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Her Queen Mistress

Volume I:

The Erotic Adventures of Snow White

(Erotic Kingdom Fairytale Series)

Snow White, the fairest maiden of the land, has more erotic adventures than any submissive could hope for— some welcome and others not— while journeying through the Kingdom of Lust to her ultimate destiny and Master. 

Volume I:  Her Queen Mistress 

When the insatiable Queen of the Kingdom of lust sees Snow for the first time while riding through her village, she simply must have her for her collection of sex slaves.  

Snow is brought back to the Queen's lair and stripped of all dignity, undergoing a long initiation before the Queen's audience, where she is forced to endure a variety of BDSM erotic torment before finally surrendering her virginity to the Queen herself.

Then she must withstand a rigorous training period, learning to be sexually receptive on demand.  Once her training is complete, Snow spends years entertaining her Mistress with an endless array of carnal performances.

Excerpt

The entire journey back to the castle, Snow couldn’t help but wonder what the Queen wanted with her.  When she attempted to enquire, all she received in response was a sharp glare from the Guard.  After that she presumed it in her best interest to remain silent.  But all the while she had the sinking feeling that whatever it was, it could not be good.

At last the castle loomed before them.  Snow had never seen it up close before.  It was far more colossal than she had ever imagined.  It was really quite impressive, indeed, with its many watch towers and well-aged grey stone walls that had held up despite the countless attacks since Ravenna had taken over the land.  She was not a popular Queen. Unlike most monarchs, she had no desire to keep amicable relations with fellow kingdoms.  She had nil tolerance for not getting her way and had quickly developed a reputation of a ruthless ruler and thus had made many enemies in a surprisingly short time.  And yet somehow the Queen always seemed to elude calamitous attacks on the castle.

The carriage came to a stop and Snow was abruptly pulled from it.  The Guards said not a word as they marched her into the castle.  Snow was confused when instead of taking her to stand before the Queen as she had anticipated, they promptly escorted her down several flights of stairs.  But as soon as they heaved open the massive old door, although she had never personally beheld one before, still the identity of this place was unmistakable.

It was a dungeon.

Her pleading eyes flashed to the Guard.  But his hard face remained cold, not looking at her as he dragged her inside of the dreary stone room where not even a hint of sunlight peeked through to give false hope.  

“Please Sir, do not put me down here!” Snow cried as he dragged her through the long dark corridor illuminated only by the occasional flickering light from a nearly burnt down candle.  “I swear to you I have committed no crime!”

There was no response.  

Finally he slowed his step and stopped before yet another massive door.  Snow’s stomach tightened as she anticipated what else would be waiting for her behind this door.  But she was not at all prepared for what she was about to see.  She fully expected it to be a small empty room which would serve as her cell for some indeterminable length of time until they found her guilty of some contrived crime and sentenced her to execution.  However, she could not have been further from the truth. 

The Guard opened the door to reveal a rather expansive room.  Though it was still dark and cold, it seemed to have less of a dreary ambiance than the rest of the dungeon. Perhaps that was due to the luxurious fabrics draped about the room.  Still, this was in sharp contrast to the vast array of strange equipment and apparatus situated about the room.  There were chains hanging down randomly from the rafters.  Some of the things looked to be some sort of weaponry.  There was a wide variety of leather whips and floggers.  A wooden table with straps affixed to it.  Then Snow gasped as she realised what this all was.  These were devices of torture.

“Get on with you, wench!” the Guard snapped, heaving her further inside.  

When they rounded the corner, Snow was shocked to see a blonde woman and two men chained and bound on the floor.  But that’s not what shocked her.  What shocked her was the fact that they were stark naked.  If she hadn’t comprehended the severity of her fate before, she surely did in this moment.  The Guard pushed her onwards to a spot along the wall just a few metres from them.  He reached for the old chains hanging from the stone wall and grabbing her hard, fastened the iron shackles around her wrists.  When he clicked the lock closed, he pushed her down to the floor and turned and marched off without another word.

Snow was uncomfortable at once, with her arms drawn up over her head as they were by the chains.  Even with this ostensible doomed fate looming before her, Snow felt herself blushing at seeing a male so blatantly nude.   Never before had she looked upon another’s nakedness, and especially not that of a man.  

