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

After five, long minutes of agonizing pleasure (but could have been 5 hours to Okami's delirious mind at this point), the time had finally come for his erotically bullied cock to succumb.

"U-uunghh...oh-gasp- gawds... I'm c-cumminnnghh.. ooohhhh @///@".
Auphemia's huge melony champions squeezed that cute outclassed boyhood into KO having it shoot out a big, squirting climax... then they squeezed again. And again, and again, until they had coaxed and milked the latest drop of cum, and the latest ounce of strenght out of the poor wolfie.

"G-Guuuhh.... @_@". Little hearts and tweeting birds were swirling around his poor head as the exhausted wolfboy laid back in a daze, barely conscious as he basked in the treacherous comforts of afterglow bliss.

“Auphemia’s legendary bosom stand proud, the champion remains undefeated!” Auphemia would further commentate, raising her breasts off of Okami’s defeated boyhood while sitting up on his chest. “It looks that the challenger just couldn’t hold on, a common event in face of such a magnificent opponent.”

The busty woman would then turn to face the dazed boy, shifting her hips back before coming up with another wonderful idea. “Oh, what’s this? There’s a surprise new challenger?” She would announce, lowering herself until her breasts hanged just over the tired wolfboy’s face. “Wolfie’s cute face joins the list of challengers, will he prove any different?” Auphemia giggled before she started swinging her chest, initiating a second round of breast boxing, this time with Okami’s face.

Okami could only gasp in erotically spent daze after the humiliating but heavenly defeat "suffered" by his boyhood. If anything, the busty mistress was done with her lewd titty-boxing game now... or was she?

Gasping at the sight of those bouncy, enormous were shadowing his face, the young hero tried to force his tired self into a reaction, but it was too little, too late as Auphemia promptly welcomed the new, cutely blushing challenger inbetween her soft enveloping champions.

"Gulp-mghff...umff umff..bluubb... @///@". Nice muffled sounds enterteined the voluptuous lady as he got his face pummeled side to side in the middle of their heavy plumpness.

Auphemia was deeply enjoying her time playing with Okami, now having his handsome face be the victim of her expertly preformed breast boxing. And as she narrated the entire “battle” between the cute helpless challenger and the overwhelming champions, she would also enjoy his subtle resistance underneath her, his body growing weaker the longer he remained in the hopeless challenge.

But of course, he wouldn’t find much mercy from the busty mistress, her display of womanly dominance showing no signs of stopping. Rather, the pattern was just as prolonged and enduring as her previous “match” against his boyhood, further demonstrating the experience and knowledge she had in dealing with a boy with her busty martial arts style.

Incapacitated to summon any spiritual enhancements as he was kept in a constant state of dizzy arousal, Okami would try to rely on his physical strenght to try and fight back, but was effortlessly overpowered as Auphemia just kept motorboating his poor face around and around, pummeling him silly until his cute resistance had died to nothing.

And when he was finally too weak to fight back... she just continued to playfully dominate his face with her soft heavy breasts, bouncing his head side to side until he couldn't even tell if he was still conscious, or Auphemia was breast-boxing his face even in dreams!
"Mnnblubblurrb... @///@".

Oh how much of a treat the wolfboy was to Auphemia, having so effortlessly dominated him thus far being an enjoyable ride. And most certainly she could tell Okami himself was enjoying it to an extent, having gotten some delicious climaxes out from being treated by the busty woman’s wonderful assets.

After a lengthy “match” between Auphemia’s bosom and Okami’s defenseless face, she would let her bosom remain surrounding him, stopping the breast pummeling to instead drain several more levels from the boy, going as far as to drain six while he remained in limbo of consciousness or he passed out.

Once the levels were absorbed, the busty mistress would sit up on his waist and push her hair back behind her, having let it go unfixed in the midst of her bosomy brawl with such helpless challengers. She would then push herself off the wolfboy, taking a good look at his condition as she planned on what to do next.

The poor wolfboy drifted more and more into a blissful stupor, sensually lulled by Auphemia's bosom with each gentle mashing of her glowing breasts around his face, and with each corresponding absorption of his levels.

When Auphemia finally stood up with a beaming, the cutest boob-drunk expression on Okami's face let her know that the adorably stubborn boy was still somehow clinging to consciousness in spite of being groggy and helpless to her whatever whims.

If the busty lady graciously decided to let her boytoy recover though, Okami would groan and wobble up shaking his head faintly. And then, with his cute indomitable spirit he would move forth to attack Auphemia with a clothesline!

Well... more with a slow-motion version of a clothesline, to be entirely honest.
"Uunhg... m-must...win..gh... o///o"

“Yes Wolfie, it’s good to try and win no matter what.” The busty mistress would playfully encourage, easily stepping away from the wolfboy’s weak attempt at a clothesline. And immediately after, she’d wait for his turn around to face her, or rather her bosom as she swung wide for a devastating hit to his handsome face.

Using her bosomy power, she’d aim to strike him crashing back first into the nearest corner, expecting him to be stunned from yet another heavy blow. And once he was there, she would quickly run and jump at the wolfboy, aiming to crush him with a full-body splash, placing her feet on the ropes as her breasts once again embraced his face. Then once he felt the impact of her body, Auphemia would once again wrap her arms around his head before stepping up onto the second ropes, trapping the wolfboy in a hanging breast smother.

No matter how his admirable spirit urged Okami to still try and assert himself as a fighter and a valiant hero, the outcome would be all the same, with Auphemia literally dancing around his pityful attack and Okami unable to defend himself from the the majestic swing of her giant bosom.

"U-Unnnghhh... d-darns... @///@". With a faint groan the stunned wolfboy was propelled back first into the corner, his head reeling from the soft but heavy strike, allowing an ever-more smiling Auphemia to proceed with her "phase two" as planned.

"M-Mnghfh? Mmmpffhhhhh... @///@".
Engulfed deep into the bouncy, smothering prison of her cleavage, Okami was subject to the familiar, mind-numbing pressure of her heavenly melons squeezing his face, but what shocked him was to feel himself being pulled up until his feet were off the mats, dangling and meekly kicking around as the busty mistress had her poor wolfie flailing desperately in her special hanging breastsmother.

“Fufufu, such a fighting spirit.” Auphemia would playfully laugh, feeling the poor wolfboy struggle helplessly in her bosomy embrace. “Even after all the holds you’ve been put in already and you’re still willing to fight. It certainly keeps this fun an exciting, so thank you for being such a good sport.”

The busty mistress would then work her way up, managing to stand up to the highest set of ropes while keeping Okami still smothered in her cleavage. “Hope you’re ready Wolfie, this may hurt a bit.” After her warning, Auphemia would then demonstrate her astonishing skills, effortlessly jumping and flipping in the air with Okami’s face still buried in her bosom. But as the wolfboy would realize their position in the air, a harsher reality would set in as she slammed him to the ground, landing on top of him in a body press and his handsome face still smothered in her breasts.