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

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  Besides, what the hell am I doing fantasizing about some Vampire? Was my life not perfectly lovely before I saw him? Was I not having the time of my life enjoying all these gorgeous men… men who can actually pleasure me fully. What would I want with someone like him, who cannot offer me the pleasure I have so come to crave and relish?

  Just when I had convinced myself to be strong and drive all thoughts of him from my mind, there he was again. Not that I had been the least bit successful in my endeavour, mind you. But I was certain I could have been— given enough time.

  It was the last show of the night. There I was on stage, only this time I saw him the moment I walked out onto the stage. Like he was calling to me intuitively, my eyes shot straight to him. And again, his blue eyes penetrated mine as none others ever had. It was as though he had the ability to peer directly into my soul. My heart seizing within my chest, suddenly I felt as though I could not breathe.

  Interrupting my moment, the female with whom I was performing started kissing me, her hands moving to my breasts. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but I could not. Projecting all of my pent up desire for him into it, I returned her kiss ferociously as the male groped at us both, anxiously awaiting for his turn.

  Pushing me onto my back, the female moved her body between my legs and commenced to licking me, the male coming around to my face and pushing his organ into my mouth. So much was going on, I was feeling overwhelmed and all the while wishing I could see him, but try as I might, I could not. Nonetheless, just the mere knowledge of him being there, watching me, was making me so hot that it was like all the sensations of my body were accelerated.

  Before I knew it, I was climaxing from her tongue upon my sex, my mind focused upon him. Still in the midst of my orgasm, the male at my head quickly made his way between my legs, slapping the derriere of the female still there who simply climbed up my body and perched herself upon my face so that I could return the favour. I tried to turn my head to get a glimpse of him, but the female was upon me so fast that I did not have the chance.

  I would just have to do with imagining his gorgeous face, his piercing eyes, his beckoning lips. I imagined he was the one I felt pushing into me, driving himself into my sex over and over, magnifying my pleasure.

  All this fantasizing had the sensations of my body reacting as they never had before and soon I was climaxing again. Thinking it was his doing, the male having me began speaking crudely to me.

  “You really like this, wench, don’t you, huh? You just love my thick cock in your pussy!”

  Striving to ignore him, I turned my focus to the female sitting atop my face. In a matter of moments, she was climaxing, as well. Pulling her down my body and pushing her forwards, the male withdrew from me and impelled his eager cock into her as she began kissing me, eager to taste herself upon my mouth.

  After devoting a generous number of thrusts to her, he commenced to taking turns with us, pulling his cock out of one and driving it into the other. It did not take much longer till his stamina was spent. Though it had been a most tantalizing time, I was relieved that it was over at last so that I was free to look for my obsession, and service him at the end of the night.

  When again, I looked up ready to meet his gaze, he was gone. I looked over the audience frantically. But he was nowhere to be seen. I told myself that he had just snuck out early to be sure to get a front spot up at the selection platform, so that I would not overlook him when he bid for me.

  As if I could!

  But once again, I was received the sting of bitter disappointment.

  I just do not understand. What is his game?

  In the following days there was no further sign of him. Then more than a week had passed. I was sure this time he must have returned from wherever it was he had come, leaving me with the vexing gift of this relentless obsession for him.

  I wanted to forget him. Believe me, I did.

  Alas, hard as I tried, I simply could not.

  I wished I had never seen him. Wished he had never captivated my soul as he had.

  But it was hopeless. I was powerless to resist it.

  I had become no more than a slave to my thoughts of him, to my desires for him.

  I did not want to believe that he had entered my life only to leave me longing for him for the rest of eternity. How cruel would that have been? But then, he was a Vampire, and I had certainly known some to be extraordinarily cruel. After living for centuries, they can tend to become bored and have to devise clever ways in which to keep themselves entertained.

  No. That could not be it.

