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

Suffering the same fate as Ataru when he had been similarly cornered in the early part of the match, Okami was overwhelmed by a barrage of boob-strokes, his head turned side to side by those dominating melons in preparation of the final bosomy uppercut that would have him slump down along the turnbuckle, all buttered up for Auphemia's 'breath play lesson'.

"unghh... N-no I won't allow-mnfffh... 0///0 mpffhhh!". But in spite of his admirable spirit, Okami couldn't avoid being put into Auphemia's welcoming cleavage, where she started to steal both his air and willpower, enjoying the nice muffled mumbling and aimless flailing of the cute wolf boy.

" Poor Okami", Ataru thought in ashamed distress while helplessly assisting to his friend's demise.... Though a good squeeze from Sejna's succulent thighs had him correct that thought into "poor ME!", constricting him into dizzy compliance but not so much that he couldn't enjoy the show.

“Let’s see Okami, do you have better lungs than Ataru, or are you going to be knocked out sooner than him?” The busty woman would say, keeping his face completely trapped in her boobs as she tested his limits. At the same time, she’d begin to grind her hips against his groin, aiming to arouse him with their friction.

As the mistress continued her domination of the wolfboy in the ring, Sejna would decide to further Ataru’s own as she moved her hand back. Reaching underneath Ataru’s shorts, the head maid would begin to give him a handjob, seeing how he’d react in comparison to how he was dealt with by her bosom.

Lost in the heaven and hell prison of Auphemia's wonderful cleavage while she knowingly grinded his hips, poor Okami was both suffocated and seduced so that he could only lose to her charms: each loving grind from her hips had him gasp and lose air within her hot damp cleavage. And each suffocating squeeze from her huge pillowy breasts around his face reduced him into light-headed weakness, making it easier to pump blood down to his erectiin.
Okami was a resilient boy but keeping his silly stubborn struggling would only work against himself in the long time. Auphemia had all the time in the world, and the gradual but inevitable slowing down of the wolf boy's physical and mental resistance could only make her happier, letting her savor his slow descent into sleepy obedience as his trapped breathing made her bosom a warmer and damper seal for his cute smothered face.

Likewise, Ataru was being squeezed and lulled into dizzy compliance in Sejna's headscissors, his head probably starting to feel so nice between her thighs that she had decided to toy with him a little more. What her soft fingers felt would not surprise her, as Ataru 's little trooper twitched into full attention at her touch, even while (or even more because of) getting squeezed and gasping for much needed air.

“Slowing down Okami?” Auphemia taunted as she lightly shook her chest, hitting him with a few breast slaps as she kept the smother going. “Guess that bravado’s starting to disappear now. Well if your anything like Ataru, you’ll at least still be enetertaining with your wannabe resilience.”

She wouldn’t ever give him a chance to breathe, waiting until the point that he would succumb to her breasts. And when that came, she’d pull away from him to stare at his unconscious expression. “Out and hard, just the way I like it.” She’d say, pulling Okami from the corner and laying him down at the center of the ring.

“Now then, let’s get a good climax set up for our first little impromptu round, shall we Okami?” Obviously not expecting a response, Auphemia would begin to give the unconscious wolfboy a paizuri, showing that her breasts were the perfect weapon, having beaten, smothered, and now pleasuring the wannabe savior so quickly.

And at the same time, Sejna was increasing the tempo of her handjob, taking her own pleasure in “servicing” the boy as her mistress took care of his ally. “If you thought Alicia and my paizuri were good, you can only imagine what your friend’s going through right now.” She’d say as she looked down to the boy.

Soon Okami was reduced into a cute helpless boy toy in between Auphemia's smothering melons, as she playfully demonstrated by swinging her shoulders, buffeting and rolling his sleepy head around. The wolf boy had just the time to mumble faintly and realize his complete helplessness, before the busty lady would go ahead and happily give him the nighty-nights smother.

Feeling like his face could finally rest into the most heavenly pillows ever, Okami gave into the treacherous comforts of her bosom as she smothered into deep sleep. Now that the cute 'savior' was sporting a slumbering hard-on, just the way she liked, Auphemia could gleefully drag him to the middle of the ring and treat his boyhood to the wonderful delights of her paizuri, having him moan and twitch in erotic bliss regardless of being out.
"Uuuhmmmm... <3 nyaannn.... <3", he murred like the helplessly aroused, hopelessly unconscious wolf-pup that he was under her wonderful paizuri charms.

