The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (4 page)

Sven settled between Giuliana’s
legs, pushing himself into her slowly.  I knew firsthand how good he was with
the females, so I had an idea of just what it was she would be experiencing. 
Oddly enough, I did not feel as jealous watching him fuck her as I had with
Maximo. 

At least yet.

Perhaps it was because we had
shared women so many times before.  I found myself already considering whether
I would like to share Giuliana with him. 

Sven’s cock now fully inside
of her, she let out a soft moan, demonstrating her pleasure.  I savoured it,
the sound of her moaning in response to his thrusting only fueling my lust
more.

Seeming rather dedicated to
the task at hand, she wriggled her tongue upon Inga’s clitoris as she gazed up
to observe her sucking feverishly upon the massive cock of Maximo.  Wondering
whether I was mistaken, I had the impression she was actually really turned on by
all this.  Yet, while I hoped she was not, at the same time, the idea that she
was, fueled my own desire even higher!

Her tongue still ardent upon
Inga, Giuliana truly seemed to be enjoying the rhythm of Sven within her,
moving her lower body in sync with his every thrust.  Inga’s muffled moans began
growing higher in pitch and closer together and I knew well what
that
meant.  Sure enough in the next moment, she was writhing about feverishly atop
the face of my love.  I was rather surprised that Giuliana had succeeded in
bringing about her orgasm so easily.  I watched as she lapped up her juices with
devotion.

Well, perhaps she will
make it in this place after all.  She really seems to be taking to this quite
readily.  I cannot wait to see for myself what a superb lover she will be!

Then Inga spun about on her
face, facing the opposite direction, her pussy still planted on Giuliana’s
face.  I knew exactly what it was she was doing and I really did not like it. 
Even so, I could not tear my eyes from the scene.  As I suspected, right on
cue, Maximo slid his massive organ into Inga from behind, his swinging balls
slapping against her right above Giuliana’s eyes.  I could see the fresh juices
dripping onto her face each time he sank himself into Inga. 

It made me sick.  And from
the expression upon Giuliana’s face, I could tell she did not appreciate it
either.

She seemed rather grateful
when he grabbed Inga by the hips and lifted her off in one move, placing her upon
her feet where he persisted in driving himself into her from behind.  I was
just relieved the brute was away from my Giuliana at last. 

Let him take out his
animalistic nature on Inga.  She can handle it,  Knowing her as I do, I am sure
she loves it! 

However, that move did free Giuliana
to gaze up at Sven, to communicate her pleasure to him.  It was easy to see
that she tended towards making love, rather than fucking.  Though I did not
feel nearly as protective of her with Sven, at the same time, I found myself worrying
about something else entirely. 

With his boyish good looks
and sweet nature, I could easily see Giuliana falling for someone like him. 
And who could blame her?  Sven is a great guy, a gentle and dedicated lover who
knows well how to make a lady feel like a cherished woman. 

Yeah, I could see Giuliana
soaking that right up!  Then, I won’t stand a chance!

My fears were confirmed as
Sven smiled down softly at her, wrapping his arms about her waist and leaned
back, pulling her on top so that she was now astride him.  My jealously
flared.  Never had I felt any animosity towards Sven.  He was my best friend. 
But at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull him by the back of his
pretty blonde head and drag him outside to show him who the real man here was.

I gritted my teeth, torturing
myself as I persisted in watching this, Giuliana rotating her hips, grinding herself
against him.

Sven appeared to really be
enjoying himself with
MY
woman, his hands moving to her breasts,
kneading them gently as he gazed up at her working herself into a fever atop
his damned Swedish cock. 

I growled, my hand curling
into a fist as he pulled Giuliana forwards taking her breast into his mouth, and
suckling upon it as he slowly thrust himself into her as though thoroughly claiming
her.

She closed her eyes, reveling
in the pleasure he was giving her. 

My heart ached.

No!  This is not right! 
This is not how it was supposed to go!  I was the one who was supposed to
introduce her to her sexual awakening!  I was the one she was meant to fall
for!

Sven leaned back again, his
eyes still upon her as she sat up and moved herself back and forth along his
cock.  I did not need an up close and personal view to know just what she was
doing.  Giuliana, her mouth open, was using him to reach that magical inner
place deep inside of her and rubbing her clitoris against him. 

She will soon be in
heaven, and she will confuse it with love.  I have seen it before, known her
kind before.  She is too good, too naïve.  She will not understand the
difference between great sex and love.

Within moments I was forced
to agonizingly witness her eyes rolling back, as her body was overtaken by
another orgasm, this one given her by another man, making me acutely aware that
I
was not the one to be the first to show her pleasure, to captivate her
coveted affection.  Giuliana moaned faintly, not because her pleasure was weak,
but I discerned it was rather because she was being taken higher, the pleasure
far beyond physical, instead enchanting her mind.  It was precisely the kind of
experience every woman yearns for, yet only happens to them once in a great while,
and only with someone whom they feel they can truly let go and trust. 

At that moment I knew I had
already lost her. 

Lost her before we had even
had
our
chance at love. 

She would never know that she
had been meant for me, how she had already altered my soul, made me realise
what my life has been lacking. 

What was the point of all
this, if just to leave me heartbroken?

What is this she has done
to me?  Never have I felt this way before!

My heart clenched tightly
about itself as I sustained my viewing, wishing more than anything that I could
tear my eyes away from it, away from her.  Nevertheless, having the chance to
be near her at all, even like this, causing me all this torment, was still
preferable to fathom not being near her at all. 

