Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Ataru would keep squirming and making nice muffled sounds of exertion within Amelie's bountiful cleavage, unwittingly playing along with her plans as he was just tiring himself out in her loving embrace.

Far from making any progress in setting him free, his futile resistance was rather contributing in making his own captivity more pleasant and enterteining for the sultry amazon, and she didn't make anything to hide, it, grinding more around her cute male prey and purring down to his allured ears. Each gently tightening squeeze from her arms was rewarded by a cute, muffled moan bathing her cleavage as Ataru was forced to exhale following the entrancing tempo of Amelie's flexing.

"M-Mnnffhhh.. mnfff.... mfff.... <3"
Willing or not, Ataru couldn't help getting gradually, almost hypnotically lulled into a tamed/seduced state by that slow repetitive grinding, his struggling slowly reduced to nothing while the top part of his face, barely visible out of Amelie's enfolding breasts, was showing a cute embarrassed blush.

Reducing her posture to one that would match her foes, Amelie's quite purrs would become ever so much more sultry given the close distance to her foes face. Jiggling her chest yet again, she'd give yet another stern grinding motion with her arms, making sure to grind her soft skin upon her foes back in an effort to force goosebumps to arise.

Given Ataru was close to once more falling asleep in her sensual embrace, Amelie would begin to straighten out. Returning to her full height, her chest once more close to her foes face, she'd give her foe yet another pull to ensure he wouldn't find solace in a rope aided release.

Without much more than a giggle, she'd begin to slowly pick her foe off his feet, apparently looking to continue this sensual embrace with Ataru's body hoisted up, her massive chest now mushroomed against his own, whilst forcing him to gaze at eye level with her!

If possible, Amelie's tight embrace was becoming ever more sensually taunting: picked up into her hug with no apparent effort so that his feet were now dangling off the mats, Ataru would gasp and twitch at the suggestive grinding and squeezing from the beautiful amazon, causing her large squishy breasts to rub and smoosh all over the boy's chest.

Ragdolled in Amelie's amorous version of a bearhug with no chance to escape, Ataru had his totally blushing features brought ever so close to Amelie's gorgeous face until they were about at kiss-distance with the cute boy gasping from such air-restrainting "cuddle", eyes locked into her sultry, mesmerizing gaze.

"Gasp...! nfffhhh... 0///0". Unable to fight back except for the very narrow room conceded to some ineffective, uneased squirmings, Ataru couldn't tell if he was looking more like an outmatched lover in the dominant constricting hug of a sexy amazon, or a little boy in the loving embrace of a voluptuous mommy.
Whatever, it was a feeling of utter helplessness and, judging from her sultry purring, the green haired seductress was thoroughly enjoying it.

Controlling the smaller figure was easily enough done given Amelie's stature, but whether she had the arms to actually squeeze her foe in a full-on bearhug was a inert one. She was having too much fun ragdolling Ataru in a near painless embrace.

Now swinging the smaller figures legs side to side, Amelie would release a almost entrancing hum as she leaned in, some of her green locks now dangling over the figure. She'd jostle him for a moment, making her chest nearly mushroom out altogether as she hoisted Ataru a little higher, before trying to nuzzle him fully.

"You seem done...?" She'd purr, arms locked at her elbows to try and keep her cuddle firm. She might not of been squeezing nor smothering her foe with her chest, but she was soon beginning to fully pull Ataru into her curves, perhaps leaving his mouth with little space that wasn't the beauties soft and smooth skin!

Although basically painless, Ataru would find Amelie's loving embrace inescapable for his draining strenghts, especially now that she had her elbows locked nice and tight behind his back, allowing her to slowly deprive her cute little prisoner of air and awareness without even hurting him.

Like that, the Japanese boy was losing more and more of his energies and stamina in her cuddly version of her bearhug, as testified by his embarrassed struggles soon slowing down to almost nothing. Sensually lulled into a sleepy trance by the sexy amazon swaying him side to side in her cuddly bearhug, Ataru was also slowly succumbing to the soft, somewhat hypnotic humming caressing his tired ears in a teasing motherly way.

"Nnff..... n-not at allmff... I can...figh-tnhhffhh.... @.@". The sleepy sigh at the end of his "defiant" words pretty much unveiled the cute silly lie behind Ataru's "defiant words". Not that they were going be taken seriously in any case, with his tired lips lingering on her smooth perfumed skin and most of his face gently buried in the warm, comfortable nest that was Amelie's cleavage.

