaculate. I gulped slightly, as I took in his handsome face and body. Hopefully I would be wrapped around those hips soon. I shook myself mentally.

"Who won?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Neither," he answered, smiling down at me.

"Oh," I said, glancing at Marcus, who was at the other end of the room. He bowed courteously at me, then left.

"We have been having these matches regularly for the last couple of hundred years. We have yet to declare a winner," Aro explained, as he pulled me towards the doors.

We entered what I assumed must be Aro's rooms, and he elegantly helped me remove my jacket, as I looked around curiously. I had never been here before, and I felt insanely curious as to how a vampire king lived. We had entered directly into a sitting area, plush couches and armchairs placed strategically around a cozy fireplace.

"Let me show you around," he said, taking my hand.

He pulled me towards a set of double doors, to the right of the sitting area.

"This is my private library. You will find the rarest books here," he said, pulling me into the large room.

"It is also my office," he added, pointing casually to a huge desk.

I couldn't help but stare a bit at the surroundings.

"That's a big desk," I commented dryly, before I could stop myself.

He merely chuckled and pulled me back out into the sitting area. He walked across the room, aiming for another large door.

"This is the bathroom," he said, switching on the lights.

I gasped as I took in the huge room. It was nearly as big as my room back home. The tub was magnificent. And huge.

He pulled me back out, before I could get lost, and opened a third door.

"This is my bedroom, though I rarely use it," he added musingly.

I looked around. The bed was placed opposite a set of giant windows, the italian sunset visible in magnificent colour schemes. I gasped as I took in the display of nature's most beautiful show. I walked to the windows, gazing out at the stunning vista. Aro came up behind me, his chest against my back. Even nature such as this could distract me from why I was there. I turned around, and looked up at him. He caressed my cheek with his finger, his deep eyes roaming my face. Unnerved by his perusal I sidestepped him swiftly, and he followed me with his gaze.

"What is it with vampires and size?" I asked, gesturing towards the bed. It was ridiculously large. Kingsize had nothing on this beast, though I felt rather envious of the luxurious surroundings.

I felt him at my back again, a strong arm snaking around my middle to keep me in place.

"Are you objecting to the size of my bed?" He asked in a dark, silky voice.

I felt his breath just at my ear, and his tongue flicked out at my earlobe, languidly flicking it.

I took a deep breath as the simple caress had my head spinning.

"No," I managed weakly.

"Good," he said, pulling me closer still, making me feel his arousal.

"Because I intend to ravish you, my young il diletta, and that is going to take a lot of space."

I felt my stomach lurch at his words, and had no time to react, because he spun me around, lifting me up, so my legs wrapped around his hips. Then he proceeded towards the bed, easily depositing me there, before he with a hungry look on his features, began to remove his jacket, and then his necktie. I gulped as I stared up at him. Had I not known better I would have felt certain he was going to devour me whole. As it was he did in fact lick his lips, his black eyes taking in my body.

"I think you fail to realise how you have tempted me, Isabella," he said softly.

"Ever since I tasted that sweet nectar of yours, it has been the single most consuming thought in my mind." As he spoke, he leaned down, grabbing my hips and pulling my pelvis towards the edge of the bed.

He ripped my leggings off, divesting me of the garment without a second thought. He removed his shirt in a similar manner, and knelt by the bed, his face level with my already throbbing core. He pushed my skirt up, spreading my legs widely apart. He hadn't even removed my panties, and I could feel how wet I had become already.

"If you have any regrets, young one, now is the time to speak," he said, looking up at me from between my legs as he tied his hair half back.

I shook my head hastily, mouth dry with anticipation. Then I threw my head back, as I felt his mouth descend upon my vulva. He teased me through the thin fabric of my cotton panties, his lips tugging at me, his tongue prodding my clit head on. A ferocious cry escaped me, as I lost my sanity almost immediately.

"Yes, let me hear you scream," he murmured seductively into my heated flesh, only egging me on with his delicious caresses.

I felt my toes curl as a vicious shudder ran through me, his wet tongue swirling around my clothed centre was the most delicious feeling I had had since…. Well last time he had made me come apart like this.

My back curled sharply off the bed as I felt liquid, molten hot lava enter my lower region, and I knew this would be fast. I grabbed at the sheets beneath, my feet scrambling to find purchase, as he with absurd ease had me climax forcefully. As I came, he pulled the slight cover aside and lapped at my extremely sensitive flesh. The transition from indirect to direct was divine, and it took almost no effort to reach another peak. He spread my labia, his tongue delving inside for a second.

