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

“
I know that I should not
allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how
can I possibly deny him?  Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.  He
is
my
Vampire.  And I am his.
”

Gretchen has worked at
Sanguelascivia
as an erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen
it all.  She thought she had grown numb to the Vampires whom she was required
to service.  It was just a
job
.  They were just the
clientele
.

That is, until the night Lucius
shows up. 

While on stage in the midst of
her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him, his gleaming blue eyes
never departing from her.  With every move she makes, she feels him watching
her, making her hotter by the second.  She fully expects him to be there after
the performance to request her services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to
be seen.  Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from her mind, yet hard as she
may try, she cannot. 

What
is
it about him?  No
man— human
or
Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has
ever penetrated her soul as he had.  And she isn’t sure whether she likes it. 
But one thing is sure, there is no denying it.  What is happening to her?

Then soon again Lucius is there,
boring into her with those cryptic eyes.  And once more, he disappears before
the end of the night.  She finds herself fantasizing over this
Vampire
—
something which she never thought she would do.  Gretchen resolves the next
time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s going to slip away again without
speaking to her.  She will take matters into her own hands if she must. 
She
will request
him
!

When at last she realises her
long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen discovers Lucius has a
delicious secret which she never thought possible.  And just as furtively as he
appears, so does he vanish once more.  Left with so many questions, she can
scarcely wait to see him again.  And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with
him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.

Inferring a sense of urgency,
this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him to Paris to be his
bonded blood servant— and lover.  Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has
never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for.  However,
she fears that if she lets him go, she will never see him again, feel him
again.  But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort
of
Sanguelascivia
?

O
h my God, these two are so incredible at what
they do!  Did I ever get lucky tonight!

As the brawny dark-haired Italian male positioned between my
legs plunged himself deep inside of me over and over, the attractive sandy
blonde German stood at my head feeding his cock to my hungry mouth.  I was in absolute
heaven!  But then, never was I not in
that
scenario.  What woman would
not adore having the carnal attentions of two gorgeous men upon her?

And so, there I was, immensely enjoying this tantalizing
carnal performance onstage when it happened— that fated moment which changed my
life as I knew it.  Though, why it had to choose
that
particular moment
to happen, I will never know.

With that one solitary moment of exquisite connection with
another, I suddenly comprehended that things would never be the same.

F
our years earlier, I had left my home country of
Holland and came to Venice, Italy
.
 Unlike most of the women who came to
work at
Sanguelascivia—
which is a contrived word from the Italian words
sangue,
meaning blood,
and
lascivia
, meaning lust
—
I
was not destitute or without other more socially acceptable options.  No,
shocking as it was to most, I actually sought to work there.  After inadvertently
hearing of the place— and the lust inducing acts which took place there— I
could not seem to get it out of my head.  Late at night in bed, I would find myself
imagining all of the beautiful women and muscular men in their stimulating
variety of sex acts.  Just thinking about it was enough to rouse me so that I
would have to pleasure myself in order to get some sleep.

 It did not take long for me to resolve that I would go
there as soon as I became of age.  For that, I had to wait two long years.  In
the meantime, I refused three perfectly suitable marriage proposals.  My
parents were positively beside themselves.  I told them not to work themselves
into a dither over
my
life, as I already had it all planned out and
would be out on my own, fending for myself soon enough. 

Needless to say, this did not go over well.

When at last I arrived in Venice and tracked down this
highly exclusive club for the Vampire Elite, I did not even have any guarantee
that I would be hired to be a performer there.  If I had not, I do not know
what I would have done, having left the only home I had ever known behind for a
foreign country.  But
that
was never an option.  Being part of
Sanguelascivia’s
cast of erotic performers was the only thing I had imagined.  I simply
had
to make the audition.  There was no other way.

The audition was the most unnerving, and yet the most
exhilarating thing ever I had experienced!   You see, I had come to
Sanguelascivia
as a virgin.  Upon informing the club’s performance director, Lucia, of this
minor detail, to my relief, she seemed quite pleased.  She then amended what I
would be required to do in my audition, which consisted of a multitude of
scenarios which were thrown at me, beginning with my laying there in the centre
of the stage completely nude, my legs spread eagle on a table while several
members of the cast, male and female, surrounded me, their hands, mouths and
fingers roving all over my body, while various body parts were sporadically
presented to my mouth to service.

Both the males and females were far more attractive than I
ever could have imagined.  Clearly hailing from a variety of countries, there
were fair-skinned blue-eyed, blonde Scandinavians, bronze-skinned brunette
Italians and Spanish, as well as Germans, French, and even a few Russians. 
However, I had yet to spot another redhead such as myself, which made me
hopeful that I would be a unique asset there amongst the, what I considered to
be, far more gorgeous performers than I.

So, for upwards of an hour, it went on and on as that.  I
lost track of how many different cocks I had sucked, how many other women’s cunts
had ridden my tongue, how many breasts had been smashed into my face.  All the
while, anonymous fingers and tongues probed at my sex, teeth nibbling at my
nipples.  Over the course of my audition— somehow without having any previous sexual
experience whatsoever— I had managed to bring two of the women to orgasm, as
well as several guys to climax by my mouth.

Eventually, after this endless barrage of stimulation, my
body could take no more onslaught of pleasure and exploded into orgasm.  I was
utterly staggered!  It was far more intense than the insignificant ones I had bestowed
upon myself over the past several years. 

After all the performers who had initiated me in my audition
had departed— leaving me lying there alone upon that table, still quivering
with ecstasy— Lucia strode up to me and handed me a cloth with which to clean
myself.   Taking it, I nodded at her in appreciation.

With a brief clearing of her throat, she began speaking to
me, “Well, I must say— Gretchen, is it?” 

