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

"Mnnffhhh... ".
Ataru's meek protests wouldn't take long to subside into the cutest muffled whimper as the lenghty double breastsmother continued.

And just like that, his futile pawing at their hips had tired out into a meek caress that had his hands barely resting on the curve of their hips, making their prisoner look so cute and pathetic inbetween their strong bodies and smothering perfumed pillows as both Eiruferu and Auphemia pressed closer, hefting up two sets of massive breasts around their sleepy hostage, submerging the poor boy in marshmallow heaven, as he was hopelessly lulled into air deprived bliss... His drooping brain having the dreamy sensation of being gently caught in a slow romantic dance in the middle of the two sexy unyelding beauties.

While Ataru was slowly spiraling into lullaby heaven, fighting a fight to stay awake that was lidt from the start...
... Ryu was stirring and yawning at the ringside, his eyes slowly blinking open to woozy, spinning reality. "Mnnnhhghh...wh-where...? @///@"

As they felt their smothered prisoner begin to pass off in his most recent KO, they would be sure he wasn’t released until all of his movements stopped. And once he had gone limp in their bosomy prison, Auphemia would look back to where she had left Ryu, seeing him stutter awake with mild confusion. “Say Eiruferu, why not you go get Ryu for us? I’ll be sure to move Ataru somewhere out of the way.”

“Very well.” Eiruferu would say, releasing Ataru from her bosomy embrace and walking towards Ryu while Auphemia would continue to hold Ataru in her bosomy while she would go to the nearest corner, sitting him there before finally removing him from her own massive breasts.

“Ryuke, it’s your turn now.” She’d say as she approached him. Expecting that the sight of the exotic queen would bring back the memories of their match, she would move in accordance to his attempted retreat or attack, moving quickly to get behind him and wrap his head up in a standing headlock.

While Ataru was passaged into blissful seep and gently laid to a corner for what was surely going to be a lenghty nap, Ryu had finally shaken the cobwebs off his head, getting himself ready to fight... Or that he wished.
Confronted by the compelling statuesque presence of Eiruferu, Ryu decided that waiting for her to take the initiative would just make him fall into her clutches.

"Yes Eiruferu I'm ready... Ready for the boys team to start scoring! Unnfhh!"
With that said the handsome redhead would bravely spring forward for a tackle... And fell into her clutches in any case, grappled into a headlock as she easily had sneaked behind his tentative attack.
"N-No... Ungh...! 0///0", easily humiliated in his attempt at gaining the upper stance, Ryu started to groan and squirm, bringing his hands up to Eiruferu 's arm as he tried at least to break free.

Easily keeping a tight hold on him, the busty queen had his cheek pressed right against the side of her breast, something that would likely cause a bit of a distraction given the boy’s record and allow her to drag him back to the side of the ring. Once they were there, she’d release his head and grab ahold of his shoulder and back, forcing him onto the ring by rolling him across the canvas.

And when he would first look up, he’d see Auphemia standing over his head, leaning down to him with a smile while her bosom hanged low, giving a good view of her cleavage. “So, you ready for your turn on Having two busty women taking you on at once? Our other little boy toy is currently unavailable.” She’d say, motioning her breasts over to Ryu’s unconscious cousin.

A burning, pinkish warmth rises to Ryu's cheeks from being pressed like that to the squishy plumpness of Eiruferu 's breast, and before he knows he is being forcefully rolled back into the ring, where he is welcomed by the looming presence of Auphemia' s bosom.

"Ungh! Oh no Ataru! If he is injured I will make sure to make you.. Uh...?! ".
In that moment, Ataru mumbles "E-Eiruf... Auphemm...I won't surrend...mmnn.... ".
Ryu's younger cousin is beatifically sleeping, and dreaming of his busty opponent?!?

Blushing in discomfort, Ryu tries to scoot back from such vulnerable position under the sheltering roundness of Auphemia's breasts. Forgetful that his evasion attempt might lead him right back into Eiruferu's clutches.

As Ryu would crawl back in hopes of avoiding Auphemia’s dominating curves, he would in turn be bringing himself right to the equally dangerous curves of Eiruferu instead. And when he was close, he’d see the wiman’s Face smiling just over his, her lying on the canvas above his head with a sinister smile.

