Delia on the streets (open)

Delia hummed appreciatively at Alamir's reactions, kissing at his throat and letting her fangs brush over it in emphasis of her control over him. "Yesss," she genuinely hissed as her forked tongue danced over her neck. Her pussy soaked his manhood in juices, sliding up and down it easily in her natural lubricant as her lower lips massaged him. In time with her humping, her body slid up and down, tightening and weakening against his form in irregular but agonizing squeezing.

"Writhe with me," she murmured, clearly and wildly aroused by the sensation. "Let me feel you inside me. Will my pussy and my big strong coils, my delicious," she kissed his throat hard enough to make him feel like she might bite. "Little..." She shifted her weight a bit lower, aiming his helplessly aroused member into her clitoris as her hard nipples scraped down his chest. "Prey!" She kissed him heatedly, her flicking tongue invading his mouth and seeming to try and completely rule his body.

"Mnnnn...." Alamir emitted a muffled moan in Delia's hungry mouth as she kept squeezing him in her strong constricting massage while sucking his air with a deep kiss.

He squirmed in embarassed excitement trying to fight it as Delia was overwhelming him. taking his breathe away in more than one way, sealing his fate in her lethal erotic hug as she could enjoy the intense squishy rubbing of their bodies.

Delia's slow, sensual hums entered Alamir's mouth,vibrating through her tongue as her hips and coils rub him in alternatively pleasant and agonizing ways. Delia jerked her waist to pull him deeper into her, pressing her coils harder into his back and driving him further inside her.

The sensation made Delia throw her head back and moan outloud. "Yessss. Deeper, my hot little weakling," she encouraged her unwilling victim. She'd lean back into the kiss, this time pulling back after a few seconds to bit into his lip, looking to draw some blood just to mix it into their embrace.

Alamir's face blushed even more, Delia's erotic restrainting affecting his body and mind. It was so embarassing to be crushed into helplessness, and literally raped in her tightening dominating coils.

"Ohhhh...." His erection went bigger and hotter, sucked more into her pussy muscles; his stubborn yet weakening struggles resulted into a slow, enticing squirming of their bodies, causing sweat, little drops of blood and Delia's wetness to mix together in a sinful moistness.

"G-Gasp... n-no... t-to hot.... c-can't..... breathe...", he panted hotly. Starting to see sparkling lights due to lack of oxygen, Alamir would start to struggle more desperately trying to wiggle out as she compressed his frame more and more, unwittingly fueling up Delia's lust, because she could now feel the softness and weakness of his tired muscles in her pulsating embrace.

Delia humped roughly into him, clearly wild with passion. "Godss... so, soo good!" she purred, tasting his coppery red juices on his lips as she went on kissing him. Her curves tensed around him, breasts grinding up against his body and pelvis hammering into him with wild, lusty abandon for either of their safety in search of more stimulation. She considered using her hypnosis a bit now that he was going a bit limp in her constrictions, but she found the way he was just too perfect.

Helpless, defiant, aroused, gasping, and a strong man weakening against her curvy body, feeling his pants and cries and blood brushing over her elegantly smooth skin.

"UHH! UHH! UHHHHN!" Delia threw her head back, smooth throat exposed as she grunted beastially to the sky as she came, love juices running unabated down Alamir's crotch. "Yes! YES! Fuck me, my sexy victim! Fuck me harrrd!! Scream for me! Bleed more for me! Give me that hot, unwilling seed! Fucking DIE trying to please me!" she'd rant, doubtful that he'd do any of those in his state.

Alamir moaned and panted in helplessness, too weak and constricted to fight back as Delia had her way with him, feeling he was building up a huge orgasm. "N-No... " His mind still tried to resist his snakely captrix as she was squeezing the air out him. His cock would bulge to its biggest and hardest levels as a side effect of the erotic crushing, in spite of fear of being suffucated to death.

"NNNNNG!" Delia grunted, almost beastial as she ground Alamir into the wall in her coils, using his body like a toy. His engorged cock filled her to the brim, eyes wide as she laughed out loud. "YESSSSSS!" she squealed gleefully. "Oh god... your stiff little thingy's so big... you want to fuck me, don't you pretty boy?" she teased. "You want this to last all night. You want to be inside me in every way. You want to be crushed in my mighty muscles. You want your stiff manhood to plow my legs apart. And you want..." she licked her lips over his bloody mouth, then tasting the various wound she left on his chest. She shivered and another minor squirt of cum escaped her pussy.

"You want your flesh and blood to fill my belly." She leaned into his neck menacingly, letting the tips of her fangs touching him, about to penetrate the skin before pulling back, laughing and kissing it appreciatively. "You... you want to satisfy me, don't you?" she purred. She'd let her eyes grace over his, wondering if her spell would work at this point. "You'd die pleasing me, wouldn't you?"

In the middle of his agonizing helplessness, fear of being crushed and swallowed by the lethal serpentine beauty urged Alamir to fight back for dear life... but he realized he was helpless:
pressed and lulled in her constrictions, soothed by her hissing voice, and relentlessly brought to climax, he was now open to the last touch of Delia's domination.

His eyes met Delia's gaze and were captured, as lured deeper and deeper into relaxing spirals. He could not look away, and her voice sounded so sweet, so soothing. "Nhh...i...i....." he murmured, his will surrendering to Delia by the second.

Delia just kept her smiling eyes fixated on his. "Good," she said seductively, running a hand smoothly under his chin at a peculiar angle for her awkward positioning.

She gyrates her hips in long, slow rhythm, licking the blood daintily from her lips. "Who do you please?" she urged, a vigor to her thrusts and a tenseness in her strong coils holding Alamir tight while showing her regrowing lust. "And who is your deadly beloved?" ((not a typo...))

Alamir's muscles were soft and pliable in Delia's squeeze now, while his hard cock was ready to erupt.
"Hnnn... D-Delia..." he heard himself breathe out. He shivered lightly, realizing she had taken control of his body, mind, and sex, and there was nothing he could do about it. More than that, he was not even minding anymore.