Elizabeth Bathory was having the time of her life; she had finally obtained what she desired with madness for several weeks.
Valentine's defences had been persistent to the point she felt endless jealousy for those two girls that he so adamantly wanted to keep loyal to, she had confidence in her beauty more than anything else; even her strength.
But in the end, the wall crumbled.
Her waist rocked back and forth in an alluring circle; she moaned to her heart's content, aware that in this grey world there are no witnesses, the object of her pleasure was way better than she could have possibly hoped, jumping up and down she desired nothing more than for it to go an inch further...
Her ecstasy reaching a crescendo, she moaned and bit on his neck, drawing that delicious nectar she had pitifully become addicted to, so much so was her infatuation that she failed to notice her partner's lack of response.
