Delia vs Sasha

"Agh!" Delia snapped, her claws giving a quick scratch over Sasha's breast as she let go of the escaping Russian tough. "Savage little ingrate," Delia said, though she worked up a smile as she brought her finger to her lips and licked it sensually. "My, but you're a tasty thing. Everything that comes out of you just drips with flavor." She raised two of her fingers, combining the taste of her vaginal juices with her blood from her claws, grinning mischievously as she sucked them clean.

"Sure you wouldn't rather have it the soft way?"

Sasha gasped as she swalowed the sharp pain, raising her fist again and glarring at her opponent past her guard.She took a deep breath and lunged at her opponent,winding up, pressing her left foot hard into the mat.
She turned a bit around her self as she smashed a hard right haymaker at Delia's chin,bowing low to get past the snake girls guard.
"At the hard way..of course!" She yelled attacking.

Delia hissed in frustration at the sudden low attack, but Delia's back arched unnaturally to dodge the incoming blow. Awkward but intimately close, Delia would try and slap her arms around Sasha's upper body and pin hers down while she could.

Sasha gasped her self as she needed to accept the new pace of the fight. The older fighter took her down quite suddenly and Sasha leaned up,trying to get free with a smal,angry growl.

Delia locked her arms tightly, stretching somewhat beyond their natural reach to further bind her opponent. "All tied up and nowhere to go," she said slyly, squeezing her with her grip like a small python. "And to think I could've have you screaming with pleasure right now... ah, what the heck."

She'd try to slip her leg between Sasha's, rubbing her thigh against her snatch.

Sasha moaned and felt a warm tingle rushing trough her whole body, her mind a bit confused. She gaped and tried to get free, pressing her hands hard into her opponents full cleavage.
Sasha felt her teeth grinding over each other as she pressed and struggled with all her might.

Delia cackled and kept her peculiar joints tight, straining a bit but thankfully keeping Sasha under wraps for now. She'd squeeze tighter, not wanting to risk another close call and trying to wrench the air from the brawler, lapping at her cheek fondly as she pressed her thigh more firmly and rubbed more rapidly against her crotch.

Sasha graoned and moaned, the human's kis crotch soon damp. But also she felt the growing preassure of Delia's body, triyng to shift enought weight to slip free sideward, pressing her left foot hard into the mat.

Delia grunted in feminine exertion, but lost her serpentine hold on Sasha as she struggled more. "Sit still, you little runt," Sasha snarled, trying to get her nails into Sasha's short locks and pull her back towards her.

Sasha growled, forcing some air into her lungs as she hoisted her self up, faking a left blow with a slip of her shoulder, doing a short step. She shifted some weight, feeling a short shiver running down her spine,maybe due to conflciting passions or bloodloss and then swung her right foot upward in her real attack,trying to hit the outher thigh of her scary opponent.