Reincarnated as the Vampire Princess' Familiar
Chapter 65 - 19 - Overwhelming passion

Chapter 65: 19 - Overwhelming passion

Daphne half-closes her eyes, and I do the same... and then, her lips softly touch mine.

A quick, fleeting kiss—a soft smack of our lips that echoes in the nighttime silence of that desolate place.

A sudden warmth flares up in my chest, spreading through every cell of my body, yet at the same time, my hands—resting on hers—tremble as if I were freezing in the Arctic. It’s all so strange: the pain of being abandoned by Ayra, and yet, the happiness of finding someone like Daphne—a woman who’s even willing to give up her own famiglio just to take care of me, to make sure I’m never alone. After all, she never has been, and I’m sure she never will be.

She’s always been there when I needed her. She comforted me when my mistress—or rather, my ex-mistress at this point...—was hospitalized for days in that medical facility. She was there when Ayra spent those seven days training with Clotilde to learn how to master her Innatus, and during all the following weeks I stayed at the royal castle while the dormitory was being rebuilt—weeks Ayra spent once again with Clotilde, from morning till night, every single day. I should’ve realized even back then that I no longer meant anything to Ayra...

And in the end, she’s still here—even now that Ayra has decided to throw me away...

From the beginning, Daphne has stepped in for her younger sister whenever it was needed, and she hasn’t stopped for even a second. I’ll never be able to thank her enough for everything she’s done—and is still doing—for me. I don’t really know what I feel for her: admiration, gratitude, affection, maybe a mix of all that or something else entirely... but there’s one thing I know for sure. I’m happy when I’m with her.

When Daphne pulls her face back, I’m left stunned—my mouth half open, my eyes watery, this time from emotion... and maybe a bit of embarrassment too. My tongue is just sitting there, at the edge of my mouth. What the hell was I expecting...? I’m such an idiot to think Daphne might see me that way. I mean, I’m just a kid—and she’s a woman. I’m seriously an idiot... what a fool I’ve made of myself!

«Do you know what kisses mean in our culture?» Daphne asks, her face still just inches from mine.

I nod. Ayra explained it to me—the night she started her first training with Clotilde to master Umbral.

«This kiss is my promise to always protect you, to keep you under my wing, and to help you grow—not just as a famiglio, but as a man too! It’s a promise I intend to keep with all my heart.»

I flinch slightly when her right hand rests on my thigh—massaging it just like she did that afternoon at the thermal caves—while her other hand starts gently caressing my chest.

«Lyon... during your last fight with Luke, I noticed your Visanguis power suddenly spiked. You usually draw your energy from having sensual thoughts about Ayra, right? But that sudden shift in intensity can only mean one thing—that in the middle of the battle, your mind switched to someone else... am I right?» Her voice grows warmer, softer—a whisper that makes me shiver and steals my breath. Her mouth is right next to mine. «Who were you thinking about in that moment...?»

My face suddenly turns as red as her eyes—my lips start to tremble. «W-Well, I...»

Fear eats me alive from the inside—the terror that she might see me as some disgusting, childish pervert. How could I possibly tell her that my erotic thoughts were about her, after all the kindness she’s shown me these past months in Mildelar? I’m sure she’d reject me. She’d never want anything to do with me again...

...but I don’t care. I already lost Ayra because of the lies between us in our master-famiglio bond, and I have no intention of making the same mistake with Daphne. I won’t build another relationship on lies.

«I... I was thinking about you!»

I shut my eyes the moment those words leave my mouth—terrified of how she might react—but I open them again just as fast... when I feel her lips on mine once more.

But this time, it’s not just a fleeting kiss.

Our lips stay pressed together, her tongue slipping into my mouth—and mine into hers—at first moving gently, but then growing more intense, more frantic with each second.

She presses her left hand against my chest, gently pushing me onto my back, then lies down on top of me and resumes kissing me—with a passion that only keeps growing.

A thousand thoughts should be racing through my head right now—embarrassment, guilt, fear—but my mind is completely empty, free from every fear, every worry. It’s like the rest of the world has vanished, and only she and I remain.