Ataru blushed deeply at Sejna's playful teasings getting closer to a disgraceful climax himself as she squeezed and stroked him into submission.
"N-nghh... Stop it... Uunnghhh...". His feeble hands tried to fight against Sejna's luscious thighs for a moment, but all they earned was a good squeeze that put him nearly to sleep, floating in aroused stupor while cradled in her loving head scissors.

“Aww, the little wolfboy likes to mewl in his sleep.” Auphemia taunted as she kept up the wonderful paizuri, working his cock over with her massive mammaries with expert movements. Each second between her breasts would be heaven to the boy, and the audience would be lef to wonder if the wolfboy would wake up first or pop in a hopeless climax first.

Meanwhile Sejna was continuing her sexual domination over Ataru, increasing the pacing of her handjob as she saw him begin to squirm more. “You shouldn’t need to worry, since your friend isn’t an official part of this match, that KO won’t effect your record. But now with him here, I’m sure we’ll have ourselves busy giving you the service you deserve.”

Okami kept murring and squirming like a horny pup, totally captivated between Auphemia's bouncing mammaries as they kept squeezing and pummeling his bulging boyhood. Floating in such unbearable wet dream, the wolf boy couldn't help but succumb to his own lust, spurting into a big climax before he could even wake up.
"Uhh... Uhhhh... N-Nyaaahhhnnn...! @///@".

It was only a few seconds after being milked of the latest drop, that the heated afterglow let him wake up... If his delirious exhausted state could be called "being awake". After all, he was blinking with the cutest silly confused face there, as if pleasing the beautiful busty lady to explain whether he was conscious or still asleep.

Likec in perfect timing, Atari was also stroked into hitting his own shameful climax, his neck nestled nice a d secure i between her warm thighs as the head maid let him squirm and twitch to the last drop of his cum and stamina.
"Uuunghh.... G-Gods... @.@", he moaned faintly, his labored breathing having made Sejna's thighs all nice and glistening now as they provided a smooth resting place for his ditsy head.

“Boom, burst one of the wolfboy.” Auphemia taunted as she felt him buck his hips in surrender, the warmth spreading through his shorts as he gave his first climax. It wasn’t til, after that she saw any form of consciousness from him, and she’d give a triumphant smile as she raised her breasts off his boyhood. “You back with us yet Okami? Because if so, I’m sure a few of my lovely maids would like to have some time with you.”

As Okami was dealing with one problem in the ring, Ataru was dealing with another out of it as he came from Sejna’s handjob. After the head maid felt him cu, she pulled her hand out from his shorts and released his head from the headscissors. “It appears that you’ll have a chance to recover more. However first you must be put under.” Then with expert move, the maid mounted his hips and pulled his face up to between her bosom, begin to smother the poor boy.

Okami opened his eyes to the degradating reality of his recent freshly squeezed climax, under Auphemia's self-satisfied smile. How shameful, he thought: rushing at Ataru's aid, he had suffered his same fate in no time.

"Uungh... Of course I'm back... I'm not giving up this easily. Y-You just caught me by surprise with that strange embarrassing style of fighting, is all 0///0", he groaned with a deep blush on his face.

Meanwhile, Sejna was dutifully making sure that Ataru would be well rested for the continuation of his match, pulling him close into her breast smothering embrace right after his climax.

"Put under?? N-Nono ummfhhh... @///@". Ataru would normally have a hard time trying to escape from her clutches, but in his sexually spent conditions he just had zero chances, his aimless flailing doing nothing to save him from her bosom.

“That’s good Okami, wouldn’t want you giving in too soon Now would we?” Auphemia would tease, seeing his embarrassed face as she remained just over him, the potential danger of a second paizuri possible, which she used to keep him from moving. “But I’ll give you a choice for your next round. You can go against me, or you can prove yourself against one of my lovely maids.”

“And how about a little incentive for you to consider my busty servants.” She’d continue, smiling as she aimed to trick the wolfboy. “If you can beat any of them, any one,within a round against them, I’ll submit the match to Ataru and allow him to win. A rather good deal, wouldn’t you say?”

Thanks to her head maid, Auphemia wouldn’t have to worry about Ataru warning his friend about the dangers of the other maids. As while Okami did see what was going on, only Ataru could explain how it was no easier a task to take on any of the maids. All Okami had was the limited time he saw Ataru have, and that was limited to less than half of them in a one on one.