NWO chronicles - Ryu Vs. Eiruferu (complete)

Slapped silly without a chance to stop Eiruferu, it took a few seconds for Ryu to stop his vision from swaying back and forth, and a few more to refocus on her self-satisfied smilee and huge, gently bouncing breasts as she teasingly leaned closer.

"Guuhh... r-ready for another move...? I.. uhh... always hated trick questions... @///@",
The young hero mumbled in dazed discomfort, weakly trying to get up as he was not eager to stay there and see what kind of new move she had in store for him.

“Well, if you’re aware enough for sass, then we’ll get right to it.” The busty Queen said, shifting her legs out and placing her hands on Ryu’s head to lift his head up. While still seated on his chest, Eiruferu would then trap the boy between her legs, coiling him in a headscissors hold to which she immediately began to squeeze.

“Well hero? How is this?” She’d question, keeping a tight squeeze on his neck as her dress’ skirt fluttered over his head. “It’s a simple hold, there should be no trouble to escape it, even a novice could handle it.” She taunted, although knew well that escape would be more than a challenge. Not only was she the most skilled combatant in the kingdom, but with the skirt over Ryu’s head the boy was getting a front row view of her panties, a teasing treat that could put his focus off point if he wasn’t careful.

It was elegantly fluid and effortless how Eiruferu snaked her beautiful legs around Ryu's neck, almost in slow motion, and still he couldn't prevent the busty queen from locking him into her headscissors.

With each flexing of her thighs, the smooth fabric of Eiruferu's skirt would gently brush him, all the while giving him a teasingly close peep show on her luxurious lingerie.

"Unghhffh... d-don't understimate my spirtual..nghhhfh... o///o".
No matter how he tried to ignore it, the sensually hypnotic squeezing, the feeling of those luscious thighs wrapped around his neck grazing his cheeks and the embarrassing closeup of her lace-clad crotch would inevitably affect Ryu while he placed his hands on Eiruferu's strong yet velvety thighs trying to pry them apart.

The royal beauty could measure the effectiveness of her seductive distractions in how Ryu's pushing was getting weaker by the second along with the dispersion of his serene-mind state and, therefore, of his spiritual pressure.
"Unnghh...w-what the...?", the squeezed boy groaned in breathless, confused distress.

“What’s the matter hero? Power not working like it should?” She’d giggle, her legs remaining tight on him as they would go a second of loosening before going three seconds in the tight vice. “Don’t tell me you’re already getting embarrassed by having a look at my panties. If that’s all it takes to throw off your spiritual pressure, you’ll be having a long time in this ring.”

The busty Queen’s legs would serve as both a painful squeeze, but also a distracting experience, the velvety touch of her skin giving warmth to Ryu’s face as she continued to squeeze his neck. All the while, his unobstructed view of her underwear would have the desired effect of embracing him, already weakening his spiritual pressure. And as the queen stated, this move would be the least of his worries in terms of humiliation.

Ryu blushed deeply and squirmed more urgently between Eiruferu's thighs, unaware that Eiruferu's mocking words were more than a mere taunt: Her verbal teasing was actually playing an active role in increasing his flustered discomfort, thus furtherly weakening his spiritual pressure.

"Unghhff... gasp..! o///o".
Ryu'd want to reply something defiant, but the enveloping squeeze of her velvety thighs around his neck persuaded him into the wiser choice of sparing his breathing to struggle.

Not that it was making much difference: With each pulsation from her feminine muscles, a wave of numbing pain spread from his neck to his body, weakening Ryu's hands too as they roamed over her thighs in the fruitless attempt at prying them apart, or at least loosen their constricting vice.

“Slowing down, come now you can handle more than that.” Eiruferu taunted, loosening her headscissors on the redhead for a few second to allow him a small recovery. “A hero like you should be able to handle something like this no problem. But I suppose this is still expected from a boy such as yourself.”

The busty Queen would then smirk, her legs suddenly clamping hard on his neck while she reached down to his head. “Now if it were something like this!” She’d announce, pulling Ryu’s face directly into her lace-clad crotch. “Maybe your weakness would be more sensible!” She laughed, enjoying her hold on the poor hero.

Ryu could be a slow learned, he would concede that. But in the end, he always learned his lessons: finally, after have been dominated by Selunelia and her partners in crime, and being subject to a similar treatment by queen Eiruferu so far, he had come to understand what was going on.

It was something his old sensei had warned him time ago in the early days of his training, something about the Achile's heel of spiritual pressure being the loss of concentration especially due to... womanly charms?
He had almost forgotten that particulal teaching because come on, how many chances were there that an opponent would try to.. seduce you???
But now, squeezed and teased in Eiruferu's leggy vice, those teachings had surfaced to his mind again.

"Unnhhghh... I... I know what you're trying to do now... b-but it won't work if I just concentrate and-mnghff??? Mnnfhhh...<3!". @///@
Regardless of his admirable spirit, recovering his serene state was going to prove a hard if not impossible task as the curvaceous queen muffled his face into the smooth warmth of her crotch, pulling him into an even more crushing and seductive headscissor-smother, exacting more muffled groans and desperate flailings from her handsome prisoner.

"Sorry, couldn't quite hear you there." Eiruferu taunted, keeping his face pressed against her crotch as she looked down to him. "You may want to speak up, or try speaking when your mouth isn't covered." The Queen certainly was aware of her abilities, and better yet she had a solid grasp of Ryu's spiritual pressure after her "match" with Koji. So she knew exactly what the weakness was.

But she would do more than just tease him, as she snaked one of her legs around to now trap him in a figure-four headscissors, allowing her hands to be freed while her right leg now had his face pushed against her crotch. Which now meant she could freely move her hands, which she started by placing them on his torso to give herself balance as she squeezed his head tight.

Ryu couldn't quite reply anything defiant to Eiruferu's latest taunt, or better said he couldn't reply anything at all, his head enveloped even more into her womanly coils as the royal beauty sinuously wrapped her curling head around him, making him a helpless prisoner of her squeezing and smothering figure four.

"Mm-nghhff... o///o".
Groaning and squirming in fruitless exertion, the boy kept valiantly trying to muscle his way out of her hold, but his ability to focus had been effectively swayed by the touch of her hands, thighs, and warm crotch, absorbing his spiritual pressure into a mischievous web of dominant seduction.

Having Ryu like this, trapped and bounded in her lovely coils had the busty Queen more than excited. Much like his rival, Ryu was helpless before a sexy woman who was more than willing to use her body. And with his spiritual pressure already proven to be useless with her unique style, it all but guaranteed a long match for the boy, one both the Queen and her subjects would enjoy.

And as for the action, Eiruferu was certain to bring it. But for now, she was letting the poor boy experience it slow. Long, tight squeezes of her elegant legs would be accompanied by her soft hands, slowly going back more and feeling out his torso in an almost lovingly way. But as the boy and her subjects knew, it was done in a domineering intent, as her hands inched until they reached his wrestling short’s waistband, where they’d linger at.