Lady Auphemia Vs Ataru: Lumber-maids match!!! (complete)

In response to Alicia's loving tease, Okami could only let out a revealing "mmnnghff... <3" that went mostly absorbed within the bouncing roundness of her wriggling hips. Her amorous provocations nudged the pinned boy into trying to keep up resuming his kissing and fondling, but it was a lost battle from the start: each time Alicia rubbed, squeezed, bounced her heavenly melons across and around his boyhood, Okami would be hopelessly lead off focus with pleasure, turning his attempts at "fighting back" into a cute muffled moan vibrating against her warm crotch.
Soon the winner of this contest was clear even if Okami had not officially lost yet: his boyhood was now throbbing to its fullest and hardest, becoming super sensitive to each gentle bounce and squeeze from Alicia's breasts, and his trembling body revealed that he was quite totally at her mercy, about to succumb to just the pleasurable touch of her bosom.

Speaking of amazing bosom, Ataru had soon realized the big flaw of his move when he had picked up Auphemia in his bearhug bringing her massive bosom up to inches from his blushing face. Far from looking in trouble, the busty beauty had just smiled down at his groaning efforts with mocking sweetness, letting him know how significatively his physical strenght had been dwindling.

"Unghf...then I wil-mnfh? Mnnghfff... 0///0". Unable to put Auphemia at slightest discomfort with his wannabe-strong squeeze, Ataru had thought of a possible plan B of turning his move into a belly-to-belly throw... but even those dreams were promptly smothered when Auphemia cupped her hands behind his head to press him face first into her enveloping bosom.

With all his senses surrounded by the warmth, softness and mesmerizing perfume of Auphemia's heavenly pillows, Ataru could only stagger around the ring for some moments, before air and vision deprivation forced him to spread his legs some for balance, thus putting the busty lady back down on her feet.
"Mngfh...canfft breammpfhh... @///@". Letting go of the bearhug, Ataru flailed around trying to struggle to move his head and get some air: it was easier said than done, but his wriggling brought his eyes to appear from the depths of her cleavage time to time, getting to look up at Auphemia's self-contented smile as he desperately tried to escape.

“Uh oh, it looks like I have the advantage Okami.” Alicia commented as she paused her breast strokes for a second, letting the wolfboy have the shred of a chance against her in this hopeless competition. However once she got enough of what she wanted from him, the maid would lower her bosom and begin press her chest hard down on his boyhood, using her hands to also push against him to completely smother his crotch with her hearty chest.

And speaking of smothering, the wrestling mistress currently trapping Ataru’s face in her own pair of massive breasts was perfectly fine as she took care of him with ease. As he slowly lost his composure, she’d place her feet down and remain standing on her own, keeping him deep in her bosom with seemingly no struggle against his flailing. Once she would feel him being tamed enough, she’d lower the two down to the canvas, mounting his waist as she continued her draining smother. “How much longer can you last I wonder?”

Alicia was definitely taking her time there, perfectly knowing that she had Okami under control but clearly wanting to enjoy every moment of it, knowingly slowing the pace of her bosomy rubbing time to time in order to let his "fighting back" last longer.
But, all good games come to an end, and after minutes of entrapment in her hot 69 prison, Okami was ready to succumb, betrayed by his male instincts:
"M-Mnrrfhh...mfffh... @///@". With Okami getting dazed and mesmerized by the sweet womanly scent smeared over his face, his boyhood showed ever more honest reactions to the gentle yet relentless squeeze of Alicia's breasts, twitching and throbbing in response as they bounced and pressed it lovingly.
Eventually, the boy was trembling in helplessly aroused antcipation until....
"M-Mmmnnnnffhhhhh... <3...mmmffhhhhh... <333". With a cute spasm of his body and the prolonged, muffled moans vibrating against Alicia's warm crotch, the silver haired boy shot a big surrendering climax right into her cleavage.

