Though she did her best to disguise it, Walther caught the fleeting glimpse of pleasure in her face as the sound of the slap echoed around the room. M...re roughly this time, he parted Hannah’s legs again, and continued to finger her sex. ‘Stop fighting me you little bitch.’ His words were aimed at Hannah, but his eyes were still watching the tall blonde in the centre of the room. ‘Relax, and open your legs girl, let me get my fingers right in.’ Reluctantly the girl did as she was told, though. "From just the little he'd seen in the last hour or so, Tory was starting to get an idea of how much work went into running a castle, and said so."Just be glad you're not his Grace, the Duke," the man laughed, slapping him on the shoulder.Their conversation, however, was suddenly disrupted by the sounds of yelling and screaming coming from outside the shop."That sounds like Kristof," the master fletcher commented, as if used to this kind of commotion. "I wonder what's set him off again."The. I was clearly drained and spent. She spoke some more of that mysterious language which sounded so strange to me. Whatever the words meant, they sounded comforting and affectionate. It was as if we had just met and that this was a scene taking place in some past age, in some exotic land. I smiled back at her, wondering just how long she was going to remain in character. We drank more of the wine, relaxed and caressed each other for what seemed like a blissful hour. We then showered, spending. This world is fading slowly from reality, at least it was.”“What stopped the fading of the world then?”“An accident. A terrible, terrible accident.” The sprite looked at the sun high above for a minute before going on, lost in the memory of the terror that had gripped her then. “A being of darkness, a Vampire was fleeing a battle it had nearly been destroyed in. In an attempt to return to it’s home realm or world, those that pursued it corrupted the portal spell it was using. That act caused it.