Twisting the knife in my
heart more, I heard Sven moaning, and being long familiar with him in this
regard, I knew what it meant.  His movements were becoming shorter, tenser, his
face and chest strained.  Giuliana opened her eyes to gaze up at him dreamily, evidently
appreciating the sight of the taut and glistening muscles of his arms and
shoulders as he endeavoured to move within her as many more times as possible
before the pleasurable experience was over. 

Suddenly, Sven’s muscles
began twitching and I knew the end was near, for which I was undoubtedly
grateful.  Except that it meant she would go away.  Then where would that leave
me?

Giuliana pressed into him
harder, upsetting any remaining control he may have had.  I anticipated him
pulling out of her at any moment, to dispense his seed somewhere upon her
lovely body.  This was customary among the performers at
Sanguelascivia
,
both as a precaution for unwanted conception, as well as the added effect it
had on the audience both in visual and in scent.

Instead, I was horrified when
I perceived the usual signs of his face and body tensing, then his low groan as
he gave one final deep thrust into her.  I was baffled for a moment, unable to
believe what I had just witnessed.   

Please tell me he did not
just do what I think he did!  He did not cum inside of her… inside of MY
Giuliana?!  How could he do such a thing?  Once she realises what he has done,
she is going to…

And then, Giuliana did
something which surprised me still more.  She leaned down against him, pressing
her beautiful breasts to his body and kissed him lovingly upon the neck as he
breathed sharply into her smooth hair.  The finality of it said that she
understood what had happened and furthermore, she was not in the least
distressed by it.

It was all too much.  I felt
I would surely implode from the emotions raging inside of me.

Not only have I watched
her be fucked by Maximo, but Sven has clearly made love to her, and worse
still, she made love to him.  Now he has given her his seed?!  What next, they
decide they are in love and run away together because she is with child?  Then
I will not only lose the only woman I have ever felt anything real for, I will
also lose my best friend!  How could things have gone so terribly wrong?  Only
little more than twenty-four hours ago, had I seen this woman for the first
time, even been aware of her existence, and now, already my life has been
completely upended!

For so young in the night,
the Vampires in the audience were becoming precipitately restless, turning
quite primitive, some of them drooling, the blood lust nearly overtaking them,
others resorting to fondling one another.  Of course, after four years in this
place, I knew exactly why. 

It was
her
. 

They could hardly stand it. 
Being in her presence was having a clear effect on them, as well.  Perhaps she
affected everyone like this?  Her pure soul was like catnip to them.  I was
confident that every single one of them was fantasizing about sinking their
teeth into her lovely neck and drinking down her sweet warm blood, wishing they
could do so much more with her.  Of course, some of them would, just for the
power it made them feel.  Some of them really got off on degrading us humans,
it just added to the overall experience for them.

Great!  That is just
another thing for me to worry about, Giuliana having to endure their
treatment.  And knowing their affinity for that rare, pure blood, what’s more
is would they be able to curb their drinking of her, or would one of them kill
her on her very first night here?  Never have I concerned myself with a female
before, never even given a second thought to one other than when I was engaged
in the act of pure physical pleasure with them.  So why now?  Why her?  Why is
it I feel so protective of her? 

I cannot even imagine what
I would do if one of them bloodsuckers was to harm her.  I fear I would do the
worst, and face banishment or even execution.  God knows, the proprietors of
Sanguelascivia
rank the priorities of the club and
patrons above all else.  We performers have very little actual worth to them,
we are easily replaceable.  But the Vampires, without their continued
benefaction, they would have nothing and they know it. 

Though I knew it was
outrageously implausible after witnessing their frenzied reaction to her,
nonetheless, I prayed that Giuliana would be spared her duty of servicing a
Vampire that night, though I knew she could not escape it for long. 

I just do not know if
someone such as she will be able to handle a thing like that.  It certainly
does take a bit of getting accustomed to, even for the stronger men such as
myself.  I just cannot imagine an innocent, beautiful and frail thing like her
in their grasp.  How will they make themselves stop?  Will she be as
irresistible to them as she has proved to be to us male humans?

Stop it, Vincenzo!  You must stop thinking about it or
you will drive yourself insane! 

Feeling defeated and confounded, I returned to my chamber,
my body just as confused as were my emotions.  My stomach in knots, my mind a
shambles, my penis betraying me with its relentless erection, even after the
severe upset of what I had seen. 

I stripped out of my garments and flopped back upon my bed
with a deep sigh.  Try as I might, nothing I did helped.  I could not stop
thinking of Giuliana, all the pleasures and concerns combining in a strange
muddle of thoughts and feelings within my mind.   

And then there was my penis.  Yes, the thing was
still
rock hard!  Vexed as I was with the whole situation, I knew there was but one
way to rid myself of its relentless demands. 

I closed my eyes, and surrendered myself to the entrancing
image of the woman who had managed to effortlessly capture my heart.  Reaching
down with my hand, for the first time in years, I pleasured myself, allowing my
thoughts to play out as they wished.  This time,
I
was the one making
love to her, and instead of onstage, I had her in my own bed, all to myself,
rather than for the sake of performing for an audience with pleasure as merely the
supplementary incentive.  No, it was just her and I, with no meddling eyes to
blemish the beauty of the moment. 

Stroking myself very lightly and slowly, I endeavoured to
stretch it out for as long as I could, not wanting the experience to ever end,
the making love to this woman in my mind far better than any actual experience
I had ever had. 

When at last I could hold my pleasure off no longer, I cried
out her name as I climaxed in an elongated, gentle wave of exquisite
sensation.  As my head relaxed into the pillow, I realised that I had tears
streaming down my face.