Delia on the streets (open)

"Goooood," she purred. "Now on three, I want you to cum for me. Nice and big, just like that tasty cock of yours. But before you do..." She'd take his chin between her fingers and keep him facing her and their eyes locked together.

"...you'll look into my eyes and tell me you love me. Understood?" She smiled wickedly as her vag pulsated against his bulging, primed hardon. "One... two... three!"

Delia had him totally under her spell now, her entrancing eyes like deep pools of numbness where it was so pleasurable to sink, and let go. "M...Mnnn..... I....I love you...". With that said, his back arched and Alamir felt a sweet and powerful sensation caress his body, encouraging him to surrender to pleasure and release the biggest climax in his life.

Delia laughed loudly, her coils tightening as her pussy muscles did the same, closing around the gushing, throbbingly huge member inside her. She barely needed a few more humps to join his orgasm, resting her head against his chest and digging her teeth into his shoulder for stability.
"Say it again!" she hissed between her mouthful of his flesh. "Louder. Tell me how lovely I am. WHY do you love your predatory queen!?" she ranted, ecstatic with her dominant rape and destruction of the angelic man long-since stuck in her binding, their sweat of struggle and lovemaking mixing between their tightly pressed flesh as she rode his exhausted manhood with her mirrored orgasm.

Alamir let out a meek breathless moan with every new pulsation of Delia's lustful coils pressing him closer and closer. "Nnnn... y-you're s-so wonderful... i... i love the way my queen can keep complete control of my pleasure, my breathing... m-my whole life.." he hissed feebly, his tired eyes starting to flutter while he was totally stuck in her suffocating squeeze.

"That's right," she purred appreciatively. He had to be tougher than a human, but she doubted even he had the endurance or the air to last much longer. "My pretty little prey," she'd hiss, running her free hands behind his back and caressing his bared wings. "So lovely. Makes it all the more fun to spoil it..." Delia didn't fancy herself as evil, but the temptation just to sample such things were just so compelling.

"Beg," she ordered, staring into his eyes firmly. "Beg your serpent queen. Beg for whatever you wish. Life, pleasure, air, death, whatever it is you crave the most right now." She grinned toothily, expecting this to be a real show to put her over her edge again. She was wildly horny off this display, and she had seen some peculiar things come from her prey when they were under her spell. Some begged to be crushed more, some begged for their lives but sounded like they were orgasmic, others praised her and asked for nothing. She was so curious...

"Nnn... g-gasp... a-air... c-can't breath..." he breathlessly managed to whimper. Still, he was panting hotly against her and she could tell he was erotically affected by her crushing embrace: In spite of his exhaustion, his member was in fact going hard again.

Delia smiled, sinisterly enjoying her prey's struggle and loosening her coils a hair's width. It would be a relief on him, but it wouldn't be enough for him to survive; just last a little longer. And not certainly long enough for him to endure her further efforts, as she left his still-dripping manhood inside her.

"Good boy," she whispered hotly, kissing at his earlobe and nuzzling his neck. "Be a good boy and you may live another day. Please me, and you'll survive. Don't..." she flexed her peculiar muscle structure, giving him a flash of pain in her instant of squeezing. "I can end you. It's no difference to me, so long as you earn it."

She shuddered as she ground into him, her own arousal dulled by her orgasm but still high from her personal fetish of a situation. "Can my strong little angel please me?" she asked, her fingers running up his back and scratching him in a playful, vaguely cat-like manner.

The halfbreed guy let out a breathless moan when Delia's pussy devoured his member, intensifying his helpless pleasure. She could now feel his member throbbing bigger and harder inside her.

At the same time, his body went warmer and Alamir responded to the snakegirl's request by licking and kissing her neck.

Delia's laughter was melodic, particularly for her monstrous position. "Lovely, lovely," she sighed as Alamir filled and kissed her. She savored every tense and growth of his cock against her inner walls, nuzzling her face into his hair and smelling him affectionately. "You just may live another day if you jeep this up, precious," she said adoringly, strong hips grinding more rapidly against his cock to massage it even harder with her wet pussy lips.

(( It's ALAMIR!!!!! LOL^^ ))

Alamir was totally under her power now, squeezed and sexually grinded into helpless extasy while her cooings kept him docile and mesmerized, and her pussy muscles massaged his growing erection into mindless pleasure.

Willing or not, the trapped boy was going hotter and hotter with each new tightening of her holds around him, his hands caressing her slippery skin while his wings huggled both of them in a weak affectionate embrace.