Fanilly would perhaps have tried to respond to Maritza in almost any other scenario. However, this was rendered considerably more difficult by the fact that the oldest knight in the order was nibbling on her neck. It only hurt very slightly, just the barest twinge, but there was no denying the feeling was there.

Fanilly found herself letting out a highly-embarrassed whimper as she slowly opened and shut her mouth over and over, cheeks burning hot. What was this? Why was this happening?! Oh, she knew that due to her nature Tyaethe needed blood, but it had never occurred to her that this was how she was going to get it!

She was only able to pull away, ears still burning from how flustered she was, when Tyaethe released her deliberately.

"D-D-Dame Tyaethe y-y-you... wh-why didn't you..." she stammered and stumbled over her words for a few moments, trembling in the warm water. A part of her, deep down, realized that a vampire feeding in these waters blessed by Mayon's priestesses, would leave no marks on the neck of the one she chose to feed from. After all, such small injuries would be healed quite easily by the water's properties.

".... Y-you could have s-said something..."

The short blonde girl trailed off for a few moments.

"... A-ah, er, Dame Maritza, I'm sorry... er... I... I understand... er..."

Ah... this situation was a mess, wasn't it, Fanilly had become so embarrassed it was hard to properly respond to the naga's words...

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