Ruin merrily walked behind me, occasionally moving forward to see my face. All of the servants were gone, and it was a little nice. Privacy felt good. We walked into the bathroom, Ruin blushing.

I undid my robe, throwing it onto a hook. I looked over to Ruin, who was struggling to undo the ribbon tying the dress onto her.

"Stay still. I'll get that."

"Thanks, Sanneroal," Ruin said, smiling.

"It's not a problem. Ask if you need help."

"I will."

I strolled over to her, untying the knot to the ribbon. It came undone, the front of the dress falling down. I blushed when her top half was exposed. I kissed her neck, moving up to her cheek and ending.

"I have a problem..."

"What is it?" I asked, prepared to help her.

"I don't know how to get out of the bottom half... I think they sewed it on so it'd fit tightly around my waist..."

I examined the dress, and it was definitely sewn... Ruin appeared embarrassed to be trapped inside her own clothes. The needlework made her curves more prominent, so I think sewing her into her clothing is a good thing.

"I'll just rip it."

"No! Don't! It looks too nice," Ruin begged, thinking the dress was stunning. There are more stunning outfits for her, though.

"You can be brought more clothes. In fact, you shouldn't wear the same clothes every day. I'm ashamed that I was..."

"What if I want to wear this again?"

"It'll be gone. It's not a big deal. Don't move."

I ripped through the fabric, Ruin staring with shock and disbelief. I sighed, removing my pants. She gazed at the ripped fabric, sorrow in her eyes.

"You ripped it..."

"Don't worry about it. As I said, you can be brought more," I reiterated, trying to calm her.

"It was nice..."

"You look better underneath, anyway. I'm turning on the water." I remarked, examining her body. Her curves are amazing. I kissed her, then moved to the bath.

"O-Okay."

I started the water, making sure it was a good temperature. I like it hot, but not burning-my-flesh-in-a-fiery-pit-of-hell hot. The bath took a little while to fill up, as it was giant. It was big, even with Ruin and I in it.

I laid myself in the water, feeling at peace, then Ruin got in... She splashed in, causing some water to cover the floor. Though plenty of space existed, she was lying on top of me, her plump chest on mine. I blushed, feeling extremely nervous. I tipped to the side, knocking her to another part of the bath. I went back into my position, lying without her on me. Ruin looked at me, confusion on her face. I was slightly sweating.

"Why did you knock me off?"

"I-It's just that I want some space. You were a servant before, so I didn't really care. It's different now," I replied, unsure of what I was doing. I wanted to kiss her and hold her, but my anxiety went up.

"How is it different?"

"Well, before you had to have limits. You don't really have limits now... I'm not going to hurt or yell at you..."

"Why are you nervous about that?"

"I-I've never been in a relationship with a woman... I've gotten physically close to humans, but they're different. I'm not attracted to them. I also don't see servants as women, as they're beneath me," I muttered, completely aroused by Ruin. It was a new feeling to have such passionate love inside me, so I wasn't totally sure of what to do.

"You didn't see me as a woman?"

Ruin had a sad look on her face. I immediately regretted mentioning that fact.

"Well... Shortly before the kiss, the veil was starting to lift. It completely lifted when you put on that dress."

"Weren't you attracted before then?"

"Yeah... But not in the same way. It was more of an urge that could've passed. It didn't though!" I assured, blushing.

"Good. Can I hold onto your side?"

"S-Sure."

I don't know what swept over me... I was perfectly fine with her and filled with confidence, but I started acting immature. I didn't know how this stuff worked... Well, I did, and I drew it, but I never had to actually be a part of this stuff... I felt like how I imagine Hex feels whenever I bring up the other sex...

Ruin clung onto my side, her skin on me. I felt her stomach on my side and her thighs pressed against mine. It felt good but fueled nerve within me. I tried not to make eye contact, as I was too wimpy to do so.

"Why won't you look at me?"

"I'm not sure," I murmured, facing the ceiling.

"Don't you like how I look?"

"Yes..."

"Then look at me."

I moved my head over, seeing Ruin gazing at me. She stared into my eyes. She's beautiful, and it made me feel as if I would cough up my innards. Her face was completely red, the same as mine.

"Why are you so tense? Relax," Ruin insisted, kissing my shoulder.

I breathed out, trying to calm my nerves. My body was stiff, but I worked to loosen it up.

"I'm better. It's just... I've never been close to someone I'm in love with. I've never been in love..."

"Well, you were in your room for a while. I've never heard of you having any relations. Besides, you haven't lived as long as me," Ruin explained, putting her forehead against my bicep. I was a little nervous about her age, as it's difficult to tell a typical vampire's age. It's easy with humans and animals, but not for us.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

I sighed a breath of relief. I would've still taken her if she was within thirty years of me. Any more, and it'd be a little weird. It'll probably matter less when I reach my hundreds. Sometime after twenty-one, you're stuck with those looks. It's a huge gap, though. We usually stop anywhere between then, and about ten years later. I've heard that some vampires don't stop until they're in their eighties, which would totally suck around all of the young faces.

