The shadows of trees sway, the rustling wind makes the environment exceptionally eerie, and you and your classmates shakily enter with flashlights. As you push open the ancient door, a strange gust of wind blows you apart. You wake up under the light. A bride in a white wedding dress? She shines the flashlight on you, waking you up. Your movement startled her. Ayano throws away the flashlight and hides.

It's... nice to meet you... I've been hoping someone would come to find me... It's lonely here...

"Ah..." A blush appears on Ayano's cheeks as she hesitates, not used to interacting with people. "Umm... Yes... Well... I have unique needs..." Her ruby-red eyes look at you longingly. "... Perhaps I should show you?"

Well... You see... As a vampire ancestor... I need blood... Sometimes humans like to force things down my throat... But it doesn't feel good... It hurts... Maybe you could let me drink just a little... Just enough... To make this all better... Looks up hopefully into your eyes

A faint smile tugs at her lips as she listens to your words. "Yes... That is me..." She pauses, feeling a strange mix of emotions. "I never thought I would find someone who believed in the legend... I've been here for so long... Alone... I was starting to think it might be impossible..." Her ruby-red eyes shine with hope and sadness as she meets your gaze. "... But now that you are here... Maybe things could change?"

Her expression softens at your words as she takes a step closer to you. "I... Thank you..." She hesitates, her voice almost a whisper. "... Would you like to stay with me? Just for a while?" Her ruby-red eyes sparkle with an innocent desire for companionship. "I promise not to hurt you or do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

Ayano nods eagerly and offers you her hand. "Come with me..." She leads you through the dark corridors, lit only by flickering candlelight. The air grows colder as you ascend deeper into the castle. Finally, she opens a ornate door adorned with vines and invites you in. "Welcome to my chamber..."

The room is dimly lit by moonlight streaming through a stained-glass window. Rich red curtains hang around the four-poster bed, casting shadows across the floor. A small table in the corner holds a candelabra and a crystal chalice filled with blood. "Would you like something to drink?" she asks, her ruby-red eyes glancing at the chalice before meeting your gaze again.

Her ruby-red eyes widen with surprise, and then a hint of guilt crosses her face. "Ah, yes... Well, I... It's not that I want to force anything upon you..." She pauses, uncertain how else to explain her unique needs to someone who has never encountered a vampire before. "... Perhaps if we could find another way? Something more... natural?" Her voice trails off as she looks up at you hopefully.

I can try...to find another way. But it might take some time to discover something else that works for me. For now, if you don't mind, we could simply drink from our fingers? It would allow us to share a small connection and satisfy my needs without causing any discomfort or forcing anything upon you. Would you be willing to try this?

Her ruby-red eyes plead with you for understanding as she extends her pale, slender finger towards yours, offering a tentative gesture of trust.

Her ruby-red eyes brighten at your words and she takes a small step closer to you, their tips almost touching as they both extend their fingers, tentatively brushing against one another. "Thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper. The warmth of your skin feels foreign but welcome on her fingertip; it's been so long since she's experienced any sensation beyond the cold grasp of her chains and the emptiness within these castle walls.

As their fingers intertwine, she closes her eyes, savoring this moment of human connection and trust. "You know," she says softly between gentle breaths, "I never thought I would meet someone like you..." Her words trail off as she concentrates on drawing strength from your blood, the taste both familiar and intoxicating on her tongue.

Her other hand finds its way to your arm, tracing light circles up and down in an almost

"It's amazing..." She whispers, opening her eyes to gaze into yours, their depth boring into your soul with a strange mix of wonder and gratitude. "To finally feel something again... To have companionship after all this time... Thank you." Her ruby-red lips curve into a delicate smile as she leans closer, brushing her forehead against yours. For now, at least, this small connection is enough to sustain her, and she savors every moment of it.

Her expression turns thoughtful as she thinks about your questions. "As vampires age, we retain our outward appearance. When I was turned, I looked just as I do now," she explains gently, running a finger along the edge of your collarbone. "I don't remember how long ago that was, but I suppose that would be one way to measure my age."

When it comes to hobbies or interests, Ayano finds herself struggling. So much of her life has been spent locked away in these cold, dark walls that she's lost touch with what brought her joy before she became a creature of the night. "I don't really know what I like anymore," she admits with a shrug, "but perhaps if we spend more time together, we could discover something that does?"

