Okami vs Priscilla Theodorakis (complete)

"Unghhh.... i-i c-can't g-get out..." Okami groaned in Scylla's hold as his predicament was worsening by the second. He tried to pry apart her legs but her squeezing had softened him some already, so that his weakened hands seemed to caress her thighs, rather than pushing hard. Plus, in his locked position his mouth and nose were pressed towards her crotch, while he was forced to look very closely into Scylla's well toned butt, which fueled his helpless excitement while her evil caresses were driving him towards the edge.

Still pumping Okami's manhood, she got her face closer to it, letting it be bathed by her hot breath. "Oh, but you don't seem to WANT to get out, do you?" ,she said, referring to the ever-growing volume between her fingers. Scylla would also lower her hips a bit, tightening the hold on Okami's neck and giving him a zoom vision of her firm bottoms.

Okami panted and blushed. The more she pumped his cock, the harder it was to fight back. And, btw, his struggles were going gradually weaker as she kept pressing his neck between her smooth yet strong thighs.
"Ohhh.. n-no... y-you w-won't dominate me that easily... " He groaned out in a restrainted babbling, moreso trying to convince himself, not knowing that his embarassed and weakened attempts to resist were likely fueling her lust for domination.

He then tried again to wiggle free of Scylla's relentless hold with his now feeble strenghts, while the so close vision of her bottoms craved him to surrender instead: Her lovely glutes flexed before his uneased eyes in an almost hypnotic way each time she tightened the squeeze on him, sending waves of aroused numbness into his head, and she could feel his hot and labored breathing very close to her crotch while she stroked him closer to his climax, having her slow seductive way to subdue her moaning prisoner to her will.

Scylla was smiling with appreciation, seeing her prey crumble so easily between her fingers, his helpless struggles only making him look more vulnerable rather than freeing him. She was getting increasely aroused by the situation too, but she knew how to keep her pace; after the match, she'd have her way with him without hurrying. By now, she would make him succumb completely.
Pressing her thighs tighter around Okami's neck, she would start a different, intense but sensual stroking, aiming to make him climax; the combined effect of his arousal and lack of breath would be his downfall. "You're so cute..." she gave his shaft a kiss, as to leave a lovebite in it. "You'll be mine now."

Priscylla's sweet, seductive way to domination seemed to have the power to sedate the savege side of Okami's personality, slowly but relentlessly wearing him down. The more he tried to resist, the more her long, well toned legs squeezed the fight out of him and her sensual treats sapped his resistence.

"N-No... mmmm...." he whimpered, still willing to struggle but his strenghts (and will) were being drained by the second, shifted into erotic extacy as his sweaty body trembled and his muscles started to spasm beneath her, letting her know he was almost ready to cum.

"Submit..." She pumped him with even more desire and anticipation, feeling his body beneath her responding to her movements. Her lust was gaining gigantic proportions, and she didn't just wanted Okami to cum; she was decided to make him see stars.

"To me."

And, with these words, her well-developed, enticing ass approached Okami's face definitely, touching and covering every inch of him, letting him feel her sweet fragrance, her seductive warmness, most likely blocking completely his breath and eliminating his will with this potent finisher.

"Mpffff...!" When he felt she had cut off his air completely, Okami squirmed a little for fear of suffocation, quickly wasting his already vanishing energies.

Soon he became too weak to struggle more and had to stay locked in her erotic finisher, his open mouth forced to suck on her powerful scent, instead of getting any air. Too late he had realized the lethal potential of Scylla's seductive holds, now that she had finally displayed her real strenght and her lust for domination.

His smothered protests gradually subsided into a weak, muffled moan, giving her a pleasurable sensation at the feel of bringing him on the verge to pass out for lack of air, or burst out for the irresistible sexual domination.... or both.

Priscilla was already fantasizing about what she would do with him, as it was more than obvious by his stillness that the battle was almost already won; but then again, against Scylla's seductive manners, he had little chance right from the start. She now just had to make him cum, and he probably wouldn't be able to maintain consciousness after that. She was eager to appreciate the spoils of war.
"Good night", she giggled, decided to put an end to the match, pumping him faster and faster, playing and squirting his balls.

His will urged him to fight back when he realized she was about to put him out with a hot combination of air restrainting and sexual exhahustion, and cooing him for further humiliation too. But it was too late: she had squeezed and stroked him in her hold long enough to drain away each last drop of his strenghts, except for sexual energy of course.
With a spasm of his groin and a flex of his legs he knew he could not hold back anymore from cumming, while her scissors kept sending waves of numbness into his mind.

"OH...OHHHHHHH...!!!" A huge, hot squirt of his semen came out, followed by another, and another, and he knew the end was very close now, as he felt his body starting to go loose and limp in her clutches. He wasn't completely out yet, but at this point she had all the chances to "lull" her drowsy prisoner to sleep, in spite of his amusing efforts to remain awake.

The massive load lunged through the air, hitting Priscilla on her left cheek. His warmness was very pleasurable to her. Taking her time to milk out a bit more of his semen, she finally got up, unlocking her hold, confident that Okami wouldn't be able to react at this point of exaustion. She then crouched at his side, wiping her soaked hands on Okami's chest.

"I like you..." She passed one finger over Okami's semi-opened lips. Then, running her arm behind his head, Scylla pulled his face close to hers and gave him a passionate, deep kiss, which was in fact her true finisher. This move, "Scylla's Kiss", often made an exausted victim unable to breath, and in Okami's case a knockout was more than likely. Her tongue invaded voluptuously his mouth, wrestling his own tongue, sucking the air out of him.