And the first piece moves into position, what a game this will be, strolling down the dark road towards Vlad's house, as he said, Allesandria had his arm tightly against the chest, making sure her breasts folded neatly around it.
She smelled the blood on him, in him, his natural scent mixed with that of man and murderer, if only he knew what plans she had for the future, if only he knew her goals, and he was almost prefect for it.
Walking up to the house made of neat stone and wooden roof, she admired its size and splendorously placed torches outside to keep the darkness away, but Vlad had no idea of the darkness he was about to let into his house.
He pushed the door open and held a hand stepping aside "Milady"
"Gentleman" she said smiling warmly and passed him.
Inside she smelled the leather couches fresh, a hint of soot from the fireplace there still smouldering, the orange embers so welcoming.
