As if Puternic was dancing a well synchronized ballet with Alexa, he felt her attitude changing towards submission. Once more, he had the impression Alexa yielded to his superiority and his grip on her neck turned into the soothing palm on her, slowly caressing the bottom of her neck, toying with her red hair. Ruled more by his own instincts than by reason, Puternic was a sex machine, creative but conditioned to the environment, enslaved to his own natural mating needs. Her weakening arms only added confidence to his thrusts. His other arm, embraced on her middle  back, also relaxed from its previously tensed position, while the hand gripped her waistline in a delicate, but still manly manner. Her nearly desperate cries of passion was satisfied as Puternic's mouth covered hers: his tongue invaded her mouth, rubbing against her fangs and them against her tongue. Thereafter, still moaning because his repeated, strong thrusts, Puternic's tongue retreated back to his own mouth, as if inviting hers to follow.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, when Puternic expected the least, Alexa's walls began to contract, while his member was just giving signs of being alive. She was cumming very early: couldn't she prolong her pleasure a bit more? Weren't the vampires famous for stretching the pleasure of a fuck for hours and days? Even though Puternic could read between the lines the meaning of that early climax, his approach was much kinder than hers: he would not insult her, he would try to persuade her of her new position.<br/><br/><strong>"It can always be this way, Alexa...tender and full of passion"</strong>, Puternic grudged, still with his lips locked on hers.