Kesha strips Claire.

"That so?" A wide smile slowly spread as Kesha found her advances welcomed by both Claire and the entity cohabiting her body. "Well, who am I to deny an elder's wish?"

Kesha kissed Claire again, more forcefully, as one arm snaked around Claire's waist and drew her towards so their bodies pressed hard against one another. Claire had kissed before, but the sensation of feminine curves meshing was entirely new. She felt her still unfamiliar, enhanced breasts mashing with Kesha's firm mounds through their clothing, the hard points of erect nipples unmistakably prodding her soft flesh. A hand fell on Claire's knee, and she let out a nervous giggle as she felt cool fingers slide up her inner thigh and beneath her skirt. Without thinking, Claire parted her legs to allow Kesha to explore further. Fingers stroked the front of her panties, tickling the labia beneath as Kesha traced the crease of her vulva and caused Claire to squirm in response to the delicious teasing. For several minutes, Kesha continued to devour Claire's lips and mouth with her kisses while teasing and frotting her quim through the thin cotton barrier of her underwear. The fact that neither she nor Kesha had need to breathe was apparent as neither had any necessity to break the prolonged kiss for air.

Claire was dazed and distracted by the twin **** on her lips and netherlips. She had touched herself often enough, and on a couple of occasions, a boy had briefly and amateurishly fumbled inside her panties. Kesha's expert touch was forceful and focused in its purpose, honed by decades of practice. Claire's pussy grew heated and slick with female juice, while her thoughts became increasingly clouded and unfocused with sexual desire. Fingertips played over her sex, the cotton underwear offering scant protection as Kesha frotted her with all the expertise of a virtuoso pianist or guitarist upon the keys or strings of a musical instrument. Light pressure as fingertips traced the contours of her swollen and wetted pussy lips, pressing more insistent as they reached the fleshy folds of her clitoral hood and massaged the sensitive and erect bud of the clitoris beneath. When the fingers were abruptly withdrawn from Claire's sex, she squirmed in Kesha's embrace, the need to be touched insistent and urgent. Hands gripped Claire's shoulders, and Kesha exhibited her vampiric strength as she flipped the newborn kindred around and onto her back upon the bed.

"I need to taste you, NOW!" Kesha growled, pinning Claire to the soft bedding as she topped her on her hands and knees, her fangs extended with the arousal and predatory lust.

The caramel-skinned kindred was still beautiful as she stared down hungrily at Claire, but her beauty was now feral and dangerous, her desires subtly altering her face so that delicate bone structure was more pronounced and sharp, eyes brighter and predatory and of course, those sharp, long fangs gleaming whitely in the dim light of the bedroom. Kesha did not pause to remove Claire's clothing; she simply ripped the material apart to expose Claire's pale and flawless body. The black blouse was rent from neckline to hem, the loose sides fell apart to expose the firm, porcelain white breasts that jutted proudly upwards with ruddy, stiffened and engorged nipples. Kesha's hands gripped the waistband of Claire's knee-length skirt and ripped the garment apart to reveal shapely, milky white thighs and white cotton panties now stained with female juice. The panties were snatched away with a single powerful tug that left Claire nakedly exposed, apart from her kitten-heeled sandals, the tattered remnants of her blouse and skirt clinging uselessly to her body.

Kesha crouched down, kissing Claire briefly and fiercely on the lips before slowly descending down her body. The kindred's lips were cooler than those of a human, but still as soft and delightful as they caressed Claire's skin. Lips kissed her neck and throat, the points of Kesha's fangs dragging over flesh and nipping gently without drawing blood. Further down, to Claire's shoulder, collar bone and then the upper slopes of her breasts. A tongue circled her nipple, lips closed around the erect nub and suckled as the scratch and soft nip of fangs teased dangerously. Kesha moved her head across Claire's chest, soft strands of curly black hair tickling as they glided over her breasts. The other nipple was sucked, growing achingly hardened as the points of wicked canine teeth nipped at the pliant nub of flesh and made Claire moan, squirm and arch her back in response. Over Claire's flat white belly, kisses slowly traced the path downward until Kesha's lips reached the first tight, jet black curls of Claire's pubic bush.

"You are so beautiful," Kesha whispered, her mouth within an inch of Claire's labial crease. "Your body is warmer than any kindred I have known; you still have the inner heat of a mortal. I can feel the warmth of your pussy on my face, sense the throb of blood swelling your pussy lips and clit, and I can smell the sweet juice flowing inside."