Delia on the streets (open)

"You don't know when to die," she snarled at him in a quiet fury. "I'll just have to keep carving you to bits until you get the idea, then..."

She advanced on him quickly, digging her nails into his arms and leaving them there as she bound her lower body around his legs and waist, squeezing tight as a vice.

Locked down by Delia's painful grip on his arms, Alamir was powerless to back off any further, as she had her sinuous. lethal way to wrap him up.

"Hnnn...pant pant..." he was now helplessly squirming in the tightening embrace of her flexible body. His torso was still slghtly free to move, but it looked like the futile struggle of a captured prey in her coils.

His face was a mix of fear and cute embarassement for being more and more stuck in her enveloping hold.

With a gnashing of her fangs, Delia rose over him and brought her upper body's coils around his chest, bringing her head behind him as she squeezed his ribs. She wrapped her arms normally around his neck, trying to strangle him with a chokehold a she bit into his neck, sapping out more empowering blood.

Alamir's resistence was futile as Delia had her slow, sensual way to wrap him up in her body coils, until he was totally trapped and constricted.

Her wrapping arms not only allowed her to furtherly weaken the half-angel, but also held his head in place, so that the snake woman could suck at his neck as she pleased. And, her warm, fleshy orbs smooshed against the back of his shoulders was only a further sensually humiliating touch in her complete domination.

"Nhhh.. c-can-t..b-breathe...." he whimpered breathlessly, his squirming body only adding to Delia's lust, as her prey was slowly succumbing into a sort of agonizing extacy, moaning in her relentless embrace and her vampiric kiss.

Delia could cackle around her mouthful of his flesh, shaking her shoulders to smack her breasts teasingly at his cheeks from behind. "Don't you like big tits, choir boy?" she teased, ignoring his pleas. She'd grind against his ass, pussy soaking it with her juices. "Gonna cum for your sexy snake princess? Huh? Are you, my winged little fairy?"

"Nghh.." Alamir was trying to fight desperatily against his doom, but he was weakened and totally subjected to Delia's playful domination, her pulsating coils constricting and erotically massaging him at the same time.

As she teasingly battered his cheeks from behind with her ample breasts, the half-angel felt a last, instinctive urge to react to such a humiliating end: Tugging his neck back and away from her lovebite, he pushed against her coils with all the strenght left in his trapped wings, turning around in her hold to face her as he struggled.

But, his weakened wings gave in, so that Delia could furtherly reassure her squeezing domination over him. All he had obtained was to make his predicament even more hopeless and embarassing, with his tired face brushing against her warm breasts as he tried to pull his face back. "Oh... n-no...." he panted breathlessly looking up at her hungry eyes, his helpless arousal furthely stimulated in this new position.

Delia stared intently into his eyes, pressing her will onto his.

"Just die already," she commanded, squeezing tight and digging her various spikes into him as she ground herself harder into his back on his fading body.

"Ngrr......." Unable to fight back or to even heave his chest up for breathing, Alamir could only let out a feeble, breathless groan, as his will totally gave into Delia's sensual and painful constriction. To his further embarassement, the suffocating embrace was bringing his trapped erection on the brink of cliaxing, as his eyes started to flutter shut and the sexy predatrix could rejoyce the feel of his body going limp, his face now resting on her bosom in a cute, helpless feature.

Looking from outside, his body looked like cocooned in Delia's coiling body, as she had now squeezed all the fight out of him, and most of his life too.

Delia laughed at his weak humiliated form, she savored his death in her coils, taking another long drink of his blood in a savory slurp. She'd stay coiled to see that she shook all the life from him, watching him closely and smiling when she felt he was gone. "Thanks for the ride, cutie," she laughed, striding off confidently nude.

A few hour laters, all the people who had evacuated the fighting area started to timidly come back, gathering around the lifeless body of the unknown, winged young man. Curiously, his several wounds had totally stopped bleeding. "Maybe she sucked and drained him to the last drop..." tried to guess one of the shocked people.

Then, Alamir let out a sudden gasp, breathing in for welcome air as the blow of life came back into his sore frame. The people screamed and ran away in all directions, as the groaning halfbreed staggered up to his feet like some kind of creepy zombie.
"Nghhhhh.... i've been killed... again. It hurts like HELL.." Stretching his sore back, he smirked slightly at his own shot. Even with his supernatural blood and his healing powers, he knew it was going to take a few days to fully recover from such a sensuous fatal defeat, and probably a bit more to heal his pride.

Winner: Delia via... "fatality" (LOL)