The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (2 page)

Though it felt great, ironically, her sucking did not feel
quite as good as his, but perhaps that was because she was not able to give me
her undivided attention.  Or perhaps it was that I was merely tiring of women
and becoming more intrigued by men?  Who knows?  The sexual psyche is a
mysterious thing after all, most times not even understood by the one to which
it belongs.

I
am
finding myself staring more at his flexing muscles
than I am at the sway of her breasts. 

Once again, I found my mind drifting back to Giuliana, and
with a single thought of
her
taking my cock into her mouth, the
sensation in my groin intensified rapidly.  Finding myself exasperatingly distracted
by the Spanish female’s thick black hair, I closed my eyes to allow myself to
become lost in the fantasy. 

I was roused back to reality as Sven withdrew himself from the
woman, prompting a whimper from her, and my cock still in her mouth, he came
around and standing before me, offered his long, pink cock to mine.  I took it
in readily, relishing the contrasting sensation of the taste of female juices
upon a hard male organ.  Quickly becoming lost to the lust of servicing his
organ while simultaneously having mine serviced by a woman sent my stimulation into
rapid overdrive.

Knowing I would surely lose myself if I did not change it
up, with one last suck on him, I contritely rose from my knees, my cock pulling
from her mouth, and moved around back of her.

“Turn over,” I commanded huskily.  The female swiveled her
body until she was lying flat upon her back.  Positioning myself between her
thighs, I rubbed my erection over her slick vulva, her wet flesh parting for me
eagerly.  Placing the crown of my cock at her opening, I relished the feel of
it sliding inside, her moist warmth gripping me and pulling me in.  The
sensation felt so good, I had to still myself for a moment, taking a deep
breath so that I may preserve the experience.

Lowering himself to his knees beside her head, Sven’s long
cock swung over her face teasingly.  She grabbed hold of it eagerly, bringing
it to her mouth.  The sight of her sucking him was stimulating in more ways
than one.  Watching this, along with the swaying movement of her large breasts,
I found myself becoming increasingly stimulated with each successive thrust
into her. 

I so wanted to imagine she was Giuliana, yet not wishing to
imagine her in that way, I quickly renounced the thought.  Nevertheless, her
image danced its way through my mind and though I tried to focus on the sight
of him simply being devoured by this insatiable Spanish female, Giuliana’s face
flashed back and forth across the scene.  Finally giving in, so that I could
imagine it was
her
body I was ravaging, I permitted myself to see only
Giuliana’s face, and though it was sucking my cohort, my lust had long since
surpassed my reason and it only served to arouse me more.

Sven began groaning low and I knew, he too, was nearing the
finale.  At last, I could no longer hold myself back for all the overstimulation
of my mind and body.  Feeling the tightening of my groin muscles, followed by the
gathering of my testicles, I knew it was imminent.  A second later, I felt the
familiar sensation of the buzzing shoot through my penis.  With a low growl, I
withdrew from her cunt just in time for my spunk to spurt all over her abdomen.

Upon witnessing this always provoking carnal display, Sven
groaned low in his throat and the female sensing what was coming, released his
cock from her mouth.  With that, his now purple, engorged head exploded into an
eruption of fluid spraying all across her ample breasts.

The amplified energy emitting from the Vampire audience was
unmistakable as we three collapsed atop one another for a moment of recovery
before clearing the stage for the next act.  By then, I knew well that they
would be zealous to drink of us, riding off our pleasure, our bodily fluids made
all the more rich by the sexual chemicals rushing through our veins to combine
with our blood. 

To them, there was no better time in which to drink from a
human, which is why the Succubi practised ritualistically the way they did,
only feeding from their victims after a thorough sexual seduction.  The blood
in this condition acted as a drug, intoxicating them with our sexuality.  Since,
physiologically, their bodies were largely sexually unresponsive for all
intents and purposes, this was the closest they could ever have to experiencing
the physical sensation of sexual lust. 

T
he story of my path to
Sanguelascivia
may not
be as poignant as others, but at least it is honest.  I was born in the South
of Italy to a family of peasants, the youngest of ten children.  Unlike my
older brothers, who followed in the path of our hardworking Father without
question, I never could quite resign myself to the fact that working the land
was all I was put on this Earth to do.  Most described me as the free-spirited
youngest child.  But for me, it was much more than that.  After watching my
Father work himself to death at the too young age of forty-two, I was
determined to find a better way for myself.  
My own way.

Not that I had any idea what that might be. 

When I was old enough, I packed my bags, kissed my Mama
goodbye and headed North.  I was thinking of pursuing acting, though I had
absolutely no experience and had never even actually seen a play.  Still, with
my piercing green eyes and striking chiseled features which seemed to be quite
eye-catching amongst the village girls, I had heard more than once that someone
as attractive as me belonged in the big city finding their fame and fortune.  I
had heard that Venice was the place to be and if one was to have a chance at making
all their dreams come true, than that surely was the place.

