'Ah... Is this also honing my control of Anima?'
[Fufu ~ my Master is the best]
He felt a little more relaxed hearing her words; she seemed to have begun to recover her usual self; as his fingers slowly moved down to the smooth muscular abdomen of Milla, Vincent could feel her muscles tightening and writhing under his touch, gentling, gliding down to reach a black tuft of thick fur above her garden of secrets.
"Milla, I am going to make you mine now; it might hurt; please prepare yourself."
'Now I can trust her, and stop being so worried...'
[Don't worry; it won't hurt. But she's going to make a mess on the floor.]
"If it hurts, tell me, and I will stop. Understand?"
Milla nodded, biting her lower lip to contain her moans. He was sure his sister wasn't aware of how erotic she looked; even though she was nervous, her body still responded, distracting him.
