The Mansion of energy drain - Andy vs Auphemia

Andy was utterly humiliated by Auphemia's exotic, imaginative way to dominate him, making a pattern of pulling him face first to her breasts and bouncing him back as she held him by the wrists, allowing him no chance to escape.

After an endless minute of that, poor Andy was groggy and tired to the right point where he could not keep standing on his feet, falling face first into the treacherous comforts of her warm cleavage where she welcomed him wrapping her arms around his head to hold him nice and safe in her draining cuddle.

"Mnf..mpfff... @///@", the dizzy boy whimpered so meekly as he felt the now familiar warm, glowing pulsations of her breasts around his smothered face, losing one more level, then another one as those wonderfulmelons wobbled and squished gently around him.

He would desperately want to pull back and stop it but, in his weary state, one hand tenderly cupped behind his head is easily enough for Auphemia to hold her pampered, drained little knight nice and deep in her bosom where he belongs.

Auphemia couldn't help but chuckle to herself, feeling how completely powerless the boy knight was against her in this battle of theirs. It could barely be considered one as she was playing with him at this point, her combative style now replaced by her more teasing and absorbing form.

After a bit of time keeping him trapped in her bosom, the busty mistress would begin to bring him once again to a nearby corner, pressing him against it for a second to drain two more levels before pulling his face out of her boobs. "So then Andy-kun, see why I'm as renowned of a fighter as I am?"

Andy was easily guided to the corner, his weakened form entrusted to the bosomy embrace of Auphemia as she kept absorbing him in such tender cuddly way, draining him of both his air supply and his levels while he mumbled faintly in the warm pillowy hug of her breasts.

When his head was finally pulled back from her embrace, his face released from her cleavage as he gasped with a cute boob-drunk face, the poor baby-hero was too weak and groggy to possibly respond anything coherent.
"Fuuahhnn... n-noot... I... f-fightnnhh... @///@".
The grand hero was nothing but a cute sleepy thing there.

"Already tired Andy-kun? Well we can't have that, can we?" Auphemia would say, giggling at his mumbling with a seductive smile. After her humor was situated, the busty mistress would move to pick the boy up, setting him into a tree of woe in the corner and trapping his legs with the ropes.

Once he was set, the mistress would then move forward to entrap his boyhood with her massive bosom, starting a paizuri on the knight in his vulnerable position. "Nothing says like energy like a good paizuri I say. At least, it works great for me." She'd taunt once again erotically playing with Andy.

Andy's spiritual pressure skills would allow him to recover part of his strenght, if he was given a moment to recover, and not to many sensuous distractions messing up his ability to focus. But that was clearly not happening anytime soon, with Auphemia happily holding him in her holds, enjoying every moment with her cute, overpowered little knight.

Easily picked up (at Auphemia's current levels of strenght it was probably like picking up a baby) and turned upside down into a tree of woe entrapment, Andy would groan faintly, struggling weakly to get out but having very little strenght to try, and even less chances to succeed.

"Ooohh d-dam it.. nnghh 0///0", He groaned faintly at the now familiar feel of Auphemia's large breasts softly and sensually enveloping his cock into their amorous embrace.. treated to the extra-tease of her wriggling butt right over his face, in her more than skimpy attire.

Auphemia would giggle humorously at the boy’s groggy responses, her control over him already more than solidified in their so called “match”. And as she stroked and squeezed his boyhood more inbetween her massive melons, she’d be sure his sight was focused on her rear, gently swaying it to further tease him in her grasp.

Treating a boy like him as her plaything would be more than a treat, especially with the attempts at fighting back to squish with her overwhelming curves. An example shown now as she erotically toyed with him in the corner, her bosom providing a heavenly touch to the devilish intent behind the move.

Andy moaned and shuddered with each playful squeeze from Auphemia's enveloping breasts. The marshmallow-soft squeeze felt heavenly around his throbbing, increasingly sensitive shaft, weakening his resolve and numbing his mind with pleasure to make him completely fall under Auphemia's spell.

Still, the brave young male was not willing to pledge to the busty mistress yet, as she could tell from the pleasurable touch of his hands on her smooth ass:

"Fuuuhhh... t-tooo gooood... ahhn~ I mean... l-let go... @///@"
Even with the stolen HP and levels making Auphemia vastly stronger than him, Andrew was still acting like the valiant knight that he was, trying with all his not-so-impressive might to push her off.
Though, his chivalrous defiance was probably just serving as further enterteinment for the sexy and powerful busty lady at this point.

“Oh, trying to break free?” Auphemia would tease, feeling his weak struggles as she used her womanly curves to further pacify him. “Well if you’re going to get out, you’ll have to do it by yourself.” Emphasizing her pooint, the busty mistress would preform an extra long squeeze of her breasts, making sure to put Andy to the absolute limit ophis boyhood could handle before stopping.

She’d leave him in the delicate spot of being right at the verge of climax, wanting to taunt him as she’d wrap her legs around his head to keep him in place while her bosom stopped rubbing and squeezing his sex. “Well then, I’ll give you a bit of time to try and escape. Show me what you can do, Andy-kun.”

Held upside down in Auphemia's erotic tree-of-woe with his his boyhood squeezed tight in the marshmallow-vice of her breasts to keep his mind weak, and his head nestled inbetween her hefty thighs and hips to restrict his movements in a cuddly womanly way, Andy would have little chance to escape even with his starting levels of strenght.

But in his drained state with Lady Auphemia empowered by his own stolen levels, this was just an enterteining game for the busty young noblewoman.
Nonetheless, his easily irritated fighting spirit was nudged into a renewed struggle by her teasing words and actions.

"Unnghhfff.... I won't allow you to ahhnn~ t-toy with a Sacred Knight... fuuhh... @///@".
Andy started squirming around inbetween her warm thighs and and pawing at her curvy hips, groaning and moaning as his cock was still nestled in Auphemia's cleavage, kept in a constant edging state from just being bounced inthere along with his pityful struggles.

“You say that, but you’ve yet to break free of any hold yet.” Auphemia would tease, feeling his struggles against her as she simple had him trapped with her curves. The boy still had plenty of spirit in fight in him, which would serve as excellent entertainment for the noblewoman. It perhaps also would mean even after his defeat more games would be had, something she’d be sure herself and maids would enjoy.

But first, she was going to have her fun here and now. So after giving him a minute or two to escape, if he hadn’t done such she would change the move she held him in. Instead of being trapped in a tree of woe, Auphemia would step back away from the corner with him still held in her clutches, his boyhood still sandwiched in her bosom as he was held upside down.

“Hope you’re ready for a real titty dropper Andy-Kuhn~” Auphemia would tease before dropping down, squeezing her breasts tight around his girth while slamming his head onto the ring’s canvas for a disastrous attempt at forcing a climax and stun on the Sacred Knight.