In the lap of luxury - Eiruferu-Andy POW aftermatch

Andy's cheeks were flaring in deep, seduced shame and woozy tiredness while Eiruferu kept rubbing her nonchalant dominance literally over his face. It was not like his face would be visible though, turning from reddish to purple-ish as those soft enormous melons kept rolling and kneading his whole head inbetween their pillow embrace.

"m-mmmrfhhh... @///@". All the while, the slow and steady grinding from her hips kept building up his hopeless arousal, rubbing his throbbing boyhood directly along her crotch this time, without any thin layer of clothing separating them. Of course, the steamy friction had Andy's air supply dwindle faster, with each urgent, failed attempt at breathing turning Eiruferu's cleavage into a hot, damp airtight seal for his face.

In turn, bosomy suffocation had him falling deeper into her royal seductive web, as she could tell from the weakening of his muffled protests, the inability of the sleepy boy to fight back any longer, and the reflexive, bucking response of his hips to her malevolent grinding.

“You’re slowing down Andy-kun.” She taunted, noting his movements diminishing into nothing as her smother and grinding had him tamed in her seductive grip. “You’re not even going to be able to stand by the end of this. Well, a part of you will keep standing~” She’d seductively hint.

As his struggles vanished away, the busty queen would take it as a challenge nd a game to see which outcome would come first: would Andy burst out first or pass out? It was an answer she wanted to know, and would work to solving as she pulled his face as deep into her bosomy prison as possible while rocking their crotches together even more, testing his limits on both fronts.

With Eiruferu's glistening breasts furtherly squished around his face, all but drowning him into the endless, fleshy ocean of their smothering squeeze, Andy fell into a delirious stupor as his natural instincts took over, urging him to release the most intense if climaxes before he would be engulfed into oblivion.

"mmmnnghfff...! Mmmpffhh... <333... N-nnfh.... @///@". And thus, Eiruferu could relish the proof of Andy's submission to her seductive power as the barely conscious boy repeatedly bucked his hips into her, pouring load after load of his white flag of surrender until the poor boy was nothing but a strengthless, drained mess mumbling faintly within her unyielding bosom, fighting a pityful battle to stay awake, a battle that he had lost several minutes ago, knowing it or not.
"Mmm... Mnblubb... @///@", he would mumble, meekly trying to pull his head back with strength and stamina that he didn't have.

“Yet again, powerless at the hands of a capable woman.” Eiruferu would state, keeping his face ensnared in her bosom as she waited for him to pass out. “It makes me wonder how you had ever became a champion in the first place. I can’t imagine you even winning a match against the lowest of my soldiers, yet you walk around with your former title like a badge of honor.”

When the busty queen felt the boy pass out, she’d remove him from her bosom, placing him down while she remained seated on his waist. “Truly despicable, I’m almost tempted to just throw you out now and be done with you. But that would be the merciful choice.” She said, getting up and placing Andy onto the bed. “And I am not that merciful.”

Eiruferu's words teased and taunted Andy as he hopelessly drifted to sleep, furtherly dominating him as she relentlessly suffocated her succumbing prisoner into a deep slumber, nestled inbetween her royal breasts.

Of course, he couldn't understand her words now, but the mocking dominant quality of her voice could still reach his slumbering mind enough to furtherly humiliate him, even in slumber.

And still the busty queen could see him blush like a little boy as she laid his unconscious frame onto her large fluffy bed.
"mmnn..... Eiru... nff... Feru... 0///0... Zzz... <3". The poor pathetic boy. Andy was dreaming of her.

“You’re pathetic, even in your dreams I’m all you can think about.” She’d say, climbing the bed and sitting down into his waist once more. From there, she’d bring her right hand and begin to slap at Andy’s face, going back and forth as she aimed to wake h8m up in this way.

“We are not done yet, so don’t even think you can escape this.” She’d speak, unrelenting in her simple but powerful slaps. And even when the boy would wake up, she’d continue the slapping for over a minute, not giving him a break until satisfied, where she would place both her hands on his chest.

