Reincarnated as the Vampire Princess' Familiar-Chapter 8 - 7 - It seemed too good to be true...

The training session dragged on, exhausting me completely, until the descent of the ominous Maius Moon—the equivalent of sunset in the human world—gave way to the gentler, silvery glow of Minus Moon. During these hours, Ayra taught me the simplest Blood Words, known as Blood Words Lv.1, though my attempts to replicate them failed miserably—I can safely say Sasha is a far better trainer than her.

«Casting all these spells has made me really hungry...» Ayra murmurs, stretching her arms upward. The soft, silvery light of Minus Moon enhances her naked body even more than the crimson glow of the recently set Maius Moon, accentuating every curve in a mesmerizing play of light and shadow.

Ayra snaps her fingers, and...

«A-Ayra... care to explain what's happening?! Why am I completely naked and... chained?!»

...her teleportation magic leaves me lying on a wooden table about a meter off the ground. My limbs are bound, shackled at the wrists and ankles by chains as black as night—they seem forged from pure darkness—and I'm completely naked. Well, except for a metallic chastity belt, made from the same dark material as the chains. Ayra, still as naked as during training, sits straddling me.

«You remember what a familiar's duties are, don't you? To fight for me, and...?» She pauses, her tongue sliding across her upper lip, a sadistic smile spreading across her face as she waits for me to finish.

«...to be your nourishment,» I reply uneasily. I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is heading. «But why am I naked? And what's with this metallic underwear?!»

«Simple. I can't risk staining my clothes with blood, nor can I allow a princess's familiar to walk around in dirty attire. As for the chastity belt...» her face flushes red. «I-I can't risk getting pregnant because of your chronic perversion!»

«In my defense, anyone in my position wouldn't exactly remain... indifferent around you,» I mutter, utterly embarrassed. Who could blame me? I mean, she's a total bombshell, completely naked, and sitting on my abdomen. It's only natural to get a little excited in a situation like this!

The embarrassment on her face disappears instantly, replaced by a cold seriousness. «This is going to hurt, Lyon. Most familiars—the lucky ones—pass out within seconds the first time. Those less fortunate, with stronger bodies, endure pain beyond anything your mind can imagine.» Her smile stretches into a wicked grin, and I catch sight of her sharp canines.

Without hesitation—I barely have time to process her words—she leans over me like a predator attacking its prey. Her full breasts press against my chest, her erect nipples brushing my skin, and her hands—one gripping the nape of my neck and the other covering my mouth—hold my head firmly in place, tilting it to expose my neck completely.

A situation decidedly erotic, but the excitement vanishes the moment her cold, sharp teeth sink into my neck. «Excruciating pain beyond what your mind can even comprehend»—Ayra's earlier words echo in my mind, but they don't even begin to capture the reality. It feels like two burning needles stabbing into my jugular. My body convulses in spasms of agony, pinned to the wooden table, my muffled screams suppressed by Ayra's unnaturally strong hand over my mouth. Blood streams from my neck to my chest, staining Ayra's breasts with crimson.

My vision blurs as nausea and dizziness take over. It's not just the unbearable, searing pain but also the crushing weakness, as if every ounce of energy has been drained from my body. I teeter on the edge of unconsciousness several times, but the thought of Ayra—naked and lying on top of me—and the softness of her boobs keeps me clinging on. The process likely lasts no more than ten seconds, but it feels like an eternity.

When Ayra's fangs finally withdraw from my neck and she lifts her hand from my mouth, I let out the most piercing, gut-wrenching scream of pain I've ever heard—so intense it feels like it reverberates through my very bones.

«Your resilience is truly impressive,» Ayra remarks, visibly satisfied, as she wipes the blood from her lips. «During the bite, my canines released special anticoagulant toxins to make your blood less viscous and easier to absorb. Unfortunately, these toxins are excruciatingly painful the first time. I'm sure it'll hurt less tomorrow... or at least I hope so.»

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«T-Tomorrow...?» I stammer, still in shock.

«Of course. You humans eat every day, don't you? It's the same for us vampires. And honestly, I must admit that human blood is absolutely delicious—nothing like the disgusting stuff from the livestock I've been feeding on until now.»

It all seemed too good to be true. Just minutes ago, I thought being a familiar would be easy; sure, fighting constant blood-soaked battles against other humans didn't sound like paradise, but it seemed doable. Now, knowing I'll have to endure this torture every day... I'm not sure how long I can last.

With another snap of Ayra's fingers, the dark chains—along with the chastity belt—dissolve into a black mist. Instinctively, I immediately cover my genitals with my hands.

«I've been naked in front of you all day, and you're still embarrassed? Humans are so strange...» Ayra mutters, making a quick gesture with her hand. The same blue uniform I wore during the fight with Gerard materializes onto my body, while an elegant black dress—perhaps even more revealing than the one she had on earlier—forms around her.

«I hope you enjoyed your first day as a familiar,» Ayra murmurs, her smile a mix of satisfaction and mockery.

My first day as a familiar... oh God, she's right. All of this happened in just one day! One thing is certain: with so much going on, I won't even have time to feel bored.

«I think it's time for you to eat something and rest. You've got a long day ahead tomorrow. I'm going to teleport you to your room—in the Lunae Novae dormitory. Behave yourself and don't cause any trouble with your roommate, or I'll have to punish you. Goodnight, Lyon.»