NWO: Ataru Vs Shizuka

Perfectly secured in the sensuous embrace of Shizuka's figure four, Ataru couldn't do much more than take it as she happily put him into a squeeze-and-relax pattern, picking a taunting tempo of constricting her flustered male prey within her leggy coils as he rewarded each flexing with a nice breathless groan bathing her panties.

As expected, this kind of grappling strategy was highly effective against a male opponent, especially a young one whose magic skills could be easily messed up by the seductive holds of a dominant woman.
"M-Mnghhff...nnffhhh... @///@".
From his ineffective squirmings and the cute pawing of his meek hands at her hips, Shizuka could tell that she had the young mage right where she wanted now.

Despite the reluctance of the mage, it was clear that his ability to fight back already was gone with a simple move that had a seductive touch to it. It made Shizuka aware now how such a legendary hero could easily be beaten by a rookie knight, even more that his enhancement magic was significantly less efficient then theirs. But what less to expect from a boy such as him?

After a minute of her tight, smothering leg lock on the young mage, Shizuka would eventually unfurl her legs, letting his head drop back. But he would then have his face covered by the knight's ass, keeping him trapped for a second before standing up and walking a few feet away. "What's the matter hero? Already slacking this soon?" She taunted, edging him to make a move. While he was impressive in a regular bout, but with her seductive teasing moments ago she was interested to see how his focus would weaken.

A lenghty figure four squeeze, and a few extra seconds of ass smother had been more than enough to weaken Ataru's powers, making it virtually impossible for him to create magic-imbued attacks that would be nearly as powerful as before. But the cute-looking mage had not realized it yet, as he tried to summon the fire elemental to attack with a power-charged attempt at a spear... But what Shizuka would see was just a blushing little boy running right into her awaiting clutches.

Oh how foolish the poor boy was, his weakened attack only further showing the busty knight how hopeless he was going to be in this bout. Due to his flustered state his movement was fully predictable, and she showed this by turning around and thrusting her rear back to strike his face in a teasing hip bump maneuver.

When the boy stumbled back, Shizuka would then rush the boy and grab the back of his head. He would see the busty knight flash a confident smirk before pulling his face right inbetween her breasts. The soft embrace of her breasts would only comfort for a few seconds before Shizuka drove her knee into Ataru's gut, giving a solid blow which would be followed with another.

Ataru just head the time to see Shizuka turn around with a knowing smirk, before his face was met by the teasing peach-pressure of her booty bump.

Before he could fully get back into balance, the busty knight had already welcomed his face into the pillowy softness if her mind-blanketing bosom... But it waa just a womanly, wonderizing distraction to keep the poor young boy docile and off guard, opening the path to her breath-crushing knee lifts to Ataru's belly.

Each strike exacted a muffled groan from him, tenderizing him so that he was soon too weak and breathless to fight back.

At this point the moves were just overkill to dominate and play with Ataru's mind, but to the busty knight that made it all the more enjoyable. Any attempt at him holding his breath was crushed when her knees struck his stomach. Each pained gasp was music to her ears, muffled by her impressive bosom as she worked him over.

Eventually her knees would stop, but she would continue to keep Ataru's face smothered between her breasts. Now she was ready to demonstrate further how hopeless he was to womanly charms, and effectively prove that his title of hero would mean nothing here. A fun lesson she intends to take full advantage of.

With Ataru's resistance effectively crushed out if him, along with his wind, the cute mage was right where Shizuka wanted him now:

Tamed and softened, he was making nice muffled sounds in the enveloping softness of her cleavage, his tired hands sliding along her curvy shape and dropping down to his sides.

The wannabe-strong hero could be still conscious (barely), but he totally belonged to Shizuka now, like the tired little boy that he was.

"What's the matter? That all the big brave hero's got?" Shizuka asked, noting the boy's resistance was all but gone now, only being kept up now by her smothering embrace. But if he was expecting mercy, he wouldn't get any, as she intended for him to pass out in her bosom.

When she saw his body go limp, she'd then release him and let him fall back, leaving him on the ground for a few moments. But they wouldn't be finished, as she began to strip the poor mage until he was only in his boxers, cutting up the rest of his clothes so there would be no attempt at him covering up again.

Ataru fell into a pleasant slumber in Shizuka's bosom... Only to later wake up into unpleasant fluster at the breeze caressing his naked skin.

"W-wah...? W-why you... Where are my clothings..??" 0///0.
He'd ask in awakening shock, finding himself stripped down to nothing but a cute-looking pair of boxers

"Currently flying off somewhere, but you needn't worry about that." Shizuka answered the boy, stepping forward and placing her foot onto his covered boyhood. "They wouldn't serve you any real protection anyways." The knight stayed, rubbing his crotch up and down for a few seconds to further tease him before stepping away, daring for the young mage to get up again, fully ready to dominate him once more.