Though she was a mere peasant, still, she had been brought up with scrupulous morals.  Out of respect for them— as well as for herself— Snow strained to avert her eyes, but found it to be most difficult.  They all had beautiful bodies.  The blonde female’s body was beautiful, flawless.  It was long and slender, with subtle curves.  She noted how her breasts were a bit smaller than her own, but attractive in their own right with rosy upturned nipples.  

But it was the males who really stirred her.  One was blonde and blue-eyed.  The other appeared to be of Spanish descent with darker skin, hair and eyes.  Both were at the zenith of their manhood and their physiques were breathtaking.  Their sculpted torsos displayed more ripples than the rolling hills of her childhood play land.  

Snow had never imagined she would be so affected by the sight of another’s body.  Now, at last, she fully understood her parents’ preaching on the significant power of lust, and the importance of the avoidance thereof.  

Snow swallowed back her flurry of emotions as she prepared to question them.  “Pardon me, my Lady, good Gents, but can you please tell me what I am doing here?”  

Not one of the three slaves answered her or even bothered to look her way.  

Snow felt hurt at their lack of acknowledgment, but tried again, nonetheless.  “Please, I beg of you, what does the Queen want with me?  Why are we kept down here?”

Hours passed as Snow sat there in frustration and increasing discomfort on that cold stone floor.  A few hours later, a girl came with food for them.  She tried to question her, as well.  But she, too, disregarded her and left without a word.  A glorious meal it was not, but for her, it really was not much different from how she was accustomed to eating.

 

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"The primal wolf in him craved her as he had craved nothing before.  She would give up the only life she had ever known for him."

 

It is the night of the Snow Moon.  Sweden, December 1790.

Maiden Kaia is days away from being married to the handsome Leif when her mother suddenly becomes gravely ill. Desperate to save his wife, her father sends his only daughter to the village on his horse to obtain help for her beloved mother.  

But Kaia will not be returning home.

Out on the path, wolves emerge from the trees, surrounding her and spooking her horse. Fainting in sheer terror, the next thing Kaia knows, she is being dragged through the snow back to their lair. Shivering cold, half naked and bound, she startles awake to the feel of warm breath blowing out over her body.  

The following day, she realises she sees no wolves around, but does see several other women there. Noticing they are all pregnant, Kaia fears her fate. Her fears are validated when one of them complacently informs her that her initiation is imminent. The moment her scent is ripe, she is to be mated by all males of the pack.

Still worse than that is the struggle she is having with herself upon being presented with so much blatant man flesh walking about, leaving Kaia flustered with the responses of her body which are swiftly summoning forth to betray her.  

And then, she feels herself drawn to the strikingly gorgeous Dane, with his hair black as night, and eyes blue as the sky.  He is also the baby of the pack. No matter how good he may seem, still she fights against the feelings threatening to overtake her.  How can she allow herself to fall for one of them? 

Will Kaia ever escape this primitive place to see her family again? And if she does, will she be able to suppress the primal need she feels awakening in her? Worse yet, will she want to?

EXCERPT OF 'CRAVING RED'

     Being the youngest member of the pack— and therefore the lowest ranking and least threatening— Dane was ordered to visit the newest human female daily to coax her arousal and reception of the pack for the big event.  Not having been considered old enough to mate, priming the young maidens which they captured during each changing of the moon for the breeding ritual had been his duty for the past two years now.  But lately, his frustration was quickly becoming exasperated.  He didn’t know how much longer he could stand it.

        Of course, at first he was thrilled for the chance to get at some female flesh.  But after a while, he realised he would have rather not done it at all, rather than to get all worked up just to be left with no warm place to relieve his throbbing cock.  However, this time things would be different. He could actually allow himself to get worked up since he now had something to anticipate.  For this was to be his first time to participate in the breeding ritual.

        Dane was given free rein to do anything and everything in his power to rouse the new female’s receptiveness, so long as he did not actually penetrate her.  The privilege of deflowering all of the females automatically belonged to Thorin, his Alpha.