  I could not bring myself to believe that was what he had done. I was not merely the unfortunate recipient of a Vampire’s cruel game with some foolish human female. We had shared a genuine connection. I had felt it. I had been more sure of it than I had ever been of anything.

  I was well aware that I was only tormenting myself. My ruminating over him had become an addictive concoction of pleasure and pain. But I could not help it. What’s more, in the weak moments when I did try to expel him from my mind, it only removed the pleasure, leaving me alone with the pain.

  I found myself fantasizing over him ceaselessly, imagining it was him in place of every other male I took into my body on a nightly basis. What’s worse, I found I was now unable to even reach climax with these males unless I was thinking of him. I knew it was having an adverse effect upon my performances because I was far from present and as engaged in them as I should be, as I once was.

  I determined that the next time I saw him— and I decided there would be a next time, as it was the only thing which carried me through the many days without him— I would be damned if he was going to slip away again without giving me the chance to be with him. I would take matters into my own hands, if I must.

  I would request him!

  Chapter Three

  The following day in the performer’s lounge, Lucia held up her hand to get the group’s attention. “Everyone, please allow me to introduce you to Giuliana. She has just arrived at Sanguelascivia tonight and will be joining our group. I trust all of you will make her feel more than welcome.”

  And she certainly had gotten my attention. I could tell she felt rather awkward with the eyes of so many suddenly upon her. From the looks of her, she was not accustomed to being around nude people, let alone so many.

  Giuliana was stunningly beautiful. As was the case with everyone else in the room, I could not seem to remove my eyes from her. Her expressive green eyes and lustrous chestnut tresses falling over her flawless caramel skin with softly rounded curves on a petite frame was captivating. Her beauty was far beyond any other woman I had seen in here in a long time. It was not only her appearance, but also her kind and innocent demeanour which made her shine so. I could see how she could become very popular here.

  On the other hand, I could see her not lasting long enough to find out. If she had become that easily overwhelmed by the mere suggestion of anything sexual, how was she to handle actually doing it— and far worse? She would be obligated to engage in acts she never would have fathomed. I did hope she would last, yet I could not see it realistically happening.

  Lucia spoke up again. “Giuliana here is a virgin… a virgin to knowing the pleasures of a woman, that is,” she added facetiously. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Truthfully, I was surprised someone so demure as her had ended up here at all.

  I wonder what her story is?

  “Now, which of you would like to volunteer to delight her in the pleasures of women?”

  Taking a step forward, I lifted my hand. “I will,” I offered. I turned to her and introduced myself, “I am Gretchen.”

  Smiling at me coyly, Giuliana stepped forward and took my outstretched hand. “I am Giuliana. I am most pleased to be of your acquaintance.” Her voice matched her well, dainty and lyrical.

  “We shall see how pleased you are to be of my acquaintance in a short time,” I told her suggestively, with a wink which prompted her to giggle ner
vously.

  Giuliana glanced back anxiously as I followed her to her bed chamber. I had to wonder if her seemingly pure mind had ever before even considered another woman in a sexual manner. Either way, this was going to be fun!

  “Come, let us lie upon your bed,” I suggested, trying to put her at ease. “I promise you will find much enjoyment in what I will show you.”

  Giuliana smiled politely, as though she doubted the likelihood of that. However, I was determined to blow her mind. What could be more fun than that?

  I watched as she very timidly slipped out of her nightdress, telling myself not to snicker at her nervousness. It was actually quite endearing.

  As she laid back upon the bed, I slid beside her, the softness and curves of her feminine body feeling lovely against my own. Leaning forward to kiss her soft, full lips, the flesh of my breasts pressed into hers. After a brief kiss, I pulled back, to happily discover that she was breathing harder already, her lips trembling, as my eyes peered into hers.

  “I see you fancy it already,” I stated confidently, smiling seductively.

  Without waiting for an answer, I lowered my face to her chest, my hands massaging the generous flesh of her supple globes. I brought my mouth to one and detected Giuliana stifle the resultant moan as I traced my wet tongue about the perimetre of her areola.

