The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (9 page)

As Lucius settled back comfortably onto the bed, I rose to
my feet and slowly removed my bodice for him, standing before him with bare
breasts and a provocative expression upon my face I reached back and unclasped
my skirt.  As it fell to the floor, I finished what he had started, tearing the
pantalets right off of me, staring into his eyes provocatively all the while. 
I delighted in being able to actually see the darkening of his eyes as he took
in the sight of me.  

Making my way to the bed, I climbed onto it very slowly,
never letting my eyes part from his.  Sitting beside him, I placed my hands upon
the neck of his white shirt, and abruptly pulling them apart, ripped it right
down the centre to expose his muscular chest.   Bending over, I leaned down and
flicked my tongue against each of his nipples.  My breasts just barely grazing
his skin, I sensually kissed my way down the line of his taut abdomen. 

Reaching the waistband of his black breeches, my hand unfastened
them, parting the fabric to reveal the hardness of his manhood. 

“Oooh, Monsieur,” I cooed, taking him into my hand, “It is
so large!  You look mighty scrumptious!  I think I shall have to eat
you
now…”

As I positioned myself between Lucius’s legs, his rigid cock
nestled into the valley of my breasts, eliciting from him a delightful moan.  Smiling
up at his reaction, I moved lower yet, blowing out my hot breath upon him.  Gazing
up into his eyes, commencing at the base, I ran my tongue lightly along him,
stopping just before I reached his swelling crown. 

His resulting moan making me smile, I repeated the motion on
the side.  And then again on the other side.  When I sensed his patience was
expiring, my hand wrapped about his shaft and I came back to the top and
swirled my tongue all about his head.  Lucius grabbed my head in frustration,
though he did not attempt to push it down on him— yet.

Deciding to spare him any further torture, I parted my lips
and took the head of his organ into my mouth, very slowly taking it in.  Groaning
deeply, Lucius’s hands entangled into my hair as I worshipped him with my
mouth.  Reveling in the control I was able to exude over a Vampire, I sucked him
voraciously until it was clear he could take no more.

Rising up, I placed my thigh over his until I was sitting
astride him.
 
Gazing evocatively into my eyes, Lucius pulled me to him
and smashed his mouth to mine.
  

When he finally released me, he said, “God, woman, what have
you done to me?”

“What have
I
done to
you
?” I repeated as I
rose up just a bit and with one hand grabbed hold of his cock to align it with
my opening.  “I believe it is more like what have
you
done to
me
!”

Shaking his head, with an endearing smile Lucius’s hands
went to my breasts, admiring them as though he was an adolescent and they were
the first pair he had ever had the good fortune of fondling!

Lowering myself, I slowly took him in.  We moaned in harmony
with one another at feeling him slide into me.  I had to still myself for a
moment when he was fully submerged in me to allow myself to acclimate to his
size. 

“Oh my God, Lucius!” I exclaimed in awe.  “How is it that
you can feel so perfect for me?!”

“Because we were made for each other…” he said.  “I just had
to wait five hundred years for you!”

“I am sorry.  That certainly makes the couple decades I
waited to find you seem rather insignificant, doesn’t it?”

Lucius flashed that heartbreaking smile at me.  “All that
matters is that we are together now.”

“Yes…” I responded, moving on him once more.

Come here,” he said, pulling me down against him.  “I need
to feel
all
of you.”

I leaned down on him, my breasts melding into his chest, and
Lucius held me tight, kissing me tenderly as I glided my sex along his.

Ready to take control of my pleasure, I soon wiggled out of
his arms and sat upright upon him, rising up until only the tip of him was
still inside of me.  Descending back upon it, I could not get over his magnificent
organ.  It was more amazing than any I had ever felt before!

Lucius was gazing up at me as though I was some sort of
Goddess, which coming from someone like him, made me feel just like one.  “You
are so beautiful to me, my Gretchen.”

Like an aphrodisiac to my soul, the beauty of his words
magnified my pleasure.  I could sense it moving through me, collecting deep in
my core.  Every move I made against him intensified it until I felt I scarcely
had a chance to breathe for all the moaning.   

