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            Addiction pt 4.5  "The seduction of Kasumi."

    Ranma looked annoyed at Kasumi's refusal to believe his profession
of love. "Kasumi, I really am in love with you, but it looks like I'm
going to have to prove it to you... Ranma turned further toward her,
facing Kasumi directly. "Kasumi, since you're an Amazon now, I have to
defeat you to marry you, right?"

    Kasumi just blinked. "What? Ranma...?"

    Ranma grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Kasumi to the floor in
one smooth movement, keeping her from hitting the
floor at the last second and gently pinning her there.

    Ranma held Kasumi down with his body, holding her arms above her
head with one hand, using the other to prop himself up
a bit so he didn't lean on her too heavily. "There, Kasumi, do you
surrender?  Have I beaten you?"

    Kasumi looked up into his eyes, her heart hammering like a
jackhammer, her breath coming quickly in excitement. She nodded quickly,
her eyes looking like a trapped doe's. "Ranma... does this mean we're
married?"

    Ranma nodded faintly, trying not to let her bodies lush curves,
trapped beneath him, get him too excited. Kasumi broke into a brilliant
smile and impulsively kissed him on the lips. Ranma froze, torn between
a sudden urge to jump away and a surge of
lust at their current situation.

    It was his concern Kasumi's feelings that broke the tie. <If I run
away now, Kasumi will think I don't really feel attracted to her, she'll
be hurt.> That was more than enough, Ranma began kissing her back,
passionately. Kasumi slipped him her tongue and Ranma hesitated only a
moment before responding in kind.

    Kasumi's thoughts were whirling. < He loves me! Ranma really loves
me? Isn't this wrong? No, we're married it can't be wrong... oh it feels
so... so... except I want to do more for him.> Kasumi tried to move her
arms, which Ranma still had pinned
over her head.

    Ranma, feeling her slight struggles, released her arms and pushed
himself up, breaking their kiss. "Kasumi, it's the hypnosis... I
think... I mean, I do want to... do this... it's just..."

    Kasumi smiled softly, feeling part of Ranma pressing against her
hip. <He really does want me. Ranma just doesn't wish to
force me. > "Ranma, don't worry... we've already done this... we've done
this... we're married... it's alright." Kasumi began to
unbutton her blouse. "Ranma, won't you be a bit... uncomfortable... if
we stop now? I don't want that.  Please make yourself
comfortable..." Kasumi opened her shirt to him, then started unhooking
her bra.  "Please... do as you wish." She felt the
hardness against her leg grow larger and harder, and heard Ranma's
intake of breath as she bared her breasts to him.

    Ranma's eyes were wide. "Kasumi... I..."

    Kasumi reached up to his shirt, and started slowly undoing the
buttons. "Ranma, you must feel... constricted... why don't you
take off your pants... you'll feel much more comfortable." Kasumi
blushed bright red. "Oh my... did I say that out loud?"
Automatically, Kasumi's hands finished unbuttoning Ranma's shirt, and
moved down to his pants. She continued blushing, but
didn't stop what she was doing. "Ranma, do you want me to stop?" Kasumi
loosened the drawstring on his pants and pushed
them down several inches. She stopped then as Ranma was still lying on
top of her, his weight on his legs and hips, preventing
her from doing more. Kasumi started slipping out of her blouse's
sleeves, still looking questioningly up at him.

    Ranma looked back at her incredulously. Kasumi lay beneath him, her
chest bare, actively undressing both of them, her primary goal to make
sure he was satisfied and comfortable. <Is this really Kasumi?  She's
like some sort of fiery temptress... not anything like the Kasumi I
know.> As she finished removing  her blouse and bra, Kasumi carefully
folded them to one side, all the while looking passionately up at him.
Ranma realized. <This is Kasumi, caring, compassionate, thinking of
others before herself. This is Kasumi, and that's what I love about her.

    Ranma allowed Kasumi to remove his shirt entirely, smiling fondly
down at her.  "Kasumi... don't ever change... I love you, just the way
you are."

    Kasumi smiled back warmly. "Oh Ranma! That's so sweet. Thank you."
She moved her hands to Ranma's pants again, looking questioningly at him
once more.

    Ranma lifted himself off her a few inches, so she could push his
pants down, then his boxers. When his manhood was free it
sprung into her leg and pressed against her. Kasumi took it in her hand
and gently stroked it. Ranma moaned a bit, resisting
the sudden urge to pump her hips. He held himself up with one hand while
pulling his pants and boxers down past his knees
with the other.

    Kasumi's mouth formed an O as she looked at his engorged member.
"Oh... oh my... Ranma dear, should I remove the rest of my clothing?"

    He swallowed. "Um..."

    Kasumi nodded. "Just a moment." She lifted her rear end an inch off
the floor and quickly slipped off her skirt and panties.
Ranma kicked off his own pants and boxers, and Kasumi pulled off her
house slippers with her toes. Ranma continued to
hold himself just off her, centimeters away, holding himself up with one
hand in an unconscious display of strength and balance. Slowly, Kasumi
spread her legs and took gentle hold of his manhood again. She felt
between her legs for her nether lips and spread them with two fingers.
She was already wet from anticipation. Wordlessly, she guided him in.