  “It is alright, Giuliana, you can let your sounds of pleasure escape. I want to hear them.”

  She smiled awkwardly as I resumed my attention upon her, flicking my tongue upon her stiffening nipple. Drawing it deeply into my mouth, Giuliana moaned louder, her eyes rolling back into her pretty head. My devoted suckling soon had her trembling with pleasure.

  I was rather proud of myself. And I was enjoying myself thoroughly. Being with someone who had never experienced being with another woman before was entirely different from being with the veteran women in the club. Far different. And I loved it!

  Unable to wait another minute, I slid my body down along hers until I was level with her centre. Lifting her head, Giuliana peered down at me curiously. Prying her legs apart gently, I settled myself between the softness of her thighs.

  Running a finger teasingly down along her sex, I discovered she was already amply moist.

  She gasped.

  “Well, it seems you are more than ready for me, Giuliana.”

  She rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

  Without further hesitation, I dipped my face down to her, stroking my tongue the length of her slit, stopping just before reaching the swelling button at the top. I could not help but delight in her whimpering. Descending once again, this time I made my tongue firmer so that it pressed into her, urging the folds of flesh part for me.

  Eager to taste her for the first time, I dipped my tongue inside her, pressing up further. For this, I was rewarded with a long moan of pleasure.

  I could sense Giuliana’s inhibitions slowly melting away, her resultant squirming beneath my tongue gave proof to that. I found myself wondering if she had ever experienced this before, not by a woman, but at all, ever. If indeed that was true, then I was honoured to be her first and I would make sure it would be a memorable experience for her!

  As my tongue bathed her tender flesh, Giuliana’s eyes fell closed. I had to wonder what she was thinking. Was she merely enjoying that which I was giving her or was she thinking of something else—someone else as I so often did now…

  My tongue continuing to lap at her soft flesh, I reveled in the taste of her. At last, I allowed contact with the swollen nub which sat near the top of her sex. As soon as my tongue met it, she squirmed beneath me, moaning luridly, and pressed it into my mouth demandingly.

  Much sooner than I expected, I sensed her wetness surge, the heat of it intensifying. It rapidly escalated and in the next second, her sex was throbbing, her pleasure overcoming her.

  Giuliana thrust her hips forward, entangling her hands in my long hair, pressing herself closer to my mouth, as she writhed and bucked beneath my tongue, rubbing herself along it as though she could not get enough. Any signs of her previous demureness had melted away. Letting her ride out the wave of her pleasure upon my tongue, inside I was beaming. Though I had been with countless women in my time there, it was always something special to have the opportunity to bestow a woman with her first Sapphic pleasure. I hoped she would always look back on this night and remember me fondly as her first.

  Her body still trembling, I crawled up beside Giuliana, and pressed my body close against hers. I remained silent for a long moment so that she could revel in it.

  “Well, I say for seeming such a prude, you certainly seemed to let go of yourself quite easily.” Giggling, I rubbed my head.

  Trying to catch a breath, she whispered, “Forgive me, did I pain you?”

  “Not much,” I answered with a smirk. “At least I know for certain you enjoyed yourself.” After a long pause, I asked, “Are you ready to practise on me, now?”

  I was eager to see what she could do.

  She hesitated. For a moment there, I almost did not expect her to acquiesce.

  “Yes, of course. I would be most delighted,” Giuliana replied graciously, though I did not miss the uncertainty still coming though in her voice.

  Not wanting to provide her too much an opportunity to change her mind, I laid back on the bed, holding her gaze provocatively as I spread my legs before her. Slowly, Giuliana lowered herself between my open legs and drew in a deep breath before putting her face to my sex. At first, it was clear she did not know quite what to do, for I could not even feel her tongue on me.

