A tiger's debut (open match)

"Unnhh... s..stop.." He pleaded as she ran her hands down his stomach and fondled him. He tried to squirm out from underneath her with a small hiss.

Delia giggled at his feeble struggles, though hardly able to keep him under control. "Now you're speaking my language," she chimed, hissing back at him with a blatant flicker of her forked tongue. She let its blood-flecked tip tickle over his lips, massaging him in idle gentleness, more of a massage than a stroking.