Eiruferu/Auphemia VS Ryu/Ataru - Winners take a prisoner! (complete)

"What were you thinking, stupid Ryu? 0///0, the handsome boy would too late reprimand himself for such careless move, as Auphemia met him with her huge powerful bosom halfway from his attempted bearhug.

"Unnghhh...!". The poor boy saw swirling stars and his whole body was propelled up, following the snapping of his head as this new, stronger bosomy-uppercut stunned Ryu and Auphemia's loving fans... in quite different ways.
Before he know, the busty lady had decided to furtherly taunt him by stealing his planned move, grappling him into a tight bearhug of her own.

"You have me for now... but I will...fuuuhh...g-get... nnnffhh... darns....y-you... you... nnffhh... 0///0". Auphemia's very special bearhug technique was one studied to weaken both her opponent's body and mind, making it diffiuclt for them to fight all out while she drained their strenght and willpower. That would soon became evident, as Ryu's resistance was limited to disoriented mumblings and flustered squirmings.

"D-Don't let her get into your head Ryu... fight her!", Ataru desperately encouraged his cousin, stretching himself towards the action like if seeking for a tag but Ryu was far out of his reach.
"Nghh... that I'm-guuuffhh...t-trying to do... @///@" , Ryu responded with a funny wheezy voice, but his strenght and focus seemed to dwindle by the second in her strong, yet so womanly embrace.

“Oh, you’ll what Ryu?” Auphemia would ask playfully, squeezing him more as she smiled up to him. “Get free? It’ll take a little bit more than simply struggling to get out. And besides...” Auphemia would then throw in a little extra excitement for the boy, her bosom rising up amidst her squeezing to start teasing his boyhood. “Why would you want to leave an endowed woman’s arms so soon?”

’It seems these boys aren’t much different than how Andy is.’ Eiruferu would say, taking note of Ryu’s struggles and reaction to a seductive move being implemented. While at the same time, she noted that Ataru had some enthusiasm to him, if not as well shown as his cousin. And of course, given the results of his previous match against Auphemia she wasn’t expecting him to be much trouble.

But perhaps there was still some fun to be had...

"Nnhh... I m-must not listen to your..nnghfff... temptetions... fuuhh... @///@", Ryu would respond in the middle of huffing, squirming and groaning, sounding like he was mostly trying to convince his own mind.

A few countering moves came to his mind while Auphemia kept squeezing and bouncing him in her arms, but each time his straight thinking was swayed by the suggestive rubbing of her heavenly melons: up and down..up and down... 0///0

Could Ryu try and punch that lovely face? Eventually no, he could not make up his mind to such brute attack, especially when she was making him moan in her embrace.

could he backpedal to the boys corner? Not when the surprisingly strong beauty had him into her lovey dovey squeeze, picking him up so that his feet would be hopelessly off the mats.

Could he try to reverse his entrapment with a DDT counter, maybe? No chance. Each time he tried to wrap his arm around her head, a crushing hug around his waist and a sensually arousing bounce of her bosom would put him back into her sensually constricting cuddle, methodically dwindling his stamina and willpower.

Desperate to escape before she would squeeze too much oxygen from his swooning brain to his hopelessly growing boyhood, Ryu could only resort to try and twist his trapped body while attempting to let his dangling legs trip Auphemia. If successful, maybe he would be able to roll away and finally get a much needed tag from Ataru. Otherwise, his futile effort would only bring him further into Auphemia's embrace.

Feeling Ryu once again try to free himself, this time by twisting himself and attempting to trip up the busty mistress, Auphemia would just smirk ever more as she let part of his plan work. Allowing his leg to trip her’s out from under her, the boy would likely assume that his plan would have worked to some extent.

That however would come up as ever wrong as Auphemia would still have a hold on him and fall down forward, slamming him down on the canvas. If he was stunned from the sudden body drop, the busty wrestler would giggle as she kept her breasts pushed down on his boyhood, letting him feel their softness for a moment as they remained down on the mats.

After a few seconds she would climb herself up his body, her breasts rubbing up his stomach and chests before she lifted herself up more. Now remaining over the boy, Auphemia’s massive bosom was hanging just over his face, a foreboding omen to what’s to come. “Hope you’re ready.” She’d teasingly warn, winking before she began to swing her chest, beginning a round of breast boxing with his face.

Ryu fell right into Auphemia's trap, smooshed down underneath her massive bosom as she didn't miss the chance to teasingly wobble and grind those powerful sexy melons of hers around his groin.

The young guy would try and cower back but Auphemia's bouncy melons sensually chased him with her massive breasts until they were looming over his flushed face, ready to literally rock his world.

