Delia on the streets (open)

(open to all or any. multiple combatants a welcome change)

Delia came down the streets with perfect comfort in her stride. A smooth, silky red dress clung to her lithe figure, fluid from shoulders to hips. Every motion sent a wiggle through the snake demon's figure, and it drew glances of want without her so much as considering her hypnosis.

A fluid motion without even looking brought an apple from a fruit stand to her hand. It wasn't hidden so much as unbelievably smooth, not fast or flashy enough to take anyone's attention. She smiled smugly as she brought the apple to her mouth, her sharp canines stabbing into it and popping off a chunk confidently. "Modern conveniences be damned, you couldn't improve on some of the classics," she said, her words sensual and smooth even around a chunk of apple. She eyed a young woman up and down, serpent's tongue dancing over her lips. "No siree..." she confirmed.

Alamir was walking along the same street, his folded wings still slightly visible as they popped out of the holes in the back of his shirt. his very young-looking head was bowed down, lost in his thought, so much that he almost bumped into the serpentine female.

"G-Gasp...s-sorry about". His cute face blushed, looking like snapped out of some dark daydreaming, as he only now realized the nature of that sinuous beauty. "D-Darns... a serpentine demoness... this demoness breed is named as highly dangerous for their lustful / predatorial way to subdoe their victims" he thought with a blush, awkwardly faking indifference in the hope she would drag him into a deadly streetfight.... or an erotic submission match... or probably both.

Delia's thin frame bumped significantly off of the half-breed, blinking at him with an indifferent sniff and a shrug. She had been bumped several times before, by people looking just for some physical contact, or just mesmerized by her beauty. Well, that or her genuinely mesmerizing eyes.


But she caught eye of his wingtips and did a double take. "That's not normal..." she thought curiously. His eyes darted over her, and not in the way men usually did. Her tongue flickered in and out, a sly grin spreading over her slightly too-wide face. "And he knows..." she added, running a smooth nail under her chin in thought. "How... interesting."


She turned smoothly after him, watching him closely. "Not an angel," she said, acting as though she was thinking outloud in his earshot. "Not quite a demon either. Not a spirit though. No, not that weak..." Her heart raced a bit. Whatever it was, she hadn't met it before. She wanted it. To taste its strength, and feel its body, and smell it... just to know so much about it, and in ways her people normally didn't care to.

He knew he had to stay silent and just walk away instead of risking to raise her interest furthermore... he knew it. But her eager way look and study his whole frame induced the ingenuous halfbreed to speak:"Uh... w-why are you watching me that way...?" he swallowed, timidly trying to slink aside, uneased by the somewhat hungry gaze she seemed to have on him.

"I'm just a curious sort of woman," she purred, running her hand with slow sensuality over the shape of his wings under his clothing.

She'd grin wide enough to let the tips of her sharp canines show. "Feeling hungry?" she'd ask suggestively, then smile plainly as she held up the once-bitten apple, eyes keenly watching for how he would react.

Alamir shivered a bit at the smooth touch on his sensitive wings.
"Heh.. it's ok. My fault, guess i must look like a freak to most people, with these... ", he said, indicatively moving his wings with a slight ounce of uneasiness for what he was.

He blushed a bit at Delia's allusive joke: a snake-girl who was tempting him with an apple. That caused him to smile, despite her sultry presence clearly made him nervous.
"H-Heh... well your apple looks juicy; just... that's not going to put my soul in troubles.... right?". He replied with a shy smile, approaching as he seemed unable to be consequent with his decision to avoid this dangerous seductress.

Delia gave a soft chuckle, running her nail tips over his wings and down over his shoulders. "Of course not. I am more spirit than demon, stranger. I've no power like that," she said. She let both hands rest on his shoulders, her nails (nearly claws, really) touching his upper chest. She gently rubbed his shoulders and leaned her breasts between his wings into his back. "Why? Would you like to? There's so much I could tempt you with that needn't involve the soul," she whispered. She had no issue, apparently, with making a scene. Teasing the chimera was proving rather fun, though she'd grow weary of the game before long if he continued to avoid her.

Alamir's face blushed a bit more as she could feel his shiver at her seductive caress. There was something about this snakegirl, her fluid movements, her lovely eyes and her sultry voice granted her some sort of alluring power over the hybrid boy, not allowing him to just turn and go away.

"Mmmm... S-So seductive..... " he purred in shy enticement, letting his hands feel her thighs while she pressed him from behind. Both the devilish and the angelic sides of his mind were weak to seduction for opposite reasons, especially from such a beautiful and charming spirit like Delia.

Then... it was mostly the demon part of himself who spoke, coming out with what seemed to be just a gag, actually a provocation to the snake-spirit predatorial personality:"Mmmm... anyways, i happen to be a fighter, so a girl should be able to wrestle me down to really catch me... hehehe..."

"What the.... ???" Alamir thought to himself frowning, surprised of what had just came out from his own mouth, knowing it was likely to cause him big troubles.

Delia hissed softly as she felt her legs caressed, enjoying the sensation. Her eyes widened with a gleam at his last statement though. "Realllly now?" she said, voice seductive as silk. "Both a lover and prey... I love it." She slinked fluidly around him, standing before him suddenly and spreading her arms invitingly. "Come then, stranger. Give your darling Delia a show. Be prey or predator, it's all just as entertaining to catch you. And I WILL catch you, my handsome little playmate."

She was challenging him to run and let her catch him, or else attack her and make a blatant fight of it. Her sights were set on him for sure. While fickle and curious, once something caught Delia's eye, it held it for some time. Either way, she'd attempt to lunge for his legs, wrapping her hands around them to try and topple him.

The prudent, peaceful angelic part of him blushed in embarassement at her enthusiasm. Though, it was too late to pull back: all in all, he was the one who dared her to fight him.

"P-Prey..? L-Little playmate..?" he blinked, just a second before Delia's elegant, snakely movements allowed her to catch his legs and topple him, and he knew he was now on for the wrestling show, willing or not.

He gasped in surprise and his wings flapped in an istinctive attempt to help him escape her clutches and get back on a standing position, actually giving the impression of some scared bird trying to escape her seductive dangerous coils.