When she lies down on top of me, her large breasts press against my chest, and her short emerald-colored skirt has ridden up slightly from the movement. My groin is pressed against hers, now separated only by her white lace panties.

I press my erection against her most intimate spot through the thin fabric between us—a gesture that makes her moan with pleasure, her panting muffled by our still-entwined tongues.

I don’t know why any of this is happening, or what made her go this far with me—but one thing’s for sure: I wish it could last forever.

I lower the straps of her light dress, then slide it down just enough to leave her in only her bra—and then I take that off too. Her beautiful breast is now fully exposed, and I don’t hesitate for a second to grab it with both hands, which can barely hold it.

The pleasure, the passion, the lack of inhibition unleashed by my teenage hormones completely take over my body, moment by moment, wiping away any restraint born from common sense or reason.

I lean forward and bury my face between her breasts, spreading them apart with quick strokes of my tongue and saliva, then moving to her nipples, which I start sucking with the hunger of a starving infant.

When I lift my gaze slightly, her face is a vision of pure ecstasy and pleasure—her tongue sticking out past her full, irresistible lips.

I grab her by the hips, flip her over, and switch our positions—now I’m the one on top of her.

My fingers tighten around her long, wavy blonde hair as I tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck. I start kissing it, then move up to her lips, then back down to her breast—her muffled moans turning into real cries of pleasure. A call I can’t resist anymore, one that drowns even the last bit of common sense still holding me back.

My left hand stays wrapped around one of her tits, while my right slides down along her abdomen, lower and lower, until my fingertips slip beneath her completely soaked panties, when...

«Lyon, that’s enough...» Daphne whispers timidly, her voice sweet but tinged with the pleasure she’s feeling—and with a trace of regret. Her fingers wrap around my left wrist, gently pulling my hand away from her tit.

—FLASH!

In that instant, a white light from the sky lights up our still-entwined bodies for just a split second—hers half-naked, with her dress and bra pulled down just above the navel.

I turn sharply and look up at the sky, but there’s nothing—only the small, pale Minus Moon hanging in a pitch-black sky.

«Lyon, what’s going on...?» she asks in a worried voice, clearly unsettled by my sudden reaction.

«That white light... what was it?» I mutter, visibly shaken.

«White light? What white light...?» she asks, clearly confused.

«I thought I saw something...» I say, shaking my head as I move away from Daphne and sit down on the ground. «Forget it. I must’ve imagined it...»

She adjusts her dress, covering everything that needs to be covered, then sits beside me—her head tilted, resting gently on my shoulder. «Even if she rejected you, you’re still Ayra’s famiglio, and it wouldn’t be right... not toward her, and not toward Kajetan. I let my feelings for you get the better of me—that was a mistake. Only now do I realize how much you desire me, but I ask you to wait just three more months. Just three. Once you’ve become my famiglio, I’ll let you do whatever you want with my body—anything that makes you happy, whenever you want. I promise...»

Her eyes meet mine again.

«I’m sure there’s no better way to show mutual affection than this, don’t you think? Becoming one with your mistress—sharing moments of pleasure and intimacy—is the best way to deepen a bond like ours. Or at least, that’s how I see it,» she finishes with a gentle smile.

A long sigh escapes my lips as I lower my half-closed eyes, almost ashamed of what I was doing just a moment ago. I think I got too carried away too... by emotion—let’s call it that. And yet, the clarity I’ve regained now lets me reflect on her words with a bit more lucidity.

«So... you did all of that with Kajetan too...?»

I don’t even try to hide the melancholy in my voice. The thought that tomorrow she’ll be back in that guy’s arms, as if nothing happened between us tonight... I can’t stand it!

Daphne’s hands close around mine like gentle shells, and instead of answering my question, she asks one of her own. A question far too direct—one I honestly wish she hadn’t asked. Not because I don’t know what to say, but because I know the answer all too well.

«Why does it bother you that I’ve deepened my bond with my current famiglio this way?»

What can I even say...? There’s no way to express what I feel without embarrassing myself even more than I already have...

I stay silent, my eyes staring into the void, until she eventually stands up. «It’s late. I should take you back to the dormitory.»

«O-Okay...»