It was like seeing a different side of this cute and fluffy girl who seemed to never think of anything; her body sat on his hips as she continued to gyrate and stroke them along his fully hardened member before she extended a single nail.
The glimmering silver nail shone in the basement gym's light as she whispered strange words that formed a green and blue magic around her nail.
She spoke in the language of beasts; to Vincent, it sounded like a series of meows and growls.
However, the low rumbling sound flowed through the entire house and reached the kitchen, where Luna placed the final dish.
Her hands trembled as she began to show a mother's look, rather than a woman who was after Vincent, as she whispered to herself, "Such a hasty girl, that oath is once in a lifetime. He still doesn't understand; what if he rejects it, and then you lose that power forever?"
"I, Zerana Mistral, a descendant of the white tiger, swear on my true name."