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Moonlight's Gift
By: TeflonBooger
Date: June 10th, 1998
( TeflonBooger@hotmail.com )
Man, AGAIN!?!? Here it is, 4:05am and your asking me to do a Lemon Fan fic
warning!?!? I'm not getting paid for this you know... What? Legal action? I
see. Blackmail? Fine. -Ahem- WARNING!!! This is a Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fanfic and
deals with many adult situation not appropriate for those under sexual (legal or
otherwise) age. Granted, if you've made it this far you'll probably be ignoring
this. Enjoy the story -- I'm going back to bed.
Forward:
This story is not relate to any others by this author. Simple enough, eh?
WARNING: Plot ahead<
"Excuse me, Sir..." Illiya queried the passer by. Her sister Senna sat on the
railing behind her examining a map, trying to fix their position. If Illiya's
long pink hair wasn't enough to attract the strangers attention, the spandex top
and high cut skirt that showed off her curves certainly did. The man stopped and
oggled a bit before regaining composure. Illiya prided herself on that effect.
"Do you know which way it is to Tokyo? We seem to be lost." She asked.
Senna pushed the map down, revealing her own exotic features to the new comer.
She shook her head, raven black braids whipping with it. "She's lost. I'm
not." She pointed, then returned to the map. A side of drool formed at the
strangers mouth.
"Oh, don't listen to her..." Illiya smiled kawaiily. "We're both lost." She
stepped closer to him, breasts only centimeters away from touching his person.
"Can YOU help us?"
All mental activity in his brain ceased due to the beautiful girls' proximity.
At most, all he found himself able to do was look into her eyes and nod. With a
bit more effort, he raised his arm, pointing down a road to the east. His face
remained a deep crimson the entire time.
"Oh, thank YOU!!" She jumped up and down, smiling brightly. The man found his
eyes riveted to her firm breasts bouncing in their spandex package. Blood began
to trickle from his nose. "Common, Senna!!" She said cheerfully and snatched a
bag from the ground.
"But I'm sure I can figure out where-OOF!!" Senna found the map whisked from her
hands and herself being dragged down the street by an all too eager Illiya.
"Ok! Ok! I'm coming!!! Hey! Let go already!!!"
The stranger watched dumbfounded as the two continued, their voices fading until
both were obscured rounding a corner. He scratched the bandanna at his head,
wondering what had just happened. With a sigh, the traveler hoisted his hiking
pack and red umbrella, setting back off in search of the Tendo Dojo.
_________________________________________________
Dishes rattled as Kasumi ran the water, dutifully carrying out the regiment of
chores that she had assumed since her mother's death so long ago. Overall, she
was content with her life at her father's Dojo, living a simple, uncomplicated
existence. And when complications did arise, the reality circuit breaker in her
head tripped and the strange events that routinely plagued the household were
instantly rationalized. She spared a glance out the window at Genma and her
father, who were playing yet another game of Shogii. Even as she watched, Genma
pointed into the sky exclaiming something. Soun looked and suddenly, another of
his pieces had disappeared from the board, much to his consternation. Kasumi
simply smiled and returned to her dishes. The clock hanging behind her chimed
four times and she mentally noted that the rest of the Dojo's residents should
be arriving home anytime now.
*SLAM!!!*
"I can't believe you said that in front of EVERYBODY!!!!" A female voice
screamed as it entered through the front door. That would be Akane, Kasumi
noted.
"It's not my fault it's true!" Ranma exclaimed defensively, setting his books on
the table.
"I don't care, you baka-pervert!" She continued to rage, "Haven't you ever heard
of TACT???"
Ranma sniffed. "Oh, you're a FINE one to be talking about tact! Besides,
everybody knows it alre-"
*WHAAM!*
The instant Dimensional Hammer Akane produced cut off his immediate retort and
the argument was carried on upstairs. Kasumi sighed. Those two will make such a
lovely couple. The sound of the door once again gained Kasumi's attention and
the new arrival stepped into her kitchen. "Hello, Nabiki. How was your day?"
Kasumi smiled, greeting her sister.
Nabiki cocked an ear, listening to the yelling that filtered from upstairs. A
dull crash sounded suddenly, making her cringe. "Oh, fine Sis. Those two at it
again?" Like she needed any confirmation. If either Ranma or Akane had a
schedule book, the time slot of 4pm would be booked solid, labeled "Fight after
school".
"Yes, those two are so silly!" Kasumi replied cheerfully.
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Silly wasn't quite what I was thinking..." She
commented as she left the kitchen. Kasumi's thoughts turned toward making
supper.
________________________________________________________
Illiya floated through the air, smiling sheepishly at her sister. "Um, well...
But this is direction he SAID we should go..."
Senna shook her head irritably. "Funny, I don't see Tokyo anywhere around
here!!! And we've been flying for a couple hours now!" Illiya produced a large
grin causing Senna to breath an exasperated sigh. She never could stay mad at
her for very long. "Mind if I look at the map NOW???" Illiya nodded yes. With a
snap, the map materialized from mid-air into her hands. "Hmmm... Now lets see...
We've been flying east for about two hours and..." Senna's voice lapsed into
mumbling as she studied the map. Illiya floated around her sister, already
bored. She scanned the ground and found a few parked cars on the side of the
road, their owners taking pictures of a temple. She smiled evilly and pointed
her finger like a pistol, singling a car out. A smallish energy ball surged from
her finger tip in a loud crack, shooting downward.
*BOOOOOM!!!!*
The car instantly evaporated in a ball of flames, sending the tourist scattering
for their lives. Illiya laughed uncontrollably at the scene she had just
created, boredom alleviated. Unfortunately, destroyed with the car was her
sister's concentration.
"WOULD YOU STOP THAT, YOU BUBBLEHEAD!?!??!" Senna yelled, bonking her on the
head. Illiya's face instantly took on a cute pouting look. "Ok, Ok, I'm
sorry..." Senna amended. The pout cleared away as fast as it appeared. "I know
we're freelance now, but you shouldn't go around attracting that kind of
attention!"
