Cum drips from her tight ass as he pulls out and wastes no time shoving into her pussy, already addicted to her body. It made her moan louder, feeling worshipped by his cock as his tongue played with hers, his hands roaming her body. She'd never get enough of this kind of sex, when her toys wanted nothing but her body, nothing but pleasure. She was riding the high, at the edge of her climax but she held on until she could no more, crying out his name as she collasped back into the pile of dog beds, her nails cutting into the fabric as she orgasmed, the waves of pleasure washing across her body as her cum coated him once more, squirting out onto him again.
"When we are done, we will lick each other clean," she ordered her eyes closed, "I promise my toy, you'll love the taste of my cum. And I want to see you taste your own too."
Her hips were still high in the air, angled so he could plunge balls deep into her pussy, his tip hitting her womb. She wanted to be filled with his cum, until it made her look bloated, full of his seed. He'd never have to worry about a pregnancy or STI with her, the demon could contract none. Which meant there was no need for a condom, and the skin to skin contact felt amazing. She wondered how many times he had truly been able to enjoy a woman without protection, and the chances were none. Making this experience all the more tantalizing and pleasurable.
"Harder," she moaned, her hips grinding back to his as the smell of blood and cum filled the air, "Harder Nathan."
She spoke his name in such a sexy way, as if she lost her breath while saying it so that his name came off her lips like an unspoken promise of all the pleasure he could ever want. The demon was in full control here, even if she let him choose how to fuck her. In the end it was her blood controlling this situation. A few hours ago this man had probably wanted to shoot her down and be done with. Now his want and lust for her was uncontrollable, and it made her orgasms that much better knowing he wanted her so very badly.
"Worship me Nathan," she groaned, "Worship my body baby and I'll give you everything you need."
Her nails were rather sharp, like small talons although she had them painted black. With on nail she ran it along her neck, cutting the flesh and making herself bleed, the air poignant with the smell of iron. Her other hand went out and push at his chest, keeping him at bay from it as the smell overtook him, wanting him to feel that withdrawal, to feel that overwhelming need and beg for it. The longer she kept him from her, the harder it would become for him, until his insides burned and his head would scream at him at feed.
"Worship and beg," Kaia's eyes opened, pitch black so that he could only see the glint of them in the dark, "That's what I ask of my toys. Fuck me daily...as much as you wish. Beg for me when the need is too great. And worship me. Worship my blood and my body and I will give you all of it."