Kesha feeds.

Claire watched the erotic performance playing out on the bed just a few feet from her, spellbound and silent. She keenly remembered how Kesha's body had trembled as she had climaxed in her arms so recently. The mocha-skinned beauty was making the obvious point for Claire's benefit, demonstrating that she knew her way around a woman's body and knew how to wring exquisite pleasure from a partner. Claire had never felt so aroused, her quim was dripping wet and her nipples achingly stiff and sensitive. Kesha occasionally glanced back towards Claire, knowing the effect she was causing and the unstated promise of sharing such pleasure with Claire if she permitted it.

"Now for the best part, Brandi," Kesha whispered, detaching her lips from the girl's rigidly hard nipple. "More satisfying than anything you have ever felt."

Kesha's fangs extended. Instead of biting Brandi's neck, she bit deep in the upper slope of the girl's firm, pert breast. Brandi let out a long, husky moan of sexual pleasure, leaning into the blood kiss and grinding her naked body against Kesha's clothed form. Claire could hear the muffled slurps as Kesha drew out the vitae and thirstily swallowed. Brandi was semi-conscious, satisfied moans escaped her wide-open mouth, and her body writhed as her blood fed the vampiric beauty. Kesha drew back, detaching her fangs from Brandi's flesh and honouring her promise to Claire to feed sparingly and cause no lasting harm to the blonde girl. Blood trickled from the twin incisions in Brandi's heaving breast, flowing down the curve of the firm mound before splitting into two tracks as it flowed around her stiff nipple.

"Mortals can't heal themselves from a bite like kindred can," Kesha explained to Claire. "But we can heal the bite for them. Forgetting to erase the bite mark means leaving evidence. She won't remember exactly what I did to her, only the pleasure she felt."

Kesha licked the trail of blood from Brandi's flesh, lingering as her tongue circled the hard nub of the nipple before moving further and licking clean the puncture wounds from her fangs. As her tongue brushed over the wound, the incisions ceased to bleed and the flesh reformed to leave her skin unmarked.

"That tired you out, Brandi," Kesha said soothingly to her gasping and listless victim. "Take a little nap now, there's a good girl."

Brandi yawned and settled back on her bed, smiling happily as her eyes closed, and she drifted off to contented sleep. Kesha grinned and patted the blonde on the head before rising and walking over to Claire's bed. She straightened her short dress, tugging down the hem, which had ridden up her smooth brown thighs. Taking a seat on the bed, she patted the duvet beside her to invite Claire to sit next to her.

"Thanks for being so gentle with her," Claire said as she sat beside her kindred companion. "Do you usually drink without killing the humans?"

"Hell yeah, of course I do," Kesha appeared a little shocked and offended by the question. "Just cause we're technically monsters doesn't mean we need to act like literal monsters. Besides, leaving drained corpses wherever we go would mean the normie folk couldn't ignore we exist."

"Won't she turn into one of us though, now you bit her?" Claire asked, looking at the contented sleeping form of her roommate worriedly.

"Nah, there's more to embracing a new kindred than just taking a sip of blood," Kesha dismissed the notion. "Surely you remember how you were turned? You must have drunk your sire's vitae and then...well died, temporarily of course."

"Uh, no, it wasn't like that for me," Claire explained, wondering just how much she could confide in Kesha about how she was transformed. "Ten minutes before I met you, I was just a plain, very plain in fact, human. Nobody bit or embraced me, and I didn't die, not that I know of."