Of course, my brothers threatened to disown me if I turned
my back on the farm, I would not be welcomed back.  Well, that was just fine
with me.  I never asked for that life anyway.  So, without looking back, I set
off for the city.  After weeks of journeying, finally I arrived, I am sure
appearing far less attractive than when I had initially set out.  Having no
connections whatsoever, my only choice was to find shelter on the streets and enquire
for opportunities.

Nearly a month had passed with not a single hint of a play
for which to audition.  My hope beginning to dwindle, and my bones beginning to
project through my skin, I feared that I had made a dreadful mistake in leaving
home. 

Then, at last, one morning while waiting for some measly
scraps of handouts to serve as my humble breakfast, I spotted a new bulletin
that had just been posted on the building across the road.  My muscles having
begun to atrophy and my body weak from lack of proper nutrition, I struggled to
my feet and my made my way across the road to have a look. 

Auditions were to be held for an upcoming production in the
theatre in three days.

Gleefully, I laughed out loud, for I had begun to feel my
chance at living a new life had eluded me altogether.  But then, realising the
wretched condition I was in, my hope descended.

Would anyone really consider signing a rogue such as myself
or would they merely laugh me off the stage?

No matter
, I told myself,
I am going to find a way
to clean up and put my best self forward.  There is no way I am going to miss
this opportunity!  I have waited too long!

Thus, three days later, I went to the theatre and auditioned
for the play.  Of course, even after sneaking a bath in the watering trough intended
for horses in the early hours of the morning, still I was the most poorly
outfitted gent there.  I feared they would not take someone such as myself
seriously.  But I did not allow my fears show.  I gave it my all and showed
them what I had to offer.

I could see from the gleam in their eyes that I had indeed snagged
their attention.  Upon finishing, they instructed me to wait in the common room
with the others.  This gave me hope, as I had seen others before me dismissed
altogether.  Moreover, who was I to complain, having a comfortable place to
pass the afternoon with unlimited access to decent facilities and drinking
water for once. 

After the auditions, the three judges came into the common
room and began reading off parts from a list and the aspiring actors to whom the
parts had been awarded.  Though— as I am sure it was with many others there— I
had hoped for a lead part.  Still, when my name was announced following the
part of the stable boy— with a mere two lines, mind you— that alone was enough
to leave me reeling with joy.

I have done it!  I am going to be an actor!  I shall
impress them so that henceforth, playwrights from all around will be fighting
over the chance to work with me!

Alright, so it did not play out quite like that. 

Instead, I did what I considered to be a most dedicated job
of playing the stable boy.  I was, indeed, offered more acting parts
thereafter, though alas, none of them were anything but similarly trivial
parts. 

Nevertheless, after more than a year, I had found myself
enjoying one particular benefit in all of this.  Women of all ages were suddenly
throwing themselves at me.  I had practically a different women every night,
begging for me to be their lover. 

Rich women… 

Poor women… 

And who was
I
to deny them? 

Or myself! 

Overnight I had more women than I knew what to do with! 

This factor alone solved my problem with accommodations, for
the wealthy ones would take me in— under the pretense of employing me as part
of their domestic staff, of course— and I would enjoy the luxury of living
quite finely along with the privilege of frequent sexual rendezvous. 

However, these situations never lasted very long, for they
did not appreciate it when I did not come home on any given night because I was
off occupying myself with another female.

No matter, as it seemed there was always another waiting in
the wing with a similar offer.  This is how I had become accustomed to passing
my time.  It had become sort of a way of living, so to speak.  These women they
showered me with gifts, jewelrey, outfitted me in the most fashionable
garments.  I now appeared as a proper gentleman to society.

But I was far from being a gentleman.  I was pointblank
nothing more than a rogue!

Still, after little over a year, already I found myself
becoming rather bored with it, and tired of growing weary of warding off the
hints and expectations of marriage.  I felt my restless spirit reared its head
once again. 

With the connections some of my lady aficionadas possessed,
I was being cast in increasingly better parts, which gained me even more
attention, from the ladies, as well as from the playwrights and their
organizers.  In less than two years, I had risen from being the son of a
peasant converted into street rat transformed into lead performer.  My
metamorphose was complete!  It truly was the height of my acting career. 

I had been awarded the part of Romeo Montague in William
Shakespeare’s
Romeo & Juliet
.

It was so surreal.  I could scarcely believe
I
had
achieved such a coveted part!

Unlike some of the other plays, that one we practised for
months before the curtains were drawn on opening night.  Every detail had to be
portrayed to utter perfection.  And if I do say so myself, I pulled it off
quite nicely. 

I also enjoyed an extended affair with my leading lady,
Daniela.  She was by far the hottest woman I had been with yet.  An accurate
portrayal of the fair Juliet Capulet with her silky golden hair and china blue
eyes.  Still, as exquisite as those carnal moments we shared together at nights
after the theatre, that was all I wanted from her, nothing more.  What more
could a man of my age in the prime of his life want, after all?

