NWO Ladies Vs 'butlers'

Okami surrendered to the inevitable with a nice muffled sigh, going limp under the soporific pillows that were Lin's buttcheeks, only to be then tossed away by the lady in red like a broken toy.

Andy's face flared in a mix of rage and discomfort, but he had to admit that letting Okami rest and recover out of the ring was for his own good in his current conditions.

With Okami safe down the ringside, Andy stepped into the ring himself, knowing that their hopes of freedom were mainly in his hands now.
"Uh... o-ok I'm ready..", he muttered, a glowing aura surrounding the handsome knight's stance as he had clearly decided to fight all out from the start.

“Straight to the action then?” Auphemia giggled, seeing his glow before getting to her fluid stance, her bosom bouncing at her movements as she prepared herself. “I enjoy a little foreplay before getting into the swing, but I suppose we can dive straight into the action.”

Giving a single wink, Auphemia would then rush the boy with her impressive speed, swinging her massive chest at his head to start off. Expecting the block, she’d continue with a flurry of her breast based attacks, aiming at several parts of Andy’s body to get an opening but always leaving her heavier swings for his head. Of course the woman knew well of Andy’s strengths and weaknesses, going for an all out assault to force him into a situation where he’d make mistakes.

"F-foreplay..?" A rosey blush immediately colored Andy's cheeks after Auphemia's playful teasing, having learned in first person during his stay at the mansion that the busty mistress was as much dominant as she was versed in the arts of tender, irresistible seduction.

His full attention was urgently drawn back to reality though, as Auphemia came swinging her huge massive bosom at him again and again.
Andy's spiritual pressure allowed him to block mist of the soft heavy strikes, but even so, their overwhelming power had him soon trapped in a corner, his arms numb and softened from the straining defensive effort.
"Uugh... d-damn.. 0///0".

Having already pushed Andy back so much from her bosomy onslaught, Auphemia flashed the boy a teasing smile as she prepared her next set of attacks, reminding the boy he had asked for it by planning on going all out from the start.

First, she’d attempt an upward swing of her breasts to knock his guard off, then spinning on her heels to smack him across the face. Then again, and again, and again, the busty mistress almost becoming a blur as she spun in her unique style. If his guard had remained during her uppercut, she was certain that he’d eventually drop it during her spinning breast attack.

After awhile her spinning would slow down, eventually giving the boy a pause before stepping gracefully in her stance, remaining in front of him while he was in the corner with a hand on her hip. “Like That Andy? It’s a new move I developed a couple days ago.” She explained, pressing her massive bosom against his muscular chest. “I like to call it: the Titty Tornado.”

Spiritual pressure or not, Auphemia's bosomy uppercut had enough sheer strenght behind it to crush Andy's guard, leaving him open to her sensually overpowering tornado of swinging titty strikes.

It was only thanks to his enhanced state that Andy could take it without suffering an instant KO. But was being still awake really a good thing for the poor hero? He himself doubted it when he felt his swirling, dizzy head droop down on Auphemia's smooth shoulder while her dominant bosom pinned him to the corner.

Titty tornado sounded like an appropriate name, he would maybe admit, if only he could talk coherently, but this wasn't the case.
"G-guuh... h-head...spinning... @///@", was the best that his rattled brain could muster.

“Fufufu, guess I went a little overboard there. But it is a bit your fault though, ready to go all out so quickly.” Auphemia giggled, letting his head rest on her shoulder as she got to work on stripping his upper clothes off, having him match Okami as she tossed the clothes out.

When it was off, she’d then place her hands gently on his arms to hold him up. And with him stunned, she’d give him the royal treatment, rubbing her breasts up and down his chest to tease him, giving him the unique massage she was well known for giving. And she would be sure he had it well, letting each stroke go until they just touched the bottom of his chin.

Dazed and stunned from the previous titty martial arts onslaught, Andy couldn't offer any resistance as Auphemia shifted to the gently seductive part of her treatment, rubbing and coaxing the helpless knight into aroused relaxation with her bosomy massage, causing him to moan and blush faintly every time her soft melons grazed his chin.

"Aahhnnn... g-gawds... o///o", he moaned faintly, hopelessly lose focus on anything but the heavenly sensation provided by her rubbing bosom. This was matter of factly a different way to drain the flustered hero: not directly stealing his strenght or levels, but absorbing his spiritual pressure into bouncy bosom stroke after stroke, until Andy's hopeless arousal totally deprived him of the ability to summon that kind of enhancement.

“Good as always, huh Andy-kun?” Auphemia giggled at his moaning, finding his distracted and aroused face adorable as she continued to massage his body with her legendary breasts. She would continue the treatment for a minute before she would move his head to lean back against the corner.

The busty mistress would then climb the first set of ropes, her breasts leveled with his face as she slowly wrapped her arms around his head. “Now then, let’s get a bit of fun in now, shall we?” And then the mistress shoved his face in between her massive breasts, beginning her proud breast smother on the boy.

And as she started to smother the poor boy in the ring, Lin Tia’s attention was slowly turning to Okami, the unconscious wolfboy earning an excited grin from her as she already was feeling restless.

After minutes of that heavenly boob-massage relaxing his mind and body, Andy was incapacitated to put up a fight while Auphemia tenderly hugged her arms around his head, guiding him face first to her deep, smothering bosom.

Even if she teasingly took her time, the poor flustered knight could only try a meek, fruitless squirming reaction before his face was sealed in pillowy darkness.
"M-Mblurrb..mmfffhh.. o///o".
He blubbered inthere, much to Auphemia's amusement as his weak movements made her marvellous breasts bounce gently around his utterly disappeared head.

Down the ringside, Okami was groaining and stirring lazily, the clear signals of his gradual awakening from the forceful nap suffered in round one. Little he knew that he had become the object of Lin Tia's possessive attentions.

“Aw, no worry, they missed your face too.” Auphemia playfully cooed, patting his head as she began to smother his face gleefully. In her time with the pair, she’s never missed the chance for a workout, and as expected smothering them served to get them right in the kind of state she loved them the most in.

After a while into the smother, Auphemia would eventually step up to rise to the second set of ropes, now dangling the poor boy off the canvas while pulling him more into her heavenly bosom. Although suffocating, her breasts were more than comfortable enough to make the experience better than a strangle, a case she was sure the boy would agree with.

As for Okami however, he would soon find himself in his own predicament as he woke up, just in time for Lin to plant her right foot on the ringside over his shoulder, smiling down to him as her white panties were visible as a result.

“So wolfboy, have you rested enough to go on again?” She’d ask, reaching a hand down to playfully cup his cheek. Despite not being in the ring, it was clear That the woman had no trouble continuing on, already breaking apart the supposed tag team stipulation to keep herself entertained.