Her moans coaxed me on. I had just planned on feeding. I hadn't fed her sweet, addictive blood for days. Not since I had hurt her for no other reason, that I was hurting too. She had been an easy target and I knew I was a d*ck for doing it. When I had woken up with a random naked femal vampire draped over my body, and a mass amount of empty liquor bottles lining the floor. I knew I was an even bigger one. I couldn't remember anything, couldn't remember f*cking the girl. I doubt I have even been able to. If I had, she must have climbed on top and satisfied herself because, with the amount I had consumed, there was no way I would have been able to function. We had high tolerances for such things like alcohol. It did not mean we could not get drunk, it just meant we had to consume what humans