"Mnnblurrrb.. Blubbllubmfh... @///@", Ryu would flail in blubbering despair, overwhelmed by her massive breasts as they bounced side to side with his poor woozy head trapped, smothered and pummeled in the middle, like a pityful dizzy traveller of Auphemia's dominant motorboating.

Auphemia would continue the breast attack for only a few seconds, simply wanting to demonstrate further how effective her style was to the red haired boy before sitting up on his waist, looking down to him with an entertained smile. “You should be a little more careful in how you proceed Ryu, otherwise things will go pretty south for you and your cousin.”

Being a good sport, and not wanting such an easily achieved fall, Auphemia would get up from the boy and step a few paces back. “We can continue in here if you wish, or we could give our partners a turn. Tit’d be unfair to just hog all the spotlight for too long wouldn’t it?”

Blullied and sensually disoriented by Auphemia's melons, Ryu lays down with a silly boob-drunk face, much to her amusement as she looms over him for some extra seconds, just to let him know that she could smother the life out of his cute lungs anytime before she pulls back and steps back, up to her feet with her teasing words.

Nudged by Auphemia's playful taunt, Ryu's male pride is about to take the bait and fall right into Auphemia's bosomy trap, whn he hears Ataru's voice.
"Don't fall into her mind games Ryu! Give me the tag!"

Fuming but realizing that his younger cousing is right, Ryu reluctantly rolls to the boys' corner, giving the tag and getting some much needed rest as Ataru walks to the middle of the ring, assuming a fighting stance.

“There, see? Now our partners get a private dance to start out.” Auphemia would smile, seeing the boys swap out before going to her corner and tagging in Eiruferu, allowing the busty queen to enter the ring while going out of it herself. Auphemia had a few plans going on in her head, many involving the red head now watching his cousin, but she could hold them off for a bit and allow the Queen to have her time in the spotlight.

“So, I am against the more cautious of the two of you?” Eiruferu would say, appearing slightly disinterested at the prospect. “Very well, at the very least it means you know your place in this.” Eiruferu would say before taking her stance, keeping her motions fluid and her assets displayed before she took a more serious stare, giving Ataru the courtesy to be taken “seriously” before their battle started.

Eiruferu's calm and royal demaneor, together with her towering posture and compeling, impossibly large bouncy bosom were certainly enough reasons to make Ataru cautious... or shoud I say intimidated?.
Moreover, from her words and her stance, the young Toranami could tell that she was taking him seriously.

Circling the busty queen in search of possible opens, flaws in her guard that Eiruferu realy didn't seem to have, Ataru realized that he had too possible paths ahead of him: hesitate more, and so being most likely overwhelmed by her superiour strenght and size just because he had been unable to make a decision, or take a gambit and try to surprise her.

As bold as it could sound, the latter appeared to be the only logical option.

"You certainly don't look like one to take lightly yourself my que..erm.. Queen Eiruferu 0///0".
Despite his cutecy lapsus, Ataru was at least different by the cocky jocks who had tried, and miserably failed, to defeat her both the past and in her AFW debut.

"Uh Now then... let's start!" So serious even though he looks more like a schoolboy than a grand fighter, Ataru rushes at the voluptuous opponent like for a spear, but then he suddenly turns around and somersault flips, having faked a middle body attack while aiming at an aerial elbow strike at her face. Or not??

Guessing that Eiruferu would not take such a simple bait, Ataru was in fact planning a double faint, in preparation of an attack that would put his agility to good use.:

Flip somersaulting over the voluptuous queen, he aimed at swiftly climbing up the turnbuckle dive right at her, going for an airborne fullbody-press from the third rope.

...Whether this spectacular preparation would lead to a successful attack, or to an equally spectacular failure, it was yet to be seen.
"T-This should take her offguard", he thought to himself, full of hope.

Eiruferu could see it in his eyes, the boy was being cautious and thinking ahead in a way to try and catch her off guard. It’s a sight she’s seen before, a common view from men who have the decency to expect a more difficult battle than some of the ones she’s encountered before. Unfortunately for Ataru though, that meant she very well was expecting a lot of what was to come from him.

The first fake out was extremely predictable to her, as she didn’t even move to avoid his faint spear as he then demonstrated his skills by attempting a elbow attack to her face. And while she didn’t move for the second faint, the busty queen was ashamed that her face moved slightly in expectance for the attack.

And then finally, the boy moves for a full-body press that came from jumping from the third rope. Even if he wanted to faint, Eiruferu knew this would be the first move that would actually come through. “Interesting.” She’d say simply before she would return Ataru’s display of agility with her own, jumping up and attempting to catch the flying boy with her legs around his torso. If she were successful, she’d flash the boy a confident smirk before bringing them down, attempting to slam him down onto the mats using his own momentum.