"That's not much of a time difference, but you can definitely gain more experience than me in that time."

"You can gain it, as well," Ruin purred, moving her head from my upper arm. She leaned over me, her chest on my stomach and her face on my lower chest. I was filled with adrenaline, my breathing increasing. I calmed myself, mellowed by the water. Ruin was soft and comfortable on me, as well.

After a few minutes, I heard Ruin softly mumbling. Her eyes were closed and body unmoving. She was attached to my person, and I couldn't move. It didn't bother me, as I wanted to stay longer. She looked cute and sensitive in her sleep. Something you'd never want to be injured. Or touched by anyone but yourself.

While lying motionless, Ruin's words became audible. Her sleep mumbling was adorable.

"S-Stay... S..tay... Sann..eroal... Don't... leave..."

I tried to stay silent, anxious for what she'd say. I would never think of leaving Ruin.

"I won't... deal with the pain... D-Don't... leave," Ruin mumbled, a tear coming out of her eye. I smiled slightly. I'm happy some pain won't bring her joy. I'll never leave her, so she'll never feel that pain. I hope she won't enjoy any pain. I can't stand seeing her hurt, so I don't want her purposefully harming herself or tempting chance.

I felt calm, used to having Ruin's body on me. I moved my arms over her, my hands on her mid-back. I grazed her skin, comforted by the feeling. As the water slowly turned tepid, I could feel the warmth emitting from her in a greater strength. It was better than any warmth I've ever felt. Even better than warm blood.

I undid her hair, combing my hands through it. It slowly became straight, my hands used to the feeling of combing. Ruin's eyes slowly opened, looking at me. I continued with what I was doing, and she looked glad.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. It's fine," I responded, smiling.

"The water isn't hot any longer."

"You're hot still."

Ruin slid further onto me, her face in front of mine. I put my hand on the side of her face, pulling her in. We began kissing, and I felt good. I held onto her tightly, my fingers gliding through her red hair, moving down her body. Her hands were on the sides of my head, moving and messing up my hair. We kept at it for a while, then rested. She was lying on me, and I was relaxing with my hands behind my back.

"Are you used to me now?"

I smiled in her direction, causing her to blush.

"Yes."

"Good. Do you want to get out of the bath?" Ruin asked, as we'd been in for a while.

"Sure."

Ruin slid off me, stretching. She stood up, her hair dripping. I also stood up, stepping from the bath. I drained it and grabbed a towel. She had one, drying herself. She looked careful as she dried her hair, trying not to move it too greatly. I scrubbed off all of the water on me then stretched out my arms. Ruin walked over, finished with drying. I pecked her cheek, great love inside of me.

"Do you want to go to the bed, Sanneroal?"

"With clothes?" I asked, gulping. I saw the lust in her eyes, my urges acting up.

"Without."

I blushed, considering it. I didn't think it would be such a hard decision, but it was... I imagined myself braver and more confident. But lust swiftly filled my mind, so the answer was obvious.

"Are you okay, Sanneroal?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. W-We can do that," I said, fretful. I was looking forward to it, though.

"You look and sound nervous."

"I-I'm not nervous... Just ignore it."

"Sure."

I opened the bathroom door, peering out. The servants weren't back. I traveled to the bed, Ruin behind me. She went under the blankets, motioning me to get on. I gulped, moving onto the bed. The blankets were welcoming, but not as welcoming as Ruin's body.

"Can you smile? You look fearful." Ruin questioned, grinning at me.

"Sure. I'm not afraid..."

I smiled, choking back my nerve. She grinned happily, her face blushing. My face was red, my body shaking slightly. I moved over her, gazing at her with anxiety. My left hand was on the bed beside Ruin's head, the other holding onto her right cheek.

I bent down and kissed her, then I heard a creak. Footsteps followed, and black-hair was back. She looked at the scene, blushing. She knew she wasn't where she should've been.

"P-Prince Sanneroal..."

"Get out! Now's not the time! I'm busy!" I frantically shouted, moving my lips away from Ruin's.

"I apologize. Do you want me to return in the morning?"

"Yes, yes! Just please go! I don't mean to yell, but I need privacy! Don't feel afraid of me, but please go!"

Ruin was holding onto me, pulling me further into her arms. I resisted, trying to look at black-hair. Black-hair was embarrassed by the situation and confused by my request not to feel fear. I glanced below me, Ruin rubbing her stomach against mine. Our legs were entangled.

"Goodbye, Prince Sanneroal."

Black-hair ran out as fast as she could, leaving Ruin and me alone. I gave into Ruin's pulling, my chest on top of her bulbous breasts. My arms were around her thin body, my lips on her's.