And her gaze made Puternic shiver once more. Nevertheless, no feeling was comparable to the pressure of her clenching walls on his members: it was as if she was hammering the member mercilessly. How could she be that strong? How could the vampiress exert such an amazing strength using muscles which are mostly involuntary? Was she stronger in that area than he was? Alexa meant to be mean and as a matter of fact, she succeed for a while: his face grimaced as her walls squeezed his mast, making the werewolf gasp for air. Pain irradiated from his member to his groin, while a flick of pleasure paradoxically appear in his scrotum. Puternic would not admit his defeat in any field.<br/><br/>Reaction came swiftly.<br/><br/>His grip on her neck closed again as he growled, making his member thicker and larger: more and more blood was being pumped into his length to make it up for her sudden display of impertinent strength. Alexa had not interpreted the slight move towards tenderness represented by his soothing hand. The girl - he means, the woman: after all, she was probably very old - seemed only to understand roughness and thoroughness. Care and protection, tender and love seemed to be words out of her vocabulary, out of her actions. Whether voluntarily or not, his member felt the relieve and from under, Puternic began to thrust her again and again.<br/><strong><br/>"This is my way"</strong>, he whispered and licked her left ear as he felt control returning to its legitimate owner.