“About time you got back here.” She’d tease before lifting her chest up and moving forward, eclipsing his face with her breasts as she laid her head down on his chest. The moment he’d try to resist, she’d go to wrap her arms around his head, making sure he would have no chance of escape.

And if that weren’t spelling disaster enough for the boy, Auphemia soon joined the two on the canvas. And parallel to Eiruferu, her breasts would cover the lower head of Ryu, once again subjecting them to their soft warmness as she began yet another paizuri for the fiery readhead. “Welcome back little Dragon’s mini dragon, my babies missed you~” She’d tease, once again giving his boyhood the attention she felt he needed.

Like that, Ryu crawlad backwards right into the awaiting arms and breasts of Eiruferu as she welcomed him with a triumphant smile, hefting her large breasts then coming down to engulf the naive boy into a reverse breastsmothering hold, arms wrapped around his head to secure Ryu in place while she laid her head comfortably on his heaving chest, where she could enjoy all his cute fruitless squirmings.

"Wah...? Oh noo-mmpfffh! O///O".
Ryu would start struggling in fact, but it was too little too late with Eiruferu's strong feminine arms securely wrapped around, squeeeezing her massive mammary pillows around his face enveloping virtually his whole head into the hot airtight seal of her cleavage.

"Mnnfhhh... @///@"
With little to none room for wriggling his head, Ryu could only 'enjoy' the heavenly smoothness of Eiruferu's skin as her breasts perfectly conformed to his cute panicking face, suffocating his puny struggles into restrained little squirmings that she would love, along with the meek touch of his running along her arms in a sweet attempt at prying apart, soon tamed into a strenghtless caress.

All the while, Ryu's "mini dragon" had still fallen back into the amorous embrace of Auphemia's paizuri heaven, lovingly its cute pulsating girth lovingly bullied and suffocated in breast flesh, just like Ryu's woozy mind was lovingly bullied by Auphemia's playful cooings. Teasingly stimulating him with pleasure so that he wouldn't pass out too quickly in Eiruferu's bosom, enterteining the busty ladies with more of his smothered aroused squirmings.
"M-Mrpfhhh...! "..

It was quite easy for the women to gain control of the match, in fact they’re certain that was the reason the show runners had set up this match in the first place. They know sex sells, and there wasn’t anything quite like watching two supposedly stronger males being toyed with so erotically at the hands of busty beauties like them.

And with their clear advantage, the two women were completely at ease while they wrestled Ryu down, beginning a small conversation while they toyed with him. “So I must say, I’m surprised that it is a rare sight to see your Big Tiddy Martial Arts.” Eiruferu would admit, her chest rubbing over Ryu’s face while she did.

“Really? No one in your kingdom knows it?” Auphemia would ask in return as she continued to rub Ryu’s boyhood up and down. “Well that just can’t stand, maybe I’ll come around and whip some of your girls into shape and teach them a few things. Maybe get lucky and have the so important Queen herself learn a few moves.”

Whenever Ryu had tried to escape from Eiruferu, all she had to was hug his head tighter and gently sway her shoulders to snuggle him back deep into her breastsmother, thus easily frustrating his puny efforts.

And whenever he tried to wriggle out of Auphemia's Paizuri Heaven, that only amounted to have those giant melons bounce and squish more suggestively around his burning "minidragon", weakening him with increased lust.

Before long, the two of them were having a casual conversation without paying much attention to the once defiant little Dragon, now tamed under their curves: Eiruferu was just idly rubbing her breasts around his drowsy face, and Auphemia was absent-mindedly squeezing his little hot sausage every now and then, just to keep him hard.

"M-mnnfhhh... @///@", came a meek muffled protest from the soporific embrace of Eiruferu's cleavage, along with the sluggish squirming of his limbs. The weak little nuisance signaling that the silly boy was spending his latest ounces of strenght and stamina into yet another puny effort to refuse the inevitable.

“Oh, looks like little Dragon’s got a bit of energy left in him.” Auphemia would comment at his puny defiance, the women looking down to his body while they continued to drain him of said strength respectively in their own ways.

“Let’s change that then, shall we?” Eiruferu would recommend, and in response she’d wrap her arms as tight around his head as possible, both squeezing her bosom and pulling his face in as deep as he could fit. While at the same time, Auphemia picked up the pace significantly with her paizuri, now working his hardened boyhood to its absolute limit.