If Jasaiah were into technology, he'd want to take a picture of what Drake looked like bound on the bed with cum and blood all over him. Instead he stood there, coming out of his high, and memorized the look of him. He growled when Drake tried to lick up the cum off his own face and wiped some of it off before shoving them into Drake's mouth. "Gods you are gorgeous. Sexy. Masculine. You take my cock in your mouth so well and with such...devotion." His fangs were bared in a snarl. In truth he was very much hard himself even after the mind blowing orgasm. Now that he wasn't human his stamina was tenfold. He couldn't wait any longer.<br/><br/>Jasaiah pulled his fingers out of his mouth and unbound Drake's wrists and ankles. "Get up," he commanded, standing back and waiting for Drake to do as instructed. Then he went to sit down on a chair, spreading his legs and stroking his bloodied length. "Come here. I want you to crawl on all fours like the good little whore you are, Drake," he murred. His eyes were gentle, but unyielding, needing Drake's compliance. His obedience.<br/><br/>When Drake obeyed, or if he did, Jasaiah would resume. "Get up on my lap. Ride me. I want to watch you take my cock. I know you want to." More pain could come later, if not during their heated session. One way or the other in the next few minutes Jasaiah was going to end up inside Drake. It was just a matter of how.