Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

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?