Resa Yolka Vs Okami

Drained and exhausted thanks to Resa's erotic skills, Okami could not put up any resistance as she happily dragged him to the middle of the ring, ready to put her belove wolfie to sleep in the sweetest way.

The weakened boy was flustered at how Resa was lovingy promising to having him take a nap, gently humiliating him as she talked like a sexy mommy would to a tired little boy, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Soon his face was back where it belonged, surrounded and smothered by Resa's breasts as she hugged him close into her amorous embrace.

"Mmmff..mfhh.... @///@". Soothingly deprived of air in such pleasurable way, Okami could not fight, or even want to fight Resa's sexy-soporific charms, his numbing mind only wishing to stay in her loving embrace at this point. And with the sultry seductress adding a slow rocking movement as she gently grinded her hips back and forth over his crotch, it was only a matter of time before the cute boy would drift into blissful sleep, lulled in between the treacherous comforts of her "love pillows".

By now Okami had become nothing more than a rag doll, his consciousness seeming only to be holding on by a few scraps of air. But unlike her opponent, Resa was more than able to keep going. And she wasn't going to release the wolfboy from his soft prison until he was completely out. It would only be a matter of time, and Resa would quicken the pace by grinding his nose further into her chest.

"It's alright my darling wolfie." Rest would say as she lightly ran her hand through his hair, blowing a tiny bit of air into his silver locks. "You can go to sleep for now. And when you wake up, a whole new round of excitement and pleasure will await you. And I can promise you'll feel a level of pleasure you haven't felt before." When she finished speaking, she'd slowly lower both herself and Okami down, laying him down on the canvas while keeping her breasts firmly around his handsome face. "Just sleeeeeep~"

With Okami's consciousness slipping away little by little, Resa was both lulling him into oblivion and sensually stimulating him, so that the wolfboy would be put to sleep with only that particular part of his body remaining awake.

"nff.... nff... @///@". The busty seductress was cooing sweet, soft promises that his woozy mind could barely register now, but they still conjured in letting Okami's mind relax and sink further into her comforting cleavage, which she could tell from the quiet, barely audible whimpers coming from the cute drowsy wolfie.

Once the tired boy was laid down, gravity helped Resa's large bosom to press tighter around his sleepy face, smothering the last ounces of consciousness out of Okami as he finally went limp, lulled into slumberland by her heavenly breast-pillows.
With the ceasing of his meek, sleepy squirmings, the only sound coming from Okami was that of a cute, muffled snoozing: Sleeping obediently like a good boy, he was now floating in sweet bosomy dreams.
"Mff... Zzz.... <3"

When she finally felt Okami pass into dreamland, Resa released him from his warm prison before sitting up, remaining mounted on him for a few seconds to comb a few strands of his hair out of his face. "You're going to be so much fun." She teased, knowing the boy was unable to hear her.

She'd then rise up off the boy, giving him some space before she turned to the ref. "Hey, refie, I think he's out for the count now."

"Ah, yes of course." The ref girl would respond, moving up to start counting the downed boy out. "ONE... TWO..." The count was as it normally was, slow yet even to at least give most wrestlers a chance to rise up. Although the thought humored the ref, as with her experience working in Tension she knew it was unlikely the wolfboy would be able to get back up.

The crowd was loving this tenderly mocking moment with Resa taking care of Okami after having sexually dominated and smothered to sleep. The busty seductres had conquered the fans with her sensuous wrestling styile... and she had surely conquered her male opponent too!

Put to sleep for good by the combinad effect of sexual exhaustion and Resa's very effective breast smother, Okami was unresponsive to the ref girl starting a slow teasing KO count.

"mn-mfff.... x///x". Her voice was reaching Okami's ears, having him mumble and twitch in lazy, reflexive response, but his slumbering mind could not register them, and so Okami kept just sleeping peacefully, unaware that his defeat in round one was about to be sealed.

"THREE... FOUR..." As the ref continued her count, noticing Okami's subtle movements. But even then, with his subtle breathing and inability to move much more than a twitch, she gave a single giggle. Getting up would be impossible for him without more time, time he wouldn't have even as she took an extra couple of seconds for the last count. "FIVE!"

With the first round under her belt, Resa would take time to appreciate the audience, a pleasant smile on her face as she spoke up. "I hope you've been enjoying tonight!" She'd also give a wave to them, winking as she was sure to keep the audience entertained. "Is there anything you'd like to see? I'm sure Okami would be more than excited to experience the fans' choices."

Okami kept floating in helpless slumber all the time as the ref girl took all her time to count him out and declare Resa the winner of a very sexy, and totally one-sided first round.

While the wresting vixen took her chance to enjoy the enthusiastic appreciation from her newly conquered fans, their loud roars wer slowly bringing the poor wolfboy back around.

