NWO Ladies Vs 'butlers'

Okami and Andy exchanged concerned looks as the busty mistresses kept leisurely chatting, hearing the conversation slip more and more towards its dangerous outcome as Lin Tia finally proposed a tag team match.

The young heroes knew that they had just put themselves into a desperate situation, but it couldn't be helped now. And after all, even the slightest chance to win back their freedom was better than no chance.
So after a last mutual nod, the boys turned their flustered faces to Auphemia and Lin to respond:
"We accept!" o///o

“Excellent.” Lin Tia responded, pleased to see that her simply antagonizing had worked out perfectly for her. Truthfully she hadn’t had a decent fight in a long time. And while she wasn’t expecting a struggle, she’d be certainly happy with the workout.

And so the four would make their way to Auphemia’s special ring, entering in the room before establishing the rules. “It’ll be much like our matches before we’re, endurance matches until the other team can’t continue.” Auphemia informed, going to the women’s corner while Lin Tia jumped into the ring, demonstrating her acrobatics.

“Since Lin is the guest, she may go first. You two may decide who will go against her first.” Auphemia finished, Lin Tia smirking in satisfaction as she looked to the boys.

“Don’t keep a lady waiting~”

Auphemia's wrestling room was always decorated in the same way: an unnerving celebration of womanly endowments and seductive female power that helped male fighters feeling uncomfortable... almost smaller before their female opponents.

But this was not the time to let such details distract or dishearten them. This match could be their only chances to escape from Auphemia's manor after all.
With this in mind, Andy took a step forward but Okami was faster.

"I'll go first in that case. And since we don't want to keep a lady waiting... here I come!".
With a throaty snarl, Okami would rush forth, as much aggressive as expected from a halfbreed werewolf, trying to surprise Lin Tia with a bullcharging (or wolf-charging) takedown.

“Oh good, I was concerned you’d be passive right from the start.” Lin Tia would say, showing no concern as she dodged around Okami’s attempted charge to end up behind him. “But with speed like that, you’ll have to be more creative in how you catch me.”

Lin Tia would then attempt to deliver a kick to Okami’s back, following it by moving swiftly in front of him to deliver three palm strikes, two to his chest and one upwards at his chin. If they hit, Lin Tia would let him stumble back, remaining in place as she waved him forward, challenging him to make the same mistake again. Because then she can better demonstrate her showing speed.

Okami groaned in discomfort as his failed attack earned him a high-heeled kick from Lin Tia. It was not too much painful to his resilient manly body, and he decently absorbed her palm strikes too, partly blocking them with his guard.

But he admittedly felt the last strike, as it sent him to the ropes, light headed and in pain for a moment.
"Unghh... ugh... you call that a punch..? THIS is a punch..! Rawrr..!".

The wolfboy rushed forth and crouched like preparing for a vicious uppercut... but his blind rage was just an act. If he could get close enough to Lin, the wolfboy would instead wrap her arms around her waist, trying to grapple her into a bearhug.

It was an obvious ploy from the wolfboy, one Lin Tia wished to have easily crushed by maneuvering around him and having her way with him. But knowing he wouldn’t throw a punch gave the woman an idea, one to immediately put the weight of this match into his head.

Despite her speed, Lin Tia would act surprised at his fake punch, wincing as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Ngh, is this all you capable of?” Lin Tia would groan, her hands gripping at his arms, appearing to try and pull his arms apart to no avail. It had become a compromising position, one the woman knew the wo,boy would try to take full advantage of.

None of the boys suspected that Lin Tia was just toying with her opponents, Andy yelling encouragements to his tag team partner, and Okami giving a slightly snarling grin at the busty lady, before he wrapped his arms tight around his waist, trying to pick her up to complete his bearhug maneuver.

"Unghhff...g-gotcha...!", He groaned slightly in the effort of keeping her lifted off the mats, applying pressure to his squeeze. In that position, Lin Tia's massive bosom would be heaving inches above his face in a sensually distracting way... but it was a minor nuisance as long as the wolfboy was in control... wasn't it?

“N-No... this can’t be...” Lin Tia would continue to groan, going along with Okami’s bearhug and letting herself be fully picked up. And when the wolfboy would increase the pressure of his hold, Lin Tia would continue to play along with it, gasping in feint pain and moaning as she continued to pull at his arms. “Ah... ahhhh... it’s too tight! I can’t... you’re so strong!”

The woman’s gasps and moaning would be added with desperate movements, each struggle causing her large bosom to shake and bounce, giving the boy a lovely show of her curves that any boy would love to witness. And when the curvaceous distraction caught the wolfboy’s attention, Lin Tia would suddenly stop her gasping to smile.

“Nice sounds, right?” She’d tease, referencing her moaning discomfort before getting into action. Snapping her arms around his head, the busty woman would immediately pull his face right into her cleavage, then wrapping her legs around his body before leaning her body forward to try and misbalance the wolfboy.

Okami's face was visibly flushed as he kept going with the bearhug submission. He was partly starting to feel like being the bad guy because of her desperate groaning: had him been carried away too much? A part of him was blushing for a different reason too, inevitably affected by the sensuous side of her bouncing, gasping and grinding in his tight embrace.

That is, until the busty lady dropped the act with a wide beaming smile!
"W-What...??? You were fooling aroun-mghfh??? mmmffhh... o///o".
Captain obvious-Okami had his silly words muffled into Lin's ample bosom, buried in soft titflesh along with his shocked face.

The wolfboy tried to pull back, but the double embrace of her arms around his head and her thicc legs wrapped around his body easily prevented it, rather burying him deeper into her smothering cleavage.
The handsome boy tottered blindly for a few seconds, valiantly trying to get out until the shift of balance brought him down on his knees, bent backwards with Lin Tia (and her voluptuous loveliness) all over him.

“Aw, did the wolfboy think he was doing some real damage?” Lin Tia taunted, keeping his face nice and trapped in her large bosom. “Sorry there, but you’ll have to put a bit more strength than that weak embrace to get me wincing. Or gasping like that for that matter.”

When Okami had gotten to his knees, she would release her legs around his body to plant them on the floor, giving her the edge before she’d push forward to bring him down onto the canvas with her on top. And if executed as expected, she’d have her superior position locked in, her arms still wrapped around his head to keep his face nice and smothered between her breasts.