A tiger's debut (open match)

"Grh... don't... patronize me..." He growled as she petted him, and then felt her grabbing at his pants and pulled them down slowly. "Nnnh... I... I don't..."

"Don't have a chance in resisting?" she finished for him. She licked her lips and added hungrily "I know."

She would try to roll him onto his side, embracing him again as their chests rubbed together, enjoying the feel of his furry pecs brushing over her breast as she tried to use the better angle to remove his bottoms.

Ryuji growled at her again, and tried to roll away from her as Dealia tried to roll him over, hoping to break away from her embrace, however his roll was a bit weak. Unless she was expecting absolutely nothing from him, he'd probably still remain in her grasp.

Delia wouldn't expect much from the tiger, but apparently enough to hold him in her expected place. She would entwine her legs with his and lean against him, more aggressively kissing and working at his pants.

"Mmmh.." He groans softly as she entwines her legs with his, and folds his ears once more, leaning up to kiss her back, and felt his pants sliding down his legs, letting out a soft purr.

"Verrry good kitty," Delia murred around their lips, her hand gliding over his pants as the dropped and rubbing her fingers over his manhood, her nail tips tickling at his rod as her serpentine tongue danced agiley around his.

"Ahhhh..." He gasped quietly as he feels her nails tickling his erect member, and tried to trap that tongue in her mouth in vain. He then tried to free his arms again, wanting to reach up and grope her rear, suddenly deciding he'd try to fight her in a different fashion.

Delia took a short intake of breath as her ass was squeezed, then purred into his mouth in approval. "That's more like it," she purred. If he wouldn't truly struggle, then this was just as well. She'd run her other hand over his fuzzy chest over her own breasts, pinching his nipple as her other took long, slow strokes of his hardon.

"Mmmh..." He continued to moan as Delia continued to massage his member and his chest, but he would try to roll her over. He was growing more aggressive now, wanting to beat this woman at her own game now instead of just flat out fighting with her.

Delia's light weight was less than adequate to keep the man-beast down, pinned under his superior weight even with herself coiled around him. She'd grunt a bit weakly, trying to lean in to suck at his neck and distract him as she gripped his rod firmly.