Delia on the streets (open)

Delia's fangs punched clean through his flesh, almost no blood escaping past her teeth as she kept her fangs in place. She decided to go for a full choking this time, wrapping herself in her more familiar fashion around him. She lashed her legs around his, binding them together as her body stretched slightly to wrap around his body. Her lithe body clung to his, breasts tight against his back and her upper body encircling his chest twice before she wound up at his shoulders, fangs still in place. "Going somewhere?" she teased from the corner of her mouth.

His wings were left open, but she considered them to be fairly useless at this point.

"Nhhh..... d-darns... c-can't.....nnhghhh..." The combined effect of Delia's bite and her slow, sensual constriction was effectively draining Alamis energies. Worse, he had angelic and demonic blood running in his veins, and a taste of it was likely to enhance Delia's strenght.

He tried to flap his wings twice but failed. Then, with a breathless groan he had to drop a knee down, his hands feeling the smooth slin of her legs as he tried to pry them apart, going weaker with each new second while Delia's lustful embrace went tighter and tighter.

Delia's thin breathing came out like a gentle hiss, though thoroughly by coincidence. She gave a short jerk of her head, letting her bite wound open a bit wider and leaking his blood out in a slow, savory stream. Her forked tongue lapped at his blood stream, her throat bobbing against his shoulder as she swallowed.

"Mmmm. Heavenly..." she cooed, her lips tickling his shoulder sensually. She gave another tight jerk of her long body, crushing Alamir extra tight for a moment and adoring her flesh sculpting to overwhelm and rub against his. "Yet sinfully sweet... you are a VERY interesting flavor." Delia did not seem to realize it, but she was indeed siphoning a rather small but genuine amount of power from his mighty blood.

Alamir's pulling would do little for more than a few seconds, though it felt like a single determined by the chimera, given its powerful heritage, would be enough to force her off.

"Hnnnghhh...." Alamir groaned as Delia's sinuous body jolted around his trapped frame to restraint and hold him still while she tasted him.

He shivered in embarassement at her licks. "Hnnh.. i..i'm not going to become your meal..." he groaned and flexed his muscles against her squeeze, and it seemed he could gradually force his way to freedom but after a few moments the balance of their sensual struggle shifted again she got to wrap herself tighter around him, feeling his struggles slow down in her lustful suffocation.

If Delia was concerned with his escape, her face masked it perfectly, becoming truly genuine again when he fell back under her grasp.
"Goooood," she moaned sensually as she writhed her body to reposition herself. Her hips wound up wrapping up around his leg, straddling it and letting her warm vag press near his hip through her dress. She started to grind against him, using him like part sex toy, part stripper pole as she rode him, hissing softly in his ear. "It's so much better when they struggle. When they gasp. When they get that look when they realize they're going to be crushed to death if I wish it..."

Alamir was no such a good actor at hiding his concern, so Delia could feel and enjoy his groans and embarassed squirmings in her relentless embrace.
"Uhnnhh... t-that's not going to happen to me... Alamir the Halfblood!"

Some fear was percetible behind those proud words, which would probably delight even more the serpentine woman holding him secure in her tightening coils, relishing into his writhing and struggling as she slowly constricted him, about to get control of his breathing.

With Delia grinding him suggestively, a faint moan escaped Alamir's lips as the undeniable arousal induced by her grinding was making it even more embarassing: she seemed to get... erotic pleasure from her constricting domination! At that thought, he blushed and panted and struggled more, unwittingly cooperating with Delia in making the squirming of their sweaty bodies even more erotic.

Soft hisses of pleasure came from Delia when she felt him grow more fearful, making her grind a bit more into him and squeeze all the more. She bit her lip and humped rather hard through her dress and panties before growling in frustration.

"Forget this," she'd snarl, suddenly loosening and unwrapping herself from Alamir. She expected him to collapse for breath at this point, which she'd use to dig her nails into her dress and rip the front down the middle. It exposed her peculiarly large breasts, slender body, and rose-colored panties, visibly damp in the font. The dress hung more like a robe around her shoulders now, and she stuck her thumbs into her panties to step out of them, effectively stripping herself nude.

"That's better," she'd purr, attempting to grab Alamir by the chin (whether he went down or not) and lifting him to face her. "Don't you agree?" she'd coo enticingly.

((OOC: lol.. name is Alamir, ;P))
Weakened by Delia's constricting hug, the halfblood flopped to the floor as soon she let go of her grip, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped and panted for air.

He blushed deeply when the evil lustful snakegirl unveiled her goddess-like appearance and lifted his chin to have him intoxicated by her charms. "Uh.....s-so.... b-beautiful...." he said as transfixed from both her sinful beauty and her hissing cooings. Then, he realized he was risking to fall under her spell and weakly tried to pull back. "Hnnn... w-what are y-you trying to do....?" he asked timidly, trying to resist.

((ack! just started my match with her. it's screaming your ex-girlfriend's name in bed all over again... my b.))

"I'm toying with you," she said honestly as he jerked free, though her voice heady and sweet as a lie. "You're practically dead already," she said, running the nails of one hand softly over his cheek. "I like that look on you. I want it to last. You feel so good against me..."

She'd get an even hungrier look in her eyes as she tried to climb astride his waist, resting her sex dangerously close to his member. She'd wrap her legs around him a bit tightly, hoping for him to still be tender from her more dire squeezings. "I want to play, little man. Won't you let me?" she asked. She'd look into his eyes, trying to dominate his mind with her hypnosis. Even if he was likely too strong to succumb just yet, she'd just enjoy the dominant confrontation with her prey.

((hehe no prob XP))

Alamir blushed as Delia started to coil her body around him again, this time taking advantage of his kneeling position. He tried to fight back but he was actually softened from the recent squeezing, so she got to wrap her legs around his waist as her alluring eyes looked like deep entrancing pools, inviting him to slowly sink and relax.

"Hnn... N-No... y-you won't make me.... a helpless plaything..." he groaned. With Delia's legs hoding him tight and secure, he could not do much more than trying to look away in a struggle to avoid falling under hypnotic domination.