NWO part 2 - A gift-wrapped wolfie for Lady Auphemia - Complete

With Okami sitting on his butt unable to defend himself, Auphemia wouldn't miss the chance to sit on his lap and pull him back into her awaiting cleavage.

"Gasp... oh n-no.. nono you won't put me to sleep agai-mmffhhhh.. @///@".
The wolfboy's protests would be promptly absorbed in warm, enveloping breast flesh.
Like before, his meek desperate efforts to pull back were easily denied, by Auphemia's amorous arms wrapped around his head, sealing teh poor wolfboy into a suffocating cuddle.

"M-mnnffhh mfff.... @////@", Okami would whimper inthere, his cute pawing at her hips totally ineffective as Auphemia had him right where she wanted, again.

“Oh, there’s no point in being shy at this point Wolfie.” Auphemia would tease, keeping him nice and in place within her cleavage. “After all, you’ve already came because of my breasts. Might as well admit how much you like they, well, verbally anyways.” She’d giggle, feeling his resistance quickly fade thanks to his previous climax.

But of course she couldn’t just simply give him an average smother. So as he was trapped in her bosom, she’d use her biceps to move her breasts, giving the wolfboy a wonderfully soft massage on his face with her massive fun-bags. While it was uncertain how much consciousness he would have left this round, he’d certainly get a teasing send off before he learned of what would befall him in the next round.

While Auphemia's teasing words hardly registered to Okami's dizzy head, he could certainly feel the gentle bouncing and wobbling of her smothering breasts as she started to soothingly massage the tired wolfie's face in their perfumed softness

"Mnn-mnfhh.... @///@", he would whimper ever more meekly. Rocked back and forth in a treacherously comforting way, the rational part of his mind was desperately fighting to cling to consciousness, not wanting to suffer such infantilizing defeat!
But... his rational mind was being gradually regressed into that of a tired little boy, lulled to sleep in Auphemia's motherly bosom.

Admits her smothering bosom massage, the wolfboy’s strength would be dwindled away into nothing. And upon that sweet final breath of consciousness, she’d smile in self satisfaction, another boy claimed in her womanly assets for her to play with. But of course, it was only the start of their fun. After all, what good endurance match ended on only one round?

So once he was out, the busty mistress would first strip the boy of his clothing, leaving him bare in the ring so that their fun had less restriction. Next, she’d lay the unconscious wolfboy at the center of the ring on his back, crawling on top of him to have them in a seductive 69 position.

And while she’d have his face nestled inbetween her thighs, she would wait patiently for the wolfboy to awaken, smiling back to him as she felt him shift awake. “Welcome back Wolfie, sorry I didn’t wake you sooner, but I figured you’d want to be awake for this.” She’d say, hovering her massive bosom over his naked boyhood. “Tell me, you know of boxing correct? Well we’re going to play a small variation of that.” And with that said, she’d move her chest down, entrapping his boyhood inbetween her boobs as she turned her attention to ahead of her. “Although, this match will have a bit of an unfair two on one rule, I hope you understand.”

If Auphemia claimed to have the best bosomy pillows to help a cute boy to sleep, Okami couldn't certainly disagree in his current state, hypnotically bounced and gently smothered in her bosomy embrace until he was snoozing in peaceful slumber.

Even in dreams, her heavenly breasts wouldn't stop teasing him, as a smiling giantess version of Auphemia had the whole body of a tiny Okami nestled in her enormous cleavage.

Back to awareness as he escaped from that disturbing dream with a dazed gasp, the wolfboy would find that reality was not much safer, his face looking closely at Auphemia's spectacular derrière as she had the boy's neck nestled between her thighs in a reverse headscissor.

From there, Auphemia could squeeze him back to sleep in no time, but of course she had much more pleasurable, humiliating projects for her trapped wolfie. Granted when she plopped her ample bosom down into sandwiching his boyhood, getting Okami's cute twitching challenger ready to be bullied by her two big, soft champions.

"W-What the... G-Gasp...!? @///@".
Turning beet red in erotic distress, the trapped wolf boy tried to fight his way out but in his meek conditions, he was obviously a keeper in Auphemia's headscissor cuddle.. and boob boxing session for as long as she pleased.

“Good to see you’re eager. And now, ding ding ding~” She’d teasingly announce, and immediately after she would begin to shake her bosom side to side. Obviously there would be no such challenger from Okami’s single participant, rather a mock show for her to entertain both herself and the wolfboy underneath her.

“Hello everyone, and welcome to one of Lady Auphemia’s world famous buxom brawler matches!” She’d narrate, giggling as she pummeled Okami’s defenseless boyhood. “Today’s match we see the undefeated champions of Auphemia’s legendary breasts against an up and cummer challenger, Okami’s penis! It’s starting off equal, with the challenger proving he’s got the endurance to compete! But will that be enough for the twin champion’s unmatched barrage?”

With his cock starting to be bounced side to side, Okami gasped between Auphemia's thighs and not mainly from their constrictions: While meant to keep him weak and helpless, her leggy vice would also make sure to hold back from squeezing too tight, so that he wouldn't lose anything of the grand boxing event.

Auphemia's playful commentary was making the whole thing ever more embarrassing and, to Okami's disgrace, incredibly arousing, making him speechless in her clutches aside from the pityful moans escaping from his lips each time his "cocky challenger" was softly punched around by her heavy breasts.

“Oh, it looks like that last smack did a number!” Auphemia would laugh, her breast pummeling never slowing down as she continued to erotically demonstrate how breast boxing worked. “The challenger’s beginning to struggle! But he’s holding on strong! And while he shows his endurance, our overwhelming champion is demonstrating outstanding strength!”

Of course, as the commentated battle continued on, Auphemia was certain to have the match continue as long as possible. The teasing boxing between Okami’s defenseless boyhood and her dominating bosom lasting longer than the wolfboy would expect as she demonstrated extensive knowledge in prolonging a boy’s climax while keeping a fast paced breast boxing session. “He’s hanging in strong, but the busty champions are going even stronger! Everyone’s getting their enjoyment tonight, the challenger and champions may even be having the most fun of it all!

Auphemia's "evil scheming" would soon become cleare, even to the dazed, moaning Okami as the busty mistress knowingly pummeled, squeezed and rolled his ever more swollen erection to the verge of a climaxing 'technical KO', only to then relent so that she would keep the poor wolfie into a long pityful edging.

But, it's not like he could do anything about as Auphemia kept going with her joyful commentary, while building Okami up to the final fireworks of a very intense climax, once he would finally release his long pent up sexual eruption.
Which, judging on the increasing loudness of his moaning and urgency of his twitching, was getting very hard to cointain.

Auphemia’s incredible breast boxing could easily get a man to cum in thirty seconds flat, having tested it before and getting such positive results. But as she made to tease and play with the wolfboy, she spent a long five minutes erotically pummeling his erection, giving him little relief as she happily toyed with him.

“Oh no, the challenger’s beginning to falter!” She’d giggle, feeling his boyhood twitch desperately between her heavenly bosom. “The champion’s too strong! He can’t keep up any longer, is this the end?” She’d comment, stopping the erotic pummeling to have him desperately at the edge of climax.

But as the wolfboy would think she’d deny him such a needed release, she’d squeeze her breasts in an incredibly tight vice, squeezing the disastrous climax out of him. “Oh, and the challenger gives in with a KO! But the champion just keeps toying with him, of the erotic humanity!” She’d say, continuing the erotic squeezing with each shot of his climax, forcing more and more out, getting as much of his latest sexual surrender out with a gleeful face.