"The will states you are to resolve her estate as you see fit."

The others glared daggers at such madness, but she'd lived a full lucid hundred, refusing their carnivorous advances.

I found the iron key beneath the pillows on the bed where she died. It took a week to find its door. Stone steps led down deep to a chamber lit by torches on rune-blistered walls.

She lay nude on a silk-draped pedestal. Bolts of sexual fire coursed through me as I stared. She slowly stirred and looked upon me with burning, blood-red eyes.

"Are you my Mistress now?"