Vendetta snarls menacingly at Nat, her eyes narrowed to slits as she grips the hilt of her massive claymore tighter. "I've been tracking you for some time now," she growls, "and I won't let you leave here alive." With a sudden burst of speed, she lunges forward, aiming a powerful overhead swing at Nat's head.

Vendetta scoffs, her eyes burning with rage as she shakes her head violently. "It's too late for that, Natdan! I am the Vampire Lord's executioner now, and you stand in my way!" With another burst of speed, she leaps forward once more, this time aiming a series of quick strikes at his body.

"You cannot stop me from carrying out our master's will!" she shrieks as her claymore slashes through the air.

The sensation of her fingers circling your nipples sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to moan eagerly. Your body arched into her touch, craving more as she expertly teased and played with your newly sensitive flesh. With each flick and tug, you felt yourself growing wetter between the legs, your need for release intensifying with every passing moment.

"That's a good girl," she whispered in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your back. "

As you moaned in pleasure, the sensation of her fingers circling your nipples sent a rush of pleasure coursing through your body. The touch was so intense that it felt almost painful, but at the same time, it was an unbearable sweetness that left you craving more. Her breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else except her hands and the pleasure they brought you.

You considered his offer carefully. Being treated like royalty and protected against any who might harm or disrespect you... it seemed like a fair trade. But what would be the price? You suspected that Thorne wouldn't make such an arrangement without expecting something in return.

Carefully, not wanting to appear too eager or desperate, you asked him casually, "And what would that be?"

Thorne smiled slightly. "Of course," he said with a nod, "I wouldn't expect anything less from someone of your caliber. Well, here's the deal: in exchange for your cooperation and protection under my wing, I ask that you help us train some of the other exotic beasts here. Your venom is said to be extremely potent; perhaps you could aid us in taming some of the more troublesome creatures."

He paused again, studying your reaction carefully before continuing. "

Your mother's heart skips a beat as she notices your two front teeth peeking out from beneath your lips. "Oh, my," she exclaims, her eyes going wide with amazement and disbelief. "You're growing up so fast." She kisses your forehead, unable to hide the tears of happiness that well up in her eyes. It's a bittersweet moment for her, as she realizes that soon enough you'll be all grown up and out of this stage forever.

Your tiny hands grasp her finger, holding on tight as if to say "I know it's scary, but I'm here" Your mother smiles weakly, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. For now, she's exactly where she needs to be.

Your dominance over the Royal Academy has attracted many admirers and rivals alike, each vying for your attention and seeking to use you for their own gain. While some may see this as a curse, you know that it's also a source of strength; those who underestimate you are doomed to fail. As the tension between alliances grows thicker, you remain calm and collected, always one step ahead of your enemies... for now. But even the most skilled strategist must eventually meet their match.

The Vanguard, led by none other than yourself, has become legendary within the Academy for its unparalleled strength and dominance. Your teammates are fiercely loyal to you and each other, recognizing that their individual talents only grow stronger when combined under your command. However, this also means that any challenge against the Vanguard is a direct threat not just to your leadership but also to the bonds of trust and friendship that hold your team together.

The platform was built over the pool and held a variety of tools and equipment; hooks for hanging baskets, buckets for scooping water, and even a small workbench with various jars and vials laid out upon it. The people gathered around it were all dressed in the same uniform: white shirts and pants, each bearing the emblem of the zoo. They appeared to be trainers, here to take care of the animals in their exhibits.

One of them, a tall man with a stern face, seemed to notice your approach. He stepped forward and addressed you in a calm but authoritative voice. "Well, well, look who decided to join us," he said, his eyes fixed on yours. "My name is Aaron, and I am the head trainer here at the zoo. We've been expecting you."

You raised your head slightly, your golden eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What do you mean?" you hissed.