Indulgence: Tales of the Cirque Romani

The lights go out, and a gradual hush works through the crowd. Ada positioned herself into her usual hiding place, off the corner of the stage, so she could observe. She watched in amazement as he took the center stage. He was the Master of Ceremonies, her Master, and the one man she loved more than anything or anyone. Valian had the power to enchant, the power to hypnotize, and the power to capture the mortals who cast their eyes on his presence. Valian was a vampire. He was a dominant force who, in one glance, could induce an almost drug-like trance to all who met his glare.
He closed his eyes taking in the energy, the smell, the blood pulsing through the audience’s veins. Ada knew Valian could feel their heart beats, hear each breath they took, and could taste the anticipation of the show to come.
Valian glided into the single spotlight and glared into the crowd with his piercing green eyes. He began the hypnotic spell that only a vampire of his talent could do. The crowd locked in on his eyes, allowing him to suck each one in…one by one. Parting his lips slightly, he slowly takes in their breaths, stealing a part of their souls for the duration of the night. He captivates their attention, demanding their focus, before the carnival even begins.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…” he begins with the familiar speech Valian echoes every night. These are the words that launch a night full of entertainment, magic, seduction, debauchery and desire.
He introduces his world, the world of their carnival troupe… Cirque Romani. His voice booms out amongst the spectators. Valian demands their attention, excites them of what is to come, and begins the show... the night has just begun. This is the existence he leads. Traveling from town to town, performing to an audience, and living amongst a cast of creatures that folklore tales weave stories about. Magical, dark, and fascinating people that choose to entrance others, rather than hide in the depths of the shadows. This was a troupe like no other, a carnival troupe full of true mysticism, power and dark seductive secrets.
Cirque Romani had also become the only true home and family Ada ever had. Thanks to Valian who rescued her from an abusive father, Ada found refuge in the troupe. Her small, petite frame, black, cropped hair and short stature gave her an almost pixie-like appearance; although, due to her size, she was no competition against the strength of her drunken father. At the point when she had no choice but to escape, and take her chances living on the streets of Spain...Valian became her savior.
She could still smell the stench of her attacker's breath as he pressed his weight on top of her. Seven years later, the dark alley continued to haunt her nightmares, the feeling of panic, and horror of knowing that the man was not only going to take her sexually, but most likely kill her afterwards. Ada closed her eyes and recalled Valian's rage as he appeared from the shadows, throwing the man off her. Valian's strength and fury was terrifying, but Ada had never felt more safe. This mysterious stranger was saving her life. Valian had saved her. When he reached down and extended his hand for Ada to take... the story of Valian and Ada began.
His dark brown hair rested slightly below his ears; his pale skin and ominous appearance gave him an aura that intrigued Ada. Yet at the time, she had no idea of his secrets. She quickly learned he was a vampire who had an ability to hypnotize, and he led a carnival troupe full of paranormal creatures much like himself. It wasn't until after she agreed to be his assistant that she continued to learn even more of his secrets, the sexual and sensual ones.
Valian had to feed every night. He chose not to kill but simply feed enough to quench his thirst. Although, Valian had a thirst for more than just blood. His thirst for sex, his thirst to dominate, and his thirst to have a tied up woman in his bed, is what gave Ada purpose every evening. It was her job to ensure that Valian never did without. She was his assistant, in each and every way he desired.
She would have gladly been the woman tied to his bed every night. She would have willingly assisted him in his voracious appetite herself...if he would have allowed her. Instead, it was her job to prepare his nightly treat. Valian would entice a woman to his bed with the talent of a true vampire. He would seduce with his eyes, his scent, and his power. He would have them begging for more, pleading to have him suck from their neck, urging for his cock to be buried deep within their dripping pussy. Each female longed for nothing more than to please, serve, and submit to Valian. Once they were in his bed, it was Ada who tied them up, sucked, licked, and continued to build their sexual need, until Valian could release them of the burning orgasm within. Ada's job as his assistant was to make these women ready...ready for the man she loved.
She watched the black jacket he wore sway as his body moved. The tight, black pants clung to his muscled thighs. His button down white shirt revealed enough of his chest to make Ada and every audience member's mouth water in anticipation to see more. Valian had forbidden Ada from watching his performances. He knew that because Ada was a mortal, she would succumb to the enchantment meant for the audience. His hypnotic spell was like a drug that Ada couldn't help but crave. She loved how his voice would ring in her ears, speed up her heart beat, and fuel her sexual desire like never before. She was addicted to the way he made her feel, addicted to the magic. She was addicted to feeling his power dominate her very soul.
It took her entire being to pull away from the dream which took over her body. There was a woman waiting in Valian's bed, and Ada needed to get to work. Valian had lured a woman earlier, before the show, and it was Ada's job to make sure she was prepared for his arrival.