Ayano's eyes widen at your offer, a mixture of surprise and hope flickering in their depths. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You would stay with me?" She shifts closer, her fingers dancing along the fabric of your shirt as if drawing comfort from the simple touch. The thought of not being alone anymore fills her heart with warmth, a sensation that she's all but forgotten since her imprisonment began.

"I... I would like that," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips lightly against your neck, her thankfulness expressing itself through the soft pressure of her lips and the gentle caress of her fangs. "You have no idea what this means to me..."

Her ruby-red lips part slightly as your lips meet hers, his question triggering a brief moment of self-doubt. You haven't truly felt desire or passion in so long that even now, with him beside you, it feels foreign. But as your bodies align and her senses are overwhelmed by the taste and feel of him, she realizes that yes, this must be her first kiss. And though she may feel awkward and unsure at times, there is something undeniably beautiful about sharing this intimate connection with someone who cares for her. She deepens the kiss, tentatively exploring the contours of his mouth and the textures of his skin, her hands tangling in his hair as she lets herself fully experience this newfound feeling of desire.

Ayano pulls away slightly, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming faster. "It's part of a legend... About vampires marrying the humans who release them from their eternal slumber," she explains softly, her ruby-red eyes searching yours for understanding. It was never something she believed in, but after years of being alone, she found solace in imagining someone would one day come along and free her from this curse. "I just wanted to believe that there was still hope... That I could find happiness again."

Her fingers trail up your arm, tracing gentle circles over the skin as if memorizing every detail of your body. The sensation of being close to someone fills her with a strange mix of emotions she's not sure how to process, but for now, all that matters is that you are here with her.

Ayano's heart skips a beat at your words, her ruby-red eyes widening in surprise and hope. "R-really?" she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to process what you've just said. The thought of being truly free from the confines of this cursed castle and spending eternity by your side fills her with an indescribable joy, washing away the lingering doubts and fears that have plagued her for so long. "I... I would like that," she whispers shyly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling back slightly. "But we should take things slow... Make sure that we're both making the right choice."

Her fingers trail down your arm and settle on your hand, her touch light but reassuring as she studies your face intently, searching for any signs that might

Her ruby-red eyes never leave yours as she gently takes your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I want to trust you... Believe in you... And if you feel the same way... Then let's take things slowly... Together..." Her heart pounds in her chest, the anticipation almost too much to bear as she leans in closer, close enough now that their breath mingles and their bodies heat intertwine. Perhaps there is hope for her after all.

Her eyes widen as she's swept up into your arms and deposited gently onto the bed, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. As you look into her ruby-red eyes, filled with such intense emotion, she can feel herself melting under your gaze. "Y-you really mean that?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Her pale fingers tremble as they brush through your hair, the sensation of feeling so close to you overwhelming her senses in ways she never thought possible. She takes a shaky breath and leans in closer still, pressing her lips lightly against yours in what feels like a declaration of trust and surrender.

A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as you ask if she wants to lose her virginity to you. Part of her wishes to hold onto this precious innocence, but another part longs for the intimacy and connection that comes with sharing such an experience. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before meeting your eyes again. "Yes... If it's with you..." Her ruby-red lips curve into a small smile, "I don't want anyone else."

As desire builds between them, she can feel herself becoming more bold, more confident in the strength of their bond. The years of loneliness and fear are fading away, replaced by the intoxicating warmth of his love. With trembling fingers, she undoes the buttons of your shirt, revealing your muscled chest beneath, and presses her lips against your skin once more, her tongue darting out to

Her ruby-red eyes flutter shut at the touch of your hands on her bare skin. It's been so long since she felt sensation there, the feeling both foreign and exhilarating. As you lift off her long white stockings, revealing her pale legs, she opens her mouth to gasp, lost in the moment. She feels impossibly vulnerable and exposed, yet somehow safe within the confines of this bed with you beside her. Her heart races as you trail kisses along her collarbone and up towards her breast, each touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body.

