Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

it took but one moment before pale fehér stepped forward to touch her clumsily, yet with a firmness. she was no simpering girl, but she was not a brutish man; her gestures hung somewhere betwixt the two. yet it was worshipful, and the touch of the other's lips sent a great shiver through erzsébet, and she closed her eyes. for this she had longed, feminine touch, and the notion that her servant was inexperienced was salacious indeed. the countess was quite pleased to induct her.

presently, she herself leant forward to mimick the gesture beneath fehér's untorn ear, though she moved with greater skill and swept her mouth to the jut of collarbone just beneath the thickness of her handmaid's winter pelt. she belonged to this moment, and would draw its sweetness as a honeybee might collect nectar from new blossoms.

Wednesday knew nothing of the burning within her and if it were possible knew even less of the pleasures of flesh. Pain was what she knew, and only that. And yet, for that knowing, she did not withdraw. Even if that was to be the end result of their union this day, she would take it and accept it from only this one, forevermore, until the day she must make good on her promise. She was eager to do this; it certainly did not distract her from her own selfish purposes and goals in life. And now it was to obtain this woman!

The others touch caused her breathing to quicken, excitement very much so present. The slow burn was something the other preferred, but Wednesday, new to this all, was an inferno already! Wednesday turned her head to let the other nearer to her tender throat, and then turned back to the other to mimic her in kind, tongue and teeth pressing with a rough tenderness and excitement against the base of the woman's throat. She took another step closer to her, so that their chests were pressing against one another. She was unprincipled and lusty, though only wanted to please the other. For all her innocence in this realm, there was nothing chaste to her movements, or her feelings toward the other then.

poor fehér! to not know the truest of pleasantries. to bring such to her mistress, she must first be trained. it was an education upon which erzsébet prided herself greatly, and while she happily endured the touches of growing passion from the other, she wished to take the learning upon her fair white shoulders. nipping suddenly the juncture of throat to shoulder, the woman rose up and pushed her handmaiden abruptly into the sand, her movements firmly gentle.

gathering her smaller form up to tower o'er fehér, the patrician wolfess grinned wickedly into the other's face before she lowered her muzzle to begin a serpentine series of movements across the flesh of the other's chest. she searched valiantly for those many tiny uprisings, but they were entombed beneath the thick snow of fehér's pelt; no matter. such was only means to a glorious end, and when she had tormented her servant for some minutes, erzsébet raised her head to look into the wild eyes. "now," she whispered. "i shall show you something no man, past or present, has or ever will do for either of us."

and so the countess sojourned into warmer country, and dallied there with all the pomp and prestige of a spoilt wife taking tea with a court upon the waterfront.

She was impassioned by the others every move, and her violence manifested itself as an entirely different beast that was more compliant and eager. And as she was pushed downward, her mind revolted in its ambitious cage but her heart rattled eagerly in acceptance, sensing the gentleness in the rough coaxing. The others whisper was enough to send her over an edge she did not exist, but then!

Every touch unraveled her until she became threadbare, and by the end of it, she was nothing at all, limitless and seeing eternity for a single brilliant moment, sent to a place where there was only brilliant blackness and stars. And she knew she was lost, then, truly. Knew that she belonged to the other in body, soul, and mind. She was willful in this. And Wednesday would learn to repay the favor bestowed upon her, until her lover was nothing herself.

and erzsébet gathered the pleasure into herself, and was consumed with it. salt and silk, the howl of the wind and the lap of the brine -- these things converged until she was a sighing shade of her former self. in this only was she unselfish, unstinting -- erzsébet gave endlessly of herself until she was both sated and exhausted, and moved to lie upon the sands next to fehér.

her sides heaved with the fantastic moment's memory, for she had experienced a small taste of it as well, and presently the countess turned to look upon her handmaid and lover. "well?" she inquired throatily, a small arch of one brow following. what did fehér make of it all?

That the other could speak at all astounded her, and Wednesday looked to her with ample warmth in her eyes. But she could not smile; she did not know how, so the crooked line of her injury would have to do. Well, came her heavy tones, You are right, of course. Heavy-lidded she looked to the wolf she would call her love, and reached out an arm to pull her toward her chest so that the foreign woman might rest upon her plush furs. You are my life's only pleasure. This she admitted with a thickness in her throat, but if ever a wolf would be given her truths, it would be the pale one before her, so lovely with her warm eyes.

I will learn from you, she went on, wanting the other to understand she intended to give and give and give. Wednesday for the first time looked to the other and felt the striking match of mortality; she regretted that she did not have more time, and that she had not spent all her life with this creature.

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erzsébet listened to the gentle rumbling of the other's deep voice, pulled against a deep chest. there she willingly laid her head, for exhaustion stole over her body now. for all her thick limbs and brawn, the pale maiden was indeed feminine, though without wile and still unsure of herself. the countess saw now how to mend such; with pleasure came confidence. the thickness of fehér's voice was also to be expected, for such blinding joyousness brought along the mention of affections, of love. 


the gamma, however, did not regard her lover in such a way; she was willing to share her body and the shelter they would find in exchange for blood. it was all that mattered in her world, though erzsébet would not deny that the seed of affection for the scarred woman had entered her soul now.

"i have time to teach you, and there is time for you to learn," she murmured softly, the rising glow in her eyes a promise of yet more to know, and to experience. 

dawn would bring sleep, but the night was theirs to do with as they saw fit.