Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

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.