Bumblebee's Trip to Stansted

(Struggle -roll 16- Success)
(Rising Dragon -roll 70- Success. Down -roll 35- Fail)
(Tit Slap -roll 30- Success)

With heroic effort Yang was able to clear her mind and pull away, shattering the illusion. The brawler bit her opponent with another uppercut. Auphemia countered by slapping Yang across the face with the seductive tits that had nearly stolen her mind. Even now their squishy softness tempted her.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 20 Stamina

Yang spun in place with a dizzy, starstruck look after getting smacked by Auphemia's stellar boobs. The intense smothering session may have been over, but the impression those huge, heavenly orbs left on her wasn't. "Ffffaaa...." She panted for breath, and by now, she knew damn well that Auphemia had the better pair of tits. Both body and mind wracked with lust, Yang took a more desperate swing at the sexy, curvy mistress.

Wyvernfire Blow

(Wyvernfire Blow -roll 96, 88- Crit Success)
(Stunned)

Yang first came down like a meteorite. The overwhelming force of the blow sending Auphemia sliding back until she crashed into her own desk. "Amazing!" The noblewoman gasped as she caught her breath, blown away by the huntress's raw strength.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 16 Stamina

Yang grinned at that, and was it the clean hit she landed or the praise that had her cracking a smile? "I try." She replied with a bit of smugness, and then she went for another direct and aggressive strike. The brawler charged at Auphemia and threw two fierce, fast punches at her gorgeous face!

One-Two Strike

(One-Two Strike -roll 100, 4- 1 Crit Success, 1 Success)
(Stunned)

Now that she was back in her groove Yang was unstoppable. Auphemia could only hold her arms up and try to mitigate the rain of blows the brawler sent her way.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 12 Stamina

Her bountiful breasts weren't helping her much in a straight up fistfight. And, Yang knew she couldn't win a titfight with her, so this would have to do! With Auphemia's arms up, the Huntress fainted a jab before crouching low and springing back up with a ferocious uppercut.

Rising Dragon

(Rising Dragon -roll 59- Fail)
(Tit Blast Combo -roll 37- Fail)

Auphemia saw through the feint and dodged to the side to avoid the uppercut. Despite her unconventional methods the noblewoman sure knew how to fight.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 12 Stamina

"Almost had ya, there. Kinda like how you almost had me." Yang commented as she kept her fists up. By now, her Aura was ablaze, making it seem like her normally sunny locks were radiating heat and flame. But not to worry, the books were safe, nothing would get burnt. "Here I go!" She yelled as she went for another devastating haymaker.

Wyvernfire Blow

(Wyvernfire Blow -roll 84, 23- Success)
(Tit Paradise -roll 53- Fail)

Yang staggered Auphemia with another knockout blow. If the busty noblewoman wasn't so tough the whole thing would already be over.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 8 Stamina

If Yang kept this hot streak up, she'd win, she knew it. Those tempting titties held no sway over her if Auphemia couldn't use her big titty martial arts. Still, she was still standing after some nasty hits... maybe she had to change tactics to seal the deal.

7 minutes in Heaven

(7 Minutes in Heaven -roll 2- Success)
(Struggle -roll 100- Success)
(Tit Drain -roll 99- Fail)

With how staggered Auphemia was, it proved easy for Yang to guide the noblewoman to rest against her breasts. But she quickly came to her senses and pushed away. It seemed Yang's boobs hadn't broken her yet.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 5 Stamina

"What's the matter? You'll give a breast smother but won't accept one? Don't be such a bad sport... and it's kinda hot in here, I hope you'll excuse me for this~" Yang teased, idly trailing a finger beneath her tube top before pulling it right off and revealing her breasts in one fluid motion for Auphemia to be tempted by.

Too Sexy for This

(You can decide how Auphemia reacts to this, if you think the instant ko isn't fitting.)

(Too Sexy for This -Auto- Success. Roll -roll 86- Fail)
(Tit Drain -roll 99- Fail)

Auphemia licked her lips as she admired Yang's exposed girls. The huntress had a great rack on her. She'd for right in amongst the maids. The Mistress of Stansted lost herself for a moment in the fantasy of Yang wearing one of the manor's indulgent pink maid uniforms.

Yang: 7 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura
Lady Auphemia: 4 Stamina

Yang didn't know what Auphemia was thinking. She figured that look on her face meant she was itching to feel more of her tits. But... Yang felt that after all that happened so far, her ladyship deserved a little more teasing. "And do you like what you see?" She sent the question right back to the mistress, leaning forward a bit and giving her naked girls a single, teasing press.

Yang could've tried to end this fight, but she was getting cocky. If only there was a devastating mistress who could punish her for it.

Marvelous Suns

(Marvelous Suns -roll 93- Fail)
(Tit Paradise -roll 34- Success)

"I sure like what I see. And I hope you like what you feel." The noblewoman purred in response, striding forth and pressing her own sizable tits against Yang's once more. Their boobs squishing together and filling Yang's sensitive girls with all sorts of pleasing sensations.