       He had been eagerly anticipating his first mating for so long now.  The night he would be officially considered as a man.  But now that it was imminent, he was not so sure anymore.

         Perhaps it was this particular female which made Dane feel differently about the whole thing.  He probably should not have lain by her side in the night.  But he just couldn’t stand by and watch her shuddering in the cold as she was.  He told himself that he had only done it for the sake of the pack.  Had he not, she surely would have been dead by morning.  

        As Dane strode around the corner to head for the human woman who was their latest captive, he stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback by her beauty.  It was as though he was seeing her for the first time— which he was, as a man.  Her golden hair cascaded down the ivory skin of her back, and over her shoulders, veiling her rounded breasts.  Beholding the soft curves of her body produced an instantaneous thickening of his organ, something which by now, rarely occurred, as it was nothing new to see naked females about the camp.  

       And sure, he had been around countless fresh females there, and many of them had indeed been beautiful.  But none of them could compare to this one.  For with her, he instantly sensed that her beauty was far deeper than that which enticed his eyes.  

       Dane swallowed in attempt to gain control of himself before moving towards her again.  The girl’s eyes flared and she wrapped her arms tight about her legs, cowering into the corner of the cage. For a reason which was entirely unfamiliar to him, her frightened reaction troubled him.  He forced himself to shake it off and moved forward to do what he was sent to do.

       Kaia’s attention was suddenly alerted to a man walking towards her, one which she had not seen before.  His towering, muscular physique put even their leader to shame.  He had stopped dead in his tracks several metres away and was just standing there staring at her, the strangest expression upon his face.

       She gasped.  Knowing not what his intentions were for her, her first reaction was to protect herself.  She pulled her legs into herself and wrapped her arms tight about them, shrinking into the corner of the cage, the coarse iron bars cold and abrasive upon her bared skin.

       As though wounded by her defensive reaction, the man grimaced, only further perplexing her.  What does he care if I am frightened of him?  Is that not what they want, after all?

       Even in her present state, Kaia was not blind to the fact that he was attractive.  To be truthful, gorgeous would be more accurate.  She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles rippled enticingly beneath his bronzed skin with every move he made.  But still, more than that, he was strangely familiar somehow, though she was certain beyond a doubt that she had never seen him before.

      Reaching her, the man crouched down to unlock the cage, his coal black hair falling into his face so that it shielded his light blue eyes.  The fear magnified in her, even as his looks inspired something else entirely conflicting with her defensive response.  

       “May I ask your name?” the man asked, carefully opening the cage door.  She could not help but be put at ease under the low softness of his tone.  

       She was surprised by his civil manner.  “Kaia,” she answered hesitantly in response, peering into his eyes in attempt to assess him.  They had to be the deepest eyes she had ever seen on anyone.

        “Kaia,’ he repeated, the smoothness of his voice soothing her more.  She quickly reprimanded herself for falling for the cunning ruse.  “Lovely name.  It means ‘pure one’, does it not?”

She nodded her head with a slight snort.  The irony of it all was not lost on her.

       “I am Dane,” he returned, offering his hand out to her.  She looked to him, her eyes filled with confusion.  His crooked half-smile lit up his pale blue eyes making them shimmer, tugging at her heart without her consent.  Kaia’s unwanted reaction to the man-wolf instigated her to stiffen against the unexpected emotion.  The last thing she was going to let herself do would be to fall for one of them.

        Hesitantly, she placed her hand within his still out held one.  Dane closed his large hand over hers.  The intense warmth of it travelled up her arm, seeming to penetrate her whole body.  

      “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Lady,” Dane said.  “If you will, come with me.”

        Come with him?  Where is he taking me?  Has he been sent to kill me?  No, I cannot believe this man means to harm me.  But what does he want with me?

        Powerless to do anything else, Kaia crawled from the cage and rose to her feet to follow him. The other men about the camp leered at her, making lewd remarks as Dane led her through the camp.  Coming to a small tent, he pulled the entrance flap aside and motioned her inside.   Upon the ground was a makeshift bed.  Grasping the apparent significance of it, her stomach twisted anxiously.

        Does he mean to have his way with me?

        “Lie down,” Dane directed gently, yet firmly.

