The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (2 page)

Straightening up my body and elevating my chin to look at
her face on, I responded with all the confidence I could muster.  “Very well. 
I agree to the entirety.  I am feeling a bit tired.  May I retire to my chamber
now?”

Lucia stared at me as though she was astounded by my
response, as though she had expected— wished even— that I would have chosen to
do the opposite.  However, I decided not to let her get to me, writing it off
as she was likely rather jaded from being in a place such as this for God knows
how long. 

I wonder if she was once a performer here?
 

Then, just as quick as the idea had entered, I decided I
simply could not fathom it, and dismissed the notion altogether.

After quietly gaining her composure, Lucia stood and
muttered, “Certainly.  Follow me.” 

Following her down the long corridor of identical doors, I
wondered how many rooms— how many other performers— there could possibly be! 

At last, Lucia stopped before one of them, turning to me as
she pushed down upon the lever.  “This will be your suite, Gretchen.”

As the door pushed opened, I gasped at the room before me. 
It was so much larger than it would have appeared from the outside, than I had
ever imagined it would be.  In fact, it was downright expansive!  I had known folks
back in my home country whose entire homes were not the size of this room!

My eyes fluttering over it, I strove to take it all in.  The
showpiece of the room was a massive, hand carved wooden bed, the four posts
towering towards the high ceiling.  It was ensconced in plush velvet bed
curtains, a deep red, as it seemed with everything else there.  I felt a
transient shudder run through me at the unexpected reminder of blood.  The bed
was clothed in linens of an exotic white silk, the only fabric I had seen in
this place thus far which was
not
red.

This impressive bed was situated upon a sprawling
intricately patterned exotic rug, likely from a far off Asian country, I presumed. 
The walls were covered in an ivory jacquard fabric which shimmered quite fascinatingly
in the reflective flickering of the candlelight.  The great span of windows was
framed in corresponding velvet curtains as the bed— yet
more
red.  My
eyes moving about the room, I noticed that over in the far corner, situated
beside an imposing stone fireplace, was a tub for bathing fashioned of moulded
marble.  Though I had come from a reasonably well-off family— and we were
fortunate to possess a tub, though it was a metal one— still I had never seen
anything quite like it.

“I trust this will be to your satisfaction?” Lucia asked
indifferently, though I understood it was not really meant to be an actual
question, but rather an obligatory confirmation. 

“Yes, thank you.  It exceeds my expectations,” I replied, my
voice full of enthusiasm.

“Well, for
that
I am relieved,” she responded, the sarcasm
bleeding into her tone.  “I certainly would hate for you to become disenchanted
with us.”

The foulness of her sudden attitude prompted me to look at
her rather oddly.  Ignoring me, Lucia went on, “I shall send a handmaiden to
you presently.”  With that, she turned and was off without so much as another
word.

Bristling against her coldness, I tried to brush it off,
telling myself what did
she
matter to me, besides.  Turning to my room,
I regarded it once more before going to the bed and lying down for a spell.  It
had been quite the day!

The several days to my debut performance seemed to fly by.  I
must have went over the endless possibilities in my mind a dozen times.  Every
time I passed a male performer in the corridor, I could not help but wonder if
he
would be the one I would relinquish my virginity to.  When, at last the day
arrived, my stomach was all tied up in butterflies as I ate my afternoon meal,
knowing that by the time I was finished, the assignment list should be up for
viewing. 

Trying to keep my nerves steady, I slowly made my way to it,
reminding myself to breathe.  Finally, there I stood before it, the long scroll
of paper with names written in careful script all over it.  Running my finger
down along it, I thought I would never find mine, until at last, it jumped out
at me. 

Gretchen— Debut
performance with Vincenzo.

Vincenzo… hmm.  I wonder which one he is? 

Surprising myself, I actually was a bit disappointed that I
had not been assigned to a more exciting lineup, such as
two
men.  But
then, I reminded myself, there would be many more nights in which I would
surely have the opportunity to get my fill of decadent sex of all sorts. 

Not yet familiar with many of the other performers, I could
not help but wonder who my designated partner was.  I thought perhaps I should
ask around, but then quickly decided against it for fear of appearing daft.  I
would just have to wait until then to find out. 

Whoever he is, he better be good!  After all, this will
be my first time.  I certainly hope he will make it memorable.

To say I was not disappointed would be a stark
understatement, indeed.

