Take charge!

The enticing feel of Anja's lips gliding up and down your hard cock is nearly enough to make you surrender, but you are made of stronger stuff! You shake off the hypnotic influence of the demoness and take hold of her hair with both hands. You yank her mouth from your cock with a pop of suction, a line of her spit connecting her full lips to the throbbing head of your prick. She looks at you with anger.

"Suck my soul out through my prick?" you say. "Is that your plan?"

Before she can answer you take her by her arms and roll her onto her back. She is surprised by the movement, her hiss of anger showing off her gleaming white fangs.

"Is this what you want?" you ask and plunge your prick in one motion up to the hilt in her steaming slit.

She gasps and her anger melts into pure pleasure.

"Yes," she moans. "Yes, take me."

You chuckle and begin to thrust yourself in and out of her cunt. It is so hot and wet. She seems to be sucking your cock with her pussy, tugging at you with inner muscles and the sweet musk of her wetness.

Your balls slap against her asshole with each downward stroke. You boldly press your lips to hers. Her eyes meet yours and there is an understanding there. She parts her lips and your tongue explores her mouth. Her skin and body have become so hot, as if she burns from within. Perhaps she does. You do not know how such creatures as Anja are made or how they live.

All you care now is that she is here and willing, submitting to your cock as you pound in and out of her quivering cunt. Her kiss is hot and sweet, her pussy drawing at your pleasure. You can feel the cum churning in your balls, aching for release as you hammer into the soft, yielding flesh of the demoness.

"Yes, cum for me," she moans. "Give me your essence."

"More than just my cum, is that it?" you say, sweat beading on your forehead as you slam into her again and again.

"Yes, your soul," she cries. "It is what I need. Give it to me. Cum inside me, Hans!"