NWO chronicles - Ryu Vs. Eiruferu (complete)

Smothered within an ocean of soft, sweet-smelling breast flesh, Ryu could still hear Eiruferu giggling happily in response to his futile, flustered struggling.

Far from gaining any ground against the heavenly quicksand that was her tight cleavage, he was instead pressed deeper inthere, wasting air and stamina with his aimless efforts.

"Mmnnfhh... Mfffh.... @///@".
Soon, a soothingly seductive rubbing was added to his predicament, rolling his face so to teasingly demoralize him as Eiruferu was matter of factly rocking him in her bosom.
Provocated into more urgent struggling, poor Ryu fell from her bosomy trick, tiring himself in her mockery imitation of a motherly cuddle while his air-starved muscles were methodically lulled from fruitless resistance into weak numbness.

Hero or not, Ryu was struggling not just for air inbetween Eiruferu's enveloping pillows, but against his male weakness too, against the instinctive temptation to give in and let himself be seduced, pampered and coddled at her bosom.
And even though more stubbornly resistant than others, the legendary hero was gradually losing too, tempted to be soothed down like the other, numerous males that had succumbed to her breasts, turned from proud fighters into drowsy little boys.

"Where'd that resistance go, hero?" Eiruferu taunted, her breasts continuing to rub his face as she smothered him. Of course an answer wasn't expected, asking was just added taunts as her bosom worked its magic and continued to weaken him. As she felt his resistance lower more, she released his hands to give him the mock sense of progress.

Only immediately after she wrapped her arms around his head, keeping his face firmly between her breasts as she sat him and her up, the bust Queen's hips resting on his while her breast rubbing stopped. "Such effortless struggling, everyone watching is seeing a supposed hero grow weaker because of a woman's breasts." She'd say, the Queen delighted in his helplessness as she then began to grind her hips against his, stimulating him once more as her smothering continued.

For a brief, illusory moment Ryu thought he had freed his hands with his own strength, but was forced to think otherwise the moment Eiruferu drew him to herself into a tighter, deeper breastsmothering embrace.

Like a sensually dominant mockery of a lover's hug, the busty queen started winding her hips, rubbing Ryu's crotch while methodically suffocating him inbetween her massive breasts.
And while allowed to paw and push freely, Ryu's hands proved powerless to do anything to gain him some free air, leave alone breaking free, their touch against her smooth curves growing weaker with each new moment spent in her womanly prison.

"Mnnff..mrrf.... @///@".
Along with his muffled voice, the weakening of his resistence was slow but inevitable, absorbed by Eiruferu's plump bosom and swayed by her seductive grinding as the poor boy was spiraling into aroused drowsiness, despite his will.

Eiruferu continued with her grinding breast smother as she felt the hero’s hands weaken, her methodic process of draining his strength purely by smothering and pleasuring him. It was certainly an effective strategy, as he was far from the first boy it had been used against. But it worked all the same against him.

When the busty Queen felt his resistance go down to near nothing, she would begin to shake her shoulders to slap his face with her bosom, not wanting him to pass out yet. And he’d understand why soon after, as while she performed a pleasant round of breast boxing with his face, her grinding would speed up, her stimulation to his boyhood growing more and more as she wanting to push him to his limit.

Ryu had fruitlessly struggled within Eiruferu's enveloping bosom long enough to realize that he was too weak and sleepy to escape now.
Hugged tightly into her creamy cleavage, lulled into aroused stupor by the erotic rocking of her hips, the young hero could feel his arms drop by his sides, too heavy and fatigued to fight, his mind spiriling slowly and easily into merciful oblivion thanks to the pillowy softness of her boso...

"Mmm-blubblubblurrb..?? Mmnrffh-blubblubb.. @///@".
A soft yet heavy round of boob-pummeling snapped Ryu off from his blissful descent into dreamlend, keeping him dizzy but conscious as his engulfed head was slapped around by Eiruferu's royal melons, rolled inbetween their massive loveliness as the busty queen started to grind her hips faster and deeper.