        Kaia raised her eyes to him, trying to discern the intent upon his face.  But she could not. His face beheld a strange mixture which she could not quite decipher, as though he, too, had conflicting feelings about something.  

      Though, about what?  Me?  His status in the pack?  What he is about to do to me?  She exhaled in frustration.

       Her hands still shackled, Kaia knelt down and twisted sideways to lie upon the bed as directed, groaning at finally being able to stretch out fully.

       Dane smiled at her as though he understood, giving her a moment to become comfortable.  

      She studied him for a long moment.  He truly was quite beautiful.  By far, the most attractive man she had ever been in the presence of.  And now, here she was without a shred of dignity, naked. But then, so was Dane.  Yes, he certainly was.  And God, what a build the man had!  She endeavoured to divert her eyes from his prominent manhood, but suddenly they seemed to possess a mind of their own, and kept reverting their gaze to his thickening groin.  

       Yes, indeed.  He was the prime specimen of male perfection.

       Then Dane sat down beside her on the bed.  Him being so close to her caused a strange feeling to infiltrate Kaia’s belly.  Whatever it was, it was something she had never experienced before and, therefore, had no words for.  But she knew it was something which she should not be feeling for a man she had only just met, not to mention a man who was not her husband.  Shame at her own thoughts washed over her, causing her defenses to bristle.  She had to resist him.  

       Dane reached out to touch her and she recoiled from him, anger filling her eyes.  

      “No!  Stay away from me!” Kaia screamed.  “You have no right to touch me!”  She realised she was powerless against this man, but she felt she had to do something.  If nothing else but for her own sanity, she had to know that she had at least tried to fight him off.  What she didn’t expect was his reaction.

      Needing a moment to decide how to best handle this feisty maiden, he drew in a deep breath, though he did not move from her side.  Dane was saddened by her reaction, though he understood it completely.  He was certain he would have behaved in the same manner were he the one locked up naked in a cage like an animal.  He knew that was no way to treat a woman.  Especially a woman like Kaia.  

       But he also knew he did not have any say in the matter.  He was a mere inferior in the pack.  If Dane uttered a single word of defiance, Thorin and his pure-bloods would obliterate him.  His role was to carry out the orders he was given, which was exactly what he intended upon doing. Not that he minded one bit having to spend time with the soft and fair human female.

       “I know you are scared, Kaia, but I promise I am not going to hurt you,” he expressed softly.

       “You do not understand!” she retorted, the hot tears pooling in her eyes. 

     “You’re right, I probably don’t understand anything you’ve been through,” Dane responded, softening his voice the best he could.  “So why don’t you tell me about it.”

     He remained by her side patiently as she glared at him for a long time.  Eventually her expression softened, again becoming one of fear.  She looked like no more than a scared little girl.       It stirred something in him, something other than that which stirred his loins.  Then he comprehended just what it was.  Protectiveness.  Dane wanted to protect her.  Suddenly, he could not imagine allowing anything to hurt her.  But how was a man of his inferior status to do that?

       Finally the maiden spoke.  “I have never been seen, let alone touched by a man before.  I come from a fine family and I am to be married in two days’ time.  Now if I return home un-pure, I will not be fit for any husband.”  

       Not knowing quite what to say, Dane rashly blurted out, “You do not need to worry about husbands.  You will not be returning home.  Your place will be with the pack now.”

The look she gave him made him feel positively dreadful.  After all, what right was it of theirs to rip away a young woman’s life?  But the other pack members did not share his views, and until now, he had been plenty wise enough to keep them to himself.

      “Please, Dane!” she pleaded.  The sound of his name on her tongue only made it worse for him.  “There’s more.  You see, I was on my way home with a remedy for my ailing mother when you and your wolves attacked me and brought me here.”  She had to swallow back the tears which shook her voice.  Kaia took a deep breath before continuing.  “Now she may be dying.  Please, you seem to be a nice man.  Just let me go.”  

        “I am truly sorry for what has happened to you, Kaia.  It was not my decision, just as it is not in my power to let you go now.  If I were to, you and I would both be executed.”

