Delia vs Sasha

Delia smiled, sucking roughly but pleasantly at the aroused Russian's neck. "Like that, do we? Haven't been touched like this in so long, have you, my tiny little amazon?"

She'd emphasize her talk by easily taking Sasha's small breasts entirely in her hands, squashing them slightly as she massaged them in her palms.

Sasha let out another little moan, her cheecks blushed deep red now, the painfull wounds almost forgotten.
She sunk down a bit in Delia's arms, her mind still battling as her skin warmed up under the cold-blooded girls hands. The young Russian's nipples where rock hard now, small peebles.

Her thoughts spinning her will and instincts started slowly to kick in again.

Delia felt Sasha's heart racing under her flesh, cooing as she adjusts her coils to free Sasha's legs a bit, but offering her more range with her upper body. "Poor little angel... so weary... why not let me help relieve your pain, my lovely?" She would use her extended oral reach to lean in and wrap her lips around her nipple, suckling hard as her finger slid down to lovingly squeeze her crotch.

Sasha moaned, the little russian tomboy tilted her head a bit as she felt this touch, she made her main foot, the right one slip forth a bit, the small nipples on her flat chest now sticking upward as she arched her back a bit.
The touch of her crotch made her head spin a bit, even trough the hotpants and the undies she had on.
//Damm this is a fight so fight!!// she tried to tell to her self as her mind tried to find a way out of this sensual trap.

Delia would suckle at the wettened nipple, letting her slender tongue flicker over it. Her more southern hand slid a nail over her crotch, trying to cut neatly through her pants so that she could up Sasha's snatch, sliding her middle finger up and down it.

"Poor baby," she'd say with charming genuineness, her mouth free of the breast for a moment. "Has it been so long since you've been touched?" She'd look up to try and meet Sasha's eyes if this all went through, attempting some mild hypnotism, at the very least to get an answer from her.

Sasha gasped, her mind still fighting the pleassure as she tried to let her will and instincts take over again. She seemed to weaken in the snake girl's hold of tempation.
She tried to denie her opponent any answer as she felt the cold air of the arena touching her body trough the sliced fabric of her shorts and panties. The russian teenager gasped as a finger presses against her virgin cunny-lips.
"Ahh been a while" Sasha moaned, her mouth faster then her brain,wich was a quite common thing in her life.

Delia tisked with a soft shake of her head, massaging her fingers gently over her opening. "Poor thing," she cooed, actually a scrap of actual sympathy in her voice. She had enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh extensively since she'd come to the human realms, and she thought it the right of all to do the same.

She ran her tongue long and slow up the tomboy's throat, then turned her flexible spin to kiss her tenderly on the lips, trying to keep her eyes focused on hers to try and pour any more control she could over the girl beyond her simple urges. "Would you like me to... 'help' you?" she offered, taking a handful of her breast with one hand and squeezing it, letting her hard nipple protrude between her fingers and rubbing it between her fingers.

This was a tactic the small brawler wasn't prepared for. She sucked in some breath and blushed even deeper as her little nipples hardened and she considered it hard to fix her eyes on her opponent.
Her knees felt a bit wobbly as she collected her will and energy to fight back again.

Delia gave Sasha a strangely critical glance at her struggles, the tough Russian managing to pour her full effort into bucking the serpentine woman off her. "Why are you struggling?" she'd ask genuinely. "Is it not pleasurable? Don't you want it?" She'd let the tips of her fingers run firmly up her slit in another strong effort to deter the brawler.

If Sasha was still intent on fighting her off, though, she'd eventually overpower Delia and force her off, to her mixed disappointment and confusion.

Sasha was still hesittaimg as she felt that finger slipping in, she gasped and raised her left foot, trying to bring it down on Delia's foot. Sasha's cheecks had a healthy red now and despite all her inner struggle, Delia could feel some warmth and moistness.
The CosssackKid tried to wheel forth a bit.
With some strain and a growl she broke free, her next breath already aching a bit as she aimed her free left elbow as sharp and fast as she could for the snake girl's side.