Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

he laughed at her, and erzsébet felt irritation coil in her gut. when he surfaced with the crudest of suggestions, she gave a lofty and mocking chuckle that softly mirrored his earlier mirth at her expense. "do you truly think me so simple that i wish the apex of my existence to be a captain's wife?" her tailtip flicked.

"i, erzsébet of ecsed grotto, do not wish for that. take another wench to be your pride, captain," erzsébet scoffed. "what i wish is beyond measure. also, there is no guarantee that if i gave myself to you now, you would make me a ruler. but it is no matter, for it is not my desire."

her eyes burned into his own. "would you like to know what it is, captain ferahgo?" the countess asked, circling him slowly with a serpentine intention. "immortality," she whispered into one ragged ear, grinning before she turned aside. "and this can only be achieved with blood," erzsébet continued in a resigned voice. "the blood of infants and of virgins. is this something you are able to do for me, ferahgo?" the wolfess inquired purringly, meeting his eyes with her own.