Given the focus on simply holding her foe rather than torturing him, Amelie wasn't exactly struggling withholding her foe. With a jostle every now and then alongside keeping her frame held back, she made sure she could keep Ataru lifted long enough to have fun with him. With Ataru seemingly about to fall asleep in her loving embrace, Amelie sought to mix things up, given that Ataru's first fall had occurred under very similar circumstances.

Adjusting her grip via a lowering of arms, Amelie would jostle and nudge her shoulders and chest against Ataru, in a small effort to make him lean back. With her arms now around the base of Ataru's back, she'd give a fierce grind directly upwards, a perhaps stimulating sensation given which area of Ataru would be grinding against Amelie's lovely abdomen!

"We'll see...how long you last...Hmmm?.."

With all the suggestive grinding and purring from the French amazon, it seemed evident to Ataru that she was thoroughly enjoying his captivity, having him tire out in a slow and hot fruitless struggle that only served to drain his stamina in such sensually teasing submission rather than going for a full-powered bearhug aimed at painfully crush him into defeat.

An impression that was promptly confirmed by Amelie slightly shifting her embrace, squeezing the small of his back so that the boy was bent backwards into a bit of a more uncomfortable position, which gave her the opportunity to press him up forward, having most of the grinding and rubbing focused on his groin.

"Gasp...! W-What are you doin...ahhhnnn.. <3"
To his aroused discomfort, the red-faced boy seemed to notice only now the bulge in his own stretchy pants that was growing hotter and more embarrassing with the erotic grinding against the towering seductress' lower abdomen.

His naive protest turned into a pityful moan, and the reflexive twitching of his cute body in response to each grinding let Amelie know without a doubt that the new variation in her sexy bearhug was working more than fine in weakening the cute boy through hot exhaustion and erotic flustration.

It didn't take long before Amelie felt a odd pressing sensation that alerted her that Ataru was thoroughly enjoying her entrapment. Such was simply signal for her to continue further, if anything, much more firmly. Her arms were fully locked at her elbows, grinding her foe up and down her figure, leaning back so that her waist was pressed firmer into Ataru.

"What does it look like..." Amelie smiled, beginning to jostle her foe like a ragdoll, her own lips maintaining their huge smile, tongue extended and licking said lips. She wasn't crushing Ataru, nor rendering him breathless.

But if she continued her grind, she'd soon find her foe 'passing out.'

Ataru was helpless to stop the suggestive grinding as Amelie kept rocking and squeezing him back and forth into her body.

"Gasp...! S-Stop it.. it's embarrass-innhhh.. <3". Moaning and blushing in such aroused distress, the trapped boy was totally aware of "what it looked like": Amelie was sensually toying with her smaller and tenderized opponent, making the bearhug-fashioned lock a lot similar to a slow and mocking reverse-rape hold of sorts, with the cute helpless boy caught into the lustful embrace of the strong sexy amazon.

"Unnhhgh.... 0///0". With each attempt at wriggling out of it, Ataru was just unwittingly assisting with the naughty grinding, tiring himself out as he twitched and gasped from the hopeless stimulation.

His dangling legs were useless to help his weak attempts at escaping too, so Ataru tried to bring them behind Amelie's legs willing to possibly trip the towering beauty, but the result was much less effective... and much more uneasing for the ever more embarrassed prisoner, getting his legs to just cling around Amelie's curvy hips.

Like that, not only Ataru was potentially set for one of Amelie's favorite moves... but the new position was making him look even more like a cute little boy in her amorous cuddle!

Where as Ataru in theory would make ways in tripping the beauty, in reality he simply allowed himself to press even tighter against Amelie. Amelie took the manoeuvre as encouragement, licking her lips before upping her grinding compression even further, sandwiching the boys growing piece between his stomach and her abdomen.

"There is nothing to stop me doing this forever...my little sweet..."

Jostling Ataru once more, Amelie would aim to make her prey look as small as possible in her arms, carrying him in a small circle to show how easy such a task was for her. Given Ataru was making every subtle hint that he was thoroughly loving the 'suffering' hold, Amelie didn't exactly intend for it to end soon.

An intention made clear, as Amelie gave one particularly massive grind upwards, before returning the hold to normal.