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.