With Ryu's brain pummeled into boob-drunkness, his boyhood was definitely easier to dominate, much to his woozy embarrassement as he felt his shaft hopefully throb and swell to full mast, soon building him up to an utterly humiliating edging.

Ryu’s helpless groaning as her bosom smacked his defenseless face was a lovely melody to the Busty Queen, her smile growing as she was relentless in her domination over him. While her breasts pummeled him to keep him awake, her hips would continue to improve upon each blow, her grinding pushing the boy more towards the edge of pleasure.

She would eventually pause for a second, but it was just a hopeless second to rub her superiority in before her grinding reach its peak. Eiruferu would move her hips to stroke his erection fully, trying to force a strength draining climax out of the once proud hero. Once he gave her that want, she would finish him by pulling his face deep between her breasts, once again aiming to knock him out cold.

No matter ho badly he wanted to break free... to strike back... to endure her dominant seductions if anything, Eiruferu was proving herself more woman than Ryu could take.

Smacked around by her soft but heavy melons, he was kept conscious but constantly weak and disoriented (not to mentiuon humiliated), which also made her grinding the more effective, having the poor hero alternate between groans of pain and muffled moans of ashamed pleasure.

Poor Ryu tried his best not to burst out his humiliating surrender to her overwhelming femininity, but a healty, male hormons-driven boy could only endure that much: Writhing in unwanted, delirious lust, Ryu would whimper and soil Eiruferu's frilly skirt with plenty of his hopeless, strenght-draining climax.

"G-Guuhhh... fuuaahhhnnn!!! <333 m-mnnfhhh?? @///@".
He was still twitching and moaning in utter humiliation, when Eiruferu's melons came closer to hug his face into soft, warm darkness.

“Well, would you look at that.” Eiruferu would taunt as she hugged his head deep into her bosom. “A helpless boy surrendering to the pleasure, can’t say I’m that surprised to be honest.” After the humiliating climax, the Busty Queen was certain to keep him completely locked in her breast smother, letting his world slowly fade to black as she covered his face.

“And you needn’t worry either, I’ll be certain you show everyone how little your title of hero really means.” She warned, squeezing her boobs around his face to mock him. “We’ve only just begun with how I’ll play with you. I want to see how much one of the so called “heroes” can handle me for.”

Eiruferu's breasts seemed to swell even larger as she squeezed them around Ryu's face.. or that's how it felt for the smothered boy as he desperately, but fruitlessly tried to pull back, to push off, to turn his head.. anything that could earn him a gasp of free air.

But her massive love-pillows were all around his face, large enough to engulf his head, and teasingly soft as they squished around his face, conforming to Ryu's muffled features.

"Mnnffh..mfff.... o///o"
Snuggled deep into her suffocating embrace, Ryu was 'valiantly' trying to struggle of course, but it wouldn't make any difference, especially now that his strenght and stamina had been just effectively drained by an intense forced climax.

Like that, Ryu's pityfully meek aefforts to escape were nothing more than the cute squirmings of a little boy to Eiruferu, something that would furtherly fuel up her joy at having a so-called 'legendary hero' helplessly prisoner of her motherly bosom.

“Holding on I see, we’ll go ahead if you want.” Eiruferu said, responding to his weakened struggles by further squeezing his face between her royal breasts. “It will only delay what will come, our match will continue regardless of when you pass out next.”

As true to her word, the Busty Queen would keep Ryu confined within her cleavage, smothering the boy out with her lovely assets until he inevitably would pass out. And of course, she’d taunt him by rubbing his face with her boobs when he was out, further demonstrating her control over him before letting go and letting him lay down on the canvas.

After having knocked him out once more, Eiruferu would begin her preparations and set the two up in the next move intended for the boy. Maneuvering around, the royal beauty would lay down on Ryu in a seductive 69, her legs rest the sides of Ryu’s head before clamping down. When Ryu would wake up, he’d discover his compromising position, and further learn that this match was little more than an excuse for the Busty Queen to play with him, having not even given him a chance to awaken.