Like if being erotically exhausted and defly tucked into naptime by his female opponent was not humiliating enough, his still dazed mind registered the embarrassing conversation between Resa and the audience, as the busty beauty was happily accepting suggestions on which holds she would put him next.
From "More breast  smothers!", "sleeperhold and sing him a lullaby", "Figure four headscissors" to something more exotic like"Reverse headscissors titjob!" or "Octopus hold-handjob!", the fans seemed to have plenty of ideas, all of them having no doubt that Okami was going to play the part of the ragdolled jobber having no say in the matter.

All red faced and flustered, Okami finally had recovered enough strenght to use the ropes for support to stand up.
No matter how many times he had been in this kind of humiliating situations since when he had joined Tension, it never ceased to surprise him how many female wrestlers were strong, bold and seductive enough to dominate him with their sensuous grappling style... and tonight had not been an exception do far. Though, Okami was too stubborn and resilient to accept it and he still wanted to believe in his chances of victory against all odds.

"Umfff....  They all sound like interesting ideas, but none of them is going to be realized, because I'm not planning to lose the next round! 0///0".
Despite his wannabe defiant words, Okami was still worn down, the debilitating effects of the first round much more visible than he wished to show as the second round was about to be started.

"All are such lovely ideas, and I will do my best to preform them to your desire!" Rest smiled as she took in all of the fans' ideas in holds. She truly loved the AFW, the audience was just as dirty minded as her, and she knew that her time here would be well spent. After hearing the audience's feedback, she turned to see Okami pulling himself up, needing the ropes to just keep himself standing. "Oh good wolfie, you're awake again. I was afraid the audience would become restless if you were out for too much longer."

She'd then give a seductive smirk to the boy as she put a hand on her hip, her eyes trailing down his body. "Oh I do expect you to give your all in this next round. But I'll be honest with you my dear little wolfboy." She then pointed down to his waist, motioning to the fact that his shorts were still slightly pulled down, revealing his boyhood. "It's a little hard to take your claim seriously with your pants down."

Given the boy's past actions, Resa would hope that the realization of his exposed groin would serve as a good enough distraction for her to approach him. If he wasted the time trying to get his shorts back up,she'd quickly try and wrap her arms around his back. Pulling him into a powerful bearhug.

Okami's eyes followed Resa's indication down to his own groin... And that's when the poor boy's face flared to the brightest red, all the braveness and defiance of his "valiant speech" suddenly crushed with just that simple taunt.

"W-What are you trying to sa-ugh!!? GASP...! 0///0". Yelping in deep flustration, the silver haired boy had frantically fumbled with his shorts, pulling them up as fast as he humanly could.
And that's just the opening that Resa was waiting to step in and pick Okami up into a tight bearhug.

Ungfff...oh no...urggfffhh...". Okami's body was immediately subject to the pythonian pressure of Resa's literally breathtaking embrace, having him groan and squirm in discomfort. The trapped boy tried to power his way out from this new debilitating hold, knowing that he needed to escape quickly before Resa's strategy of putting him into several standard and erotic submissions could successfully weaken and reduce him into her cute helpless toy for the rest of the match.

But, while he groaned in exertion, flexing all out and wasting more stamina in the hope to break free, Okami realized one very embarrassing thing: His strength and resilience had been knowingly depleted by Resa's previous words, and his best effort could not match the strength of her squeeezing arms now.
Of course, her large bosom pressing and squishing onto his chest was also playing its part, keeping the cute boy flustered and weak-minded from all the sensuous rubbing, thus making sure that Okami wasn't going anywhere.

With the boy now firmly in her grasp, Resa knew that she had him. He was too tired to possible escape from her clutches, and the added warmth of her bosom on his chest would by no chance not keep him still. He was too much of a flustered opponent to ignore their softness when pressed up right against him.

And with him this close, she was able to speak to him in a seductive tone more clearly, no distance for him to miss anything. "So what do you want first Okami? Which of the audience's choices suit you the most? A figure four headscissors? Maybe you'd like to get smothered by my breasts again to feel comfy? Or would you like me to get to the more... intimate holds they want first?" She'd ask, breathing on his neck as she put more pressure into her bearhug.

Whether or not Okami gave an answer, Resa was more than prepared to follow through with any of the moves. It'd all just be a matter of which one she wanted to do first. But before she could do most of them, she'd need her wolfie on the ground. And as always she'd make a show of it.

After a minute of the bearhug, Resa would suddenly move her face forward to capture Okami's lips into a kiss! She'd tease his teeth with her tongue, trying to get entrance. And knowing he'd try and resist, she made sure to start grinding their crotches together, hoping his moan would allow her access to his sweet mouth to violate.