"I was just having fun!" Illiya retorted. Her sister shook her head. Who could
argue against THAT case?
"Ok, fine. Look at this then." Senna handed Illiya the map. "This is where we
are." She pointed out their location. "This is where Tokyo is." Senna drew her
finger far north of their present location. "That WANK gave us wrong
directions!!!! The only place we're close to is a town called Nerima!!!"
"How long will it take to reach Tokyo now?" Illiya asked with a bit concern.
"Another couple of hours, at least." Senna frowned.
"But I'm hungry NOW!!!" Illiya whined, clenching her fists. "I can't wait until
Tokyo!"
Senna poofed the map out of existence. "Looks like we'll be spending the night
in Nerima then." She decided. "Tokyo will have to wait until tomorrow."
"Yay!!!" Illiya exclaimed and the two floated off into the distance.
___________________________________________________________
It was dusk now and Kasumi had finished preparing dinner for the family. The
spread she had laid out done in her usual perfection, the family gathered around
the table eating. Eating, was of course, a relative term for the two Saotome's
who stuffed down every dish in front of them in their usual display of gluttony.
"Honestly Ranma," Akane glared, already on a short fuse from earlier. "do you
think you could show SOME shred of dignity at the dinner table tonight?"
Ranma chugged a spring roll. "I only do this because I don't know the next time
I'll have to endure your cooking. Better eat the good stuff while I can!" Ranma
didn't notice his Father edging away from him.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?!?" Akane bolted upright, staring at Ranma. Nabiki collected
what food she could, retreating to the living room. "Do you have something to
say about my cooking!?!??!"
"Me???" Ranma asked innocently. "No, I don't. I think your cooking speaks for
itself." Smoke began to boil from Akane's head. "IN FACT... I've held
conversations with it many times! Did you know-"
*CRAaaaK! WhaaaM! CrunCH! ThWaak!!!*
A twelve hit combo rudely interrupted Ranma's monologue as Akane's rage erupted
full force...
Illyia watched the scene from the courtyard, eyes wide with disbelief as dishes,
food and furniture were thrown violently at the guy, many impacting painfully.
"Are you SURE this is the largest concentration of aura in this town????"
Senna cringed as well, thankful that they were both invisible. The level of
violence she was witnessing through the window was extreme. The guy would be
lucky to escape with his life! "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is the house..."
Senna turned to Illiya and found her with her eyes closed, smile on her face.
She knew her sister was already feeding off the aura being emanated by the
enraged female in the house. That's my sister, The walking appetite. Senna
thought. Might as well grab a bite while I can as well. She tuned into Akane's
aura like her sister and began to siphon too. Ten minutes later, she had her
fill. Illiya, on the other hand was still feeding. Senna arched an eyebrow. "Had
enough yet, kid?"
Illiya shook her head. "Uh-uh! I'm going to suck her dry!"
Senna shrugged. "She's all yours. I'm going inside to find out what's up with
this weird house."
Genma an Soun watched as Akane chased Ranma around the house beating him with a
variety of items. Soun turned to Genma. "They DO make a nice couple, don't
they?" Senna, behind them and invisible, couldn't believe her ears. A nice
couple!?!?
"They do at that, Tendo." Genma smiled. "You get to baby-sit our grandkids!"
He laughed wickedly.
Soun considered this. Ranma's personality plus Akane's temperament... "WHAT??!?
ME!!?!? Surely you would be MUCH better for the job!"
"Oh no," Genma countered. "I wouldn't DREAM of taking that privilege from
you!!!" Senna left the clearly insane parents to investigate further.
Ranma was putting up a valiant defense against Akane's viscous lamp attack when
a quizled look broke out on her face and she stopped. Ranma peered out from
behind the sofa cushion he was using as a shield. "You OK?"
Akane set the lamp back on the table. "I don't feel like fighting anymore..."
She said as if trying to understand it herself.
Ranma put the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel like you have a
fever..." A hard look from Akane and he snatched his hands away. "Er... About
before..."
"Hmmf." She replied. "Just because I don't feel like fighting doesn't mean I'm
going to let you off the hook." With that, the fianc�e' stomped up to her room.
Senna had witnessed Akane's sudden mood swing. That would be Illiya's doing, she
thought. As if summoned by name, Illiya herself phased through a wall to stand
beside her sister, glowing with power.
"I don't feel so good..." Illiya mumbled looking to her sister for explanation.
Senna stared at her sister, who was not only glowing with power, but sensual
presence as well. "Well, off hand, I'd say her aura was too much for you." She
chuckled as her sister wobbled slightly. "Your still young, Ill. You simply
can't pack that much power away yet."
"But I've drained plenty of normal people before..." She complained. Her voiced
was slurred as if mildly tipsy.
"In case you haven't noticed, this family is FAR from normal..." Senna pointed
out. "Man, this place is trashed." Senna wandered into the dining room,
following the path of destruction to it's source. Illiya stumbled behind her.
There, she was greeted by a curious sight. In the middle of the carnage and
destruction stood a woman clearing away the mess. Senna would have guessed this
gentle looking girl to be in her mid-twenties. She watched as the girl expertly
cleared away the messes and efficiently removed stains from the carpet.
"Wow...She's good at this" Senna observed. "Must have been doing it for awhile
now... I'm curious..." She looked at Illiya. "I'm going to pop into her mind for
a bit."
"Can I come too??? Illiya jumped up and down in anticipation.
"Pllleeeeaaassseee!!!???????"
"Fine, just be good." Senna consented. The decision prompted an exuberant
"YAY!!!" from her sister. With that, both faded from existence, materializing in
Kasumi's subconscious. Around them floated visions and memories in the form of
shapeless holographic images. They all varied in size, some of them taking up a
large chunk of the dark sky, others the size of a human head. Senna turn around,
only to find her sister already starting to poke at one. "*AHEM*" Illiya
instantly froze. "LOOK but don't touch." She issued the ultimatum. The tone of
her voice told Illiya there was no contesting the rule.
