Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

she too felt the stirring between them, but wished to draw it out, to extend the slowness of the pleasant burn. "wherever i please." but the time for words had gone. erzsébet was a creature quite unused to being denied; what she wished was never withheld from her, and what she could not ask for, she fetched herself. ahead of the pair, a twinning of trees promised shelter from the elements, and from the eyes of wretched men.

lengthening her stride, the countess brought herself into the gloom there and turned to fehér, her eyes glinting with barely concealed interest. the woman was truly not the sort of wolfess with whom she had tangled before, they of slender limbs and shy, lovely eyes, and it was this, coupled with the utter fealty of her handmaiden, that led the countess to bare her throat and wait with interest for the other's touch.