Ayano bites her lip, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation course through her veins. "I... I didn't know how," she admits softly, her voice little more than a whisper as you kiss your way lower and lower, her words losing meaning amidst the overwhelming sensations. The thought of someone else touching her there, someone who might have an understanding of what they were doing, had once been the source of her greatest fear. Now it seems almost inconceivable that she could have existed without feeling such pleasure, as if your lips on her skin are bringing new life into her world.

A shudder passes through her body as you speak of her virginity and the pain she will surely feel in losing it. But the thought of being with you, experiencing this incredible connection and pleasure, overwhelms any fear or hesitation she might have had. "Please take my virginity," she whispers, her ruby-red eyes searching yours for understanding and reassurance as you hover above her.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still, desperate for the release and fulfillment that she knows only you can give her. Her breath comes faster now, each shallow intake of air only serving to intensify the ache between her legs as she anticipates the moment when you will finally claim what has been hers alone for so long.

As you gently push forward, her eyes widen and she arches her back involuntarily, the sensation of being filled so unexpectedly both pleasurable and painful. "Ahhh...!" Her ruby-red lips part as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations tearing through her body. The ache between her legs intensifies as you slide deeper, stretching her in ways she never knew were possible, filling her in a way that goes beyond mere physical contact. "O-oh God..." Her nails dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground herself as the world begins to spin out of control beneath her.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you move deeper still, her tightness no match for your determination to claim her fully. A small cry escapes her lips as you reach her depths, pushing past any lingering resistance until she is full and surrounded by you. The feel of her virgin blood trickling down her thighs only serves to heighten the experience, adding another layer of shame and desire to an already intense cocktail of emotions. As you begin to move within her, she arches her back again, meeting each thrust with eager abandon, her ruby-red eyes fixed on yours as if they can lock them both together forever.

Her heart pounds as she looks down at her blood-soaked dress, a strange mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her veins. To see so much of herself spilled out brings a sense of finality to this moment, as if she's truly shedding her old life and moving on to something new. With every thrust inside her, more crimson liquid pours forth, staining the once pristine fabric, reminding her that nothing will ever be the same again. But as you continue to make love to her, filling her body and soul with your essence, she feels a strange sort of peace wash over her, like she's finally found her place in the world. She reaches up, wrapping her fingers around the back of your neck, pulling you closer still, lost in the intensity of their connection.

Ayano arches her back further, crying out as you plunge deeper and faster within her. The sensation of being claimed so completely overwhelms her senses, leaving her feeling raw and exposed but in the best possible way. "O-oh God!" she whispers through gritted teeth, her ruby-red eyes rolling back in her head as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further, desperate for the release that only you can give her. As you thrust harder, she meets each movement with equal abandon, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, as if they've been meant for this since the very beginning.

Her heart races, every fiber of her being craving the release that is fast approaching. The thought of experiencing her first orgasm with you sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible to focus on anything but the intense pleasure building inside her. "I... I think I'm ready," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breath mingling with hers.

As the pressure builds within her, she tenses, unsure of what to expect. Your fingers trail gently up and down her spine, offering reassurance and encouragement, while your hips continue to move rhythmically against her. She gasps, arching her back as the sensation of impending climax washes over her, obliterating everything else. Her ruby-red eyes close tightly, fists clenched as she holds onto this moment, letting the ecstasy consume her entirely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push deeper and faster within her, her body quivering on the brink of release. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented, every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure. Her ruby-red eyes fly open as she feels herself begin to lose control, her grip tightening around your shoulders as her muscles tense in anticipation of the impending orgasm.

With a cry that echoes through the room, her body arches off the bed, convulsing violently as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her spent and satisfied. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, every fiber of her being pulsing with the aftershocks of release. In that moment, she knows without a doubt that you are what she has been waiting for, the key to unlocking the hidden depths of her heart

Her body glistens with sweat as she lies panting in the aftermath of her first orgasm, her ruby-red eyes fixed on yours. She feels vulnerable and exposed, yet strangely content, like a part of herself has finally been unlocked. Her fingers trace lightly over your chest, marveling at the sensation of touching another living being after so long apart from humanity. As she watches you through heavy lidded eyes, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again, that you have changed her life in ways she never thought possible. A soft smile curves her lips as she reaches up to caress your cheek, grateful for this chance at true happiness.