On the ring, Ataru was suffering a different kind of sensuous domination, but he was certainly not faring better than his wannabe-savior: his fruitless struggling and wriggling had not made any progress to escape from Auphemia's enveloping boosom: no matter where he tried to turn around, her warm pillowy breasts seemed to be everywhere, surrounding his head and covering his face with perfumed, treacherously comfortable breast flesh, slowly but surely depriving him of air.

"Mnnfff mfff.... @///@". Getting dizzy in her bosomy nest, Ataru couldn't put much resistance as Auphemia lead him down on his back, keeping the slow, strenght-draining breastsmother as she spoke softly to her handsome prey.
Smothered even more effectively now that Auphemia was laying upon his body, Ataru could not respond to her teasings with anything more than muffled mumblings and cute flailing, but even those fruitless protests and squirmings were slowing down by the second, as Ataru was getting sleepier and sleepier underneath her "magical pillows".

“Oh my, there you go Okami.” Alicia would giggle as she felt him burst out from underneath her chest, watching his hips spasm as he released his latest load. “I’m glad to know that you enjoyed my breasts, but that means that I’m the winner of our little match.” She’d remind as she lifted herself up to be sitting squarely on Okami’s face, placing her hands on his chest to keep herself up. “And that means you’ll have to sleep for a bit.

At the same time, Auphemia was nearly done with her handsome opponent as well. Having him trapped underneath her curves and smothered in her enveloping embrace made it much easier for the mistress to take away the boy’s momentary fighting spirit once more.

“Well, I suppose you tried at least.” Auphemia would tease, keeping Ataru’s face trapped between her bosom until he would eventually pass out. When she felt his struggles go away, the mistress would slowly push herself off of the boy and move next to him, smiling in satisfaction as she would begin her count for h8m.

“One... two... three...”

Indeed, Auphemia's brand breast-wrestling style was proving to be very effective, easily subdoing not anymore one, but two Tension boys for the joy of an enthusiastic audience.

For his friend's sake, Okami had valiantly (but fruitlessly) tried to fight back in Alicia's erotic 69 embrace; then he had tried at least to endure, but failed again. Finally, he had just given into her sweet bosomy seductions, letting himself drown into sweet mind-numbing pleasure as Alicia's soft bosom squeezed and needed his boyhood to the last drop.
It was only when Alicia's cute voice mentioned the incoming consequences of his loss, that the silver-haired boy was somewhat snapped off from his treacherous paizuri-heaven bliss.
"Unnhh... s-sleep...? Oh no... fuuhh... 0///0", he mumbled in response, drained and exhausted as he weakly tried to squirm out of Alicia's clutches.

If Okami's resistance was so feeble (Alicia would probably say 'cute') after the maid's succubus-like paizuri, it could be no surprise that Ataru was snoring quietly underneath Auphemia's breasts, after such lenghty smother within Auphemia's suffocating bosom.
Mnnfff...Zzz...zz... <3". Lulled to sleep by those huge soft love-pillows, Ataru looked like floating into a pleasant hypnotic sleep as Auphemia released him from her bosom and laid beside her cute male prey. Unknown to Ataru, the busty Lady was counting him with a happy melodious voice, watching over his peaceful slumber.

“Sorry Okami, but our fun is done for now.” Alicia would state as she sat on Okami’s face, beginning a facesit pin as she rubbed her panty clad rear on the hopeless wolfboy’s tired face. Back and forth she’d sway, taking in the satisfaction of allowing him the pleasure of popping between her bosom before putting him to sleep.

“Four... five... six...” And as Auphemia continued to count down Ataru, she’d begin to think of the next step of the boys’ domination, wondering what would be a good combo or setup that could be used to embarrass them while at the same time displaying her unique wrestling styles impeccable method of pacifying opponents. But first and foremost, the round would be brought to an end.

“Seven... eight... nine.......... and ten.” She’d finish, standing up from the boy to give a wave to the audience.

Okami had come too late to realize how wrong he had been, mistaking Alicia for a soft opponent just because of her loving attitude. And now it was the time to pay the price for his big strategical mistake: not only his big plans of saving Ataru had deralied, but he had been caught as an additional boytoy for Auphemia and her busty maids too.