"What are you looking for, anyway?" Illiya asked as the two strolled through
Kasumi's mindscape, one image after another floating by them.
"I'm not sure..." Senna mumbled as she scanned the horizon, then suddenly
smiled. "But that looks like a good place to start..." She said, pointing to an
odd looking hologram, incrusted with what could only be termed as coral.
"Repressed memory??" Illiya guessed upon sighting it.
Sometimes the kid's insight shocked her. "Yep, I'd say so." Senna agreed.
"Pretty deeply repressed by the looks of it." Without another word, she phased
through the coral barrier and into the memory itself, Illiya following close
behind.
Instantly they found themselves back in the Dojo, scene slightly esqued. Three
girls and a man sat around a dinner table while a woman served them cheerfully.
The man, Senna reasoned, was obviously a younger Soun Tendo, the three young
girls his daughters. That would make the oldest Kasumi. Her attention turned on
the woman. Mrs. Tendo? They all seemed happy as they ate together, sharing the
days events... So what had happened? Senna wondered. She exerted control of the
memory fragment, running it through fast forward. Through the young Kasumi's
eyes, she saw her mother's trips to the local hospital, few at first, steadily
increasing in frequency as time went on. Then one day, she simply didn't come
home. There were images of the funeral and of mourning- the countless hours
Kasumi spent in bed crying. Then came her vow to always honor mother through her
actions...
"Wow..." Illiya sighed as the memory played out before her. "And she's playing
her mother's role all this time..."
Senna was silent. Indeed, she thought. Years and years of repressing her own
person and happiness in her mother's honor. "I feel sorry for her..."
Illiya gaped at her sister, eyes wide. "FEEL SORRY?!?!? YOU!?!?!?!?!" Had the
situation not been as sad, she might have laughed aloud. Her sister was not
known to be too charitable with her feelings outside of immediate family.
"Yeah," She grumbled. "Tell anyone and they'll never find your body." Illiya
instantly produced a nervous smile and made a peace sign. "Lets get out of
here."
As the Tendo Household went about their nightly business, two succubus' sat on
their roof, pondering recent events in the moonlit night. "She's really gotten
to you, hasn't she?" Illiya voiced her assumption to her sister.
"Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it." Senna confirmed, breathing in the
cool night air.
"Why?" She asked curiously.
Senna stared at her nosy sister for a moment. Might as well get this over with,
she thought. If there is anything Illiya was besides a walking appetite, it was
persistent as well. She will bug me ALL night until I break down. "Maybe because
she reminds me OF me way back when..." She reflected wistfully.
This time, Illiya couldn't possibly contain her laughter. "YOU!?!? LIKE HER!?!?
WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!" She rolled over, almost rolling off the roof as well.
"She's a PANZY, Sis!!!"
"Well, becoming a succubus tends to make a person a BIT more of an extrovert
over time." She smiled at her sisters indirect compliment.
"Well, if you like her so much," Illiya began. "Why not make her one of us?"
"I'm not sure that's the wi-"
Illiya cut her off. "Why not? I think it's a great idea! Besides, I've never
seen you have feeling for a mortal like that in quiet some time!"
"Hmmm.. Maybe we sh-"
"And then I'LL have a sister! Ooooh! We'll have such fun!" Illiya was now
bouncing around excitedly. "Then we could go an-"
"ALRIGHT, ALREADY!!!" Senna interjected with force. Illiya found her smiling,
much to her relief. "I think it's a good idea too, kid."
"YAY!"
______________________________________________________
One by one the Tendo's and Saotome's went to bed, Kasumi usually being the last
as she organized things for the next day. Finally done, she walked up to her
room for a well deserved nights sleep. Kasumi slipped out of her sweater and
dress and into a nice long robe. She turned to look in the mirror one last time
only to be startled by two women in the reflection behind her.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed in classic Kasumi and spun around to indeed find two
women in her bedroom. "You must be Nabiki's friends..." She rationalized, the
reality circuit breaker in her mind slamming down full force, never mind she
didn't see the door open, let alone hear their entry.
Illiya leaned to her sister. "See? She NEEDS our help..." Senna nodded.
"We're not here to see your sister, Kasumi..." Senna stepped forward. "We're
here to see you."
Kasumi considered this. "Could it possibly wait until tomorrow? I'm about to go
to sleep."
Senna wondered what Kasumi would do in the face of a burglary at this rate.
Illiya frowned. "We have something to give you!" The Pink-Haired girl exclaimed.
"It can't wait."
Kasumi was now curious. "Oh? What would that be?"
Senna stepped up to Kasumi and put her hand on her forehead. "Your life."
A thunderbolt shot through Kasumi's mind, racing through her memories and around
her thoughts. Though she felt no pain, she could feel the bolt as it wound it's
way through her brain, finally finding it's target. The bolt struck the coral
encrusted memory block, attacking and dissolving the barriers that held it from
the rest of her mind. Finally free, memories of time since past flooded back
into her, bringing with it all the pain and joy she had felt as a child.
Senna removed her hand and stepped back. The blank, content expression that
usually inhabited Kasumi's face began to twist and contort as long suppressed
emotions rose to the surface. Her eyes glistened as they filled with tears.
Abruptly, Kasumi collapsed onto her bed, balling like a small child. Illiya move
to assist her, but Senna's arm blocked her path. "She needs to confront this on
her own."
Illiya and Senna made themselves comfortable as Kasumi spent the next hour
sobbing without reprieve, oblivious to the two women. Finally, her tears
subsided and she looked up wearily at the strangers. "I- I don't know what I
should say..." Kasumi wiped the tears from her eyes, emotions still running
high.
"Rest for a minute and let us do the talking." Senna smiled kindly. "This," She
referred to the pink haired girl, "Is my sister Illiya and my name is Senna."
Illiya bowed. "I'm sorry about the pain I might have caused you, but I HAD to do
it. I simply couldn't allow the situation you were in to continue..." Senna
frowned.
