Note: This is a continuation of the fics "Solitude", "Beginning", and
"Sensitive" I wrote a while back.  If you don't remember them, I don't
think they're archived anywhere... I'll hopefully have them on a webpage
sooner than later (as later has already come and gone... one can only
loop back around to sooner).   
The basic gist is that Akane got drunk and realized she loves Ranma.
Ranma is thoroughly confused by this fact and is at a loss to come to
terms with the suddenly loving Akane.  Ukyou was pissed.  Kunou was
smote.  Life goes on....

Warning: Lemon Content Ahead

PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
Tormented
Part Four of the One Word Series (yes, I decided it needs a name)

     The crowd had dissipated, as the fight had ended.  Most people were
upset, as Ranma had taken Kunou out with even more haste then usual.              
     Ranma, for his part, was looking around frantically for someone
else to take on.  He had not had nearly enough of his stress relieved.
His eyes met Akane's, and that freakishly loving smile was lobbed in his
direction.  His fists balled up, and a small trickle of blood rolled
out. Fight... he needed a fight... craved a fight.  If a person didn't
get in his personal space in less then three seconds the consequences
would not be fit for the young.              
     Ranma's friends, Hiroshi and Daisuke, saw the look in the Martial
Artist's eyes and bravely turned tail.              
     "OH HO HO HO HO... urk...."
     Clapping his hands together, Ranma sighed with relief.  Stepping
over Kodachi's prone form, he began the trip back to Akane and Ukyou.
Although Akane still wore that smile, which so perfectly reflected
Ukyou's own, he felt he could deal with it, for now.              
     "Well, sugar," Ukyou began, "it seems Ran-chan's finally come
around."            
     Akane nodded in response, her eyes not leaving the only object of
her desires.         
     "This means we are enemies again." Ukyou finished.
     "Don't come between us." was all Akane said in reply.  It was
spoken with such an icy certainty that even Ukyou couldn't retort.      
     Not to say that she was at all defeated.  "Ran-chan!" she cried
happily as her prize stalion came within earshot.  She jumped up and
down while waving joyfully.      
     Akane spared Ukyou a glance, then smirked.  Turning back to Ranma
she began to jump as well, waving every bit as merrily as her
competitor.  However, thanks to the chef's rather curious undergarments,
Akane's efforts were much more... rewarding... to the viewer.
Ranma's eyes tapped into the body's martial skill and pulled the "bob
and weave" technique of taking in all too much bouncy female flesh.
Parts of his anatomy were beginning to grow uncomfortable.  His male
instinct told him this was not a wholly bad thing.  His survival
instinct was screaming at the top of its rather substantial lungs to get
the hell out of dodge before the uncomfortable feeling became even more
so.      
     Akane stopped hopping.  One thing Ukyou's Ayanami-wear did was make
it much more pleasant to jostle certain items continuously.  Anyway, she
didn't want them to hurt if Ranma decided to suddenly grow a pair and
place his hands on them.  She felt herself grow warmer just thinking
about it.  She wanted to touch... and she wanted to... and there...
and....
     "Akane?" Ranma asked, noticing that his fiancee had suddenly begun
to look terribly ill.  Her face was bright red and sweat was forming on
her brow.  As well, she looked distant and her breathing was labored.
"Akane?  Are you okay?"  He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her
slightly.      
     The sudden contact with the man of her current daydreams and the
shaking sent her completely over the edge.        
     Ukyou and Ranma watched worridly as Akane convulsed and moaned,
then fell forward into Ranma's arms.  She caught her breath and threw a
sultry look up at him.  "You were good," she whispered, draging out the
o's so far she almost ran out of air before finishing the sentance.      