I was trembling as I ambled onto the stage in the flowing
white gown in which they had dressed me, I presumed as a symbol of my purity. 
Already there waiting for me was one of the most handsome men ever I had laid
eyes upon.  Tall and extremely well built, he had black wavy hair which hung
down his neck and over part of his face, barely hinting at the striking green
eyes from which he stared out at me lustily.  Entirely nude, his rather endowed
manhood pointed to me eagerly. 

So
this
is Vincenzo.  Oh my!

With his glistening, bronzed skin, we made for quite the
contrast, which I was sure was not arranged by mistake.  It would make for all
the better show. 

Mister Tall,
dark and muscular takes the fair, young virgin maiden.

And though I had heard he was no more than twenty years of
age, he appeared to be every bit a man as many older ones I had known.  He was
the man most women only dream of having for a lover.  And here I was fortunate
enough to have him for my first.

The way Vincenzo stood there fixedly waiting, devouring me
with his penetrating gaze set my insides to liquefying, making me so
lightheaded, I thought I would surely faint right there on the spot.  However,
there was no way I was going to humiliate myself like that— or miss this
delicious opportunity before me.

Inviting me to him, he lifted his arm, reaching his hand out
to me.  By the time I had reached him, I was practically panting with anticipation. 
Immediately taking control, he wrapped his arm about my waist, abruptly pulling
me to him.  I gasped at the feel of his hot body against mine.  Towering over
me, he leaned down to look upon me.  Before I knew it, his lips were claiming
mine, his tongue seeking mine out hungrily.  I did not hesitate in accepting,
relishing the novel feel of his tongue dancing about mine.

God, he tastes good!

After he had thoroughly kissed me, making it clear that he
would have me, Vincenzo released his hold upon me, taking a step back.  My legs
severely weakened from his incredible kiss, I nearly collapsed.  Instead I
managed only a slight stumble.  His hands moved up to my chest, and grasping
the delicate fabric of my gown he pulled them apart, ripping it straight down
the middle.  I detected some restlessness from the audience as the gown fell
off of me and to the floor.  I felt a moment of sudden shyness as realisation
washed over me that I now stood naked before not only him, but also the
hundreds of Vampires in the audience. 

Vincenzo’s eyes raking hungrily over my body as they were, I
felt myself already growing impatient for this to commence.  Likewise valuing
the sight of him, I
wanted
him to take me.  I was beyond ready to know
the feel of a man claiming me with his cock, hard and ready to bestow me
pleasures which only a woman could know.

S
o many years had passed since that first night, since
my steamy deflowering on stage before the crowd of bloodthirsty Vampires.  In
those years, there was virtually nothing I had not seen, had not done.  I was fairly
confident I had grown completely numb to the Vampires whom I was required to
service and all of their varying idiosyncrasies. 

While I did not necessarily
mind
that part of my job,
still I had no particular attraction to them.  I merely tolerated them.  Some
were more pleasant than others, and some flat-out revolted me.  But most of
them just
were
.  

I certainly had never become entranced by one, or gave any
further thought to them after my duty was done and I left the room.

That is, until the night
he
walked into the club— and
right into my soul. 

As I mentioned earlier, I was in the middle of relishing my
performance with two of my favourite, most scrumptious males.  As the German
male moved away from my face to trade places with the Italian occupying my sex,
my view was opened up.  Before it happened, I had been whimpering, intensely
impatient to be filled again.  But somewhere amidst their transition, my focus shifted. 

Drawing me away from my carnal euphoria, I felt an
exceptionally penetrating stare from someone in the audience.  Turning my head
to the side I gazed out.  At once, my eyes were met with those of another’s and
there was no mistaking that it was he who had alerted my senses. 

Filled with an unsettling confusion, I forced my eyes shut
to try to refocus on the pleasurable sensations in my body as I felt a hard
male organ pushing its way inside me again.  Instead, my mind wandered,
thinking of
him
.

Strange, he is a
Vampire.  That
has certainly never
happened to me before.

Unable to stop obsessing over him and worse yet, to realise
what the two men were even doing to me any longer, I peeled my eyes open again.
 I was shocked, yet delighted— yet shocked at myself for being delighted— that
his gleaming blue eyes had never departed from me.  They were the most intense,
the most expressive eyes I had ever beheld. 

In that very instant I was utterly captivated by him.

