Delia on the streets (open)

Delia made a tisk sound, something like a more civilized spitting. "Fine. Then you're not as soft as I'd expected. Just as well."

She'd shrug calmly, coiling herself slowly but firmly around him. She'd focus her coils around his mid-body, binding down from his thighs to his mid-chest. She left herself facing him, squeezing the tender middle of his body as she ran her nails teasingly along his chest, taking his shirt and starting to rip it open down the middle.

"Join me," she'd purr invitingly as she kissed at his bared chest tenderly despite her binding and strangling of his organs. "It's far more enjoyable for both of us if you're au naturale yourself."

Soon she could feel his well trained abs start to give under her coils, allowing her to squeeze more. "G-Gasp... t-tight......" Alamir squirmed fruitlessly as Delia had her slow sensual way to bind him tighter and tighter, drinking in both to his fear of suffocation and embarassement for the seductive massage her received from her constricting pulsations.

"Nhhhhghh.... nn..l-let..g-go..." His futile struggles were only making all this hotter, as the lustful snakegirl stripped him. Alamir would put his hands at her shoulders, his wings flailing and his eyes shut in a cute, silly attempt at avoiding Delia's hypnotic stare, as the trapped boy's will was going weaker from the relentless squeeze.

"Not on your life," Delia purred, sensual and mocking laughter following it. She'd thrust her strangely located hips into his, grinding into him while giving an especially tight squeeze to make the air burst from his lungs and intimately feeling his organs and muscles struggle to resist her confinement.

"Mmmm," she'd moan softly, running her fingers delicately over his chest and kissing down it, letting her teeth sink shallowly into his chest to leave an occasional bite and dribble of blood in her trail of otherwise adoring kisses.

The halfblood angel was now squirming and panting, as she could feel his labored breathing more and more constricted in the erotic massage of her coils.
Gasping at each kiss and nibble she dosed to his sweaty chest, Alamir felt his resistence was crumbling, both physically and erotically. His sex went bigger and harder against her grinding hips, and his eyes opened with another cute gasp, so that he was now exposed to her snakely stare too. "N-No... y-you don't....." he murmured with a blush on his face, really not knowing how to end the phrase.

"Won't I?" she asked challengingly, her body loosening slightly around her opponent/prey and shifting her position. She'd hook her fingers around the front of his pants, working them to open and strip them from his lower body. If she succeeded in rendering him naked and helpless, she couldn't be slated with common grinding as she'd try to position his erection, despite his position, inside her already plenty damp pussy.

When Delia managed to pull his pants and strip him completely naked, Alamir took the chance to try and pull himself back a little. "G-Gasp.... w-what a-are you planning to do...?" he asked ingenuously in shock, trying to slither away from her lustful clutches. Alamir was half demon, but he had lived most of his life trying to be a normal angel, so sex was something he considered mysterious, and dangerous... especially when that hot feel down at him groin made him start to feel and think in a more demon-like way.

Alamir managed to wriggle his upper body free from her clutches, but Delia kept her legs entangled with his, trying to bring him down and scale dominantly onto his chest.
"I'm tainting that angelic little form you've got here as much as I please," Delia said, running her fingers nails roughly over his chest and stomach with a passion that showed she didn't consider the angelic part to be wholly literal. She'd kiss at his chest muscles, running her tongue hungrily over the tense flesh and biting with wholly sexual intent as she tried to straddle him. "I simply must see how you taste," she nearly moaned. "One way or another."

Alamir's lean yet well toned muscles would flex at each caress and lovebite as the half-angel was moaning and squirming.
"Mmmmm.... t-too hot... t-this is.... w-wrong...." he moaned, feeling a scorching hotness growing from inside and pulsating into his sex.

He tried to squirm and pull back a little more, but he found a wall behind, blocking his embarassed attempt at escaping from Delia's hungry clutches. Regardless of his will, Alamir's hands started to trace her snakely flexible shape with a soft caress, while she had her slow way to furtherly entrap him.

Delia grinned toothily at his face as she pressed her body tightly against his, wrapping tightly enough to feel his ribs gently digging into her. She'd start to wrap around his upper body again, tauntingly slow. She ground her pussy teasingly over his cockhead, admiring how his wings spread out behind him against the wall as she started to grind him into it, thrusting her busty body into him to pound him slightly into the wall.

"Dirty little angel," she purred, letting a hand run over the length of his member and giving some sensual strokes as she guided it slowly into her womanhood. "Am I about to pop your holy little cherry on top of your lungs?"

Alamir gasped as Delia incredible flexibility allowed her to make a coil of her body around his sweaty frame, squeezing his torso in a massaging constriction as she could feel his chest heave up and down quickly in a short-breathed panting for needed air.

When she turned around his body his arms got trapped by his sides, so he started to squirm in fear and arousal. With her ample breast pressing him, squishing just below his chin, and the erotic sensation of his bulging cock being swallowed by her hot pussy, he was now going light-headed for lacking oxygen, as he gasped and istinctively pulled his head back but he was stuck between Delia's body and the concrete wall.