Leaning forwards just a little, his cock rubbed against my
swollen clitoris.  That was all it took.  My body bursting into orgasm, I
moaned into his mouth as he kissed me with fervour. 

Taking back control of our lovemaking, Lucius flipped me
over plunging into me a few delicious times before withdrawing from me, leaving
me whimpering. 

“On your knees, woman!” he growled at me, his commanding
tone simultaneously startling me and titillating me.

“Oui, Monsieur,” I respond in as innocent a voice as I can
muster, turning over and slowly rising up to my knees. 

Lucius’s eyes were drawn down to my derriere as I pointed it
upwards at him suggestively.  A low growl emanating from him once more, he cupped
his hands about it appraisingly as he positioned himself closer to me.  With
one hand gripped about his eager cock, the other spread me open.  Detecting an
approving moan from him, he pressed his organ against my needing flesh, moving
slightly so that it glided down the hot slickness of my vulva, my labia embracing
it.

My endless need for him intensifying with this teasing, I whimpered
at his stalling. 

“
Please
, Monsieur!” I pleaded.  “I
need
you!”

A devilish smile erupting across his handsome face, Lucius maneuvered
his cock over my flesh, nestling the swollen crown at my opening.  Ripe with
anticipation, I held my breath, waiting to feel him inside of me again. 
Growing impatient, I pushed myself against him, intent upon consuming him, only
to feel his hand deliver a hard smack against the flesh of derriere.

“You naughty Mademoiselle!” Lucius scolded, shaking his head
at me.  “I believe it is
my
turn to have my pleasure in the manner I
wish, is it not?”

“Oui, Monsieur,” I sniveled, submitting to him.

The stinging pain only adding to my arousal, he rubbed his
cock over my sensitive flesh again.  Still, I had the primal urge to press
against him, only this time I thought better of it. At last, I felt him place
it at my opening again, praying to feel him push it into me any moment.

Instead, clearly enjoying my torment, Lucius continued to
taunt me,.

“What is it you want, Mademoiselle?” he prodded, though he
knew full well the answer to that!

“Your cock, Monsieur!” I replied, my insides throbbing from
the prolonged vacancy.

“My
cock
?” he questioned as though confused.  “But
where
does Mademoiselle want my cock?”

He is deriving much too much pleasure from this!

I groaned in vexation.  “Please!  I want your cock in my
pussy
,
Monsieur!” I cried out.

My desperate response instigating a chuckle from him, he
pushed into me all at once.  I groaned profoundly at my desire finally being
fulfilled.

His hands upon my hips, finally Lucius impelled himself into
me.

“Oh God, Lucius!  You feel so amazing in me!”

Grunting in response, Lucius continued to drive into me over
and over again, feeding the height of my ecstasy so that it was as if I was
experiencing a never-ending climax.  Every successive stroke of his large organ
massaged my tender insides intensifying the pleasure to heights I had never
before experienced with anyone else.

His ravenous hand clutching at my swaying breasts, Lucius
honed in to his own pleasure.  Aware from the pattern of his movements in me
his climax was imminent, I made certain to relish every stroke. 

“Yes, Lucius, I am yours!  Take me!”

His arm clutching tighter about my body, Lucius began
groaning louder, each successive thrust deeper than the last. 

“Oh, Gretchen!” Lucius called out my name breathlessly.

With one final thrust into me, he growled, plunging his body
forwards to sink his teeth into the side of my neck, the fluid of his love
surging forth into me.

Collapsing atop me as he devotedly suckled from me, I could
feel the manly form of Lucius’s chest against my slender back.   I was immersed
in a haze of bliss.

In that moment, I knew I was home.

T
he weeks passed by.  Our nights were filled with so
much love and more phenomenal sex than I knew what to do with!  I had never
been happier in all my life as I was since I came to live with Lucius.  Life
was bliss.  It almost felt too good to be true.

And perhaps it was.