Then, to my dismay, I was picked up and flipped over, the
Italian male coming forward and pushing his cock into my face, forcing my
concentration away from
him
.  Though I was no longer in the position to
see
him, nonetheless, with every move I made, with every thrust of them into my
body, I
felt
him watching me, making me involuntarily hotter by the
second.  I found myself wanting to keep eye contact with him, wanted to be
staring into
his
eyes while my body was being taken by them.

In such a daze I was over him that I had scarcely even
realised that they had finished with me.  Paying them little attention, I rose
up and quickly located him.  Easily spotting his long, wavy pale blonde locks,
with one last evocative look into his deep eyes, I exited the stage.

My heart began pounding in my chest as I raced back to my
chamber to cleanse myself of my performance.  I knew I had plenty of time
before I had to reappear for the selection process, so I decided to draw myself
a bath so that I would be fresh for him.  There was no question in my mind that,
after what we had obviously shared, he would be there waiting for me, to
request my services.

As I lay there in the bath, I could think of nothing else. 
Never before had I been so affected by someone.  I did not quite know what to
think of it.

I don’t know what it is about him.  Never has a man—
human
or
Vampire— gotten to me as this.  Sure, I have been attracted to
other men, intensely desired them even, and
relished my experiences with
them; but still, that was nothing like this.  That was merely a physical
desire, whereas this is so much deeper.  If my entire lifetime was to pass by
and never did I see him again, still I would not be able to shake this
impression he has marked upon me.
 

It is as though he has touched my very soul, though how
he has done that with nothing more than a mere look, baffles me.  If he has had
this big an impact upon me from a look alone, I cannot imagine how it will be
if ever I actually have the occasion to physically be with him, talk with him. 
Furthermore, paradoxically, the thought of not having that chance, already has
my soul aching for the significant loss it would suffer as consequence. 

Rather anxiously, I rose from the tub, becoming more excited
with each passing minute as I dried and prepared myself to go to receive him. 
I quickly smoothed my strawberry hair and slipped into my slinky, nearly
transparent, long silk dress.  Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I
smiled at myself in approval.  As I exited the grand room, my stomach filled
with butterflies.  By the time I arrived back at the performer’s lounge, my
head was so light, I could scarcely see straight.

Of course, I had to wait my turn to be presented for
selection, which only gave the butterflies more time to affect me.  By the time
my turn had come, I felt nearly nauseous!  Stepping up onto the platform, my
heart began racing within my chest.  I knew that the heightened reaction of the
blood within my body would serve to make the Vampires that much more crazy. 
Likely, they would all want me to select them.  Nevertheless, none of that
mattered to me. 

All that mattered was
one
.

I walked forwards, my eyes scanning the throng of zealous
Vampires crowded around the platform down below me, looking for the only one I
was here for.  Actually, I was somewhat surprised that I was having to look for
him at all.  I had expected he would be eagerly right in the front so that I
would not miss him. 

Not that I could. 

But then, reminding myself of his clearly enigmatic
personality, perhaps he was the sort he preferred to remain out of the bustle
of it all, choosing instead to stand patiently off to the side.

Ignoring the Vampires in the front who were shaking their
eager hands towards me, I scanned the sides of the crowd. 

I did not see him. 

My eyes moved to the centre, feeling the anticipation at
seeing him again any second rise within me. 

He was not in the centre either.

 Of course.  Someone as sophisticated as he would be
standing quietly somewhere in the back, maintaining his composure as a refined
gentleman rather than acting a fool as are these other Vampires.

Smiling to myself at my cleverness, I quickly shifted my
eyes towards the back of the crowd, skimming over each face, beyond ready to
behold
his
once again, to chance those eyes… 

When I came to the last one without finding his, a sinking
feeling began to creep up into my gut, disturbing the giddy butterflies flocked
there. 

No, this cannot be… he has to be out there!  I must have
missed him— though how I ever could, I do not know— or perhaps he has arrived
late.

Feeling less assured, I began the same process all over
again.  The Vampires were swiftly growing impatient for my attention, yelling
out at me, throwing their arms into the air, their hands in my face, making it
all the more difficult for me to concentrate. 

As I scanned through the crowd once more, panic began to
take over, settling deep in the pit of my stomach, killing off the rest of the
enchanting butterflies.

I do not understand.  How could he not be here?

Just then, the sound of Lucia’s irritated voice tore me away
from my brooding. 