     Ranma blinked, entirely non-plussed.  He sent a glance to Ukyou,
who looked displeased but simply shrugged in response.  "Beats me,
Ran-chan... I think Akane may be loosing it."           Akane flung a
few daggers toward her enemy, which were deflected neatly by a return
volley.  She took solace in the fact that she was the one currently
being held by Ranma.  The feel of his strong muscles encasing her body
was almost too much for her.  She needed him... badly.  After seventeen
years of virginity, it was seriously time to reconsider her standpoint.
Involuntarily, her hips began to gyrate against his.      
     Ranma cursed silently as his brain once again slammed a hammer
against the small window of his Mind's Eye that read "In Case of
Emergency, Break Glass".  In the resulting shutdown, his instinctual
sub-routine kicked in, and his hips followed Akane's.  The action
brought with it an interesting sensation, one that had never been felt
before.  Unfortunately, the current tenant was asleep and could not
review the matter for further consideration.        
     Ukyou, on the other hand, was fully aware of her surroundings.  She
was also aware of the rather lewd display the two before her were
making.  Under most circumstances it wouldn't have bothered her... she
considered herself open-minded.  Thing was, the girl she could see...
the guy....  "Ran-chan!  You jerk!"      
     It's amazing how fast a spatula the size of a good size TV can
travel when given the proper motivation.  The air pressure actually
knocked Ranma unconscious before the metal made sure he'd stay that way
for a good, long period of time.  Akane was thrown backward by the
resulting whiplash.  Indignant, she brushed herself off and straightened
her skirt, which had begun to ride upward.  "Ukyou... I told you...."
she growled, then leapt toward the startled cook.      
     Caught totally off-guard, Ukyou stook little chance against the
seemingly possessed Tendou.  Wouldn't be the first time, she noted with
some amusement as she greeted the place of Happy Fish, which to those
who remained cognizant was known as "the ground".    
     Akane exhaled slowly, the fire leaving her eyes.  That felt so
good... yet she remained horny.  Only one thing could resolve that.  Her
head turned to Ranma, and she was suddenly glad he was snoozing
peacefully.  Made him much easier to transport to a secluded location
and find out what lay on the other side of innocence.  A feral grin
appeared on her lips and she hefted her prize, then ran off the field.
School could wait, more... important... things beckoned.
     Gosunkugi stepped out from behind the tree he had been hiding his
presence with.  He stared at the scene before him.  Ukyou, Kodachi, and
Kunou all lay sprawled on the ground with not an ounce of consciousness
between them.  Blinking a few times, he glanced down at his camera.
Then, he took in the scene again... then his camera... the scene... his
camera....
     A small smile appeared on the wisp of a young man's face.
     Now almost a mile away, Akane made her way into the Tendou home.
Once again, everyone was gone.  It seemed to be a normal occurance
nowadays, as if the rest of the family expected something to happen in
their absence.  "Wouldn't want to disappoint," she whispered to the
empty house as she laid Ranma down on her bed.  
     Stepping back, Akane took a moment to admire the view.  Ranma was
snoring peacefully, his arm thrown over his head rather cutely.  By the
look of his silk pants, he was sporting a rather large erection.  Even
through the material it looked too big to fit in her.  Intrigued, she
moved forward and laid a tentative hand on it.  The bulge was hot to the
touch, and she marveled at how it felt to slide her fingers over it.  
     She shot her hand back when it jumped slightly, as if reacting to
her administrations.  A giggle escaped her lips as it hopped again.  A
flick of her wrist undid the tie keeping his pants around his waist.  A
slight pull at the crotch brought the head of his penis in view.  It was
dark and rounded, a bit different then the illustrations in her text
books.  She wrapped her fingers around it lightly and tickled the
underside where a small amount of skin seemed to keep the end attached
to the shaft.  
     Ranma squirmed and threw his arm off to the side.  He was dreaming,
of Akane, her lips wrapped around him.  The feeling was beyond compare,
and he knew if she kept going he would loose it completely.  "Akane," he
moaned softly.