        No longer able to hold back the tears, they came coursing out down Kaia’s face.  The sight of this beautiful woman weeping was more than Dane could bear.  He had to turn away to maintain his resolve, his duty to the pack.  

       “It would be much easier on both of us if you just went along with what I was sent here to do,” he said, his tone hardening.

        Kaia glared hard at him, making him lose his words.

       “They are going to mate you in a few days either way, Kaia.  You may as well allow me to help you learn to enjoy it.”

      “So your advice to me is just to simply lay back and enjoy it?”  Her tone was dripping with aversion.

      “Yeah, I am,” he responded, not really getting what was so wrong with that.

     “And I should not have any concern for the fact that to do so would be going against everything I have been reared to believe in.  Don’t you see, Dane?  I couldn’t just lay back and enjoy it even if I wanted to.  For me to do so would be virtually sacrilegious!”  Of course she would never admit to him that she thought she might just actually enjoy it— particularly not when she could hardly admit such a thing to herself.

      Unable to relate to her moral convictions, Dane scrunched his brow at her, his eyes searching to understand this woman.  He did sympathize with her and he wanted to understand where she was coming from, really he did.  But his upbringing had been as contradictory to hers as it could possibly be.

      Dane thought long and hard before speaking.  “Alright Kaia, here is the way this is going to go.  I won’t force myself on you tonight.  That will give you some time to adjust to the idea.  But I am required to bring you here every night until the mating is ordered to ready you and I cannot shirk that duty to my pack.  So, tomorrow night when I bring you here, you are going to be a good girl and let me carry out my duty.”

      “No, I will NOT!” Kaia raised her voice again.

      “Yes, you are.  And we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.  For your sake, I hope it is the easy way, although sometimes the hard way can be fun, too.” He flashed his crooked smile at her.

      Deriving no humour from his comment, she held her stance. 

    “Right… well.  Anyway, Kaia, trust me, you don’t want to go into the group mating without having been sufficiently primed.  It will make it all so much easier on you.  And I don’t want to see you like that.  You may even enjoy it if you learn to relax enough.  But you can’t do that until you let me do my job.”

      Kaia shot a look of disgust at him.  “Let us get one thing straight.  I will not derive any form of enjoyment from that vile act.  And furthermore, nothing is going to make it easier.”

     “With all due respect, Miss, you are not the first female I have had to deal with in this occasion.  Maybe it is just a facade they feel they must put forth, but they all say something similar.  And if I am not mistaken, most of them seem to enjoy their mating rite exceedingly.”

     “I will have you know that I am not just another one of the bitches that have been brought here for your pack’s vile group rape sessions!  And I have no façade.  I speak the truth.”

     “If you say so.  Just please consider what I have said.  Tomorrow night can go a whole lot better than this.  Besides, the more time you spend with me in here, the less time you have to be scrunched up in that cage.  Speaking of which, if you are ready for me to take you back now, I will certainly oblige you.”

      Kaia was fuming.  Dane knew he had her right where it hurt.  But she couldn’t possibly admit that to him now.  She elevated her chin high with all the dignity she could muster.  “Yes, that will be fine, thank you.”

       When she was huddled back in the cold cage a few minutes later, Kaia suddenly wished she had not been so rash.  She decided she preferred being in that room arguing with Dane to being alone in the cold, harsh reality of the cage, nothing more than a spectacle for every male which passed to leer at.  Besides, she could look at him all day long, even if they were yelling at each other. Something about that man drove her crazy— in the worst and the best way possible.  

       She groaned to herself.  Boy, am I in a heap of trouble.

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"As I lay there being taken by two men, my orgasm swept through me, yet it was for another who had pleasured me only in the realm of my mind."

Giuliana never dreamed life would lead her to where she is now-- serving as a courtesan in the swanky vampire theatre Sanguelascivia in Venice, Italy. Some days, she hates to admit, she loves her job— what woman wouldn't enjoy being sexually pleasured in a variety of new ways every day? She has been serviced by some of the most mouthwatering men she has ever laid eyes on.

