Chapter 9

Munster Village, Countess Matilda Castle.

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 mid-day as there ever could be. In the distance, wharf cottages squeaked and groaned 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.

"My sweet wife is satisfied and happy?" She heard a whisper in the air as the stone-cold statue looked at her in delight. "No," She slipped off his frigid shaft, and