Puternic's eye shone as Alexa's reactions evolved. To his eyes, her spreading legs, her tamed strength and her words were more than a sign of lust: they were a sign of her submission to his superior command - her lust was more than evidenced by her humid depths, by her hot depths: never had he expected that a vampiress could be that hot. He grew even more confident, because he thought life was being brough back to her cold body by him. Puternic was in charge, he was in the lead.<br/><br/><strong>"Rome was not built in a day"</strong>, Puternic replied fearlessly in spite of her feral gaze. Still holding her neck, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them, tasting the liquids dripping from the forefinger and the middle fingers: some drops dripped on Alexa's nose and chin. After suckinghis own fingers, Puternic tilted his head backwards, howling loudly for the entire Vampire Inn to hear, revealing his yellowish fangs to Alexa once more. At the same time, his chest came closer to Alexa's chin, revealing his large, manly, muscular pecs. Alexa must have felt his bare glande rubbing between the end of the cleavage between her buttcheeks.<br/><br/>It was his playtime.