Young, blonde and buxom

One of your bats has found a good source of the blood you crave in the form of a young woman; nubile, full of life and most importantly alone. You tell your component bats to converge on her house and as you do the bat who found her watches as she undresses, and you are able to see things as well as if you, yourself, were there. First she removes her jeans, throwing them on her bed and revealing her pink cotton underwear. She then removes her glasses and places them on her nightstand before taking off her t-shirt showing the other half of her cotton underwear holding her large C-cup breasts. She reaches around and unclips her bra and leans over, toward the window, to allow it to slip off. When she straightens up you can see her breasts, with their light pink nipples, in all their glory. She then draws off her panties to uncover a well trimmed golden blonde bush a few shades darker than the hair on her head and then sits down to remove it the rest of the way allowing you a nice view of her pink slit. Obviously this girl thinks that being 2 stories up from the street frees her from having to close her curtains when she undresses, and you suppose that were you unable to fly she would be correct.

By the time you have collected the rest of your mass of bats the woman has already walked from her bedroom into what you realize is her bathroom when steam begins to seep from it. Changing from 'bat cloud' to 'mist cloud' without going through human you ooze through the crack under her window and move toward her bathroom.

Hiding your mist-formed body in the steam you move toward the life source that is the only indication of her position that you can sense in this form. You move into the shower she is standing in and feel her feet move as the coldness of your 'body' touches her feet. You wind yourself up her body, solidifying enough to stop her escaping out of the shower. Her body shivers with both cold and fear until you reform your face before her, meet her gaze and place her under your power.

'Surrender' is all the command you give before moving behind her. She complies tipping her head back and to the side to give you easy access to her jugular, pulsing with life-giving blood. Instead of immediately bringing your mouth to her proffered throat you reach around and place one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. She gasps as you begin to massage her breast and clitoris and places one of her own hands on the free breast, beginning to massage it herself, and the other on the hand between her legs pushing your fingers harder against her clit and trying to push them inside her. You acquiesce to her desires pushing your middle and index fingers deep into her while continuing to massage her quim with your thumb.

She groans and begins to rub her naked body against yours (which you seem to have forgotten to reclothe when you reformed). Your cock is soon hard and your need for blood is joined by your need for sex.

You pull out your fingers, turn her around, push her against the wall of the shower, take your stiff member, place it at her opening and thrust it inside her with such speed that you doubt she had time to feel your fingers being withdrawn. She screams with pleasure and wraps her legs around you allowing you to hold her off the ground with your inhuman strength. You grab her waist and draw her up and down your shaft until you feel her orgasm is about to break. You then push her up against the wall, extend you fangs and thrust the deep into her shoulder. You climax together and you draw the life-giving fluid, tinged with the intoxicating taste of orgasmic pleasure, from her neck while filling her womb with your own (or what would be were you not one of the living dead).