I had the unsettling feeling that something was just not
right.  Despite my contentment, I just could not ignore it any longer.  Since I
had been at his home, I had become aware that Lucius had established a pattern
of leaving every few days for hours at a time.  When I asked him where it was he
would go he would not tell me. 

I decided the next time he left I would find out. 

“I am going out,” Lucius told me nonchalantly as he did
every time he disappeared as this.  “I shan’t be long.” With a kiss to my
forehead, he strode out the door, leaving me to wonder where it was he would
go. 

But I would not wonder for long.  What he did not know is
that I had instructed the stable boy to ready my horse immediately if the
master was to leave.  So, running upstairs to put on my riding habit, I raced
out to the stable and mounted my horse.  Fortunately, the ground was soft from
the recent rain, so it was not difficult to keep track of him.  Being careful
to stay well behind him, I followed him through the dark night.

Lucius rode his horse for several kilometres until he
arrived at the grounds of a very well-preserved Medieval castle.  Dismounting
from his horse, he went up to the massive door and rapped the heavy iron door
knocker.

A moment later, the door was opened by quite possibly the
most striking woman I had ever seen, which said a lot from one who had been
performed at
Sanguelascivia
.  Tall and slender, her lustrous black hair
fell down her back in soft round curls, framing a diamond shaped face which
featured flawless skin and exotic eyes. 

I was instantly filled with jealousy.

Who is this woman?

Smiling warmly at him, she motioned for Lucius to come in.  He
did so without hesitation.  It was painfully clear from their exchange that he
was quite familiar with calling on her.

When he stepped inside the door was shut, leaving me in the
dark as to what was going on inside.  Left to wonder, there I remained for
upwards of an hour.  The jealousy rapidly transforming into scorned
mortification, my whole body began shaking uncontrollably.  The bitter tears
tried to rush forth; however, I refused to allow them release.  I would not cry
for a man who would dishonour me like this.  Mounting my horse, I turned him
round and drove him fast through the countryside. 

Suddenly I had to pull him up short.  My stomach already
nauseated by the onslaught of emotions, the jarring from the ride pushed it too
far.  As I leaned over and vomited, my tears surged forth, demanding release
again.  But again, I refused them.   I had to remain strong.  Had to force my
heart to forget everything about him.  It was the only way I could make it
through this.

I had made a huge mistake, opening my heart to love. 

One which I would never make again.

That was all there was to it.  I had known better than to
trust a man, not to give my heart to one.  And what do I go and do?  I giftwrap
it and give it not only to a man, but to a godforsaken
Vampire
, of all
things!  I did not heed my own rational.  And now my heart would suffer the
consequences of my impulsivity.

I could only hope that Lucia would take pity on me enough to
grant me my position at
Sanguelascivia
.  I had no idea what I would do
if she did not.  I could either resort to the degrading act of selling myself upon
the streets of Venice or return home to my parents, though I doubted they would
have me after the things I had done. 

But who says I had to return to Venice, or Amsterdam for
that matter?  I was free.  I could go anywhere I wanted.  Be anything I wanted.

Then why did I still want to be
his
?

Never mind that.  That is past.  A past to expunge from
memory.

At last arriving back to his chateau, I wanted nothing more
than to run upstairs and crawl into my bed and sob myself to sleep.  But I
could not do that.  It was time to be strong, not pitiful.  I had to do what I
knew must be done.

I would gather my belongings and leave this place—
and
him
— behind for good.

I thought about writing him a note, but quickly thought
better of it. 

I do not owe him anything.  He does not deserve an
explanation from me.  If anyone deserves an explanation, it is me!

Putting my horse in the barn so he could refresh before I
would ride him for God knows how long, I walked towards the house, the weight
of my heart growing heavier with the knowledge of what I must do.  I tried not
to remember the first time, only a few weeks earlier, I had walked towards this
house awestruck.  At the time, I believed it to be the happiest day of my
life.  And I suppose it
had
been. 

Nevertheless, I had been a fool. 

But no more.