"Situation?" Kasumi questioned and then, for the first time since her mother's
death, looked on her own life with a critical eye. "Oh... I see..." A single
tear rolled down her cheek. Parts of the Kasumi that once were began to reassert
themselves, her old quirks, likes, dislikes, all began to move back to their old
stations. And as much as she had wanted to honor the memory of her Mother, she
was beginning to think that she had probably done more to dishonor it by not
being her own person. All of those years... Wasted... "What am I going to do
now???" She sniffled. "I thank you for giving me back these memories, but my
life has been a waste!" Kasumi lapsed into tears once more. "And I can never go
back to the old routine... I don't WANT to go back!"
Senna joined Kasumi on the bed, wrapping her arm around her. Illiya took the
other side. "Well shoot," Illiya huffed. "After ten years of nights like this,
NOBODY would want to go back!"
"But it's all I know how to do..." Kasumi saddened.
"That brings me to the second part of my gift..." Senna told her. "Illiya and I
are both Succubus'. We enjoy virtually limitless freedom no mortal could ever
experience. I would like to offer the same to you..."
Kasumi's frown turned to shock. "Aren't succubus... Evil???"
"Oh, we're just like you mostly!" Illiya dismissed the subject. "There are bad
and good ones alike. We just get a bad rap..."
Kasumi appeared to take the answer at face value. "Umm... What about the Um..."
"Sex?" Illiya's face brightened. Kasumi nodded timidly. "That's one of the best
parts! Tell her, sis!" Senna simply smiled and nodded. Illiya seemed to relax as
a dreamy smile drift across her face at the thought.
"I don't know..." Kasumi answered hesitantly. "This is all so sudden..." Even
though she would not admit it aloud, the idea DID sound attractive.
What Kasumi didn't know was Senna was reading her body language with ease. Every
movement she made said she was giving more merit to the idea than she was
letting on. "Tell you what. How does a trial run sound? Say, a few days as one
of us?" She had Kasumi's full attention. "If you don't like it, we can always
change you back."
Kasumi thought about the offer long and hard. It sound like a good deal. Far
better than the one she was getting now. Part of her asked, What about the
family? Her newly reawakened part replied, Heck, they're old enough. They can
fend for themselves! God forbid one of them got a JOB, she thought ruefully.
Finally, she decided. Why not. It's not as if I have much to loose anyway. "Ok.
I'll do it. What do I need to do?" Just as long as she didn't have to do any
cult sacrifice things...
"All you have to do is lie back an relax. I'll be doing all the work." Senna
explained as she stood up. Illiya leaped up to move out of the way. "Now I just
want you to let your mind drift..."
Kasumi laid back on her bed and did exactly as the Succubus advised, relaxing,
trying not to think of what had just happened. Senna folded her hands together
and concentrated on Kasumi, on her core... What MADE her female... An orange
glow surrounded her as she channeled her power into Kasumi and began to alter
her essence... It started out as a warmth all around Kasumi, like she were
immersed in a Jacuzzi. The warming continued until her brain suddenly
electrified and kicked into overdrive, thoughts, memories and emotions
presenting themselves before her at lightning speed. The hyperactivity triggered
the pleasure centers in her brain, flooding her body with hormones and
stimulating it at an astonishing rate. Little time had passed before Kasumi's
nipples had hardened and clit had tightened. Her mouth let out a low,
pleasureful moan as experience continued, Kasumi seemingly disconnected from her
own body and unable to intervene. The explosion between her legs took her by
surprise, orgasm engulfing her electrified mind like fire on gunpowder. She felt
as if her nipples had direct lines to her brain, the slightest breeze or
movement sending maximum voltage to her through her skull. Her moaning continued
as she road through trough and crest of pleasure in and endless cycle. Another
wave of passion coiled through her, ripping along her nervous system and spiking
the brain with lust. Through it all, she couldn't move a muscle save the ones
that reacted of their own accord. The third orgasm packed the most punch,
teetering Kasumi on the brink of consciousness causing her to scream between
pleasure an pain. As the last died down, the electrified sections of Kasumi's
mind returned to normal, one by one as if suffering a power outage. Finally, the
feeling of warmth that had surrounded her all throughout the process withdrew
and she once more found herself in control of her own body. Senna's glow had
also died away and Kasumi bolted upright, dizziness instantly taking hold of
her.
Illiya could only stare. "WOW..." She mouthed silently. "Was that what MINE was
like from the outside?" Senna nodded as she plopped into a chair, exhausted as
well. Illiya shook her head in disbelief.
Kasumi had found her feet now and began to take stock of herself. She didn't
need a mirror to tell her she was different now. She could FEEL it deep inside,
like a engine at high rev. The power flowing through her veins was
unmistakable, as was the sensuality she felt. The mirror only confirmed the
exterior changes... Glowing skin, luminescent hair... Everything that the
original Kasumi had, except MORE. Every step felt like she was floating on air.
And her mind seemed so clear now and the problems that had plagued her were put
in a proper perspective. She felt as if there was nothing she couldn't do.
Vision, touch, hearing... All augmented. Like making a switch from black and
white to color television. It was only a few minutes later that she began to
feel a pit in her stomach. "I'm starving!!!" She exclaimed at the sudden rush of
a disgruntled appetite.
"Hmmm.. Your not the only one..." Senna commented, feeling the same sucking hole
for a stomach. "I guess this is a good time as any to give you a lesson in
Succubus biology 101... Succubus don't gain energy through eating like humans
do." She explained as Kasumi sat back on the bed. "Sure we can eat and even get
SOME energy from food, but your entire physical metabolism has been altered. Our
food source is pure energy, the aura produced by other living creatures. When it
is raised to a high enough level, it can be siphoned from them, feeding us. If
you concentrate, you can feel the aura's of all the people in this house..." She
paused to let Kasumi try this on her own before continuing. "There are two ways
to make a creature project a large enough aura for us to feed. The first is by
provoking it into anger or hostility. We generally tend to stay away from this
as it has a nasty way of backfiring. The second is to stimulate feelings of
intense love and passion, better for us and the host. More fun too..." She
winked, causing Kasumi to blush slightly. "Which, consequently, is why we are
world renowned lovers. Our ability to siphon aura through our minds also allows
us to alter their thoughts and feelings... I'm sure you can draw your own
conclusions as to the usefulness of that ability. The only thing you have to
watch out for when feeding is draining the host ENTIRELY of aura. This will
cause neural collapse and turn them into living vegetables." A slightly evil
smile crossed her face, one that sent shivers through the new borne succubus.
