Toshiro Vs Demon Queen Yiaruu - Complete

Pulled face first into the plump, enveloping softness of Yiaruu's butt, Toshiro was effectively incapacitated to use disrespectful words again.. Or to say anything at all!

"M-mnffhh.. mffh..".
Writhing around in smothered panic, the petite shinigami would soon start to flail around even more urgently at feeling his crotch getting squished into soft loveliness too.

"Mnnfhh..?! Bluubbb.. @///@"

“Struggle all you want, it makes your defeat all the same.” Yiaruu commented, her magically enhanced body having no trouble with the young shinigami as she remained on top of him. And as he squirmed hopelessly for an escape, her lovely rear would prevent his chance to breath, making the struggles more damaging to him than helpful.

However he had little choice, as the busty demoness would begin to move her soft bosom forward and back, letting Toshiro feel their warmth as they sandwiched his boyhood. She’d keep the pattern slow, using the current position to rather get him hard again than anything too draining. Yet.

Toshiro's utterly emarrassed writhing around couldn't do moch more than entertein the curvaceous demoness, her plump derriére easily following each wriggling of his head, allowing him no free air.

What was worse, his young body couldn't deny its male instincts, growing an ever more throbbing erection with each new squeeze from her soft melons around its girth. The slow seductive pattern was making it the most humiliating for the shinigami-boy, gradually building up his arousal until he was edging in delirious helplessness.
"M-Mnnghfff... @///@".

Feeling Toshiro’s body react to his listful desires was all the more enjoyable to the Demon Queen as time went on, his resistance fading as her bosom edged him on to where he’d feel himself become unable to resist her charms. But just as he would either succumb to the lack of air or his building climax, Yiaruu would just stop.

Releasing his head, she would temporarily suspend herself in the air, keeping her body just above him as he likely wished to recover. “How humiliating it must be, losing because of your instincts. Truly a pitiful weakness for your sex.” She’d say, looking to his erection before smirking.

When she detected he had gotten enough air again, Yiaruu would surprise him by rising high up before preforming a hip drop, planting her derrière firmly on his face with enough force to lift part of his body. And when it did, she’d then trap his legs underneath her arms for a unique pin, pulling his waist close enough to once again sandwich his virility between her massive breasts.

Released at mere seconds from a shameful climax, and a most probable consequent KO, Toshiro was definitely in need of this unexpected chance to take some eager lungfuls of free air. But, it was not like his predicament was going to improve anytime soon.

Once she had deemed him lively enough, Toshiro had only the time for a desperate groan before she butt-dropped herself back onto his face, trapping the petite shinigami into a perfectly executed matchbox pin.

"M-Mnnfhhh..mblurrbb.. ! @///@".
Immobilized with his face hugged by her plump buttcheeks and his legs locked under her armpits, all Toshiro could do was writhing around ineffectively and making nice muffled sounds of flustered despair, that Yiaruu would most likely appreciate.

Once again Toshiro was struggling, and once again Yiaruu was personally enjoying his inability to free himself from her relentless holds. The pleasure she got from dominating the shinigami was unlike anything she experienced in her previous form, the satisfaction was much greater now than she hoped to imagine.

With him now trapped again, the busty demoness would begin to move her hips from side to side, rubbing his face around playfully to demonstrate his inability to fight back. But that wouldn’t be the only source of it, as he’d then feel her chest begin to swing from side to side, smacking his eager boyhood left and right in an embarrassing round of breast boxing.

Yiaruu was starting to thoroughly enjoying her womanly domination over Toshiro, proved by how she didn't miss the chsnce to literally rub her supriority over his smothered face, rolling his head around with the wiggling of her hips.

Of course, Toshiro's sensation were diametrically opposite, helplessy toyed as he was under her suffocating pin.
But, that was just one side of his distress, as the playful demoness started to smack around his boyhood inbetween her huge soft melons, eliciting more muffled groans from the humiliated shinigami, whose virility was now twitching hopelessly between her breasts.
"Mnnfhhh...! Blubb... >///<

“What’s the matter shinigami? Is that all you’ve got?” Yiaruu would taunt, feeling both Toshiro’s moaning against her rear and his boyhood twitching in her breasts’ captivity. A rather rhetorical question, as she had him overmatched easily in raw strength and magic control. But it certainly made for excellent mental fodder to further toy with him.

And she’d be sure to demonstrate that, her hips moving ever slower to rub his face. And her breasts wouldn’t show any remorse as the busty demoness continued to smack his virility back and forth. The parody of a boxing match was heavily one-sided, a perfect reflection of their current “battle” as the Demon Queen demonstrated her superiority without any effort.

Yiaruu's words were barely audible from Toshiro's unfirtunate position underneath her smothering rear, but still enough to nudge the level-drained shinigami into more futile struggles that would only add to her joy.

Bullied by her enormous breasts, his boyhood was swollen and close to splurt out again into defeat, but the boy's lungs seemed to near their limit even faster, as the curvy demon coukd tell from the slowing down of Toshiro's sleepy resistance under the slow, hypnotic rocking of her hips.

“Hmmm, it seems it nearly is.” Yiaruu would hum, looking behind her to his smothered face, her impressive display of breast boxing not stopping as she did. “It seems that draining you at the same time as sexually dominating you is taking away too much of the fight. Or perhaps I’m simply taking too much away.”

The Ddemon Queen’s muttering came as more the need to wonder, rather than ask an effective question. Although it wouldn’t matter to the busty Queen, as her breasts’ draining spell would further drain away at his limited levels. And before long, she’d begin to swing her chest more and more heavily, pushingnhim further to his climatic end. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. But for now...” She’d say, licking her lips in excitement. “Let’s see if I can drain a large amount of your levels through your sexual surrender.