Vampires Seduction #1 (The Paranormal Town Romance Series) (9 page)

The witch looked from
Anca
to Gunnar and back again. How could she trust these two, a vampire and a human?
Anca's
warm hand squeezed hers again. "I
promise."

A human's promise meant something, Embla knew that.
It wasn't like a witch's promise that was only made to serve a need of the
moment and then abruptly broken. Humans didn't make hollow promises. "I
will be here." She watched the two of them and spoke again,
"Waiting." She saw Gunnar snatch at
Anca's
hand.

Embla wrapped her arms around her shoulders. What
had she gotten herself
into
? She could never go back
to the coven. They would burn her at the stake for sure! She was now the enemy,
a traitor, but she just couldn't side with that horrible evil woman. Fun spells
were one thing, quick recipes for gingersnaps or maybe a quick spell to make it
rain, or even better, a spell to clean the house. She liked that one the best.
But killing people and forcing people to do things they didn't want to do. She
knew that
Zucar
Kendlesmith
needed someone to make a baby with since all the witches in Lompoc were
barren,
or maybe HIS seeds were the ones that were dried up?
She knew that she certainly didn't feel
barren.
But, Calypso had told her that she was. Why would she lie? A light
went on in Embla's
mind,
of course the crafty old
crone would lie! She was an enchantress who knew her stuff! She would lie to
all of them to protect her place as exalted witch.
Zucar
Kendlesmith
probably had tried to make babies with
Calypso to no avail. She had seen him wooing her. The old wizard could barely
walk, let alone have sex.

Embla sighed. Perhaps the vampires took witches as
brides, or maybe the wolves would. Tears filled her eyes. Where would she live?
She started crying heavy tears and it scared her. This was the first time in
her life that she had cried tears. Tears are water, she thought quickly, and
stopped crying immediately. She glanced over the cliff's edge down to the
turbulent sea below. There was enough water around her to doom her for sure!

The two of them had turned away from Embla, no
longer worried, as Gunnar began to lead
Anca
deeper
into the cave before he remembered that she was not wearing shoes. He heard her
yelp, "Ouch," when she stubbed her toe on a rock. He lifted her into
his arms and began to carry her along through the snaking passages. The walls
glowed with cool water smoothly trickling down, lit by tactically placed
candles along the way.

Gunnar was very much aware of
Anca's
wafts of breath on his chest and could feel the heat emitting from her body,
which seemed to smolder into him like a brand on a head of cattle. She felt him
grip her even more firmly. Her face flushed. Suddenly, he made an abrupt left
turn and then a quick right turn and plopped her on the ground in front of him,
rather forcefully. The candles in the chamber danced in excitement, swaying one
way to the other before whipping back again.

"I can't." He pulled her close and
whispered into her ear, smelling the sweet perfume of what? Was it Bond, or
Velvet Orchid, or maybe even Giorgio Armani? Then he knew, as he nuzzled her
neck, placing gentle kisses, it was Gucci's "Guilty" which was
exactly how he felt at that moment. He inhaled deeply and then yanked her away
from him roughly and stared openly at her nipples firm against the black silk
gown, and then he pulled her again against his chest. "
Anca
,
let me…" He
stopped speaking as his fangs clicked into position. He put his hand on hers
and guided it to the hard unyielding bulge in his pants. He whispered,
"Feel this. I need you. I can't go on like this."

Her brown eyes were wide and she felt him run his
hands up her sides. She felt the fabric of the dress inching up with each
movement of his fingers, like a spider spinning for a web. Her hand stayed
steadfastly where he put it. More gently now, he pushed her away from him. He
pulled her gown up and over her head, rolled it into a black silk ball and
tossed it behind her. The blanket was on the floor. She watched as he removed
all of his clothes and stood in front of her with a thick steel shaft rising
toward the cave's ceiling. He reached out and cupped her breasts in both his
hands, squeezing her nipples gently between his fingers. She whimpered.

