"I don't know how many people would necessarily think of that as something to be overcome, to be honest.  Besides, why should we need to resort to going after our own when there are so many tasty humans running around?"  Leaning in, she punctuates her meaning by nibbling gently on Johan's ear, her fangs just barely scraping over his skin.  "And stories only get boring if you tell them too much."<br/><br/>The thought of Johan wearing skin-tight anything (much less something so flamboyant) gives her pause for a second, but that is quickly chased away by Johan both doing something different with his hips as well as once again burying his face in her chest.  Already pent-up and on edge from his earlier efforts, the feeling of him somehow expanding inside her was just enough to tip Cyria over into a powerful orgasm.  Looping her front four legs around his back and pulling him tighter against her, instinct takes over and her head dips down as Cyria buries her fangs in the meat of Johan's neck.  Fortunately, she still has enough awareness to not flood his body with her venom, as they'll be needing it later.  The coppery tang of the few drops of blood that reach her tongue only make her moan a bit louder into him until she finally lets go.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the rest of her body was doing its level best to convince Johan that it was time to cum as well, clenching, squeezing, and almost sucking on him with significant force.  There's little question now that the muscles in that portion of her body are far stronger than would be expected.  Of course, that begs the question of why, and more importantly what had Cyria been doing to strengthen them like this.<br/><br/>"Ah-ha...ha.  Sorry...ah, about the hicky, but something tells me you're used to that thing by now."