Munster Village, Countess Matilda Manor
The beautiful Countess gasped and huddled her feverish palm to the frigid, rippled goblet as she sighed in displeasure. "Such a waste." She murmured.
Outside, the dreary sky and rigid plateau melted into a freezing, brisk abode of the damned. As dark a midday as there ever could be. Wharf cottages squeaked and groaned in the distance around her fortress, her castle.Every unoccupied cabin leaned into the wind and hurled like stuck wreckage.
Taking her eye away from the windows, she pushed her back to her husband's hips and wedged his stone-cold, solid manhood deeper inside her. She grunted and trembled. Unsatisfied. Being an ancient vampire made her succumb to her dark side. She no longer has the heart and warmth to feel human.