"N-No... I must.. mmmfff.... @///@". The poor wolfboy still wanted to resist but Alicia had knowingly drained all his energies with erotic pleasure, and now he was powerless to escape as she plopped her curvy soft rear onto his face. Mumbling faintly, he could feel the warm smoothness of her buttcheeks lull him into submission, rolling his face along with the slow swaying of her hips. All the while, her sweet womanly kept him docile and obedient while her hips rocked him to sleep ever so gently.

Speaking of sleep, Ataru had gone ahead and taken a nice nap. Secured into the heavenly valley also known as Auphemia's cleavage, the cute boy had been smothered into a deeper and deeper unconsciousness with each melodiously spoken number. When she finally lifted her bosom from his face, the busty lady would be probably not surprised by the silly peaceful expression on his face.
And thus, another victorious round under Auphemia's belt (or was it into her bra?)

"nff...zz... <3". The fans could not have Auphemia's privileged point of view on Ataru's cute slumbering visage, but they could still hear the snoring sounds from his lips. Laughing joyfully at his pityful state, they kept cheering and chanting Auphemia's name, totally captivated by her "embosoming" personality.

“Now then, what to do with you poor boys now?” Auphemia would wonder to herself as she crossed her arms underneath her massive bosom, looking down to Ataru’s downed form with an entertained smile as she watched him sleep, completely unaware of what was to come of him and his partner.

“Lady Auphemia, what would you like us to do next?” Sejna would ask, requesting her mistress for the next set of orders.

“Hmm, well let’s start with our heroic wolfboy.” She’d say, looking over to Alicia who is still smothering him. “Alicia, once your done with him, I feel that Camil and Loretta have earned a chance to play with him.”

“Of course mistress.” Alicia would nod, keeping Okami down until he would pass out. Although as she figured to be fair to the two others, she’d reach down and strip the wolfboy of his clothes, leaving him vulnerable for whatever plans her fellow maids had for him for their turn.

“As for Ataru, I feel that I should bring us to round three soon before letting all of you have some more fun.” Auphemia would say, before deciding on a way to further humiliate him, and removing his shorts and tossing them away.

Even though he was getting sleepier under Alicia's soft, warm, and more importantly airtight facesitting, Okami found it infuriating how the girls were nonchalantly deciding how to play with him next, like if he had succumbed already! Unfortunately, it turned out they were totally right, as Alicia kept lulling and rocking the poor wolfboy until he could not focus on the girls' chit-chatting any longer, and eventually he was nice and limp underneath her hips.
Carefully and with her usual sweet demaneor, the busty maid had then proceeded to undress Okami, setting the handsome wolfboy ready for her collegues to enjoy next.

On the ring, Ataru had been stripped to his birthday outfit by an ever happier and boasting Auphemia, arising more excited roars from the audience.
Soon, the loud crowd and the fresh breeze bathing his now exposed boyhood started to bring the boy back from his slumber, though he was still lingering into a cute confused state, much to the busty lady's amusement.
"M-mnnhgh.... a little..chilly.... and... u-uh??? What...? Where are my.... uuuhhh 0///0"", he would mumble, turning his dizzy gaze from side to side a few times before he fully realized where he was.

“Have fun you two, remember not to hurt him too much.” Alicia would say to her fellow maids before getting off of Okami and walking over next to Sejna and Lusy, folding his shorts and keeping them by her.

“It’s about time.” Camil would state as she cracked her knuckles, jumping from foot to foot as she waited for the wolfboy to awaken from his forced slumber. In contrast to her, Loretta kept still and composed as she watched for signs of responsiveness.

“Up and at em Ataru.” Auphemia would say, getting the boy’s attention as she took a few steps back to give him some room. “You remember our rules, a breast of five KO match. That was your first official KO, which means you need to try and last long enough to see me get tired. Then you might stand a chest.”