Ryu and Ataru at rescue! Saving Okami (complete)

Like a young girl covering the lips of his handsome school crush with eager yet unexperienced, innocent pecks, Shisen would keep the gentle puckering kisses going, getting into a hypnotic tempo sorts as she sucked his lips with small, tender smoochies.

Her purpose was everything but innocent though, as she kept the treacherously tender absorption of Okami's energy, his eyes drooping with growing fatigue as he was soon too weak o fight back, allowing the cute looking demoness to drain-kiss him to her heart's content.

While Okami was now growing weaker and weaker, Shisen was slowly getting stronger in return. Although her strength was not goin up and beyond, her original power was beginning to return to her. And the thought of getting said power back would have her continue on, ever gently kissing Okami’s lips until she would have nothing left to drain.

But once that had come, she felt him pass out and pulled her face away, looking at the boy before looking up to the witch. “Selunelia, please return his health. I require more energy to reach my max again.”

“Yes, I know, but Astrode deserves a turn before you have your next filling” Selunelia would say, gliding down and placing a hand on Okami’s head. From there, she’d fill him up with a good amount of HP, and at the same time Shisen would release Okami, getting off of him and following the witch’s orders.

“Good, now I can have some real fun.” Astride would say, walking towards the likely groggy boy.

Okami was getting weaker and weaker as Shisen kept going with the apparently romantic smoochies, his eyes becoming glazed his brain getting sleepy as she was going to drain him into a level 1 wolfie.

Luckily for him, Selunelia interrupted the long kissy session, persuading the cute looking demoness to release him for now, and once again using her healing skills to immediately restore a decent amount of his HP.

Still dazed and definitely shoocked nonetheless, Okami took a step back from the sensually approaching Astride, unwilling to play his role in their lewd drain-the-boy game.

“Good, now I can have some real fun.”

"N-Not if I have a say in the matter..! 0///0", Okami said resorting to a desperate gambit as he slightly crouched back and pounced forward, pretty much wolf-stile as he tried to tackle down the strong looking beauty.

“Then let me be the first to inform you.” She’d smirk as he lunged at her, once again jumping and wrapping her legs around his neck. “You don’t have a say.” Twisting her body, Astride would bring the boy down in a powerful hurricana, slamming him down to the ground with his head still between her legs.

And once they were on the ground, she’d lock her hold into a figure-four headscissors, putting pressure on the wolfboy’s neck while moving her arms to have better leverage. “And you don’t need to worry, I don’t use magic like they do. I like to do things the old fashioned way and quell the fight out of boys like you.”

"What the.. Unghhh!"
Okami could not be more shocked, and overall humiliated as Astrid neutralized his attack with a swift and neatly performed wrestling move! No draining skills, no magic tricks, just the power of her sexy strong body bringing him head back first to the ground with her thick thighs firmly wrapped around his head, in a both dominant and somewhat sexy grapple.

"ung-ghh... n-no... nnhh o///o". With the wolfboy grounded and adequately tamed wolfboy needed a few moments to recover, Astrid had all the chance to close her leggy prison around him, curling them so that a meaty calf would be pressed under his chin, her thighs hugging the sides of his face, and therefore, a perfectly applied figure headscissor applied on the fruitlessly squirming wolfie.

Looking up, Okami would occasionally see Astrid's triumphant smirk peeking from past the bouncy hills of her abundant bosom, providing a further taunt to his dire situation.

“What more do you expect, rushing in expecting to achieve something when it had failed before?” She’d speak, putting pressure in her headscissors to further taunt him, reminding him of his position between her legs at the moment. And of course she couldn’t help but continue to smile, turning it into a cocky smirk as she relished in his squirming.

“Hope you’re expecting a nice, long night wolfboy, cause you certainly aren’t going to have a short one here.” She’d add in, going in a pattern of tightening and loosening her legs, messing with the boy’s ability to fight back as she did. “So why not try and resist while you can, Selunelia will be able to keep you up all night with the help of her magic.”

Astride could not possess magic skills or demoness abilities, but the sensuous pulsations of her leggy coils around Okami's constricted neck soon proved being a similarly effective draining method, as she squeeeezed and squeeeeezed and squeeeeezed her trapped little wolfie.

"Unghfff...unghff...it can't...b-be...unhhh....@///@". His hands go strenghtless on Astrid thighs, resting there so adorably as she rocks him back and forth in the not-so amorous leggy prison of her figure four.

"What's the matter, where'd that bravado go?" Astride would mock, releasing her hold around his neck before he'd pass out. "You were one of the four heroes who beat the Demon King, but all you can do is take move after move like you aren't even trying. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're getting turned on my this."

Moving around, Astride would then move to mount his waist, pinning him down while narrowing her one eye at him. "You're a despicable wolfboy, you know that?" She'd say, reaching up and unbuttoning the top of her uniform. Now her top revealed the top of her cleavage, adding more emphasis to her large bosom before she grabbed him and pulled his face up into her chest. "Is this what you want? To be in a stronger woman's breasts?" She'd mock, wrapping her arms around his head to lock him in.

Rhythmically squeeezed in a lenghty session of Astride's figure four domination, Okami was soon reduced into a properly tame state, perfect for the busty amazon to have more fun with the little wolfie.

Turning around and sitting onto his belly, Astride would deliberate take her time unbottoning her shirt, loving to see the once defiant White Wolf so flustered and belittled before her triumphant bosom, like a cute little boy that she was soon going to initiate to the joys of erotic submission.

"N-Not at all...! I d-don-nnmffhh! Mpfffh @///@".
Okami's silly denial was promptly silenced into the smothering comforts of Astride's huge mammaries as she wrapped her arms around him, letting him know that he was not leaving her motherly bosom anytime soon.

“I don’t believe you.” Astride would laugh as she shoved him deep into her cleavage, taking a second to slap his face with her large melons before settling into the smother. Although her stockings appealingly made up for it, the woman’s top had offered very little in regards to a sort of skirt, just above the line that would hide her panties.

But of course then, Okami’s naked boyhood would get to feel the panty clad crotch push against it. At first in accident until the woman started to grin. “Oh, now how about this?” She’d continue to laugh as she’d start to grind her covered womanhood against his exposed boyhood, aiming to arouse him more in her clutches. “Getting smother out and tossed around like a toy by three girls and all you can do is get hard. I can’t imagine those weaklings you call teammates could even compare to us if they’re anything like you.”