And still other days, she cannot believe she has lowered herself to this. Then there are the Vampire patrons to whom she is expected to submit and service privately after the shows. Her life at Sanguelascivia is in severe contrast to the simple life she once knew with her husband and child. But she no longer allows herself to think of them. It is too painful to face the loss.

Giuliana vowed she would never love again. That is, until she sees Vincenzo her first night at the theatre and something stirs deep within her. Night after night she aches as she watches him with other women, wondering when she will finally have her turn to be pleasured by him. The only way she is able to endure her performances with the other men— and oft times women— is to fantasize about him pleasuring her.

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“The first time I laid eyes upon her, 
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I knew at once that I was done for... 

Never would I want another woman.”

   
Vincenzo was reasonably happy with his life.  He had a stylish place to live and a job most other men would die for— having sex with multiple partners every night and servicing wealthy clients in the VIP, male and female alike.  For years now, he had been one of the star performers at Sanguelascivia, a swanky erotic nightclub in Venice for the Vampire elite.

But then Giuliana wandered in to the club, a destitute young widow who had nowhere else to turn.  She was nothing like the other women there at Sanguelascivia.  Sure, many of them were gorgeous and naturally, he enjoyed fucking them, but none of them ever interested him in the least.      Perhaps it was merely because Giuliana was not yet hardened by this lifestyle.  She was beautiful in a soft and compassionate kind of way that he had not known in a long time. 

Never had Vincenzo seen anyone quite like her.

And now, he could not seem to get her out of his mind. 

Nor did he want to.

Vincenzo begins fantasizing about Giuliana during his every performance with the other women.  Then he must agonizingly witness her initiation performance with two men.  Will he be able to stand it, or will his emotion get the better of him? 

Will they ever be scheduled to perform together so that he may know the pleasure of being with her?  It is as if someone is determined to keep them apart…

But then something happens which forces Vincenzo to act quick, altering the course of both of their fates forever.  He has to make the most difficult choice of his life— fleeing Sanguelascivia, and the woman he loves.

Will he ever see Giuliana again or will he go through eternity longing for the one woman who has ever touched his heart?

'The Seduction of Gretchen'

“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?

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Announcing the Official Release of 'The Seduction of Gretchen'!

For this Valentine's Day, I have created another tantalizing Paranormal Erotic Romance Novella for your reading pleasure: 

'The Seduction of Gretchen'!

“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?

Story Excerpt for 'The Seduction of Gretchen'

 Just before I was to step up to the platform for my mandatory parade before my potential customers, Lucia pulled me aside.

“No need for that, Signorina Gretchen,” she told me pragmatically.  I looked to her questioningly. 

 “Your services have already been reserved by a Monsieur Lucius La Croix.  He is already waiting for you in room five-hundred twenty-two.”

My heart nearly stopped.

Strange.  Never have I heard of someone circumventing the compulsory selection process.  Could that be him?  Monsieur Lucius La Croix… A French name… yes, I could certainly see him being French.

Part of me hoped it would be, while the other part feared the same.  

If he has managed to have so profound an effect on me from a distance, than being in his presence has the potential to literally ruin me!  What if I never desire another man again, even become physically repulsed by them and am left unable to perform forcing me to take to the streets?

Worse yet, what if he is not satisfied with me, becoming disenchanted with me, never to return!  I will be shattered!

Considering all of the possibilities had my stomach working its way into knots.

I could hardly believe I was finally going to be able to service him!  Then for a moment, I decided I must be dreaming, which would have been a rather disappointing realisation, indeed.

Well, I suppose I shall know soon enough if it is a dream or not.

My nerves were really beginning to become agitated as I made my way up the several flights of stairs to the fifth floor. 

It is a good thing I am in shape!

All too soon— or not soon enough, I am not sure which— I was standing before the room in which she had told me he was waiting for me.   As my hand moved to the lever on the door, I drew in a deep breath.  A moment of fear shot through me.

What if it is not him, after all?  I don’t know if I can stand to be disappointed again.  No, but it has to be him, I just know it is!

Turning down the lever, I pushed the door open.  “Hello?  Bonjour?”

At first, I did not see anyone.  Thinking perhaps I had the wrong room, I stepped back to glance at the number beside the door. 

Five-hundred, twenty-two.