"Unless of course, you WANT to drain them..."
"Um.. Can you please refrain from draining any members of this household
completely?" Kasumi asked timidly. Illiya turned white and began whistling
innocently. Kasumi frowned.
"She's just nervous because she tried to drain your sister, Akane." Senna
chuckled. "Fortunately for her and you, she filled my sister's cup a bit to
quickly and got her a sick. But you have our words. No draining of your family
members." A weight was apparently lifted from Kasumi's shoulders.
A ray of light shown through the window as dawn crept over the horizon. "Oh my!"
Kasumi exclaimed, not realizing the entire night had been spent already. "and I
don't even feel tired..." She noted.
"We generally don't sleep either, unless you purposely decide to. We simply have
no physical need for it." Senna stated.
"I wonder what I should do today..." Kasumi wondered now that she had this new,
alternative life.
"I would suggest that you go about you daily routine at first and see where it
leads you..." Senna smiled mischievously.
Kasumi nodded. Sounds like an easy enough start, she thought.
"Say," Senna asked. "Where does one get some food around here?" The word food
instantly gained Illiya's undivided attention.
"What kind of food?" Kasumi smiled. It had been a long time since she had
purposely joked.
"Hehehehe..." Senna laughed. "Both kinds, actually... Eating food we may not
need, but it still tastes good."
"Down town are two of Ranma's fianc�e's restaurants." Kasumi grinned slyly. "I'm
sure they would be more than happy to serve... Both dishes." She pictured the
steady stream of male customers from both restraints under the succubus'
control.
"Excellent. We'll be back around noon or so to see how you're doing." Senna told
her. "If you need us, just picture our faces and think our names, we'll come
flying." Kasumi nodded and Senna disappeared from sight, Illiya only moments
later after and enthusiastic "Goodbye".
______________________________________________________
Once more, Kasumi went through her daily routine, possibly, she thought, for the
last time. Saturday produced a slightly slower pace around the household for
most as the Tendo side of the family slowly trickled to breakfast. The Saotome's
had already been up for a half an hour now, practicing in the court yard. The
splashing sound from the Coy pond signaled an end to practice as one soaked Pig-
tailed girls and one large panda seated themselves at the table. Both noticed
the difference immediately. Kasumi had this undeniable glow about her as she
served the family.
Ranma leaned over to Akane. "You notice something..."Weird" about Kasumi?"
Akane nodded, staring as well. It was as their eyes couldn't help but to be
drawn to her. "Yeah... She seems more... Healthy?" Akane hazarded to guess.
Nabiki leaned in with her own speculation. "Maybe she and the Doc finally hooked
up."
This time both Akane and Ranma simply stared at Nabiki and gawked at her
bluntness. Besides, that was the most UNLIKELY event to have occurred. With
Kasumi in her terminal world of bliss and Dr. Tofu turning stupid every time he
saw her, all the hormones were just firing in the wrong direction! Of course,
Kasumi with her augmented hearing, could overhear all of this as she fiddled in
the kitchen.
"Who would want to go out with the Doc anyway???" Ranma replied sarcastically.
"I mean, yeah he's nice and all, but he doesn't have a back bone!" Kasumi
chuckled at this. Actually, Ranma hit the nail on the head.
Unfortunately, others didn't see it this way. Particularly, Akane. "That isn't
very nice, Ranma! Dr. Tofu is a decent and honest man!" Ranma tried to back out
of her previous comment, realizing a bit to late that she had touched a nerve.
"And if you can't see that, you're even more of a Baka than I suspected!"
I used to think this was a HAPPY COUPLE??? Kasumi thought from the kitchen.
Akane stood up suddenly, preparing to level all her anger at Ranma when Kasumi
stepped out of the kitchen. "STOP!" Akane's anger temporarily evaporated in
surprise at Kasumi's forceful order. In fact, EVERYONE had stopped eating,
staring at Kasumi in shock. "If you two are going to fight," She continued, "do
it outside. I will NOT clean another mess up like last nights. Clear?" Everyone
nodded. She stepped back into the kitchen to prepare her own breakfast.
Nabiki blinked. "Go, sis!" she cheered.
The moment passed, Akane's anger returned, though slightly in check. She glared
at Ranma. "I'll be waiting for YOU outside!" She turned on a heel and slid the
door to the courtyard open, only to find travel weary Ryoga, knuckles poised to
knock on the door. "RYOGA!" Akane exclaimed and smiled. "Just the person I need
to see!" She shot a glance at Ranma and pulled Ryoga inside and up the stairs
before he had a clue as to what was happening.
Ranma was fuming now. "Well, my appetites been thoroughly ruined. I'm going for
a walk." And left Nabiki and the two parents at the table.
Kasumi savored the feeling of intense aura all around her. Akane's had faded
away, but Ranma-chan's was still pretty intense. She let her own mind
synchronize with it and began to siphon instinctively. The marvelous feeling of
raw energy coursed through her as she rode high on emotional bliss. Finally
Ranma had walked out of range, her aura fading with distance much to Kasumi's
dismay. Still, she had had a taste and she knew she wanted more. Looks like I'll
be arranging a nap for everybody later on today... She thought mischievously.
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It was 10am, Illiya and Senna had just finished with two men they had chosen to
feed from. In return, the guys experienced a session in bed that would ruin
their sex lives with normal women from that day forward. Not a completely unfair
deal, Senna thought as she turned to address her craving for real food.
