Naia let her beloved Spike have control, loving every moment of how she was ruled by the man the world believed to be her servant.  Her tongue enticed and her throat worked the simple magic of swallowing.<br/><br/>His hands were on her pussy now, when did that happen?  How long had he been building this heat in her that she hadn't noticed for the joy of feeling his joy?  Naia's little nostil's flared for air.  Her heart raced.  Her blood burned.<br/><br/>In the moment when Spike cried warning of his impending release, she let out a musical thrum and clenched her throat around him for an instant, then relaxed so she could take him all the way down and accept his seed with desperate, excited swallows.<br/><br/>Expert as he was, Spike's fingering might not yet have been enough to push her over the edge, but the very real feeling of his own relase,  her sensaiton of what he felt as he erupted out between her lips, was more than she could bare, and Naia gushed as well.<br/><br/>Her body trembled and her fists clenched for control as her vision went golden!