The Seduction (The Seduction 1)

by Scarlett Rain

  The Seduction I

  Author: Scarlett Rain

  Scarlett writes not just in Vampire Erotica, but in a variety of fields from short story horror, to romance, to non-fiction help guides as well. She has many years of experience in her chosen career field. The one thing that makes her unique is in how she gets to the guts of the story in a way that lures the reader in, and hooks them from that very first line. She has the unique ability to capture the mind and then lead the reader where she wants them to go. A fan of erotica can never be disappointed with her approach. It is one of the most sensual that there is out in the digital world.

  Follow Scarlett as she carries you on a trilogy ride with the three part series of ‘The Seduction’. Below are the titles to look forward to very soon.

  The Seduction II: Awakening

  The Seduction III: Wicked Lies

  Copyright © 2012 All Rights Reserved

  Prologue

  The earth was damp beneath their bodies; she could feel his legs tremble under her. His wound was severe, and she was the cause. She could see the people walking by on the foot path above where she lay with him, her hand clamped tightly over his mouth. He squirmed beneath her, his eyes as big as saucers staring up at her. It was a shame really, because he had brought it all on himself. She had been forced to make a decision and she had chosen. She thought she felt what humans termed pain or sadness in the center of her chest as she watched the life leaving his body. She knew she only had a second of time to share her own blood with him before it was too late; otherwise he would be gone forever.

  Their naked bodies were intertwined, one of her legs lying in between his. His cock was still deep inside of her body, but she could feel it growing smaller as his blood pooled. She couldn’t stop her desire of leaning over him and sucking at some of his blood escaping through the main artery in his throat. The only sign of injury were the two deep puncture wounds. She removed her hand from his mouth only long enough to kiss him. Surprisingly he kissed her back, seeming to understand what was happening to him. Her tongue went deep into his mouth as she ground her pussy hard against him, rotating on him. She couldn’t stop the pleasures she was feeling. Drinking human blood seemed to bring about a deep, dark passion in her; her female center swelling and pulsating with the fire she was feeling inside. He moved in her, but didn’t have the strength as he had before. She still loved the feel of him there, even if he wasn’t rock hard. Soon he would be. As his eyes began to drift closed, she knew it was time. She bit into her own wrist, the blood seeping out in a thin stream down her arm. She pressed this to his mouth, holding his head firmly to the bite. When he began to suck she threw her head back in pleasure and pain. He began to suck more vigorously, actually biting down on her wrist now. She planned to give him just a little more, just enough to turn him, but not enough to give him any useful strength.

  He appeared dead, at least he would to any human who would see him lying there, but she had no intention of leaving him. She held him tightly against her as they took off in the night together; him, unconscious against her body, her legs carrying them away so fast; it could have been compared to the speed of light, propelling them through the forest. She was almost at the coven when he stepped out in front of them. She stopped, dropping him to the ground, stepping in front of his prone body.

  Raven stood in front of her, blocking her way. She didn’t know what he wanted, but she knew she would have to give in if she was to have her way. When he approached, it was in the blink of an eye. He moved around her, smelling her, his hands upon her bared skin, fingers dragging seductively across her nipples. She was still hot from drinking the other’s blood, and she hadn’t had a chance to recover from that need, so with every touch he placed on her body, it electrified her senses, making her want him all the more.

  That was Raven’s goal all along. He’d known that once he had her in a vulnerable position he would have his way with her, and that way appeared to be now, in the cloak of darkness with the wood animals moving around them, the owls hooting in the night. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back rather harshly. His tongue slithered its way up the side of her neck, teasing the inside of her ear before finally coming to rest upon her mouth, encouraging her to open herself to him. His other hand massaged her womanhood as he forced his tongue into her, sucking at her, and twirling his own around hers. He pressed her face hard against his as he kissed her with much more abandon than before. She could feel him growing hard against her thigh, and felt the powerful need radiating out from him. She also realized that he’d forgotten all about Adam lying there at her feet. He was more interested in her and having his desires fulfilled.

  “I’ve waited a long time for this Teresa…a long time. You know you’re mine, you always will be. It doesn’t matter what you do with him, let him be your toy. Give yourself to me, all of yourself.” His words sparked feelings inside of her that she knew she’d carried for him for over a century, but she didn’t trust him. She wanted him, but she didn’t want him. She wanted both of them, but the law forced her to choose one. She could keep Adam as her slave, as her toy, so Raven had said. The only way that she would ever have real freedom was to rid herself of that one in her life that took away all hope, but had the power to bring such pleasure.

  She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to give in to him, it was in her blood. He sparked something within her that she had no control over. As she’d admitted, she’d always wanted him, ever since she’d been introduced to the Coven, but she simply had a hard time bending to his will. For the moment, she’d forgotten all about Adam lying at her feet. He didn’t even matter to her in that instant. As Raven pulled her body tighter to him, she moaned loudly, only thinking of feeling his hardness moving within her, taking her to where she longed to go. As her clothing seemed to simply dissipate right off of her body, she became even more excited as the cold air caused her nipples to grow even tauter against his chest from the chill and excitement coursing through her veins. She wondered in that moment whether it was only the night air making her half crazed with desire, and creating such a deep, dark stirring within her.

