Let's ask a friend.

Katalin paced furiously across her room, gritting her teeth and fuming. She was angry, of course. She was always angry. The words of Enoch had been spoken and now she would be angry until she went to be with God.

She punched her pillow and considered her position. For all of her anger, she was oddly at peace. Her grofica had given her this anger and ripped all else away. With the anger, though, came no suffering or unhappiness. She had changed, the Enochian spell had done something to her. Now she relished the anger the way one might enjoy a meal spiced with fűszerpaprika to the point of pain.

She did not lash out at anyone, for she had no need. Her anger would neither abate nor swell; it was her constant companion and she had no reason to let it dictate her behavior. The other women in the castle knew this and remained her companions despite her hostility and anger.

The knock she cherished came and she opened the door to greet her grofica. The woman's unearthly beauty overwhelmed her senses and she felt her rage mix with a piquant lust. The combination almost made her swoon, as it always did. Her benefactor smiled upon her, saying the words that she expected:

"Katalin, dear, it's time."

She leapt across the room and slammed the grofica against the wall, putting her bared teeth against the angelic figure's throat. "Do you want me to rip you open?" she asked, the woman shuddering with delight at the hot words against her artery. "Let me bathe in your blood."

The grofica closed her eyes and arched her back. Katalin felt her pulse quicken between her teeth and was seized with an unimaginable lust. "No dear. I need you to give me what only you can."

Katalin needed no further invitation. As the grofica lifted her dress, Katalina's hand slid down her taut belly and viciously plunged into her womb. The grofica gasped as she felt Katalina's fingers violently burnished her. At the same time, Katalina shoved her tongue into the woman's waiting mouth with enough **** to slam her head back against the wall.

Before coming to the castle, Katalin had no sensual experience with women and very limited experience with men. She had sat, trembling with rage, as the other girls instructed her in the art of pleasure. She put that knowledge to use. She shoved herself against the grofica, pinning her between herself and the wall. The grofica's moans were stifled as she clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Quiet, bitch. You may respond only as I tell you."

She alone among the girls spoke to grofica this way. Her queen offered many gifts to many people, and in return sought only the companionship and gratification of the flesh. Her gift was an incandescent anger and she was to put it to use in the pleasure of her mistress. Grofica was now panting like a dog under her. She seized the woman by the wrists and hurled her onto the bed roughly.

"Undress," she growled.