The Mansion of energy drain - Andy vs Auphemia

"Wah? Mblubblubblurrb!!". Before he could say "motorboat", Andy's head was turned side to side by a series of impressive tittyslaps that he could not dodge or block, having a first tast of the heavenly softness of those legendary breasts... but also their heeaviness as the not-so-much-fun funbagas rattled his brain with their milk-filled punch, finishing with a taunting boob-bump straight to his face that had him staggering severeral feet backwards with a disoriented, flushed face.

"Ugh what was that.... nnhh.. 0///0", he groaned shaking his head clear and recovering a composture.
"Umf...yea more than just opretty face and amazing tits... though you certainly have those traits...", Andy had to admit preparing for serious fighting, his body surrounded by a mostly invisible glow as he summoned his spiritual pressure.

"... But we have just only started! So stay alert. Hyaah!".
With enhanced speed he sprung forward, aiming at get into close contact and wrap his arms into a tight hug around her waist, sticking with grapping style but boosted up with spiritual energy. If he got there, his following move would be to flip the busty lady with a front suplex.

Oh believe me, you don’t even know the half of it.” She’d say as he rushed forward, his energy enhancing him to a good degree. However she was more than able to keep up with such a boost, but instead of attempting to dodge the wrap up she’d, accept it, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Only once he was there, the busty mistress would once again make use of her impressive bosom, moving forward to shove her breasts right into his face. And with his face covered, her eyes would glow green once more, and the boy would notice that her strength would start to go up as well.

While successfully executing the first part of his battle plan, thanks to his chi-enhanced speed (and Auphemia's cooperation), Andrew wouldn't be able to complete his attack as Auphemia just pressed her breasts forward and enveloped his face inbetween the huge soft marshmallows that were her breasts.

His flushing face nestled inthere, Andy was forced to slightly arch backwards while Auphemia in turn pressed herslef forward, getting her face closer as her eyes glowed infusing her curvaceous body with an almost tangible energy buff.

But unlike Andy's spiritual pressure style, Auphemia's technique seemed to not affect only herself but her opponent too, making the young strong knight feel weaker and intimidated. A not irrelevant difference that persuaded Andy to release the bearhug and try to pull back-regroup. Whether Auphemia would allow him to leave her bosom or not, was yet to be seen.

“Oh what’s the matter?” Auphemia would say as she’d feel Andy attempt to pull back. “Why cold feet all of a sudden? You can’t win a fight if you try to back away when it starts.” Using his attempt to step back, Auphemia would push down hard on the boy’s face, aiming to bring him down to his knees while still pressing her massive breasts down on him.

“This is a little move I like to call Tit Pressure, a well fitting name wouldn’t you say?” She’d teasing ask, not expecting a response as she shifted the pressure of her chest back and forth on his face. It was a rather hilarious sight, the boy bringing brought down to his knees as she didn’t even use her hands, just pressing her bosom down on his face. And she hadn’t even gotten to the fun part of her special techniques either, just subtly showing her power in the first move.

"S-Strategic retreating is not having cold fe-mmnghfffhh... 0///0".

...And there goes Andy's pityful attempt at passing his aroused intimidation for war-strategy, smothered into the deep, milky perfumed canyon of Auphemia's cleavage as she forces the poor boy to kneel, trapped into her "Tit Pressure" move.

"Mmrffhh mnghhff.... 0///0", Andy's muffled protests and agitated flailings cannot achieve anything but amplify Auphemia's happyness: with Andy forced to go down by her massive marvellous breasts, it almost like watching the cute little knight kneel and swear loyalty to her twin pair of Bosomy Queens.

Soon the Tit Pressure is turned into a pattern as he can't find a way out, his trapped little head smooshed in brest flesh when she pushes down, and dragged up along when Auphemia pulls up, making usure to flex her pectorals and consequently squeeze her boobs together, so that Andy won't be going anywhere.

“Oh I’m sorry, I can’t quite hear you.” Auphemia would giggle, continuing to push and pull his face within her bosom. Even while she showed amazing skills in controlling her bosom, Andy would feel that her boobs had not felt any less soft from her flexing, a level of bosomy power that surely was beyond what he was expecting.