"I want to ram myself into your sweet vagina
and take you as mine," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her against
him. He inhaled deeply, more "Guilt" that was clinging to her
porcelain swan-like neck stormed his nostrils. His right hand reached down
between her legs and with his fingers he gently opened her, allowing his carnal
desires to override all his other emotions. She was wet as he slid his finger
unrelentingly into her; she threw her head back and closed her eyes. He slipped
just the tip of his rigid maleness into her, right at the entrance of her
delicious grotto, not moving, just holding himself there, the tip of his penis
peeking into her cave, oozing with droplets of his cold semen, not wanting her
to pull away.

"
Ohh
Anca
," he groaned, but he did not move. He waited. He
wanted her, but did she know, did she understand? Did she want him? Had she
heard about vampire sex? "Do you know how it will be?" He whispered
hoarsely. She shook her head "no
".

"It will be wild and maybe even hurtful. You
may feel like I am ripping your body in half." He was calm, staring into
her unblinking eyes. "Once I start I will not stop."

She felt his penis against her vagina, pulsating and
without even thinking she was pulsating to his rhythm, wanting him to push
himself into her, taking all of her. She felt a surge of electricity run
through her body, and she put her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his
lips to hers. "Kiss me." She whispered. He pressed his lips against
her, hard, smashing her lips, biting them, sticking his tongue forcefully into
her mouth, seeking her tongue, entwining, twisting, and then, she felt her skin
rip deep inside her vagina, a sharp pain like when you cut yourself with a
large knife while peeling an apple, but a much deeper cut than that. She
screamed as he lifted her body and placed her firmly on his erect pole, and
lifted her body up and down slowly, filling every inch of her, every pore,
every place that had once felt empty!

She could feel him filling her even fuller as his
member grew even larger still and it felt magnificent and was devastatingly
painful at the same time. She tried to separate all the sensations racing
through her, but all she could do was push against him when the pain came with
each thrust.

"Are you alright," he whispered into her
ear, but she was not
alright
and yet she was, her body
felt alive and yet, she felt like she was experiencing the precipice of death
with each thrust. She felt a burning, a fire in her pelvis and she wanted him
to release her, to not impale her any longer.

"Stop!
Stop!"
She screamed, but he did not stop. He
walked with her, impaled on his thick cold pulsating rod, to the wall, where he
pushed her against the cavern wall. He viewed her breasts, rocking gently with
each push of his hips against her. He leaned down and put her nipple in his
mouth, biting gently. She moaned and screamed again, "Stop!" But he continued
to crash into her with his immensely swollen penis. Biting and nipping at one
nipple then the other, until they were bruised and swollen. He saw a tiny
droplet of blood forming on the tip of one nipple and licked it gently with his
tongue. His brain exploded. He began to pound harder and harder. He ran his
mouth along her neck, over and over again.

He panted, "I can't. I can't
",
his fangs clacked down and glowed in the candlelight as he continued to pound
her against the cave wall, until small cuts began to appear all over her back.
He heard her bones cracking, but he kept pushing against her, harder and harder
and harder. His breathing became heavier and even as she squirmed at the end of
his unmerciful shaft, he pushed her pelvis open— wider and wider. Her head
banged against the rocks and he saw her eyes close. He wanted to make sure that
he had not killed her, but he could not stop, he swung her around, his palms
under her small buttocks, balancing her, cupping her cheeks in his big hands,
he looked for a place to lay her down so he could rest his body against hers
while he continued to shove against her. He wasn't finished. He never wanted to
be done. He heard her moan and kissed her lips gently. He put his mouth on her
neck again, nibbling, his ivory fangs scraping a fine pink line from her ear to
her throat, wanting to puncture the soft skin with his fangs and suck deeply,
suck all of her into him.

