The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (5 page)

Noticing my injured reaction, a sympathetic smile touched upon
his lips.  “On second thought, what kind of gentleman would refuse such an
enticing offer?”  His smile transformed into one slightly more lascivious as he
moved closer.  “Close your eyes, Gretchen,” he whispered into my ear.

I did, my pulse already quickening for him.  My heart leapt
with joy as I felt him move in closer to me, wrapping his arms about my body.  I
felt the prominence of his hand upon my face, gently tilting my head back.  His
hands were cool, but for once I did not care, for his mere presence had ignited
my insides!  I leaned my head back further to allow him unencumbered access to
me. 

Scarcely a second after I perceived the smoothness of his
face against my neck, I felt his teeth pierce into me, causing me to sigh into
his ear.  Never before had being bitten by a Vampire instigated so much desire
in me.  All at once it seemed to flood my body, even as my blood simultaneously
flowed out of it.

In that moment, I was elated to be serving him, that he was
taking
my
blood into him, that
I
was the one to nourish his need for
subsistence. 

Somewhere during this— without my sanctioning of it— my lust
for him metamorphosed into something else.  It was as I presumed it must be
with a mother nursing her newborn babe.  I wanted to be the one to fulfill all
of his needs, wanted him to seek it out from me…
only
me. 

In response to the feel of his strong arms around me, his
soft hair brushing my cheek, his full lips upon my neck, his teeth nursing from
my vein, my resulting pleasure swiftly began gathering within my core. 

I did not even realise I had begun moaning so heavily.

“Oh yes, my Lucius,” I crooned involuntarily as the heat of my
pleasure ascended in me.

And then rather abruptly, he released me, pulling his mouth
from my neck.  So caught up in the experience was I, my head so light, that I
stumbled.

“I must go,” he declared almost severely.

At first, I could not decipher the meaning of his words.  My
head was in a fog, whether from the pleasure of what I had been experiencing or
from the lack of blood. 

“No…” I whimpered, distressed at the thought of being
without him.  “Will I see you again?” I requested with a pout, immediately
hoping I had not come off as desperate.

“Perhaps…” he said as he reached the door, roving his eyes
over me hungrily one last time as he opened it. 

And with that Lucius turned away and went through the door,
shutting it behind him before I had the chance to say another word.

Stunned, I dropped down upon the settee. 

How could he just and leave me so abruptly like that?  I
mean, certainly lots of other Vampires have acted that way as soon as they have
been satisfied, but it did not matter to me.  I was always relieved to be rid
of them.  Besides, he had acted as though he did not even want that.  And I was
sure he was different… 

Suddenly the urge to cry struck me, but I quickly pushed it
back. 

No!  I am not that girl!  I do not weep over a man!

Oh, but he is far beyond a mere man…

If only things were more clear.  Instead, I feel even
more confused than I had before. 

The ache within my body reminding me of its presence, I
resolved I would have to do something about it when I returned to the privacy
of my chamber.

With a long sigh, I rose up and glanced reminiscently about
the room where he had been just moments before. 

“Oh, Lucius, will I see you again?”

When no one answered, I departed the room to get back to my
own to tend to those needs…

T
hat soon became unnecessary, as while making my way
through the corridor, I was passed by one of the Russian male performers.  He
shot a friendly smile my way.  I noticed at once that, like my Lucius, he
happened to have long, wavy blonde hair. 

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Lacking a smidgeon of rational thought in my current state,
my primal instincts seized control.  I turned and grabbed him, pinning him
against the wall.  A stunned look came over his face, but it was quickly
replaced with one of comprehension as with one look I communicated my intense
need to him.  I promptly crouched down and took him into my mouth.  He leaned
back and groaned as I sucked him as though I was famished, stimulating him to
full size in a matter of seconds.

Satisfied that it was just as it needed to be, I rose up and
planted myself against the wall beside him.  Looking over my shoulder at him seductively,
I breathed out huskily, “Fuck me! 
NOW
!”

Straining to wipe the startled look from his face, he shook
himself out of his stupor and moved behind me grasping me by the hips, so that
I could feel his muscular chest pressing against my slender back.  He wasted
not a second in plunging his long cock into my sex.  It was just what I
needed.  As he began to withdraw from me slowly, I slammed myself back against
him.

“Not slow,” I scolded him.  “I want you to fuck me hard and
fast.”

The Russian shot me another surprised look.  Then he got
ahold of himself and proceeded to drive himself in and out of me with all the
force he could muster. 

