Meanwhile, his thrusts continue strong and vibrant. Paced and rhythmed, Puternic was giving no sign of slowing down or weakening. His body was shaking and trembling with pleasure: Alexa was swiftly becoming Puternic's only addiction and the girl would have troubles after having been imprinted by the werewolf. His hands continued on her breasts: as an experiment, he pinched her both nipples at the same time, even though she was still wearing her dress. He wanted to feel how hard her nipples were. They only confirmed the obvious: the girl was hotter than hell. Tilting his head back with his eyes closed, his chest grew a bit more, displaying his strength to the gorgeous Alexa, just like a peacock shows off his feathers.<br/><br/>His ears' tips tilted up as he heard her begging words. Sooner than he expected, Alexa was yielding in that delicious battle for dominance. In no time, his body straightend up, making his penis touch her pussy in a different way, while his left arm grabbed the base of her throat, without asphyxiating the beauty, just to bring her up. His gaze met hers.<br/><br/><strong>"What did you say?"</strong>, the werewolf asked as he continued thrusting her and his grip moved from her throat to her neck. Even more than the inebriating sensation caused by Alexa's walls, what pleased Puternic most was to realize that the vampiress was completely losing control. On the one hand, she was drowned with her own, endless lust; on the other hand, she was reaching a level of uncontrolled despair.