  When his teeth pierced the side of her neck, she finally did surrender herself to his will. He held his own wrist out to her, and she took it, sinking her own fangs into his flesh. She must have bit down a little too hard because she felt him flinch, but only for a split second. She drank from him greedily, enjoying the taste of him, and the power that she felt pouring into her body. When she’d had her fill, she knelt at his feet, slowly unfastening his pants, and yanking them to his ankles. His cock stood forth in her face, strong and hard. She was amazed at his size, but then she immediately began imagining the pleasures that such manliness could bring to her body. She took just the head of him in her mouth at first, swirling her tongue around his tip and sucking at him hard. She slid farther down on him, until she felt his hands at her head, pushing her face harder. As he begun thrusting into her mouth, down into her throat, the salty tears fell from her eyes and she gagged reflexively. He was so big, it felt he would tear her throat apart, and the harder he thrusted, the more she gagged. Still, she found she enjoyed each move of his cock, more so than the last.

  He finally pulled her too her feet, gyrating against her pussy. Their skin to skin contact was almost too much for her to bear. She wanted to take him and bury him in her so deeply, but she did not. He sucked at her breasts; teasing her nipples and suckling them like a lone babe to his mother’s tit. The only difference was in how he moved against her, flicking them with the tip of his tongue, or swirling slow circles around and around her protruding rose buds. It was when she felt his finger enter her, moving deeply within that she wanted
to fall to the earth and spread herself open for him, but he held her too his body, not allowing her to drop. He knew exactly how to move inside of her, and she could feel her body straining, the tension building as he worked his fingers in her now soaking pussy. She heard Adam coming too, and she could feel his eyes upon them, but still, she did not stop. She wanted to be fucked so badly now, the last thing she cared about was Adam and his needs.

  “Raven…” her voice was breathless with desire, and he loved hearing it. He inserted yet another finger inside of her, ramming deeply within, but as he drew away he position them to where they grazed against that sweetest essence of her, that one spot which could send her exploding into ecstasy. She threw her head back, allowing him to continue to have his pleasure with her body. Somehow, someway, his cock found its way to her heat. She felt the head enter her at first, her body stretching to accommodate him. As he drove himself hard and deep inside of her wet womanhood, she screamed his name over and over again as her body was pushed over into one long orgasm.

  She squeezed against him, her entire body shaking as her cum flooded forth on his hot, seeking rod. He was like that of a mad man as he pounded into her repeatedly with his manliness, squeezing her breasts in his hands. He somehow managed to find her clit and worked his magic as his dick did the rest. She saw Adam crawling toward them out of the corner of her eye, and she then tried to push Raven away. He knew her reasoning for doing so, and instead of obliging her, he thrust into her even harder, with so much force she could feel him at the very edge of her womb. He felt so good, so fucking big, she didn’t want to stop, couldn’t stop.

  When his body tensed and she felt the first wave of hot cum shooting into her wet depths, she realized too late what had happened. She pounded against his chest but to no avail. She belonged to him now and there was not a thing she could do about it. When he withdrew, it was because he wanted too. He pushed her away from him as he turned his attention to Adam who had now climbed to his feet and was standing, ready to face the only other vampire who stood in between him and the woman he loved.

  Chapter 1: The First Seduction

  Teresa was lost, she’d never felt so confused in all of her life. Sitting by the pool, watching the swirling patterns in the water as the pollen fell from the trees placed her in a daze. It had been so long since she’d had any sense of normalcy in her life; she really didn’t know how to behave. Ever since her attack some years before, nothing had been the same. All of her plans, her goals, everything had changed in that one night; and now, she was totally separated from the person she had been then. Adam was the first man she’d met that made her feel somewhat human again, but then, she didn’t know how to handle the multiple emotions that were tangling themselves about her mind and her body. She knew she didn’t love him, she couldn’t. Love wasn’t something that really existed for her any longer; or at least, she didn’t think it was an emotion she could connect with, but then she hadn’t really tried to either.

  Many times she felt her own actions were those of a complete stranger. When she was out with other men, she felt somehow detached, like human emotion simply didn’t exist any longer. She was learning to control herself far better than she had previously, and she was able to control her cravings, feeling exactly when they were coming upon her and knowing when to walk away from a problematic situation. On the outside she appeared normal to anyone who saw her, but on the inside she knew that was just not true. She worried that Adam would be harmed if she pursued him with her interests, but then that is what she wanted. It was a seduction to say the very least, and she knew she already had him in her web. In fact, he was due to come over in less than an hour and she was uncertain what she was going to do.