  Having thoroughly enjoyed my pleasuring her, I was well aware that I would be rather slick and wondered what her reaction would be. Rather cautiously Giuliana ran her tongue along my slit, barely meeting my flesh, tickling me. I assumed that even though she had certainly enjoyed her turn, still she was somewhat hesitant to be performing such an intimate act upon another woman. I prepared myself not to expect much from her, or even not to be surprised if she were to back out of the whole thing entirely.

  As if to prove me wrong, just then, Giuliana dipped back into me with her tongue. Licking her lips she lapped her tongue across my sex. I moaned low and steady to convey to her that she was on the right track.

  Rather surprising me, like she all of a sudden knew exactly what to do, Giuliana pressed several fingers up into me, driving them into me slowly, yet rhythmically. Her tongue swiftly becoming more adept, my moans deepened and became significantly more voluble. In the next second I was writhing beneath her, my flesh pulsating rhythmically against her lips as warm juices gushed out from me.

  Still lying limp and panting under her, she sat up, smiling proudly as she gazed down at me. Finally able to catch my breath so that I could speak, I gazed up at her and whispered breathlessly, “Oh my God, Giuliana! You cannot expect me to believe you have not done this before!” I remarked, endeavouring to encourage her.

  Perplexed, she peered down at me.

  “That was better than any other woman has done to me. Even better than most men, I would say!” Though I did stretch the truth a bit for her sake, I did not have to stretch it far.

  “Really?” she asked incredulously, her face lighting up beautifully.

  “I speak the truth. You can do that to me anytime you wish!”

  Giuliana blushed, though whether it was due to my compliment or the idea of doing it again, I was not sure. “You flatter me, Gretchen,” she cooed in her demure way.

  Smiling genuinely, I leaned forward and kissed her lightly upon the lips.

  “Gretchen?” she started.

  “Yes?”

  “Tell me what it is like to have the Vampires feed from you.”

  I emitted a long sigh. “Well, it can be many things. Not one experience is the same as it is dependent upon who they are, as well as what prevailing emotions you bring to the moment, not so unlike sex, really. If you bring fear and expect pain, then that is what you shall reap. If you go into it expecting pleas
ure, then pleasure is what you shall receive.”

  “You make it sound so simple,” she stated incredulously. “Still, is it not frightening? Is it not painful, regardless? After all, they are piercing your flesh and drawing the blood from your body.”

  “Yes, technically you are correct. However, though the pain is inevitable, the fear is merely an emotion one chooses to have. And it is that which makes the experience excruciatingly painful. But if you were to choose to not allow fear, but instead, say lust, to inhabit your mind, the experience will be an entirely different one altogether. Have you never experienced pain and pleasure simultaneously?”

  Clearly embarrassed, Giuliana shook her head.

  She was so naïve! I could not even imagine what it must be like to have only ever been with one man!

  “Just remember to find pleasure in the pain and focus on the lust of the physical act, that he is feeding off your essence, just as you drank in mine, only in a varying manner, of course. Do not allow the fear to creep in, to prevent you from finding the pleasure of it all. Do not forget who you are now— a courtesan, exceedingly desirable and beautiful. Others will seek you out to gratify their pleasures.”

  Ready to retire to my own chamber for the night, I bid her goodnight with a soft kiss.

  At dinner the following day, I sat with Giuliana. She was so nervous about her debut performance, she could scarcely even eat. She asked me if I would partner with her for her debut performance to calm her nerves.

  I assured her I would request it. But the truth was, I thought she would be better off straying from her comfort zone rather than remaining in it. She had to get out there sometime. Besides, I was certain Lucia would go easy on her the first show. She would be just fine. And after the way she had surprised me the previous night, I was nearly sure she would likely enjoy whatever scenario she was in!

  As we sat there, Giuliana looked about the dining hall, her eyes glazing over as they fell upon our top male performer who I had clearly noticed caught her eye last night.

  “Who is that?” she asked, clearly enthralled.