They flew downtown and quickly found the two restaurants as Kasumi had described
them. "So what do you feel like having, Kid? Okanomiyaki or Raman?"
Illiya mulled over the decision. "I haven't had Ramen in quiet awhile... I'll
get that!"
"And Okanomiyaki sounds pretty good to me. See you in a bit." Senna decided and
the pair split up to opposite sides of the street. Senna entered the Okanomiyaki
establishment to find it mildly busy, a pretty, dark haired girl working the
griddle. Conversation stopped as she entered, all eyes drawn to her luminous,
sensual presence. She took a seat at the griddle and looked over the menu,
acting oblivious to the stares she was receiving from both sexes.
"Hello... My name is... Um..." The girl behind the counter fumbled, unable to
take her eyes off Senna's deep green eyes and beautiful body. The low cut top
she was wearing only made matters worse for the young girl. "Er...Ukyo. What
will you be having today?" Ukyo finally forced her way past the mental block.
"Don't feel too bad Ukyo, everybody does that..." Senna explained, turning
Ukyo's face red in embarrassment. She had always considered herself 'strait'.
"I'll have a large Special."
"To go, right?" Ukyo assumed.
"No. For here." Senna confirmed.
Ukyo gaped. "Umm.. Are you sure? The large Special is awfully... Well, large..."
"I'm pretty hungry today." Senna smiled.
Ukyo grinned with her. "Girl, you're going to tell be how you keep your figure
with that diet!"
Across the street, Illiya was just placing her order as well, though not as
modest acting as her sister about the attention she was drawing. She stretched,
crossed her legs, bending over and anything else she could do that kept the
crowd in utter rapture of her. Finally, a boy with large, coke-bottle rimmed
glasses in a white robe walked up to her table.
"Ex- e- Excuse me..." He faired no better than Ukyo in the face of her stunning
beauty. "May I um... Take your.. Um... Order?"
Illiya examined the waiter and came to the conclusion he was kind of cute. I
might just have to take him home with me, she thought and smiled seductively at
him. "Yes, I'd like a house Ramen." Then, in a voice to match her looks, "I like
to ~suck~ the noodles down. ~Lick~ them. I enjoy ~tasting~ them everywhere..."
One of Mousse's lenses cracked suddenly and his entire body twitched violently.
Blood began to seep from his nose. Looking at his pants, there was no doubt that
he was very, VERY hard.
Illiya was about to continue when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She twisted
around and found, much to her surprise, a short old women balanced on a long
wooded cain. "I'll have to ask the young succubus NOT to seduce the help." Her
voice crackled. Who WAS this uppity old bag??
"I'll seduce whomever I please." Illiya ignored the woman and turned back to the
all but melted Mousse.
*CraaaCK!*
"OWWWW!!!" Illiya spun around, Cologne having whacked her hard on the head with
the staff. Now she literally glowing mad. "That was VERY uncalled for!"
"If you have a problem with that, or my rules, we can discuss them out back."
Cologne threw the challenge down evenly.
"All right, let's go!" Illiya fumed and stomped out the back door into the
alley.
Cologne followed shortly, but not before administering a similar caining to
Mousse. "Get back to work, Mr. Part-time!"
She joined the waiting Illiya out back, sizing the succubus up. "I do not have a
personal grudge against succubus, but in MY restaurant you will obey MY rules."
"I don't THINK so, wrinkle-bean." With that, Senna pointed her finger like a
pistol and sent a blue energy ball streaking at the old woman. Cologne promptly
whipped her cain around out in front of her and the energy ball impacted, only
to be absorbed instantaneously. Illiya's grin vanished. "Uh-oh."
"It will take more than that to beat 2000 years of Amazon history, girl."
Cologne began to fade out from existence and Illiya found herself being rushed
by shadow Cologne's from all directions, each clobbering her with a cain, yet
not entirely there. Illiya shot of another energy ball, which flew clear through
a shadow, missing. Another. Miss. Another. Miss. All the time getting bruised up
by repeated attacks. Finally, fear took over. "SEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Even as the real Cologne jumped in for another strike, a blur erupted in front
of her and the attack was instantly halted as the strangers index finger found
the point of her staff, stopping it mid-air. Cologne stared face to face with
the shapely woman in a tight black skirt and long black braids.
"Would 3000 years as a succubus do?"
"Wow!" Senna exclaimed. "You never told me you were THAT old!!!"
A large drop appeared down the side of the embarrassed Senna's head. "Are you
causing trouble again?"
"It wasn't my fault!" Illiya tried desperately to shift the blame. "She started
it!"
"Your friend tried to seduce my waiter after she was warned not to." Cologne
told her neutrally.
"What have I told you about people who can readily identify us???" Senna now
turned her full attention to scolding her sister.
Illiya avoided her eyes and kicked the dirt around nervously. "You said to be
careful..."
"I thought so." Senna turned to Cologne. "Sorry for the trouble. Did she cause
any damage?"
"Quite alright." Cologne nodded. "Though I think she may have given Mousse a
heart attack."
Senna chuckled, then returned a disapproving look to Illiya. "Common, young
lady. We're going to have a talk..."
"Ow! Oo! Stop! I'm coming! OW!" Cologne smiled, Illiya complaining as Senna led
her out of the ally by her ear.
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Akane and Ryoga were talking pleasantly when a sudden sleepiness over came them
both. Their voices slurred and vision blurred. Seconds later, they were happily
sleeping in dreamland. Genma and Soun were subject to the same phenomenon,
each sipping tea on the back porch when a drowsiness fell over them, letting
their tea slip to the ground and falling fast asleep. Nabiki was caught only
seconds later in her room as well. Kasumi looked over her work. That was pretty
easy, she thought. Now the only person in the house not out like a light
besides her sat in the living room, watching TV. Time to pay him a visit,
Kasumi smiled.
"Excuse me, Ranma?" Kasumi walked in and sat down next to him. The unusual glow
around her combined with the this mornings events gained his undivided
attention.
