"Sister, your habit?"
Sofia didn't respond immediately. She was preoccupied with the sound of her own heartbeat thrumming in her ears. Offering herself up was one thing. It was a thought that she found herself just barely comfortable with. But Amaia accepting, even if she seemed hesitant, was something else entirely. The reality of the situation was an entirely different beast.
Amaia read uncertainty in the nuns' body language. Those soft blue eyes, once eager to meet her own were suddenly darting back and forth. Those hands that had once laid peacefully on her lap now had fingers tapping upon her thigh. Amaia knew once she got her fangs into her, Sofia would be like putty in her hands. She just had to seal the deal.
"Sister," Amaia reached out, gently placing her hand on the girl's arm gently, trying to convey comfort, "You don't have to do this. I don't want to impose on you, and your vows-"
"No, no I offered. Sorry, I just needed... needed a moment to collect myself."
Amaia's face flickered, almost imperceptibly. She was still resisting the urge to smirk at the human woman beside her. Humans were so easy. Especially the ones like Sister Sofia. The ones that believed so wholeheartedly in the goodness of others, and the inherent will of others to have one's best interest in mind. Amaia would've thought that a sister of Sofia's order wouldn't have been so naive. But nuns had a certain way about themselves... a certain inclination toward naivety and perceived righteousness. Amaia could almost find it in herself to feel bad for them.
Almost.
"Sister Sofia, you'll have to remove yo-"
"Yes, right. Just give me a moment."
Sofia reached behind her head, working at the knot that kept her veil in place. The cloth was set aside, exposing some of her brown hair to Amaia's eyes. Next to go was her coif, freeing it from where it was fastened underneath her chin. As the garment was similarly removed it allowed her hair to fall free, evidencing just how long it had been allowed to grow; just a few inches above the small of her back. The guimpe was removed in short order, finally showing Amaia's target; Sofia's neck. She could practically see the blood rushing through her veins just beneath her skin.
"Sister, your rosary?"
"Oh, right. Apologies." Sofia lifted the necklace up from herself, setting it neatly with the rest of her garments. She sat, uncertain of what exactly might be asked of her next.
"This will be easier if you were to sit in my lap Sister."
Sofia nodded, shuffling up from her seated position to instead perch herself sideways across the blood feeder's lap. She shuddered feeling cool breath wash over her neck.
"Sister, you must try to relax. If you're tense I may hurt you."
Sofia pursed her lips, but nodded anyway. She tried her best to relax some of the tension that had found itself in her shoulders.
"I must warn you sister," Amaia brushed the woman's hair aside, leaning closer to her prize, "my bite has a particular effect on humans. Are you sure that-"
"I'm sure. Please, lets be done with this before sunrise."
"As you wish."
Amaia leaned close, her lips all but touching the smooth expanse of the other's unblemished skin. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her flesh and of the lifeforce just underneath. Crimson lips pressed against her target, making Sofia's breath hitch.
"Relax." Amaia cooed gently.
The moment seemed to stretch on for infinity. Every second that passed by, Sofia felt her heart beating that much faster. The breath against her neck went from cool breaths to the warm exhalations from an open mouth. Amaia's fangs extended to their fullest, ready for the meal that was so nearby.
Sofia only felt them press against her neck for an instant before they were sinking in.
Now, technically Amaia didn't need to hold her fangs in for any longer than it took to pierce skin. But she held herself there for three of Sofia's heartbeats. The seemingly thoughtless action served to introduce a considerably larger amount of her venom into Sofia's bloodstream. And the more of that, the more Sofia would fall under her control.
When Amaia pulled back, Sofia let out a soft gasp, feeling her blood begin to dribble down from the wound inflicted by the vampire. But the crimson liquid found its journey cut short by Amaia's tongue lapping it up. Dark lips wrapped around the mark of her teeth, gentle suction and her lapping tongue not allowing the wound to close prematurely.
As Sofia's sacrifice began to fill her stomach, Amaia felt heat radiate out from her gut. Already she could feel the burns that had been left with her begin to heal themselves. Her limbs, having just felt nigh on useless compared to her former ability, felt strength begin its return to them.