Yang: 5 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura + Defense Down 0/2
Lady Auphemia: 4 Stamina

Yang froze up again, and with her own breasts exposed, the feeling of Auphemia's satin dress perfectly filled out by her titanic tits rubbing against her chest was a little too much to bear. A lot too much. All that momentum Yang built up, but it seemed like she wanted to give it up at the first chance to indulge in Auphemia's tits. "I love what I feel~" The slutty Huntress confessed as she got a little more hooked on the noblewoman's enthralling embrace.

Pass

(Pass)
(Evil Eye Temptation -roll 33, 71- Fail)

"Then now about you relax and let my tits take you to heaven." Auphemia said as her boobs relentlessly teased the horny huntress.

Yang: 5 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura + Defense Down 1/2
Lady Auphemia: 4 Stamina

Yang shivered as the temptation grew impossibly strong, every roll and rub of Auphemia's boobs made her womanhood hot and wet. Titty heaven sounded so good right now.... dare she try to resist this?

Booby Bump

(I wouldn't fault you if you fudged numbers here, I can see a lot of fun ways this ends)

(Booby Bump -roll 88- Crit Success)
(Tit Slap: Modified -roll 6- Success)

The two were quickly losing all self-control. Their bountiful bosoms squishing together as they reveled in the unrivaled pleasure of each other's sensual forms.

Yang: 1 Willpower + 5 Ammo + Aura + Defense Down 2/2
Lady Auphemia: 1 Stamina

(What do you say about calling this one a draw? The dice certainly seem to want it.)

Yang's self control just... snapped. Feeling Auphemia's huge, soft, superior tits smothering and dominating her own was addicting~ Her moans started again, her body moving on its own to offer her chest as tribute to Mistress of Tits and a hand reaching down to start masturbating again. If Auphemia could hold her nerve, she could finish Yang in climactic fashion.

Booby Bump

(Sure. Maybe one last roll to see who cums first so there's a technical winner, or they could both lose and both owe each other a command)

(Winner -roll 8- Yang)

As Yang succumbed to her desires, Auphemia did the same. The two of them pleasuring themselves as they mashed their tits together in a desperate search for stimulation. The two horny tit-lovers came almost simultaneously, but Auphemia succumbed first by a matter of seconds. They were both left drained, horny, and eager for more.

(Yang is the Winner!)

In the blur of pleasure, neither of them were likely to notice who came first. Luckily, Blake was there, watching the whole thing....... committing it to memory.... good thing they were too focused on each other to notice her right now.

"I didn't know it was possible for boobs to be as perfect as yours~~" Yang moaned as she orgasmed from feeling Auphemia's unbeatable boobs in stunning detail. She was totally hooked on the sensation of the mistress's chest overwhelming and outclassing her own by now. It was only rivaled by being smothered between three sets of her breasts at once. And... being the naturally submissive pervert she was... "Mmmm... show me some more of these martial arts~" Yang told Auphemia as a hand of hers wandered to grope the mistress's endless titflesh.

"I don't mean to brag. But my girls are pretty great." Auphemia chuckled. The noblewoman let out a gutteral moan as Yang's hands sank into her soft, yielding orbs and got a good feel for their stunning perfection. "You're not half bad yourself." She added, reaching out to give Yang's naked girls a squeeze. Lady Auphemia was impressed with both Yang's prowess as a fighter and her skill as a tease. The two huntresses would definitely be on the short list the next time she needed a pair of adventurers to solve a problem. "So referee. Who won?" The noblewoman asked Blake. Speaking the last word in her most sensual tone as she squeezed her chest against Yang's again to cause their tempting titflesh to overflow before Blake's eyes.

Yang got a nice feel of Auphemia's boobs, but she wanted more. It wasn't enough to live up to that busty prison she was trapped in. While Auphemia spoke to Blake, she haphazardly stuffed her face into the Lady's tits and smothered herself between them, craving all that her breasts could offer.

Blake was very noticeably flustered and aroused, but, for obvious reasons, she never took her eyes off of their fight. Which meant she knew exactly who won. "W-well, Lady Auphemia, you climaxed first...." She stated, before getting an idea that'd likely please the both of them. "But if you ask me, you both lost to each other, so you both owe each other a command." Blake ruled, having a feeling that they wouldn't mind the arrangement. Especially not Yang who was motorboating her ladyship's heavenly mounds.

"I like the sound of that. What do you say Yang! Shall we call this one a mutual defeat?" Auphemia asked the horny huntress. The noblewoman encouraged Yang to accept by bouncing, squeezing, and rolling her tits around the huntress's head in slow, seductive motions guaranteed to melt even the strongest of wills. Giving Yang a taste of all the ways Auphemia's divine bosom could blow her mind while letting Blake enjoy the sight of her busty partner being dominated by the finest tits around.