“Like this, huh?” he taunted in my ear.

“YES!” I screamed.  “Fuck me hard…
so hard
!”

My cries were so voluble I expected at any moment we would
have an audience.  But I did not care.  I just needed this.

Really
needed it.

Of course, it was not him I wanted.  In my mind, it was
Lucius taking me, giving me that which I had been yearning for from him. 
Swiftly I felt the tightening of my core.   I knew with one more thrust of him
into me I would have what I had sought from him. 

“Oh, Lucius, push your hard cock up into me as deep as you
can!” I begged roughly.

The Russian obeyed willingly, either too preoccupied to
notice that I had called him by the name of another or simply not caring. 
Withdrawing so slowly that I began to whimper, after what seemed much too long,
he thrust his long organ into my depths making me scream out as my insides
released their tension.

“Oh Lucius, God yes!” I panted breathlessly over and over.

Then I heard a low groan and feeling him pull out of me
suddenly, realised he was climaxing all over my back. 

Well, I could have done without that!  But I suppose he rightfully
earned his reward for helping me out of my bind…

“Thanks,” I muttered to him somewhat curtly, as I
straightened myself up and caught my breath.  Smiling at me, the Russian
continued on his way without any further words, for which I was grateful.  No
need to make more of it than it was now.

Returning to my chamber, I drew a bath for myself, my mind
falling back upon
him
.

W
ith even more vivid imagining of Lucius after that, in
the meantime, I continued on with my life at
Sanguelascivia
,
entertaining the ever changing variety of Vampires. 

The night following my cherished session with him, when
faced with the selection process, I just could not bring myself to choose a
male.  Suddenly, the thought of another male Vampire drinking from me or
manipulating my body made me feel ill. 

I would be perfectly content with never allowing any
Vampire to drink from my vein ever again— save for him.

My eyes grazing over the frenzy of hands waving in the air
for me, they moved past every male Vampire, finally landing upon the first
female they found.   She was small in frame, with almond shaped hazel eyes. 
Her long, sleek black hair made for quite a contrast against her ivory skin.  I
suppose you could say she was beautiful— for a Vampire, that is.

Making eye contact, I pointed at her, nodding my head in
acceptance.  She strode up to the platform, casting a superior leer at every other
Vampire she passed.  Making my way to the back of the platform I descended the
few steps to meet her.  Reaching me, she gave me a roguish smile and took my
hand, attempting to lead
me
, rather than the other way around.

“Please, allow me to lead the way,” I said cordially, trying
to make it clear that I was the one in charge.

Falling back a step, she merely chuckled as though she were
amusing a child.

Yes, the female Vamps definitely have their own
challenges.  How could I have forgotten?

While I always relished making love with a human female, I
had come to detest my encounters with Vampire females— sexual or otherwise.  They
were always on a power trip! Damn Succubi! 

Years earlier, I had one who used to come see me regularly. 
I could not stand the sight of her.  For two years I put up with that Vamp! 
Then when she offered me a position as her permanent live in blood servant, I
could not hold back.  I burst into laughter while she just stood there staring
at me, the fury rising within her eyes.  For a moment, I was sure she would
kill me on the spot for humiliating her like that.  Instead, she just smoothed
out her face, jutted out her chin, and turned and left, slamming the door
behind her.  

I never saw her again.  And was I ever grateful for that!

Not that I have ever been one to desire that arrangement
with any Vampire.  But I certainly would never consider such a thing with one
of
them
.  Most of the performers were waiting to jump at the chance for
that sort of arrangement.  But, it had never mattered to me that humans were
granted a taste of immortality when bonding with a Vampire master, so long as
they did nothing to break the bond.  No, I would prefer having my freedom—even
if it meant aging as a human and eventually growing old— to serving one of
them. 

Besides, I could never swear off the touch of a man, the
feel of his taut muscles beneath my fingertips, the feel of his rigidity pushing
its way up inside of me, driving me wild, sending me to heaven.

Reaching the room, I pushed down the lever on the door and
opened it.  Stepping inside, I turned to her and said, “Please, do make
yourself comfortable.”

As she sat down, I removed my robe. 

Her eyes roved my naked body just as would a male’s.  “I
thoroughly enjoyed your performance, Gretchen.”

Of course you did!

My show that night was an all-female foursome.  I, too, had
enjoyed it immensely, though even as I had my face immersed in a barrage of female
flesh, still
he
had managed to infiltrate my thoughts.