Laid on Eiroferu's bed with the busty queen planning on how to humiliate him next, Andy was obviously not going to be allwed a long and peaceful nap.

Soon, the numb sensation of getting his head unpleasantly moved side to side called him back from his slumber. As he slowly re-emerged from unconsciousness, the handsome boy would soon become aware of a strange repetetive sound, getting louder and louder as the uncomfortable heat felt on his cheeks become more persistent.

*Slap Slap Slap Slap...*

"U-Unnngghh... ungh..ungh..blubb... 0///0".
Finally, Andy's eyes fluttered open as he gradually became aware of the disgraceful reality: Eiruferu was sitting on his belly, waking him up with a lenghty session of further and back slaps to his face.

"Unghh-blubb... s-stop... I..ungh ok ok...ungh...I am..awake... @///@".
In spite of Andy's protest and discomfort, it was not without an extra minute of constant slapping that Eiruferu would finally stop, apparently satisfied of his fully regained consciousness, or maybe of the color assumed by his cheeks.

Finally awake and utterly humiliated, Andy would try to stand up but he was too weak and dazed at the moment, allowing Eiruferu to easily keeping him pinned to her bed by just placing her soft hands onto his chest.

The busty queen would smirk as she looked down to Andy, his inability to push her off entertaining while she effortlessly remained on top of him. “Well then I see you’re ready to continue with your domination here. And just when I was beginning to expect your hopeless little struggle was running out of fumes again.”

She would then move around, setting them into a seductive 69 as she wrapped her legs around his head in a reverse headscissors. But rather than apply any real force, she’d rather just keep him in place, wanting him unable to escape as she’d then claim his boyhood between her massive boobs once again. Only this time, she did nothing to further stimulate him, just trap his girth in their warm and soft embrace.

Andy tried to wriggle out but he was just unable to match, and much less counter Eiruferu's fluid movements as she almost languorously turned around, barely acknowledging his puny attempts to resist as she entangled him into a seductive 69 pin.
Soon, the busty queen had his picked up his head into a reverse headscissor, securing him into her leggy hold like if he wasn't even trying to fight it. And soon, Andy realized how she was exerting minimum pressure, just enough to contain the flustered, humiliated boy in her snuggly headscissors, giving him a good closeup of her flawless curvy rear.

A throaty gasp escaped from his lips as she treated him to the heavenly touch of her irresistible body, having him twitch in reflexive response at the feel of her voluminous bosoms adding a subtle tease to his girth, just keeping it prisoner of their enveloping embrace like her thighs were doing to his neck.

Apparently, Eiruferu wanted him to try and escape from the sensuous prison of her body, and the red-faced boy just did so: his hands placed on her thighs trying to pry their their sultry vice apart, feeling the distractive, velvety smoothness of her skin under his fingers. His body squirming some underneath hers in exertion, causing his boyhood to be lightly bounced around between her breasts.

Though, comparing Eiruferu's womanly power with Andy's current levels of strength and stamina after a session of dizzening slaps across his face,  his best efforts were not likely to achieve more than enterteining the voluptuous queen.
"U-Uunfffh... 0///0".

Eiruferu smirked as the boy hopelessly tried to free himself, ironically working against his own wishes as his struggles did little more than slowly drain his strength in favor of his boyhood’s entrapment between her bosom. It was practically pointless to struggle, in fact simply laying there would likely have served better for him.

But of course, he was a hopeless a foolish boy, thinking he could overpower the situation he was in and free himself. Nonetheless he was a good source of entertainment for the Queen, and so she would continue her entertainment after keeping him trapped for a few minutes.

“Now then, had enough of a break?” She’d tease at his fruitless struggles, now swinging her breasts side to side with his boyhood still between, once again actively taking part in his erotic domination. And soon after she did, she’d turn her headscissors into a figure four hold, pulling his face into her rear as she smacked his girth with her womanly assests.