With practiced ease the redhead relaxed her throat and let Spike have his way with her lips.  Long ago, this desire in him had startled and scared her.  Now--thanks in no small part to having truly mastered 'deep throat'--she relished it beyond few other caresses.  All her adult life, she had to be in strong, reserved, in control and in command.  For a man she loved to take control in a way she could allow was a precious thing.  That she made him so very happy in the process, all the more.  Naia took careful care too wiggle her tongue against his lower vien and drink deeply of his flowing seed.<br/><br/>Somewhere, deep in the origins of her being, was the Altaran duelist girl who still yearned to be the prize won by the strongest.  That girl had been disillusioned more than once when the strongest proved again and again to be brutish and foul, manipulating the laws of honor to their whim.<br/><br/>That girl had never known Spike.