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

Ryu's futile struggles would not get him anywhere, especially with Eiruferu climbing onto the first rope to get a full leverage advantage.
"M-Mmmrrfff mpmmmpffhhh... @_@".
His breathless mumblings just vibrated within her royal bosom as Eiruferu alternated between smothering and motorboating him, soon reducing her prisoner into a cute boob-drunk state.

If possible, Ataru was falling even more under the womanly charms of his opponent, bounced and squeezed in her seductive bearhug as Auphemia deprived him not only of his stamina, but his willpower too.
"F-Fuuuuhhnn... y-your bosom buddy...? Fuuhhhhh aahhnnn yess so niceee.... @///@".
Whether Ataru was referring to become their plaything, or to the pleasure received by Auphemia's bosom, his moaning surrender to her sexy hold was probably a satisfying answer to the busty lady in any case.

“You’re unable to even last long, how you believed you had a chance in this match is beyond me.” The Busty Queen would taunt, feeling his struggles slow go down the longer he remained in between her large bosom. However the slowed resistance would not even be enough for him to be released.

Far from it, the Queen would further humiliate Ryu by going up the next set of ropes, aiming to bring his feet of the canvas while keeping him firmly smothered in her wonderful assests. “You’re Fate was decided before you even entered this ring, with me as your opponent you were doomed to fail.”

“Good answer, Fufufu.” Auphemia would teasingly laugh at Ataru’s moan, knowing full well his resistance was all but gone at this point. “I believe a good boy like you deserves a good reward for being so honest.” In response to her words, Auphemia would lower the boy onto the canvas and release her hug on him, only to move back a bit and entrap his boyhood between her breasts once more. “A rather climatic gift, if I were to say.” She giggled, beginning a wonderful paizuri for the boy.

Ryu was getting ever more lightheaded as Eiruferu climbed to an upper stance and hugged him tighter into her massive bosom, draining the boy's resistance in such sensually dominant way as Ryu's strenghts and air levels went down.
"M-mnnffhhh....mff... @///@".
Muffled protests became cute whimpers, frutiless struggles subsided into a meek caressing touch as his tired hands slided down along Eiruferu's curvy body.

"Aahhnnn... f-feels too gooood nyaannh... o////o".
Ataru squirmed pityfully, drowning in helpless lust as the wonderful feeling of Auphemia's breasts hugging his girth blanketed his mind.

“Look at you, being slowly knocked out once more and you can’t even find the strength to continue resisting.” Eiruferu would taunt, feeling the redhead’s resistance continue to weaken until it couldn’t even be considered actual resistance. “You’d be lucky to even come close to earning a point, such worthless struggles deserve nothing more than a helpless defeat.”

“There you go Ataru, continue to be honest with what your feeling.” Auphemia would tease, her treatment of the boy much softer than Eiruferu’s on his cousin but not less dominating. “Just think, once our fun little match is over, we can have plenty of more fun like this.” The busty mistress would say, periodically giving his boyhood a squeeze between her breasts before continuing her paizuri. “Isn’t that what you’d want?”

Eiruferu's taunting words hardly made sense for Ryu's air-starved mind as he was getting sleepier and sleepier, relentlessly smothered inbetween her soft, enormous breasts.
Like the stubborn knight that he was at heart, he still didn't wanted to quit fighting though, as the busty queen could tell from his efforts at gripping the side of her hips and countering her final smother by picking her up and hopefully slam her down back first, though still engulfed in her cleavage.
Whether he had enough strenght and stamina to surprise her was yet to be seen though.

The Ataru-Auphemia situation was diametrically opposed, with the curvaceous lady effortlesly holding her beloved boy in a tight seductive embrace, edging him more and more with her bosomy grinding until he was erotically tamed and unable to think straight.
"F-Fuaahhnnn~ y-yesss I wantiiiitt @///@", he moaned in obedient compliance. Far from just dominated by the gentler erotic moves of her tiddy fighting style arsenal, Ataru was now literally hypnotized by her seductive charms.

Normally, any really attempt at countering one of Eiruferu’s smothers would be taken with little to no struggle. However the Busty Queen’s lack of solid footing and complete faith that Ryu had reached his absolute limit had her believe he was done for, leading to a shocking counter from the boy as he would manage to make his move and slam the Busty Queen onto the canvas.

The impact had managed to stun her, however after her wince in pain from the move it was replaced with a visible anger, the Queen hating the fact the boy had gotten the drop on her. “You, you curd!” She shouted, releasing his head and rolling him off of her, the boy getting a moment of breath before the Queen would mount him, grabbing his wrists and placing them over his head. “Now you’ve done it.” She’d say, venting her anger onto the boy now with an impressive display of breast boxing, smacking his face back and forth while keeping him locked in her grasp.