After a few minutes of the back and forth pressure, Auphemia would decide to take things down to the canvas to show him a bit more to her unique style of combat. Grabbing his shoulders, Auphemia would begin to push down even harder with her bosom, forcing Andy back more and more until suddenly she’d push with enough power to push him out and slam him down, her remaining right on top of him while her massive mammaries enveloped his face, bringing the smother now to the canvas.

Even though she is rhythmically flexing her pecs to alternatively squeeze and relax her enormous breasts around Andy's trapped head, making sure that he will stay a nice and tamed traveller of her Tit Pressure express, it feels like a sensually soothing massage to Andy, lulling him into dizzy compliance as she quite literally rocks him back and forth.

"Mnnff...mmnn..nnff... ". Soon the cute knight's protests have turned into more docile whimpers, his arms dangling by his side with no strenght left to fight back, letting Auphemia know that her adorable bosomy prisoner is ready from the next stage of her move.

"Mnnffhh...! @///@", Easily pushed by Auphemia's elegant gloved hands placed to his shoulders, Andy is smooshed ever so deep into her warm, enveloping cleavage. The trapped boy meekly tries to move his head side to side, but that only amounts to have Auphemia's giant milky melons wobble and bounce gently around his face, probably making her love it even more.

Feeling him struggle, the buxomy fighter giggles to herself, pressing her chest down more on his handsome face to further smother and embarrass him. “I haven’t had many opportunities to fight, most boys don’t agree to the terms of staying as my bosom buddy but do at least accept my challenge for a battle. Most are usually knocked out by this move alone, well done Andy-kun.”

Her congratulations would come with the opposite action, the mistress then rubbing her bosom in intervals to further show the boy her skills with her bosom. And as she were now, she would have no trouble completely smothering Andy silly. But she wanted to have some more fun, and so she’d sit up on his waist, stopping the smother but looking down to him from her position. “This’ll be a fun one Andy-kun. Oh, and to add in a fun little addition to our battle, it will only end when one of us fully concedes. So unless you want me to reintroduce you to my girls again, you might want to try and move.”

Andy could not feel less proud of himself though, Auphemia's praising only serving to let him know how pitifully cute and powerless she considered him, acknowledging him more as a fun enterteinment than as a real opponent.
Quite the confidence-killer for someone who had come to her mansion thinking of bringing justice and fix the chaos that was rampaging around the realm!

No matter how hard he tried to escape, Auphemia was easily controlling him with sensually slow flexing and releasing of her wonderizing breasts, lulling him into marshamallow bliss as she deprived him of both oxygen and straight thinking.

"F-Fuuuhh...gasp.... uff uff.... y-you almost suffocated me...!", said Sir Obvious of Nordenland when Auphemia finally pulled up to let him breath and enjoy his cute shocked face.

"Ungh.... I...I accept those terms.. But do not expect me to yeld easily... unf unf...", he groaned, using this time to catch a little more of his much needed breathing... "In fact... I am not planning to lose at all! Unffhh!".
...And, more importantly, to summon his spiritual energy techniques, as the valiant young knight suddenly tried to kick his legs up and hopefully flip Auphemia off him with a chi-empowered burst of strenght!

Little he knew that his serene mind state had been put to sleep in Auphemia's bosom minutes ago now, significantly dwindling the effectiveness of his spiritual energy-based techniques.

"Whoa there partner!" Auphemia would laugh at his kick out attempt, using his own move to push herself up and slam her rear down on his stomach for a hip-drop. "Wow, that was a bit of chi there. But for some reason I doubt that's anywhere near what one of the "legendary" heroes who beat the Demon King is capable of."

After her tease, shed lean forward more to hang her chest right over Andy's face, her breasts sway as she lightly moved her shoulders. "You wouldn't happen to be distracted, are you?" She'd say, before then swinging her chest for a breast smack. And from there, shed keep him pinned while swinging her bosom, smacking him back and forth in a humiliating fashion. One she very much enjoyed using.