    Ranma's eyes went wide. "K-Kasumi... I..." She smiled gently. "Shh.
This is what I want, what I need, and you need it too, don't you?"

    Ranma nodded shakily, lowering himself unto her slowly. "Yes, yes,
Kasumi. Oh yes."  Kasumi arched her back as he entered her, making
little cooing sounds as his member filled her. When he was fully in, his
weight fully upon her, Kasumi gently took his hand, guiding it to her
breast.  Ranma cupped her breast gently and fondled her.  Kasumi started
showing him what to do, but he already seemed to know.

    Her breath shaky, Kasumi was quick to praise him. "Oh Ranma! You are
very good at that!"

    Ranma blushed. "I kinda... after that night, I practiced a bit... on
myself.  The dreams... it made them easier to ignore..."

    Kasumi smiled in understanding. "I'm glad. It's good for a husband
to know how to properly please his wife."

    Ranma nodded, and slowly began pulling back, then pushed in again.

    Kasumi cooed in pleasure once more. "Oh Ranma! You most certainly...
ooh!  Know how to... ooohh!... please... aaahhhh!"

    Ranma had a rhythm going now, his hips pumping slowly forward and
back, very slowly increasing in speed and strength.
Kasumi's words had brought his ego to the fore. He used everything he
knew about the female body to make her words true.
Ranma played her breasts like an instrument, Kasumi's voice letting him
know when he was hitting the right notes. Kasumi
encouraged him enthusiastically, wanting to make this moment perfect for
Ranma. She was surprised and elated at how well
he was doing.

    Ranma's body apparently remembered what his mind did not. With
Ranma, it only took a few tries to perfect a new technique, any
technique. The pig tailed martial artist had gotten lots of 'practice'
on that night last month, hours and hours of it. His conscious mind had
only remembered it in dreams, but his body had not forgotten a thing.
With a sweet, fluttering moan, Kasumi climaxed.

    Ranma came as well in response, crying out with the incredible
sweetness of the moment. "K-Kasumi!"

    Savoring the aftermath of their energetic lovemaking, Akane and Ukyo
both looked up at the same time, faintly hearing Ranma crying out
Kasumi's name.

    Akane blinked. "They didn't!"

    Ukyo glanced bemusedly at her. "I think that they did. Heck,
girlfriend, we just did, right?"

    Akane blinked again. "Oh, yeah."

    Ukyo grinned. "Do you think Kasumi seduced him?"

    Akane looked shocked. "She wouldn't! Not Kasumi!"

    Ukyo quirked an eyebrow at her. "Oh? Do you think Ranma started it?"

    Akane nodded. "Of course he did. Probably couldn't keep his hands
off her..."  Akane started to get mad. "That pervert, he
jumped her, I'm sure of it! Poor Kasumi wouldn't do a thing to stop him
either... why that..."

    Ukyo put a hand on Akane's shoulder. "Now hold on, Akane. Ranma?
Forcing Kasumi? I don't think so. I bet you're right
about the second part though. Kasumi probably didn't resist a bit. Would
you?"

    Akane blinked, then blushed, imagining Ranma coming on to her. In
the state she was in, Akane couldn't picture herself  resisting. "No, I
guess not... I don't blame him, I guess, he must have felt like we did,
huh?"

    Ukyo nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that Kasumi's so nice, and
pretty, and kind.  Ranma just proposed to her, right? No,
doesn't surprise me a bit."

    Akane sighed. "You're right, Ukyo... I'm happy for Kasumi. I hope
Ranma took good care of her."

    Ukyo nodded in agreement once more. "Me too. Kasumi deserves the
best, but I figure Ranma did alright. I mean, remember the tape? He
certainly seemed to get the hang of it quick, eh?"

    Akane blushed some more. "I thought you were paying a lot of
attention."

    Ukyo blushed back and shrugged. "Never hurts to get some pointers."
Ukyo took a couple deep breaths to calm herself.
"Anyway, let's get out. Kasumi's probably forgotten her own name, much
less the fact that your fathers are coming home for
dinner."

    Akane screeched and shot to her feet, nearly tripping in her rush.
"Oh my god, you're right!"

    Ukyo supported Akane till she was clear of the furo, keeping her
from falling back in her haste. "Whoa, girl. Don't injure
yourself. We've still got time."

    Akane nodded and slowed down. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Plenty of
time."  She picked up a towel and started drying off.

    Ukyo got out and joined her. "Heh, we'd better drain the furo while
we're at it, or they'll notice the next time they take a bath."

    Akane nodded absently and paused to do so. Ukyo finished drying off
and together they went into the outer bath to get dressed. Together they
left the bath and headed for the living room, knowing what they would
find, but hesitant to actually
see it for themselves.

                Followed by Addicted pt 5