A tiger's debut (open match)

"Mmff..." He groaned as she started to suckle on his neck, and tried to pull away in order to try and lock lips with her. He would also try and pull her hand from his member and try to pin her arms down to the ground hard.

The tiger would easily break free of her suckling, her lips meeting his with a pleased gasp. Her strength was surely nothing to the tiger's, and so her hands were forced down beneath her. She writhed in her own unique, vaguely liquid in its smoothness as she tried to force herself back up at him, bare breasts cushioning their impact for her.

Ryuji smirks a little as he had the upper hand now, and leans in towards her to lock lips with her once more, and reached one paw around, trying to slide underneath her and grab her rear good.

Delia murred in pleasure into his mouth as her rump was squeezed firmly, wriggling pleasurably beneath him as her nipples ran over his fuzzy chest. Her claws ran over his back passionately, caught up in the moment for the time being as her snatch started to moisten quickly beneath her half-removed dress.

"Mrngghh..." He groans as she rakes her claws down his back, and digs his claws into her rear in response before locking lips with her once more, purring loudly.

Delia let out a scream of surprise into Ryuji's mouth as his claws penetrated her soft ass flesh, though a moment's judgment could show it to be one of pleasure. She wove her delicate tongue around his, massaging it from all sides and pressed her face into his in exchange, wrapping her legs around his (twice, actually) to pull his loins closer to hers.

Ryuji chuckles a little when she let out a scream of pleasure, and then gasped when Delia wrapped her tongue around his, and felt her legs wrapping around his twice, feeling him pressed hard against her, and suddenly it was himself that was trapped rather than the snake.

Hissing in quick confidence as she regained control, Delia would start to grind up; against the feline fighter, letting her pussy lips teasingly rub over the tip of his manhood beneath her skirt.

"Hnn..." He moaned as she started to grind up against him, and shivered in response, leaning down to lap at her breasts slowly as she continued to tease him with her sex.

The tiger's tongue worked wonders on Delia's sensitive chest, writhing beneath him in moaning approval and letting him shift his position. It made her grinding more awkward to position, but she kept at it as best she could and rubbed the back of his head between his ears. "Good, good kitty," she moaned, using her entangled legs to spread his farther apart and allow her better access