Frantically, his eyes searched for somewhere to
place her, but there were no cushions or beds in this chamber—the blanket! He
crashed her body against the wall again, her legs coiled around his middle
tightly. She WAS still conscious. Gunnar buried his face in her wet hair as he
jammed her against the floor, again and again and again. He heard her breathing
heavily, she was okay,
she
was panting. In one
humongous gush of clear semen, his body jerked violently, yanking his head and
his shoulders back, exposing his own neck, stretching his skin tightly over the
ripples of muscle on his belly, pinning her to the floor, with her head fallen
to one side, her mouth wide open with her slack jaw. He was done.

He guided her to the wall gently, and slid in beside
her, picking her up and putting her on his lap. Her head lolled back against
his neck, her hair flowed down his chest, wet and heavy from her sweat. He
looked down at her golden mound, which lay subdued now, the ringlets damp and
curled in a mat of bronze. He saw his semen running from between her sprawled
legs in a long trickle, not unlike a small stream, until it puddled against a
jagged rock a foot away from them. He placed his hands on her breasts, covering
them, protecting her once again. He whispered, "Are you okay?"

She murmured something that he couldn't hear and
then her eyes fluttered open. She moaned softly, feeling the pain in her groin,
in her back. She said in a hoarse voice, "Should you have worn a
condom?"

His laughter filled the chamber. "Vampires
don't make babies,
Anca
." He paused, "At
least I don't think so." He
really
didn't know. The only females he ever had sex with were vampires. He tightened
his arms around her, "I know I hurt you terribly. I'm sorry."

She felt the ice of his arms against her. She
nodded. "I know you are. You should be!" She managed a weak smile.
"I think you broke one of my ribs." She began to shiver. "I am
so cold."

"We have to get going. Are you sure you are
okay?"

"Yes, I will be once I am warm again." Her
teeth began to chatter.

He found her gown and helped her back into it. It
afforded her little warmth, but at least it was something. He wrapped the
blanket around her shoulders. He quickly put on his pants and then draped her
in his shirt for another layer of warmth. It hung to her knees. "It will
help a little to keep you warm. We have got to get you some more clothes, young
lady." He lifted her up off the stone floor and she cried out. He put her
back down immediately. He thundered, "You ARE hurt." His breath was
so powerful it almost blew out the candle across the room.

"I'm fine. I can't play with the big kid if I'm
gonna
be a cry baby." She laughed. "But in
my defense," she touched her swollen mouth, "I didn't know how rough
you really played."

He looked down at his feet. He felt ashamed.
"Vampires have no
medium speed.
I
shouldn't have been so rough with you, especially the first time. I tried to
warn you. Vampires can be brutal." He paused and looked at the bruise on
her cheek and it hurt him to know that he had put it there. She was evoking
emotions in him that he thought had been long buried with his corpse. Hurt?
Embarrassment?
What were THOSE emotions doing in his life
now? He ran his fingers through his wavy black hair. "I will have to get
one of the doctors to look at you."

"Doctors?"

"Some of the vampires are doctors, yes. You
don't know much about us, do you?"

She shook her head, "But I
am
learning!" She kissed his cool lips and wrapped her arms
around him.

He touched the tip of her nose with his finger.
"I love you,
Anca
. I don't say those words
lightly. I don't think I have muttered them in over 200 years." He kissed
her forehead. "I know I haven't. I knew I was falling in love with you the
first time I saw you."

"You mean at my parents' funeral?"

"Oh no, much sooner than
that."
He stopped speaking. He swallowed and
she watched his Adam's apple quickly go up and down. He knew he had spoken too
much.

She pulled away from him, staring into his eyes.
"What? Before their funeral! You mean you were watching me, no, STALKING
me before my parents died?" Her voice was shrill and she stepped further
away from him. "What are you talking about? Why were you stalking me? This
was all planned! You meant to fuck me! You planned this all along." She
began to shout and continued to move backwards away from him until her back was
against the very wall where he had cracked her ribs. "You knew! You knew
you were going to bring me here!"