The Binding Ritual ended a while ago, but Brianne, standing in front of Ren, doesn't even think about getting dressed.
In her eyes, staying naked is the clearest way to show her absolute devotion to the prince.
«I am completely at your disposal, Ren. I will do everything you desire,» Brianne says.
She can't hide her eagerness to fulfill her duty.
In her mind, a flood of erotic fantasies starts taking over, ones she had never even imagined before.
In her mind, she sees herself lying on the bed.
Ren is on top of her, touching and kissing the places that give her the most pleasure.
He takes the virginity she had protected so carefully, as if deep down, she had always known she would meet the boy to whom she would dedicate her body and soul.
«F-First of all, put your clothes back on,» Ren stammers.
His voice trembles.
He's clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
To an outsider, the young Volkom's lack of initiative would seem foolish.
Maybe even impossible to understand.
'Are you stupid or something? That girl is dying to have sex with you. What are you waiting for? Are you just going to stare at her all day? Or maybe you like men?'
Any normal teenager Ren's age, human or vampire, would throw such insults at him.
In truth, Ren's desire is just as strong as Brianne's.
But for some reason, he can't show it.
The age gap doesn't help either.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, an eighteen-year-old woman feels like an impossible dream.
The awe he feels, mixed with the fear of embarrassing himself in front of his familiar, only makes his insecurity worse.
«Forgive me, but I would rather stay naked. I'm sure my presence would be more pleasing that way. Or maybe... I'm not attractive enough?»
«W-What are you saying? Not at all! You're truly beautiful. The most sensual woman I have ever seen...»
Ren isn't just being polite.
His words are sincere.
At that moment, Brianne really looks to him like the most beautiful girl in the world.
«Then let me fulfill my duty as a familiar. I want to satisfy you, my prince. I really do.»
Brianne brings her hands to her chest, still stained with her own blood. «Did you like my blood?»
«Of course. It was truly exquisite. Maybe even too much...»
«Would you like to drink it directly from here?»
Brianne squeezes her breasts, making the blood drip down.
«I'd rather take a shower. I'll go heat up the water.»
Ren reluctantly refuses her offer, still shaken by the effects of her blood.
«Absolutely not! That's my job as your familiar. Wait here for me!»
Then, Brianne heads to the bathroom, just a few steps away.
Ren stays alone, lost in a whirlwind of new thoughts and sensations.
«Ren, you can come now. The water is warm, and I've prepared clean clothes for you,» Brianne calls out after a few minutes.
Ren reaches the spacious bathroom and jumps in surprise.
Brianne is waiting for him under the shower.
Through the glass, her body shows itself in all its explosive sensuality, made even more stunning by the setting.
«I'll wait for my turn. Take your time...» Ren mumbles.
Brianne smiles warmly at him.
«Come on, silly. Hot water costs money.»
Ren feels overwhelmed by embarrassment.
More than he has ever felt in his life.
~How can I call myself a good master if I'm ashamed to bathe with my familiar? I must do it. My pride as a prince is at stake~
After thinking that, Ren starts to undress.
He ends up completely naked.
Seeing him, Brianne brings a hand to her mouth and hides a mischievous smile.
«It seems you didn't just inherit your father's last name.»
Dariam Volkom, Ren's father, was known not only as the King of Mildelar. He was also famous for leaving fond memories to the women who shared his bed.
«Stop it, you're making me uncomfortable...» Ren mutters as he enters the shower, turning his back to Brianne.
An instant later, the boy feels a warm embrace wrapping around him from behind, and the girl's ample, soap-covered breasts pressing against his back.
«D-Do you like how I'm doing it?» Brianne asks, panting.
She uses her breasts like a sponge, rubbing them up and down Ren's body.
«O-Of course... you're really good at it...»
~In truth, in terms of breast size and technique, Isabelle is definitely superior, and yet...~
Lowering his gaze, Ren sees his own member stiffening.
~...and yet, with Isabelle, this never happened. Could this be the effect of a famiglio's devotion to their master when the bond is strong?~
The swelling between the prince's legs doesn't escape Brianne's attentive and eager gaze.
«So you were honest when you said you were enjoying it. I'm really happy!»
«You're telling me...»