"Uh, what can I do for you Kasumi?" He asked, slightly uncomfortable at how
close she had chosen to sit beside him. Ranma shifted nervously.
"It's about you and Akane..." Kasumi began. "I don't think it's going to work
out." Ranma's eyes widened at Kasumi's uncharacteristic bluntness.
"Yo- You don't?" Was all Ranma could think to ask.
Kasumi nodded. "All I see you two do is fight, fight, fight..." She leaned
closer to Ranma. "I think you would be both better off with other people."
Ranma couldn't help but to sneak involuntary peeks at Kasumi's body as she
talked. She had worn and unusually tight sweater today, her dress also
noticeably shorter. Ranma never noticed how well endowed she was until today.
"Umm..." His mouth ran dry. "Who would you suggest?" While Ranma wasn't the
quickest gun around, he could see where this was starting to lead. Problem was,
he was starting to get aroused by her new manner.
"I'm glad you asked..." She replied softly and took his hand. As weird as this
was getting, he found he couldn't stop her for the sole reason that she was, in
fact, Kasumi, one of the kindest people alive. She led him out of the living
room, up the stairs. Much to his relief, they didn't stop at her room, but
Akane's instead. She slid the door open to reveal a slumbering Akane and Ryoga
side by side. "I think Akane and Ryoga would be much better suited for each
other." She stated. "Watch..." The indescribable glow around her intensified,
and with it, Ranma's desire to see her in the nude. But that was merely a side
effect as Akane and Ryoga stirred, both awakening into a dream like trance.
A seductive look fell upon Akane's face and she lifted her shirt off over her
head, suddenly totally uninhibited. Ryoga responded as well, his hands reaching
around her and unclipping the bra that held her breasts. Ranma stood watching,
wanting to either stop them or stomp out of the room, but unable to do either.
Ryoga's hands fondled Akane's firm breasts, both staring into the others eyes
in rapture. His fingers found her nipples and began to pinch and squeeze them,
eliciting mild moans from Akane.
Ranma managed to look at Kasumi, who had a satisfied smile on her face. Little
did he know she had tapped into the young lovers and was siphoning energy from
their aura's. "What's happening here???" Ranma asked now, slightly desperate
for answers.
"I have set them in a dream trance, each carrying out their fantasies of one
another." Kasumi looked at Ranma with intense eyes. He had to fight to keep
them from swallowing him up completely as she radiated more and more sensuality
with the power increase. "With a little help from me, of course..." She smiled.
He turned back to the couple just in time see Akane slip out her pants,
revealing her soft, white panties. Ryoga knelt before her, letting his hands
caress her body before moving down to her hips and pulling the panties down. At
first, he simply ran a finger across her lips, causing her body to shutter with
the experience. Then he applied more pressure, messaging between her legs,
creating a more forceful moaning. When she was finally moist, he moved in with
his tongue, tracing her folds before penetrating deeper inside. Akane inhaled
sharply as the soft muscle found it way inside her, burning her loins in virgin
heat. Her knees buckled as he alternated between a rapid flicking of his tongue
and a slow, long lapping. As he continued his ministrations, she removed his
shirt and tossed it aside, finally stepping away from him to make herself
comfortable on the bed. There was no hesitation in Ryoga as he dropped his own
pants to free his hardened member and stepped forward, spreading Akane's legs
wide.
Ranma's own pulse quickened as he watched the torrid scene, victim of his own
voyeurism. So deep was he into watching them that he almost failed to notice
Kasumi, who had stepped behind and rested her hands delicately on his
shoulders. He couldn't possible deny her touch at this point as she leaned into
him and whispered, "See how they make such a good couple?" Ranma could only nod
yes as heat from Kasumi's touch seemed to flow into his body. "And as for your
partner..." she continued, hands roaming to his chest, unbuttoning his silk
shirt, "I have some ideas of my own... But for now, watch them..." As if he
could possibly stop at this point anyway.
Whether it was Kasumi's influence or the heat of passion, Ryoga was none to
gentle as he rammed his shaft deep inside Akane, who's eyes widened suddenly
then faded away as he began to pump her fiercely. Loud moaning became her
second language as she felt his rod slide in and out while his hands returned
to her breasts and plucked them like banjos. While this was going on, Kasumi
had succeeded in robbing Ranma of his shirt and was now working on his pants
while he stood and simply watched Akane twist and turn in pleasure on her bed.
Akane's legs moved, wrapping themselves around the standing Ryoga's back and
intensifying his thrusts. The effect accelerated her on the path to orgasm, her
simple moaning became yelling as the passion built. All of Ryoga's attention
was centered on his mad pumping and the enjoyment it created as he did so.
Akane's own efforts also increased the pressure he was feeling to release, and
at last, he couldn't hold it anymore. Akane felt the hard slap of the
ejaculation and subsequent beats inside of her as she was filled with his hot
cum. Akane tensed herself and the orgasm exploded between her legs, cutting off
all lesser moaning in favor of a much louder one that continued for several
minutes while Ryoga spent himself inside of her. Then there was silence as
Akane stretched out on the bed and drifted to sleep, Ryoga withdrawing from her
and simply standing there, as if waiting for "something".
