Delia on the streets (open)

"No, you can't," Delia said knowingly, firmly between bites and licks and squeezes of his genitals. "Can you, weakling? Such ideal prey you are, my angelic little softy. Getting all stiff and excited from a predator like me taking these tasty bites out of that soft, juicy flesh..."

She took a long suck at his cock, as if sipping his cum through a straw, and smacked her lips. "Vulnerable fucking prey mentality. It's so gorgeous..." She'd let her fangs finally pierce the flesh of his cock, blood running down it and hitting her tongue. It raised her strength and her arousal, sucking it up and increasing the pace of her licking and suckling of his member even more.

At this point Alamir was a helpless toy in her hands... or better said, mouth.
Though to high pressure, his blood flowed into her mouth like sprayed from the small pierce on his cock.

This last sucking torture was the final touch to him, as eventually Alamir let out a loud moan and exploded with a big orgasm right into Delia's mouth, flooding it with a steaming mix of his cum and blood. "OH! OHH..OHHHHHHHHH!!!", he arched his back flexing all of his muscles in her clutches.

"MMMMMHMMM!" Delia let out an enthusiastic groan as she tasted what would likely be a wretched mixture to anyone else. It was marvelous cuisine to the serpent, her lips sealing and sucking around his cock greedily as she gorged on his essence, hissing breaths rushing through her nose to fuel her animalistic hunger. Her nails raked blindly over his thighs, leaving shallow scratches down them as she flailed for a grip that didn't really matter. All she thought of was blood and cum now, ravishing his manhood in a gluttonous hunt for more, to sap every ounce of the mixture from his tool as she could force.

Alamir moaned and squirmed as the insatiable Delia kept feeding her lust on his bleeding and cumming erection, draining him to the last drop.
Sparkling lights started dancing before his eyes as he became exhausted and slumped back, laying onto the floor in helplessness, his wings shivering lightly beneath his own weight.

Delia sucked him dry, her bloody fangs pulling from him with a satisfied hissing and a long lap of her tongue. "Magnificent," she proclaimed, climbing up onto the victim and straddling his chest. She'd keep crawling up and mount his face, grabbing his hair and pulling him into her womanhood.

"Eat up while you're conscious," she demanded, shaking his head a bit in her literal bloodlust to show she meant business.

"Mnnrrhhh...". Alamir moaned meekly as self-preservation instinct urged his residual healing powers to relieve the pain of his stabbed cock, thus making himself even more helpless as Delia had her slow, sensually taunting way to straddle him, until his face was grinded against her awaiting crotch.

Drained in every imaginable ways, poor Alamir was powerless to resist her lustful whims, and he started to lick and eat Delia's dominating pussy, mumbling faintly as her wetness was threatening to smother him.

"Louder!" Delia snapped, grabbing his hair and urging him further inside her. "Praise your lady louder! Tell her what a lovely, sensual, DEADLY lover she is!"

"MMRRRFFFFFF....!!!" With his face grinded deeper inbetween her thighs and against her hungry womanhood, he couldn't really say anything of course. But his louder, desperately smothered voice would give the lustful predatrix a long pleasurable vibration, as well as his nose and mouth wrigglings would tingle her sensitive spots.

Delia's increasing grinding and his trapped breathing bathing her folds made it a hotter and wetter airtight trap for his face. Unable to escape, to breath.. or even to just think straight, the trapped half-angel would give into the inevitable, starting to mindlessly suck and eat her steaming pussy.

"MMMMM!" Delia grunted heavily. She dug her hand into his hair, pulling at it to force him even deeper into her airless pussy. "Louder, you pussy!" she snarled. "I want the world to know that this is what predators like me do to cowardly little pricks like you!"

Her pussy was utterly soaked at the domination, and while she was tempted to raise her pussy to hear just what Alamir would say about her in his life or death situation, she was content to have his screams fill her with vibrations, pressing her closer to orgasm as her precum streamed into his open mouth like a choking warning of the flood to come

Alamir's face would flare in humiliation as Delia's growled in wild dominating hunger.
With his face glued into her suffocating pussy, he stopped even trying to resist: his demonic lust took over, even in defeat, and he groped Delia's buttcheeks firmly, actually pushing himself furtherly inwards.

At this point, he could not care less about the consequences. His tongue stuck out, lapping and slurping her hot juices, in wild, mindless lust and surrender.