“Gretchen, the Vampires grow restless.  Make your selection
now!”

Select someone else? 

The idea of such a thing was suddenly so foreign to me.  I
had not even considered it.  I had set out here tonight prepared for
him
,
not one of
them
!  All at once I felt nauseous.

Forcing myself to actually look at their faces, I suddenly
resented my duty.  I could not fathom taking another in the back tonight. 
Hastily, I perused the faces, seeking the most docile appearing one, in hopes
that he would take it easy on me.  However, I knew all too well how deceiving
their outward demeanours could be.  The thought of one of them touching me
suddenly had a sickening effect upon me.

Finally I chose the most harmless looking one, just praying
for this to be over with as soon as possible.  I am not even sure what he
looked like, for in that moment, it did not matter.

 I remained completely silent as he followed me back to the
VIP corridor.  Mechanically, I opened the door, and motioned towards the
settee. 

He went in and I followed, shutting the door behind me. 

When I turned around, he was staring at me hungrily. 
“Remove your gown,” he ordered.

Complying, I slipped the straps from my shoulders, letting
it fall into a pile of silk about my feet.  His eyes darkened as they roved
over my body, taking me in appreciatively. 

Nodding in approval, he patted his leg and said, “Come
here.”

I moved to him, his arms wrapping about me and pulling me
down to his lap abruptly.  As his hands claimed my breasts, I stared straight
ahead, detaching myself from the unwelcome experience.   Seemingly unaware of
my disinterest, he moved his cold mouth to them.  As he drew them in
ravenously, his hands descended down the line of my abdomen seeking the coveted
source of warmth nestled between my legs.

A shudder travelled through me as his cold fingers pried
greedily at my sex. 

Emitting a low growl under his breath, suddenly he flipped
me onto my back, forcing my legs apart, exposing me to the cold which emanated
from him.   The beast within taking over right before my eyes, no longer was he
the docile Vampire for which I had hoped. 

His hands hurriedly spreading my delicate folds of flesh, he
shoved his fingers up into me roughly, making me cry out.  Seeming to be fueled
by my reaction, he did it again, only harder this time.

My stomach twisted.  This was the last thing I had wanted
tonight.

Then making me sicker yet, he dove his face into my sex, his
cool skin pressed against the contrasting hotness of the tender flesh.  I
cringed as I felt his cold tongue darting all about it.

I wished desperately that I could simply fake orgasm and
expedite this.  But I knew that it would not be possible to fool a Vampire as
that.  They could smell it.  And they coveted the taste of it saturating our
blood with its chemicals of ecstasy.

What I did I know was that the sooner I reached climax, the
sooner this would all be over with.  That was all I had.  And I knew what would
get me there faster than anything else.

Him.

I wish I at least knew his name!

Though, it was not easy against the haphazard movements of
this orally unskilled Vampire, I managed to force him out of my surroundings
and brought in the one who had already come to possess my thoughts in such a
short time. 

Instead of
that
Vampire, I saw
his
long, wavy
pale blonde hair between my thighs, it was
his
tongue I felt exploring
me, pleasuring me.  And though I knew it would never be possible, I imagined
him coming up between my legs, his manhood hot and hard for me, and slipping
inside of me over and over again. 

Taking me. 
Claiming
me.

With the thought of that, I felt my insides tightening in
excitement, and finally releasing its wave of pleasure.  Unfortunately, this
excited the Vampire who had been busy between my legs, his grunting ripping me
away from my fantasy and and dragging me back to reality.

My orgasm still pulsating through me, I shuddered as he
slurped up my juices, greedily pushing his cold, stiff tongue up inside in
attempt to taste more. 

“You are so mouthwatering!” he remarked when he finally came
up from air.  “Far better than any other female I have tasted!”

I bet he says that to all the human women he is about to
devour!

 “Wait until you taste my blood!” I replied, trying to
encourage him to speed it along.

Not that he needed any encouragement.  A low growl emitted
from the Vampire and he was on me before I could breathe in, sinking his fangs
into my neck.  He was quite a bit rougher than I thought he would be.  But as I
said, one can never predict much of anything with these Vampires.

Biding my time as he drank from me, my mind automatically
took over and it was
him
who was drinking from me, taking what he needed
from me.  Never had I wanted to give of myself to a Vampire, and now I found I
wanted more than anything to give everything of myself to
him
. 

At last the Vampire had finished, releasing me abruptly.