I nodded my head to confirm.

 “Yes… I must say, upon seeing you initially, I did not hold
much hope for your prospective abilities.  However, clearly I was mistaken.  If
what you revealed previously is indeed true, then your deflowering shall make
an excellent Feature debut performance.  Our distinguished patrons absolutely
relish that sort of rare event.  They will eat you up!”  Then under her breath,
I heard her add, “
Literally
…”

I stared up at her completely bewildered.  “So do you mean
to tell me that I made the audition?”

Chuckling, she replied, “Yes, you naïve girl!  After bearing
witness to your uninhibited receptiveness, I have to admit you would be a fine
addition to the cast of performers here at
Sanguelascivia
.” 

Though it was everything I had been wanting, now I could
hardly believe my ears. 

I have done it!  Me!  I am now an erotic performer at
Sanguelascivia!

Interrupting my mental self-congratulations, Lucia
pronounced, “I’ll leave you to… gather your composure.  When you are ready, you
may join me in the performer’s lounge and we shall go over a few things after
which I will show you to your quarters.”

Still dazed— whether from the intense orgasm or the
wonderful news— I watched her walk off before resuming cleaning myself up.  A
minute later, I jumped up from the table, and finding my legs to be rather
unsteady, carefully made my way to the room just behind the lush blood red
velvet billowing curtains.

Upon seeing me, Lucia smiled somewhat stiffly handing me a white
silk robe.  I slipped into it immediately, grateful for something to cover
myself while in her presence.  “Please, Gretchen, do make yourself comfortable,”
she stated coolly, motioning to a plush settee opposite the chair where she
sat.

Doing just as she said, I smoothed the robe over my thighs
in attempt to ward off my slight nervousness, and then looked up at her,
communicating my readiness. 

My slight awkwardness evidently not affecting her in the
least, Lucia spouted off the details.  “Now, so that we may have sufficient time
to publicize the unique angle of your debut, your first performance will be
scheduled four days from now.”  As though determining to intimidate me, she
paused a moment, staring at me severely before continuing.  “You are
not
under
any
circumstances to compromise your purity before then.  If we
should discover that you have, you may count on an immediate dismissal.  Is this
understood?”

I nodded my head, a bit taken aback at her harshness.  But
then, I supposed that sort of reserved attitude was necessary at a place such
as that.

“Very well,” Lucia replied curtly, moving on in a
businesslike manner.  “Now, we shall go over the specifics of your duties here
at
Sanguelascivia
.  Commencing with your first scheduled performance,
you will be expected to perform five to six nights a week.  The details of
these performances are to be determined by myself.  Just know that if you wish
to remain here, there is no tolerance for inhibition.  You should be willing at
any given time to perform in any variety of acts upon stage, whether that may
be a more vanilla, male-female interaction, a lesbian exhibition, sex with
multiple males, group sex, bondage and domination, Sado-masochism, oral, anal,
and double penetration.”

The look upon my face must have transformed to one of shock
upon taking in the images induced by her list of potential sexual scenarios,
for she quickly added.  “Not to worry, though, I promise not to heave too much
at you at once.  However, if any of this presents a problem to you, you would
do better to speak up now, rather than balking at the scenarios to which you
have been assigned at the last minute.”

However, even I myself was not sure whether it was the
intimidating factor of hearing all that I would be
required
to do or all
that I would have the
prospect
of doing.  Some of the things mentioned
at once prompted my sex to clinch with anticipation, while others caused my
body to stiffen with trepidation. 

Nevertheless, I shook my head.  “It will all be acceptable.”

“Good.  It should go without saying, of course, that you are
to come to each performance on time and after just having cleansed yourself
meticulously.  Each chamber is outfitted with a private wash basin and you
shall have a personal maid assigned to you to properly assist you with such
matters, as well as with dressing you and arranging your hair in the most
attractive manner. 

Nodding my head in agreement, I had to stifle a giggle, for
the image of having a personal maid bathing me was so foreign to me.  Only my
mother had ever served this purpose and that had ended by the time I reached my
adolescence. 

Appearing mildly annoyed with me, Lucia continued on. 
“Last, but certainly not least, following each performance— after seeing to it
that you are properly cleansed, of course— you are to make yourself available
for selection by our highly esteemed Vampire patrons.  Upon being selected, you
shall escort him or her back to the designated VIP room where you shall be at
their disposal.  Whatever it is they wish to do with you, you are to submit
willingly.  Some may request you service them, others may wish to service you,
and still others will have devised creative ways to penetrate you.  Whatever
the case may be,
all
will want to culminate the session with drinking
from you.”

“
Drinking
from me?” I enquired, letting my extreme
naivety slip through to the surface.

Affecting a look of antipathy at having to deal with me,
Lucia emitted an exasperated sigh before elabourating.  “The main reason the
Vampires are here, naturally, to feed from human blood.  The erotic shows
merely serve as a sort of tantalizing appetizer for them, not to mention that
our blood tastes so much better when it is flooded with the chemicals from
sexual arousal.  When we are in such state, it is for them akin to sipping of
the finest wine.”

I was silent for a long moment as I processed this.  Somehow
when I had overheard talk of this place years ago, I had either missed this
vital piece of information or I had subconsciously chosen to focus solely upon
the part which had caught my attention.  Now, I was forced to ask myself the
question.  After all I had left behind to come here, to realise this position
now being offered me, would I allow this solitary aspect upturn it all for me?

Lucia seemed to actually understand, as she sat there tolerantly,
allowing me the freedom to deliberate this rather weighty factor.  At last, I
made up my mind. 

I have gotten exactly what I have wanted, I am not going about
to let a little blood frighten me away!