  She could sense him even now, sitting there in the darkness. The night had become her friend, her only friend and it comforted her. She had found others of her own kind, and they had accepted her into their midst. They were more like a coven, with many of them living secretly underneath the streets of New York City. Many of them only ventured out at night, not at dusk. They waited for the total protection of the enveloping blackness to take hold before they felt safe. Times had changed for her kind, of that she was certain. There were fewer of them in New York now. Some had decided to leave themselves, while others had simply vanished without a trace. They were uncertain whether there were hunters still about that were aware of them, or whether they had simply fallen to some other form of illness. She felt certain herself that quite a few of them had grown tired of their lives, living century after century in pain and oppression; so she was almost certain they had taken their walk into the golden light. It was known as the ‘Good Death.’

  Of course, there had been rare occasion where those who had betrayed the coven had been locked into one of the rooms where the light of day beamed down on them, turning their bodies to ash. She had never witnessed one of these scenes but she had heard of them taking place. Their leaders name was Raven, and he was interested in her, at least that was what she was told. She knew that he was aware of her interest in a human, and that was another one of her concerns. She didn’t want Adam in any danger, but she couldn’t just force him out of her life. She simply didn’t have the strength to do that. She herself had feelings for the both of them, but she found Raven to be almost out of control.

  He lived for the hunt, and he hunted humans. Sometimes he turned them, sometimes he mutilated them, it was just however he was feeling in that moment. He had told her so many times how he wanted to fuck her following a kill, but she had yet to be with him in that manner. There had been times where she had come so close to giving in to his desires, but she hadn’t. There was something that was holding her back, and she knew it wasn’t fear for she was just about as crazy as he was. He had his way of going about things and she had hers. As yet, he hadn’t stopped her from doing what she wanted, but he had warned her many times over how very close she was coming to breaking the coven rules. She didn’t know if he would actually harm her for breaking a strict code, or if he would simply bind her up somewhere until she came around to his way of thinking. Regardless of all of that, still, he was the King of their coven, and anyone who turned from him, or disrespected him suffered severe consequences.

  The chiming of her door took her mind away from its ramblings, but she knew who it was. She still had not come to any decision about Adam, and had no idea how to handle him this evening. The food was already prepared and set out for the two of them, even though she did not eat real food. She’d had it all specially prepared for him. It hadn’t dawned on her that he might wonder why she didn’t eat with him; she simply hadn’t gotten around to that part of it. She seemed to almost float to the door, and when she opened it, she opened it to his smiling face, and his hands holding two dozen roses. She admired his romanticism since it was few and far between in the world anymore, but his naiveness was almost too much for her.

  She welcomed him into her home, and helping him off with his coat, she lingered a bit long with her hands at the side of his neck. He didn’t question it though but she could feel his blood coursing faster through his jugular than normal. She could actually smell it, and mixed in with the smell of his blood was the scent of alcohol. She soon realized that he had drunk to calm his nerves before coming to her home that evening. As they walked together into the dining hall, she couldn’t keep herself from laughing. She could smell something else on him, something that almost felt like fear, but she couldn’t imagine why he would be afraid of her. She circled around him, stopping him before he sat down and staring into his eyes.

  “Are you afraid of me Adam? Is there something that you think you know?” She noticed one of his hands was shaking and he seemed on edge. He was gripping the glass of bourbon she’d given him so hard that his knuckles were actually changing color. She took the glass from his grasp, and caressed the side of his face at the same time, whispering in his ear.

  “You have nothing to be afraid of here.” It came out almost like a purr, and s
he felt him shiver. They were so close to one another, she could hear his heartbeat, and she wondered if he questioned at all why he could not hear hers. She motioned for him to take a seat at the table. Adam found the food to look amazing; in fact he had never seen a spread so deliciously put together as her array of platters was. Her butler came to refill his glass, putting a double shot of bourbon this time when he requested the extra. Teresa smiled at him, instantly intrigued with why he seemed to be so nervous around her now. He’d visited her at her home many times before, but now something was definitely different. She picked up her own glass, filled with what was supposed to resemble red wine, but unbeknownst to him, it was actually warmed blood.

  She noticed he watched her intently as she continued to drink from the glass. One of the kitchen helpers came over to refill her cup, and the liquid looked almost thick as she poured it. Adam couldn’t stop himself from asking her.

  “If that is wine, why is it that it appears thicker than wine really should be Teresa?” She simply looked at him in wonder, wiping the corners of her mouth with a linen napkin. She laid it in her lap very carefully, and then proceeded to clasp her hands together, her chin resting on them as she stared quizzically at him.

  “If you want to ask me something, please feel free. I promise I won’t bite.” She laughed lightly as she said it. Actually, she had no idea what had come over her, she was just feeling rather agitated with his many questions, as if she was somehow supposed to prove everything she did was of a normal nature to him. As he cut into his steak, he noticed that it was almost raw, but then it didn’t really bother him. He enjoyed a little blood in the meat, but when he sat thinking about everything, it was strange coming from where he was sitting at. Most women didn’t eat bloody steak, they liked it well done, but then he noticed she wasn’t eating any food, but rather, she was constantly drinking her so called red wine pretty hungrily.