     Akane jumped lightly, and electricity traveled up her spine.  She
looked up at Ranma, only to find him still snoring, though a bit more
labored then previously.  She assumed that he must be dreaming about
her.  This caused her to ache anew in certain places that were demanding
sudden attention.  Her fingers made their way under her skirt and moved
her already dripping panties aside.  At the first contact with her moist
passion she almost collapsed onto the bed.  Her eyes closed and she
pulled Ranma's pants down farther as she rubbed away at her most tender
of parts.  
     The lubrication was flowing freely as her eyes opened once again,
to find herself laying cheek set against Ranma's full and throbbing
manhood.  As another wave of energy washed through her, a sudden urge
came to her.  She wanted to know what he tasted like... and it was so
easy to flick her tongue out and run it along the side of his shaft.  It
felt slightly ridged, and tasted of persperation.  Bringing her lips to
bear, she started running them along him, allowing saliva to build up.
He was now almost sparkling in the afternoon light, which shone in
through her open window.  The exposure and Spring air only proved to
further highten her experience.  
     Ranma grunted, and in his dream he wasn't going to last much
longer.  He could feel the tension building inside himself, and he
desperately wanted to warn Akane.  However, for some reason every time
he opened his mouth to tell her, no sound came out.  So, he simply shut
his eyes and gritted his teeth.  The point of no return had been
crossed.
     Akane was going to come, and was going to come hard.  A finger had
easily been slipped inside herself, and she imagined it to be Ranma as
her mouth completely engulfed his engorged head.  She sucked on the end
vigorously while continuing her own stimulation.  The feeling was
building, rising to an amazing crecendo, one that she had never reached
before by herself.  
     Ranma's pulse raced, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt
himself loose control.  A tight pleasurable pain emptied out of himself
as he shot load after load into Akane's mouth.  It was like absolutely
nothing ever felt previously, as a man or woman.  
     Akane startled slightly when she suddenly found herself with a
mouth full of a warm, goey substance.  Then, she realized what it was
and tried her best to swallow it all.  It went down rather easily,
though she couldn't say she cared terribly for the taste.  At that
moment though, her own orgasm hit with the force of a thousand tidle
waves, and she simply sucked all the harder, milking him for all he was
worth.  After a few moments she pulled her hand out of her crotch and
took Ranma's member from her mouth with it.  She rubbed some of her
juices along him as he grew soft.  She sighed contentedly as his
breathing became more steady.  
     After a few moments, Akane stood up once more and pulled Ranma's
pants back up and tied them in place.  She felt as though she needed a
bath, so she set herself as best she could and headed out of her room.
So no one would bother Ranma, she closed the door behind her.
     Ranma came awake at the sound of the door being shut.  He blinked a
few times, then looked down at his crotch.  A sigh escaped his lips as
everything seemed in order.  Then, he looked around, and was surprised
to notice that he was in Akane's room.  He had no idea how he had gotten
there, but his head was killing him.  It was as if she had drug him home
by his ankles, managing to hit him against every rock from school to
home.  He laid back again and shut his eyes, as it helped stop the
throbbing in his temples, and prolonged the image of Akane, sucking him
off.
     He grinned as he thought of trying it for real sometime.
END Part Four
Whoa... no, no I did not figure this to turn into a full blown lemon.
Not one damn clue.  It's been quite a time since I've done one though,
so perhaps it was due.  As a result I was rather out of practice... so
any comments would be appreciated.  However, no OOC stuff... this is not
meant to be IC, and the previous parts explain somewhat why Akane
especially is acting as she is.  I figure I'll probably work more on
this... though as with the last time I don't know when.  Whenever I am
stuck on other stuff and just want to write... that's what this series
was originally created as... every part seems to be a short story of its
own, following a major plot line.  
Thanks for reading,
PMasters (1-29-99)

"I'm only holding back the rain.  So many raindrops, so many pains.  I
want to find my train someday.  As seasons go past the station." - Tokyo
Babylon OVA 1
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