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

Okami squirmed in pleasured discomfort at the now familiar sensation of Auphemia's breasts urrounding his virility.

"D-Damn... I'm not your playthin-ghhh... fuuhh... <3".
Despite his wannabe-defiance, it didn't take long for Auphemia's gentle paizuri to turn his protests into a shameful moan as those heavenly melons rocked and squeezed his girth, renewing its erection in no time.

“Well if that’s the case, then why am I playing with you? And why am I having so much fun doing it?” She’d teasingly ask, her paizuri remaining constant as she lovingly toyed with the boy’s erection. As it stood, Okami was by all means her plaything, but his insistence on the contrary made him a much more entertaining treat, amplified by his shameful moaning.

While she continued to erotically play with him in the corner, the busty mistress would slowly be increasing the frequency her bosom would squeeze his virility. None lasted longer than the last, but the amount of times her breasts squished his boyhood in their soft embrace would be easy for the wolfboy to pick up. Not that there was much he could truly do about it.

She definitely got a point there, and Okami could only blush deeply in grumpy, aroused helplessness as Auphemia kept playing with him to her heart's... or better said to her bosom's content.

With his boyhood squeezed in soft, squishy loveliness again and again, the wolfboy went dizzy and loopy, moaning in increasingly honest lust as her seductive ministrations coaxed him into erotic bliss.

Okami tried to endure as long as he could, but that would only build up an increasingly intense climax, until he couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Fuuahhn... feels so...d-damnedly... g..goood.. aahhhnnn~<333!!!".
He splureted out in delirious surrender, bucking his hips reflexively in the pleasurable vice of her enormous boobs.

“Pop, there it goes again.” Auphemia would giggle in amusement at Okami’s latest climax, the busty mistress keeping the squeeze on his boyhood so that she could extend the climax further, ending it with a surprise drain to steal ten more levels from the defenseless wolfboy.

Once his climax had ended, she would step away from the corner after freeing his legs, letting him fall down to the canvas as she looked down with a smile on her face. “Let’s see, I’ve already taken a good chunk of levels from you, I’m not sure how much more I can really take.” She said, playfully tapping her chin in thought. “I guess you can only handle so much as well, perhaps only another one or two big drains is all you have left in you. So I suppose we can wrap this up in a bit, give you a break for tomorrow.”

Still basking in the humiliating (but heavenly) afterglow of his most recent climax, Okami was surprised when Auphemia's level drain was activated, sending more waves of pleasurable numbness through mind, coursing his body with disgracefully tingling sensations that he could only describe as erotic with each time her gently squeezing melons pumped his hardly gained levels out of him.

laying down to the mats in exhausted daze looking up at the powerful vixen  towering over him in that sexy pondering pose, Okami was partly charmed partly angry at her nonchalant domination over him.
The latter would finally prevail, urging the young werewolf halfbreed to gather all his remaining strenght, including the best part he could still summon of his wolf spirit, as he sat up with a groan.

"Nnh-nngrrr... damn... I'll give you a break..!".
He replied with a grumpy, wannabe-menacing snarl as he quickly (relatively quickly) got into a crouched stance and lunged forward, trying to catch Auphemia with a desperate attempt at a surprise takedown.

"Oh, well if you're offering." Auphemia would teasingly giggle, closing her eyes for a second before opening them again, revealing her eyes turned a bright emerald green. "Then I suppose you won't mind if I let someone else take care of you for a move or two." Just as the wolfboy was about to reach Auphemia, he would feel a sudden impact on his side as he was tackled away, rolling across the canvas before being pinned down.

"But I'll warn you, she's certainly a bombshell beauty." When Okami's focus would come back, he'd look to see a magic copy of Auphemia laying on top of him, her beautiful smile mirroring the original's as she kept the wolfboy down. And with the copy now revealed, Okami could now see that the busty mistress' arsenal of magic had more than her bosom draining.

"What the..? Unghhfhh...!"
Immediately after the green flash glowing in Auphemia's eyes, Okami had just barely the time to register another presence with his pheriferic vision, before he'd be tackled down to the mats by... someone else???

Yes and... not. Gasping in shocked surprise, the young guy realized that the second girl pinning him down was... a smiling replication of Auphemia!
He would have thought of some magic illusion, but her teasing smile and the smooth pressure from her bosom left no doubt: Somehow, the combat level reached by Auphemia allowed her to not only create a clone, but infusing it (her?) with a part of her power, enough to make the clone another Auphemia in bouncy flesh and bones!

"Unghh... y-yea, she is definitely a bombshell... o///o",
Okami would groan with a flushed face, inderectly complimenting Auphemia's beauty, while trying to struggle his way out of her doppleganger's clutches.

“Fufufu, she certainly is. And you don’t have to worry either.” Auphemia said, laughing to herself as he clone made sure to press her lovely curves on Okami’s body. “Much like me, she’s a very loving sharer.” At her words, the clone would move her lips down and capture Okami’s lips in a lovely kiss, the copy being sure to grab Okami’s wrists and keep them pinned.

Immediately Okami could easily tell that despite being a copy, that the clone felt just as real as the original. But not only that, showed similar levels of strength and skill, evident as her tongue prided at Okami’s lips to try and get in. And if the wolfboy attempted resistance, she’d start to lightly grind against his boyhood, hopping to get him moaning so she could amplify the makeout.

"Wah-? Mmffh~<3 o///o".
Okami was promptly silenced as Auphemia-2 sealed her plump lips around his, kissing and grinding his willpower away into a sensually dominant liplock.

The young wolf tried to pull back but the treacherous, heavenly sensation of her voluptuous embrace would soon elicit a faint moan, allowing the busty beauty to French kiss him silly as she easily won any resistance from her seduced prey.

With just as efficient ease as the original, the copy of Auphemia had seduced the poor wolfboy with her charm and sensual approach. As she grinded his crotch and explored his mouth with her tongue, Okami would get the pleasant experience of the copy’s bosom rubbing against his chest, adding on to the soft domination he was experiencing.

After a few minutes of the teasing grind, the copy would pull back from Okami’s lips with a teasing pop, sitting up on his waist as it watched him regain his breathing. When the wolfboy did recover, the copy would move back and begin to stand up, wrapping its arms around his waist to pull him up into a bearhug, holding on to him but not putting much pressure in it.