Delia on the streets (open)

Delia threw her head back, laughing loudly in delight. She had cum so much she was slow to arouse again, but she still thrilled at the struggled hybrid beneath her.

"Good boy! Good boy! Don't let your death be in vain! Suck away at my hot pussy with your dying breath! Lick my pretty cunny up and CHOKE on my juices! Let my beautiful pussy and my sweaty ass be the last smells to hit your nostrils!"

Alamir was now on the verge to pass out: Delia's flooding juices were both drowning him and keeping him aroused. In spite of his consciousess about to fade away, the demon-angel halfbreed would keep slurping and flickering his swift tongue, while his squirmings were slowing down and his hands started to slide along her shape, too weak to hold the grip on her voluptuous hips. A smothered gurgling sound came out as he was almost gone. "m-mnnrf.... slurrrp..",

Delia would hump and grunt, cumming again over his face and continuing with assaulting his face with her exhausted hips and snatch, waiting for him to utterly collapse if not totally snuff out.

Eventually, Alamir's hand slipped and dropped down to the grownd limply, as he gave in to Delia's relentless erotic suffocation.
His face glued against her voracious pussy with no chance to get out, he soon stopped struggling, going limp and totally at Delia's mercy.

Delia gave several testing thrusts as he fell limp, seeing that he was out cold and laughing in utter delight. "Always wanted to do that against someone remotely capable," she mused, shaking her head and pulling her pussy off the downed fighter with a wet sucking sound. She decided to spare him, being fun enough. Maybe she'd come and threaten him again.

She thought it over, then sat on his belly, running her nail over his chest. With delicate handwriting for using ones claws, she carved shallowly into his skin "Your life is my plaything." If that didn't wake him, she'd excuse herself and walk away, comfortably naked.

Delia's erotic suffocation would probably enough to send out for a couple hours, if not kill a human victim. But Alamir was not from this world: he started squirming softly, his eyes fluttering open as Delia's playful caress urged him to come to his senses. Though, he was obviously exhausted and weak under Delia's straddle.

"Nhhh.... n-not s-so fast, sexy...... i'm not done nnghh.. yet...." he groaned in a soft, drowzy voice, mostly by instinct as his hands grabbed her wrists and he started fighting back with very feeble strenghts, trying to raise up to a sitting position.

Delia hissed, nearly a spitting action. "I'm bored of you," she snarled. With that she yanked her arm free of his, trying to grab his neck and dig her claws into his throat. She was curious than concerned if he could survive it.

Unlike Delia's constricting domination, her violent attack kind of revived Alamir's fighting spirit: His hands went at her wrists again with a spurt of adrenaline, squeezing them stronger than before in an attempt to stop her from digging her claws any further, and hopefully pull her hands away from his neck.

Delia looked a bit concerned with his uprising strength. "Hmph. Be that way," she said, feigning unshaken confidence. She'd lash her one set of nails away from his face, trying to yank them free so she could dig her talons into his cock

"G-Gasp.... n-no...!!" Alamir blocked her attack an inches from the target grabbing her wrist again, but as he did so Delia's claws scratched his crotch painfully, finally digging into his thigh.

"NNNaaarghh...." The half angel let out a loud groan as he had to let go of her wrists. Without thinking, he made use of his healing aura even in his weak state, which caused his head to spin: he lost balance and fell back on his butt, his muscular strenghts drained by his own healing skills.

"nhhh... oh..n-no..", he blanked, trying to cower back before she might take advantage to wrap him up and suffocate him.