“You appear to be rather talented in the pleasuring of a
woman… but I will have to determine that for myself.”

“Most certainly,” I replied.  “What is your pleasure, Mistress?”

I only referred to her in that manner because I knew how
they loved it!

Her grin grew more licentious as she thought it over.  “First,
come closer.”

As she commanded, I stepped forwards.

Placing her cool hands upon my breasts, she cupped and
squeezed them, working her way to the centre.  “Lovely.”

I smiled at her in acknowledgement.  She leaned forwards and
took my nipple into her mouth, scraping her teeth along it.   It stiffened
immediately under her cool tongue.  While she sucked upon me hard, her other
hand migrate to my sex, her fingers working their way through my folds.   Just
barely brushing over my clitoris, she went straight to locating my opening.  A
chill shot through me as she impelled her cool fingers into me.

Well aware of how easily they offend, I was sure to affect a
moan for her.

Seeming quite pleased with herself, she said proudly, “It
seems you are already moist for your Mistress.”

“Oh yes, my Mistress,” I responded, playing the part.

“Your scent is delicious!  Let me taste you,” she declared,
pushing me back onto the settee.

Sprawling my legs apart abruptly, she pushed her face right
into my sex.  After having a moment to adjust to her cool tongue, I begin to
derive pleasure from her tongue lapping over my flesh.  As though purposely
avoiding my clitoris, her tongue darted about all over my sex, occasionally
just brushing over it.  Nevertheless, it swelled, making it increasingly more
difficult for her to ignore it.  Every sweep of her tongue over it stoked the
fire building up inside of me.  

Starting from the bottom, she glided her tongue up my slit,
prompting my labia to fall open.  Sucking my labia into her mouth greedily, she
plunged her fingers into my cunt, making me moan in pleasure.  Fast acquiring a
mind of its own, my pelvis wiggled in attempt to push my engorging clitoris
towards her tongue.  To my frustration, still she managed to avert it.  She was
driving me crazy and she knew full well what she was doing.  Even with her
fingers, though she drove them into me, never did she go just deep enough.

Even for all of her twisted efforts, I could feel the
sensation in my core gathering.  And as though she were entirely aware of it,
she stopped cold.  Stopped licking me.  Removed her fingers from me.  Nothing
more.  Instinctively, my hand moved to my sex to remedy the abandonment which had
left me whimpering.

“No!” she commanded.  I looked to her in shock.  “You are
not to touch yourself unless I permit it.  Is that understood?”

I could have screamed in frustration!

Still, I shook my head in agreement, fully aware of how to
play this game.

“Good,” she said, smiling as she set to removing her own
gown.  Proudly revealing a set of pert tits with upturned nipples, she
continued.  “Now before you can know your own pleasure, you must first grant me
mine.”

Seeing my admiration of her, she smiled.  “Turn around and
sit back.”

As I did so, she straddled my lap, so that her breasts were
in my face.  Giving them a playful jiggle, she began swaying them before me,
rubbing her nipple across my lips.

“Suck them,” she commanded.

I willingly obeyed, taking her nipple into my mouth and
circling my tongue about it teasingly before drawing it all the way in for more
serious suckling.  She leaned her head back and moaned in approval.  My hand
migrated down to my sex, but she grabbed my wrist before I could reach it.

“Lay back!”

She wasted not a moment in climbing atop me as I lay back
upon the settee.  Her knees straddling my shoulders, she pushed up, presenting
her sex to my face.

“Lick my pussy, Gretchen,” she commanded with a mischievous
smile

I submitted, anxious to please her so that I could earn my
own satisfaction in return.

As I went to massaging her with my tongue, she teasingly ran
her fingers across my body, pinching my nipples.

After several minutes of my submitting to her, she climbed
off of my face and suddenly said, “Good girl.  Now turn over and get on your
knees.”

Anxiously, I did precisely as she ordered.  When I was in
position, I glanced back to see that she had a leather phallus and was
strapping it around her hips.  My sex clinched in response as I took in the
size of it, realising at once what she intended upon doing.  When she had
finished fastening the contraption, she leered at me and said, “Are you ready
for me to fuck you, Gretchen?”

 “Yes, Mistress,’ I replied dutifully.  “I want you to fuck
me.”

Satisfied with my response, she smiled and stepped towards
me until the tip of it was poking at my slick opening.  With scarcely a little
push, it slid in effortlessly.  I moaned as it sank deep into me.

“You like my big cock, Gretchen?” she asked, withdrawing it
slowly and slamming it into me again.