"There it is," he murmured passionately, tasting me on his tongue.

"Oh my god," I managed through gritted teeth, as I felt his fingers delve through my folds. He entered a digit, suckling at my clit simultaneously, and I jerked harshly, my pelvis rising off the bed as he fingered me gently.

"Are you complaining?" he asked darkly, a seductive chuckle rising through his chest.

As I was about to answer, he pressed his finger upwards, massaging a spot a few inches inside me. He gave my clit a deep pull, and I managed to scream out my answer, my body jackknifing violently on the bed as I came immediately.

"NO!"

"That is what I thought," he said darkly, languidly licking me until I stopped trembling.

He stood up, and divested himself of the last remnants of his clothes, looking at my pulsating core.

"Your labia has acquired a delightful hue," he said, smirking at me.

I didn't have time to look down and check, before he was on me. I felt him literally rip off my panties, and he gave a satisfied growl as he lunged forward with his hips, thrusting inside me deeply.

I felt his intrusion fiercely, as I was still rather new to this, having only done it once with him. Combined with it being a couple of weeks ago, his penetration stung quite a bit. A harsh grunt escaped me, as I curled around him, hanging on for dear life. Even so, he wasted no time, and pulled out all the way, before plunging in just a deep, just as fast, bottoming out within me, his cock hitting what I thought must be my cervix. It only took a few thrusts for him to have me keening loudly into his chest as he sent me hurtling over the edge, my body convulsing violently beneath him, my shrill cries bouncing off the walls.

"This," he began as he fucked me eagerly.

"Is exactly what I have been dreaming about, amore," he said, leaning on his hands, his hips rocking none too gently into me.

I barely heard him. I was completely insensate to anything but the rubbing and tugging sensation he was creating. The fiery tingle mixed with it was quite delicious, and I soon felt a knot inside my lower abdomen tightening again.

"Are you going to scream for me again, Isabella?" He asked, his deep voice resonating a cord inside me, his pelvis plunging deep and slow.

I bit my lip, my head tilting back. His lips latched onto my throat, his teeth scraping my skin, sending tingles throughout my body. The sensation was like rings in the water, suddenly meeting all over my body, making me jolt as he threw me into the abyss. I cried out, my fingers clutching onto the duvet beneath me.

He pulled out, and kissed me deeply, then flipped me over. I felt his tongue travel the sweep of my spin, licking his way down towards my buttocks. I groaned into the duvet.

"Do you have any inkling of how much I have craved you this fortnight?" He asked, covering my body with his.

"Hearing your gentle moans in the nights," he said seductively. He entered me with a harsh grunt and began to thrust again.

"Knowing that I was the source of your pleasures. Tell me…" His hand came down beneath me, his fingers delving through my folds, rubbing at the top where my clit was gladly receiving his caresses.

"Did you wake up all wet and ready for me?" He asked.

His words were so deliciously filthy and they did just as much as his physical caresses. I was moaning deliriously, my fingers keeping a death grip on the covers beneath me.

"No need in denying it, my sweet Isabella. I could smell you, you know," he added.

"Your scent has haunted me for a long time," he said, his breath becoming increasingly short as he began to pound into me.

He pinched my clit gently, making me come apart, just as he too groaned deeply, spilling himself deep inside me. I felt completely spent. Suddenly Aro pulled me up from the bed, cradling me in his lap, my back towards his chest.

"I am not quite done with you yet, tesoro," He said, as he penetrated me again, making me arch so sharply that the top of my head rested against his shoulder, while he languidly fucked me in slow deep strokes.

"Not by a long shot, am I going to relinquish you any time soon," he added darkly, his teeth at my throat.

Translations:

Il diletta (Italian) = Beloved.

Amore (Italian) = Love.

Tesoro (Italian) = Darling.

I would simply love to hear your thoughts. It was quite fun to write.

BTW, I read Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, by John Cleland, (or Fanny Hill, as it is also called) a very long time ago. I can't remember much on it though. Lol! Have you read it? What did you think?

Let me tell ya, I'm pretty beat. I have written almost 10.000 words today. I think I will stop for now. To updates in one day should be alright, by any standard.

Cheers!

-Pancakes