Unfortunately, Daniela felt otherwise about our arrangement. 
Evidently, she was crushed, having believed us to be much more than lovers. 
She had expected my proposal of marriage at any moment.  However, the idea of
such a thing was utterly absurd to me!  At that point, marriage was the
furthest thing from my mind.  I was not ready to be tied down to a woman, a
family, dependent upon me to take care of them.  I desired to be free to go
where the wind may blow me, to be with any woman I may wish, however many that
may be…

So when on my last night of the performance, I was
approached by an older woman outside of the theatre, I could scarcely resist
her intriguing offer.

“Vincenzo, is it?” the woman began, extending her hand.  “I
am Lucia.  May I have a moment of you time?”

“Certainly, Signora.”

She smiled and we walked to the café across the way and took
a seat.

Upon sitting, I looked to her expectantly.  I anticipated
she was just another offering me luxurious accommodations in exchange for
serving as her young lover for a time. 

Instead, what she offered me blew my mind.

“I must say, Vincenzo, I was rather impressed with you up
there on the stage tonight.  Have you been acting long?”

“You are most gracious, Signora,” I replied.  “I have been
acting for almost two years now.”

She sat back, with her hand on her chin for along moment,
just gazing at me.  “And how do you like it?”

I thought that to be a rather peculiar question.  After all,
what young man would not be in love with the opportunity at being an up and
coming famous actor?

“I like it very well,” I answered forthrightly.  “Actually,
I adore it.  I feel it was what I was born to do.”

“Hmm, well, I have heard word that others may very well
believe your talents lay elsewhere.  Have you ever thought of doing
more
with your life?  Something more… shall we say unique?”

Taking offence and a bit confused by her question, I just
sat there staring at her for a long while. 

“No.  I mean, acting
was
the
more
I decided to
do with my life,” I answered a bit defensively, not sure just what it was she
was trying to get at.  “If I had remained with my family, I would have been
nothing more than a poor farmer.” 

Lucia chuckled lightly.  “What if I told you that you could
continue acting without ever having to audition for a part ever again
and
you could have all the women you wanted, all of them young and gorgeous?”

“I would say, I have all of that now,” I answered somewhat
abrasively at having someone try to uproot me from this high position it had taken
me so long to ascend.

“No, you do not— not like this.”  Lucia shook her head. 
“Trust me, Vincenzo, you have yet to see the most elegant theatre in Venice,
not to mention the shows which are exhibited there.  Everyone in the audience
is of the highest class, not like the crude amalgamation of all society for
which you have been performing.  Come with me and I will show you.  I promise
you will not regret it.”

My curiosity getting the better of me, I did follow her. 
When she stopped before the most remarkable building I had ever laid eyes upon,
I was awed.  But nothing prepared me for what I would see once we stepped
inside.  The night was late, so the show was already in full bloom. 

There on the very elabourately decourated main stage flanked
by deep red velvet curtains which fell from ceiling to floor, were two most
fortunate men surrounded by a large group of unbelievably gorgeous nude women. 
My jaw fell open.  These actors were nude… onstage… and before an audience. 
And not only that, but they were engaging in every possible sexual act one
could imagine. 

I had no idea this sort of decadent place even existed!

As I watched this show and the women taking turns eagerly
performing oral sex on the men, as well as each other, and the men taking turns
with them, probing their cocks into one and then the other, and then yet another,
I felt my own cock growing rigid within my trousers. 

“Well, Vincenzo, what do you think?” Lucia asked, her tone
somewhat patronizing. 

I opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. 

She smiled.  “Do you believe you have what it takes to be an
actor in
this
type of show…
every
night?”

I nodded my head, hardly able to believe I was being offered
something such as this.  I thought I had to be dreaming!

“Well, before you can perform on stage, you must have a
period of desensitization, if you will.  Copulating with more than one woman at
the same time can be very stimulating at first, as I am sure you can well
imagine.  Therefore, you will need much practise so that you will be able to
properly control your impulses and finish the show without losing yourself
prematurely.  Do you understand what I am saying?”

I nodded my head, my eyes never leaving the highly arousing erotic
scene on the stage.

“Well, then, shall we begin now?” Lucia asked.

Although I did not want to leave the scene, I also was
intrigued to see what she may have in store for me.  “Si.”

Shaking her head at me, Lucia led me to a door beside the
stage which opened to a long corridor.  Taking me to a small empty room, she
turned to me and said, “Wait here and I shall return momentarily.”

I went inside and sat upon the red velvet couch, just trying
to process everything.  Before I knew it, there was a knock on the door.  I
arose and opened it.  There Lucia stood with two nude young women, one blonde
and one brunette.  They had the most luscious bodies I had ever seen.