“Please, come in,” came the voice, low and commanding yet smooth.  Something about the sound of it told me it was him.  It was the most perfect voice I had ever heard.

I stepped all the way inside the small room, shutting the door behind me.  There to the far left side of the red velvet settee, sat the man whom had occupied every waking— as well as non-waking— moment of my existence in the past month. 

My heart stopped within my chest. 

He was dressed rather elegantly in a suit of ivory satin which seemed to blend seamlessly with his smooth as alabaster skin.  The suit was trimmed in baby blue velvet, accentuating his eyes which were penetrating me in the same mesmerizing manner as they had the other times I had seen him.  His soft waves of pale blonde hair grazed his shoulders and shone like silk, framing his perfectly structured face. 

For all of my relentless fantasizing, I now saw that I had failed severely in doing him proper justice.  He was absolutely beautiful, if one could call a man that, in which case he would definitely be the prime definition. 

He is a God!

I realised that never had I been this close to him before.  It was humbling.  The nervousness which had been dancing about my stomach now flared up fully.  I feared I would choke and not be able to speak, ruining my chance to make a positive impression upon him. 

Somehow, surprising myself, I managed.

“Monsieur La Croix?” I confirmed almost inaudibly in an attempt to smooth over my shaky voice, which I consequently failed miserably.  Never had any man had this effect upon me.  I felt so silly!

The corners of his mouth curled up to form a confident smile.  Having not the opportunity to see his smile before, I became further enthralled.  It was indeed something to behold!

“Oui, I am Monsieur La Croix,” he answered.  “But please, call me Lucius.”

“Lucius,” I repeated, savouring the sound of his name upon my tongue.  Out of fear at appearing daft, I quickly checked myself.  If he knew the powerful effect he had upon me, how I had fantasized of him every day, every night… 

Then realising I was indeed behaving precisely as a foolish girl, I had yet to even properly introduce myself.  No wonder he stared at me so strangely.  “Forgive me my pause.  I am Gretchen.”

“Gretchen,” he repeated sensually, as though caressing my name with his tongue.  “A beautiful name.  What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”

“I agree, Monsieur… Lucius,” I promptly corrected myself.

He merely continued smiling at me, turning my knees to jelly.  Though his demeanour was one of refinement, I could also immediately sense something else lurking just below the surface, though exactly what it was, I did not know.

“Won’t you please have a seat?” he suggested, placing his hand upon the cushion beside him.

I swallowed, the thought of being even closer to him nearly too much to handle.  Regardless, I knew that if I wanted even more from him, I had better gain control of myself.  Taking another deep breath, my hands went to the sash at my waist which held my robe closed and began to loosen it.

Much too courteously, Lucius held up his hand to stop me.  “That will not be necessary, Gretchen,” he stated rather abruptly.  Then smoothing over his tone once more, he continued, “Let us become better acquainted, shall we?”

I was puzzled.  After all the lust filled gazes we had exchanged, he did not want me nude?  Brushing it aside for the moment, I walked towards him and sat upon the settee beside him. 

Oh God, how can I possibly be this close to him and not want more from him?

 “So then, you are French?” I enquired for want of something, anything to begin the requisite conversation, my voice shakier than I had hoped it would be.

“Oui.  I live just outside Paris,” he replied proudly.  “Have you been there?”

“No, I have not.  But I hope to one day.”

“And perhaps one day you shall,” he remarked rather cryptically. 

What does he mean by that?

My heart began racing as I considered the possible scenarios.  In attempt to disguise my nervousness, I grinned at him, which I realised came out far more profound than I had intended.

“There is no need for anxiousness, Gretchen,” he stated calmly, placing his hand over mine.  I shivered at his touch, but not because of the coolness of it.

Is he able to read my mind, as well?

I chuckled.  “Oh, I am not anxious,” I fibbed.

Raising his brow, Lucius just tilted his head and stared at me as a father who had just caught a child in a lie.

“Well, maybe just a little,” I corrected, a coy smile touching my lips.  “To be quite honest, I have waited a long time to finally meet you, Lucius.”

He remained silent for a long moment, leaving me to wonder what he must be thinking.

