That is not how I remember it. I struggled for my life with an emaciated creature
ripping at me, his fetid stench
blending with that of the mud and shit-covered street, one dark night in a forgotten province of the Imperium.
—Graveyard Shift, by Michael F. Haspil
There is no ecstasy in your Embrace - only terror and pain. Mortals upon whom you feed struggle and shriek all the while as you attempt to feed, requiring you to grapple with them for as long as you wish to take their blood.
Let us not be foolish here and talk as if to children. It is painful, extremely so.
The flesh tears, the blood gushes forth, the pain is like a blow to the head, knocking one senseless. One feels ones very life is draining away, and with that comes panic and terror. But pain and terror can be weathered and controlled. And what in this world worth having does not come with a price of pain or suffering?