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erzsébet smiled, her heart touched anew by the dedication of her handmaid. but she would not allow the pale female to be taken by these ruffians. if she truly was bent upon bearing children upon erzsébet's proverbial knees, to be given over to the countess as slaves to the blood-lust, she must choose from better stock than the rabble that ferahgo had gathered.

a shudder ran upon the length of her body as the white wolfess' lips brushed her ear; she leant into the touch, her body arching toward the other's kiss. "i will accept this." her eyes fell to the shells; she smiled with dark affection at the woman. "perhaps you would practice with me what i have taught you?" she suggested, arching a brow in obvious suggestion.