As for Auphemia, she saw no need to put any more serious effort into containing Ataru, continuing her seductive paizuri with him now under her control. And with his admission to his desire to be their plaything, she knew all that was left was to give the audience the show they wanted before the matches end. And the way the busty mistress would do that would be to squeeze her breasts heavily around his boyhood, aiming to force yet another climax from the boy in their match.

Ryu had no time to celebrate his small victory against Eiruferu's smothering finisher as she quickly recovered from her temporary daze to promptly roll him off and get back to the upper stance.

"G-Gasp... B-but it's a match, there's nothing personal in fightin-guuhh! Blubb! Unghh... Blublubblurrrbb @_@".
Ryu could tell from Eiruferu's deadly glare that his moment of desperate defiance was going to cost him, as the busty queen pinned down his hands over his head, starting to ravish his face with a series of heavy breast pummeling, twisting his head left to right along with her swinging melons.

Ryu's face would be soon bruised by the heavy strikes, his little rebellion crushed by her massive royal bosom reducing him into a pityful state in no time.

Quite the opposite, Ataru was succumbing to Auphemia in the sweetest yet so humiliating way, brought over the edge as she bounced him in her hug and squeezed his boyhood between her mind-numbingly soft breasts until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Ahhhnn~ I.. I am about to... C-cuuumm~! Fuuaahhhh gaawwwdsss @///@ <333".
His cute body was shaken by a collective spasm in her embrace as he surrendered the final remnants of his strenght and willpower to Auphemia's seductions, shooting a big climax right into her cleavage, intense enough to leave the boy totally docile and exhausted in her arms.

“If that is what you feel, then it is no wonder you cannot score a victory against a competent opponent.” Eiruferu would state, continuing her breast pummeling on Ryu’s face for a minute longer than needed, simply taunting him with her superiority over him before stopping, releasing his wrists and sitting up straight on his waist.

“Every battle is a chance to prove myself better, and each victory proves my people’s superiority over simple minded fools disguised as fighters like you.” Eiruferu would then reach down and pull the weakened boy into a sitting position, shoving his face back into her overwhelming bosom and wrapping her arms around his head. “You lack power and conviction, and it is the reason for all of your downfalls.”

“Good Ataru.” Auphemia would smile in contrast to Eiruferu’s glare, entertained by Ataru’s latest and devastating climax. “Now that we have our little fun being wrapped up, let me tuck you in.” She’d say, freeing his defeated boyhood from her cleavage and slowly crawling up his body, making sure he felt her breasts travel up until they hovered over his face.

And without a word, the busty mistress would lay herself down and engulf his face between her boobs, wrapping her arms gently around his head and pulling them into their suffocating embrace.

Time slowed down for Ryu as the busty queen dominated him with her swaying breasts until she was sure that nor more resistance would come from Ryu.
"Guuhh... d-dizzyyy...ummmfhh... @///@".
How humiliating for Ryu.His last desperate act of resistance had only earned him an extra-hard session of bosomy pummeling plus one more sample of Eiruferu's womanly taunts... and there he was again, back into the smothering confines of her cleavage where he belonged, as the busty queen had totally demonstrated..
"M-mnnfhh..mff... @///@".
The boy's cute muffled mumblings would sound anything but defiant now as Eiruferu pulled him up into a sitting breastsmother, her arms tightly wrapped around his head making sure that he wouldn't go anywhere this time.

Ataru was suffering a much more amorous and seductive version of the same fate as he blushed like a cute little boy at Auphemia's breasts looming over his face in all their bouncy glory.
"G-Gasp... @///@ ..so big and roun-mfff... <3"
The rest of his cute dizzy words was absorbed within her suffocating bosom as Auphemia lowered her legendary breasts onto Ataru's face. Feeling himself being hugged and pulled deeper inthere, the cute boy couldn't think of anything but how wonderful those motherly pillows felt around his face, feeling blissfully sleepy, and treacherously safe in her loving embrace.

“You’re done for, and I will not allow my reputation to be tarnished afte such an act of useless defiance.” Eiruferu would state, feeling him once again lose his ability to fight back. By now smothering him out would be a breeze, no possible chance of escaping was present for him and all of the leverage was for her. And as one final act of disrespect to the boy as she kept him deep inbetween her breasts, the Busty Queen would grind her crotch against his, adding more onto the embarrassment of his attempted defiance.

As for Auphemia, hers was simple and gentle. The busty mistress knew that Ataru would not be fighting back and that he was now simply accepting his imminent defeat at the breasts of his opponent. But she was sure to keep him feeling good, adding a gentle rub from her breasts on his face to playfully tease him.