At last, Lucius spoke.  “Yes, and I, as well.  Although I promised myself I would not.”

His words caused the knots in my stomach to tighten.

“Would not what?” I enquired, a bit confused.

  Sighing, he replied, “Succumb to my desire to be closer to you.”

Oh!

 Well, that was certainly something to take in!

“But you are here now…” I validated.

“Oui,” Lucius confirmed in defeat.  “I never said I was a strong man.  Clearly, I was unable to resist my desire to know you any longer.”

What in the world am I supposed to say to a declaration like that?

“Well then, I must confess, I am glad you are not a strong man.” I smiled at him mischievously.

“I just had to give myself a chance to spend some time with you, Gretchen,” Lucius expanded.  “My curiosity got the better of me.”

“And?” I prodded, my hand caressing his leg.  I was not about to let him leave me hanging like that! 

Lucius looked back at me curiously for a moment before placing his hand over mine firmly, hindering my ascent up his thigh.  “You are most certainly a tempting woman, Gretchen,” he said.  And then so quietly that I was not sure if he had actually meant for me to hear it, he added, “Tempting, indeed…”

 That is all he has to say?  What am I supposed to make of that?!

“However, I believe it is time for me to go now,” he declared suddenly, rising to his feet.

I did not understand.  It just did not fit everything I had imagined our first encounter to be.  I wanted to give him everything of myself, wanted him to taste every part of me and here he had taken nothing from me.

 “Already?” I questioned him, intensely disappointed.  “But you have not even tasted me.” I sputtered hastily.  Then, realising how that must have sounded, I quickly added, my face flushing, “I mean my blood…”

“That is not why I came here, why I requested you, Gretchen.  I do not typically make a habit of feeding from random humans.”

So, he regards me as no more than a random human?

“Oh, I see,” I replied, the disappointment stinging me deeper. 

My soaring heart plummeted.

It seems he wants nothing from me when all I wanted was to give him everything. 

Noticing my injured reaction, a sympathetic smile touched upon his lips.  “On second thought, what kind of gentleman would refuse such an enticing offer?”  His smile transformed into one slightly more lascivious as he moved closer.  “Close your eyes, Gretchen,” he whispered into my ear.

I did, my pulse already quickening for him.  My heart leapt with joy as I felt him move in closer to me, wrapping his arms about my body.  I felt the prominence of his hand upon my face, gently tilting my head back.  His hands were cool, but for once I did not care, for his mere presence had ignited my insides!  I leaned my head back further to allow him unencumbered access to me. 

Scarcely a second after I perceived the smoothness of his face against my neck, I felt his teeth pierce into me, causing me to sigh into his ear.  Never before had being bitten by a Vampire instigated so much desire in me.  All at once it seemed to flood my body, even as my blood simultaneously flowed out of it.

In that moment, I was elated to be serving him, that he was taking my blood into him, that I was the one to nourish his need for subsistence. 

Somewhere during this— without my sanctioning of it— my lust for him metamorphosed into something else.  It was as I presumed it must be with a mother nursing her newborn babe.  I wanted to be the one to fulfill all of his needs, wanted him to seek it out from me… only me. 

In response to the feel of his strong arms around me, his soft hair brushing my cheek, his full lips upon my neck, his teeth nursing from my vein, my resulting pleasure swiftly began gathering within my core. 

I did not even realise I had begun moaning so heavily.

“Oh yes, my Lucius,” I crooned involuntarily as the heat of my pleasure ascended in me.

And then rather abruptly, he released me, pulling his mouth from my neck.  So caught up in the experience was I, my head so light, that I stumbled.

“I must go,” he declared almost severely.

At first, I could not decipher the meaning of his words.  My head was in a fog, whether from the pleasure of what I had been experiencing or from the lack of blood. 

“No…” I whimpered, distressed at the thought of being without him.  “Will I see you again?” I requested with a pout, immediately hoping I had not come off as desperate.

“Perhaps…” he said as he reached the door, roving his eyes over me hungrily one last time as he opened it. 

And with that Lucius turned away and went through the door, shutting it behind him before I had the chance to say another word.

Stunned, I dropped down upon the settee. 

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