The hot water streams down my body, washing away the dust and blood clinging to my still aching fra. Normally, familiars are limited to washing in a small basin in their rooms, filled with lukewarm water—on lucky days. But this ti, Ayra granted what she calls a 'truly special reward': the privilege of using her shower. Naturally, it's not an act devoid of ulterior motives.
«After that splendid victory, I've decided to reward you with sothing truly special: you'll accompany shopping in downtown Noxscura! But you can't possibly be seen by my side looking like that—dirty and slly. Take a hot shower, and don't skimp on the conditioner and scented oils. Heaven forbid you embarrass in front of the other noblewon of the kingdom, especially my sister Daphne!»
A whole day dedicated to shopping? Yippee... Though, I can't deny I'm a bit curious to see the vampire kingdom's capital. What might it look like? Perhaps sothing grotesque and macabre, with black, slender, Gothic-style buildings? Or maybe more like a dieval fantasy setting? I'm also intrigued by the idea of eting the famous Daphne Valakys, the eldest daughter of King Drakhul. The tone Ayra used when speaking of her last night at the lake, along with the look on her face, made it clear she holds deep affection and admiration for Daphne. Considering Ayra constantly bickers with the sisters I've t so far—Levreshka, Sasha, and Clotilde—this Daphne must be soone truly exceptional to earn her respect.
A rather silly yet logical question struck the mont she made that proposal. Up until now, I've always seen her summon her clothes out of thin air, with shadows coming to life to form her signature black garnts, as well as the clothes worn by familiars—both products of vampire magic. What's the point of shopping if she can just create her own clothes?
Her answer was far less silly and much more complex than I expected. In short, vampires can usually only materialize red clothing—this is because their Sanguis magic generates it, just like their Telum magic creates weapons. For nobles, wearing red is a mark of sha, as if they can't afford proper clothes and must rely on magic to dress. Then there's Sasha, who couldn't care less about these 'noble paranoias about looking poor' as she calls them. After all, being a princess, she has no need to flaunt her status. According to her, no outfit on the market flatters her figure better than the ones she creates herself.
As I said, vampires can usually only materialize red clothing, but Ayra is an incredibly rare exception. She possesses an innate ability of extraordinary rarity—the mastery of an ancient power called Umbral, the magic of shadow manipulation, which allows her to create and wear her signature black garnts. This unique talent, the mastery of ancient magic, is called Innatus, and the number of living vampires who possess an Innatus can be counted on one hand. Dressing in black, therefore, is a way to flaunt this extraordinary ability. «Wearing black all the ti gets boring. I like dressing in white!» she concluded.
However, taking a proper shower wasn't the only surprise—or rather, it was, but only partially. Ayra didn't just grant the privilege of a shower... she granted the privilege of sharing it with her! And I swear, it's the most beautiful, fantastic, marvelous, and... exhilarating sight I've ever witnessed! Watching her vigorously massage her soapy breasts, thighs, and buttocks... all right in front of with absolute nonchalance, as if I weren't even there. The Visanguis energy within —completely reinvigorated by this heavenly vision—surges uncontrollably through my body! If I were to fight Luke now, I'd probably knock him out with a single punch. I must morize every single detail of this scene and carefully store it away for my next battle!
«Lyon!» Ayra's sharp voice snaps back to reality as she hands a sponge. «Do your job as a slave and wash my back; I can't reach it properly on my own» she says, her voice so innocent it's maddening.
I take the sponge with trembling hands as she turns her back to , sweeping her long black hair, with violet highlights, over her shoulder to fully expose her back.
Not just my hand, my entire body starts trembling, captivated by the full view of her wet backside—so perfect it looks like the result of a flawlessly executed masterpiece.
«Oh... yes... keep going...» Ayra begins to moan, her sounds resembling pleasure more than anything else, as I move the sponge in circular motions across her smooth, pale skin. The foam trails down her back like a fragrant white river, ending its journey between her buttocks.
«Ayra, I beg you, don't say it like that. It's already hard enough to stay lucid; don't make it worse...» I mutter, blushing harder than ever, my breath nearly gone.
«Oh, I see it—I see it very clearly,» she remarks, her voice dripping with amusent, as she casts a quick glance at my... situation with the corner of her eye, so swollen it looks like it might burst at any mont. «I hope this will prove useful in your next battle.»
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