"Do you think we could put on as good a show as they did, Ranma?" Kasumi asked
him, her warm naked body pressed up against the back of his similarly naked
body which she had just stripped. Ranma was sweating at the show that had
happened right in front of him, his hormones surging wildly while his hardness
was exposed to the world. With uncertainty, he nodded yes again. "I think so
too..." She let her hand snake down to his crotch and ran her fingers along
it's length. "But first, there is an item we need to address..." She told him
as she stepped from behind him, causing him to almost cum on the spot upon
sight of her. She was radiating a sensual presence that would have lit the room
had it any actual form. The clothing she had worn all those years had indeed
hid a well endowed female body and now Kasumi flaunted it without shame, proud
at having Ranma gawk at her in such a manner. She continued, "While Akane isn't
the easiest person to be around, your ego is totally unacceptable. I think it's
time we brought it down a notch or three." Through his lust soaked mind, Ranma
thought he didn't like the sound of that. The glow around Kasumi increased once
more and a bucket of water materialized above Ranma, splashing him with it's
contence before fading away. The cold water sent a shock through his body as he
suddenly turned into a she. Ranma-chan stared at Kasumi. "What was that
for!?!?" Kasumi smiled, an evil glint in her eyes. "Ryoga, please show Ranma
why I did that." Ryoga's head snapped up from it's trance and turned to look at
Ran-chan, lust immistakably in his eyes. Ranma-chan looked in horror at Ryoga,
then back to Kasumi. "No way. No WAY am I about to do that!" that had made
Ranma horny to begin with surged suddenly and new sensations began make
themselves known on her body. "You don't have a choice, Ranma-kun." She had
been so distracted by the new feelings in her and Kasumi's own body that she
didn't notice Ryoga behind her until too late. He slid his hands around her
waist, pulling her into his embrace. Ranma instantly tried to struggle, only to
find her ENTIRE body unwilling to comply, as if she were a doll awaiting Ryoga
to play with her. And Ryoga was indeed in the mood to play as he ran his hands
all across Ranma-chan's firm body, one hand finding a nipple, the other finding
her vagina and inserting a couple of fingers into it. Even though her mind
registered instant disgust, her body felt quite the opposite as she tightened,
sigh of pleasure escaping from her lips. As if to mock Ran-chan's thought,
Ryoga pushed even deep inside of her, letting his thumb message the outside
lips while his index and middle fingers explored her insides. The intensity
caused her to loose balance, leaning back on Ryoga's muscular body for support.
She felt the heat of his shaft and instinctively moved to position it between
her shapely button. NO! Ran-chan thought and fought against the bodies
movement. Even as these thoughts formed, Ryoga reposition his fingers to caress
the fleshy knob deep within her. The act alone seemed to trigger a fountain of
lust as her entire body writhed in Ryoga's embrace, sighs of pleasure turning
into moans of delight. Sweat broke out all along her body as he continued the
message, building her quickly toward orgasm. Thinking for Ranma was now like
trying to yell above the noise of a jet engine as his entire brain registered
the sparks of ecstasy. There was no way even he could deny that felt EXTREMELY
good... Still, to be handled like this... And By Ryoga no less! On the edge of
what Ranma was sure was going to be an orgasm, he withdrew his fingers,
allowing Ranma-chan to catch her breath. The breather was a short one Ryoga
turned her around and pushed her to her knees. There was only one thing at eye
level now. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Ranma screamed in her mind. Anything but that!
Instinct continued to drive her body as she leaned forward and took his entire
cock into her mouth without reservation, deep throating it like a pro. All of
Ranma's dignity was smashed in that instant as the impossible happened. Ran-
chan's tongue coiled around Ryoga's shaft and he groaned, throwing his head
back as she explored it's surface, scouring every inch. The detached part of
her noted a salty taste that wasn't all to unpleasing if you weren't a guy
normally. Her mouth didn't seem to mind and coax more cum from his head,
expertly sucking and caressing his organ. Another groan and Ryoga tensed,
shooting his load into Ran-chan's mouth in quick bursts. As if it were a
delicacy, she made sure not a drop went to waste, sucking it all from him until
there was no more. She let him go, licking her lips once he had departed her
mouth. A mixture of wonder and depression were the primary elements in her mind
now as they continued to the next event. Ranma-chan, still on her knees, faced
away from Ryoga once more and to her own minds surprise, raised her ass high in
the air, letting her pussy sway as if to beckon Ryoga's attention. Ranma had
given up all hope of being able to escape this and resigned herself to whatever
was to come next. What came next was fast and hard as Ryoga rammed himself into
her twat, the odd angle and increased size inside her sending pain through her
nether regions at first. As he continued his thrusts, the pain slowly gave way
to a feeling much like when he was massaging her with his fingers, only his
penis made the experience much more enjoyable. She let the pleasure surround
her conscious mind, finally accepting the fact she couldn't stop the
inevitable. That decision seemed to free a lock and hot lust flowed throughout
her entire body as she rammed herself back on Ryoga like she had seen Akane do.
Now every breath she exhaled was accompanied by a moan as Ryoga worked like a
piston in and out of her, building them both to climax. Through the fire that
pulsed between her legs she could feel herself tighten, and briefly wondered
what it could possibly be when the fountain of ecstasy she had felt earlier was
turned on full blast, moist lubricant flowing from her vagina as everything she
was feeling increased a hundred fold under a new sensory onslaught. Despite her
new bliss, Ryoga continued to pound into her, his previous ejaculations having
lengthened his endurance with Ranma-chan. Even as the first orgasm died away
another took it's place and after that, another. Ryoga finally gave in to the
pressure that seized his organ and thrust deep into her, spilling yet more seed
into her. Another tremor seized Ranma-chan as she felt Ryoga pulse inside of
her, stimulating her through the hard, steady rhythm of his ejaculation into
another orgasm. That was the last one for the either of them as a hot, sweaty
Ryoga pulled out and joined Akane on the bed, falling fast asleep. Ranma-chan,
on the other hand, remained awake on her knees, trying to comprehend the
enormity of what had just happened.
"Now tell me the truth..." Kasumi asked from a chair, radiating with the power
she had consumed from Ranma's ordeal. "Did you like that?"
Ranma-chan wiped some of the sweat from her brow, though her entire body was as
covered as Ryoga's. She avoid eye contact with Kasumi, thoroughly embarrassed,
ego severally bruised. "yes." She said in a low voice, ashamed that she could
ever admit that she enjoyed such an act. Ranma-chan had no control of her body
as Ryoga used her like a slut. And she enjoyed it.
"I didn't QUITE hear you..." Kasumi frowned. If his ego hadn't been
sufficiently rounded out to her expectations, she was going to make Ranma have
sex with Ryoga again. As a guy.
Ranma-chan stood up and looked at Kasumi. "Yes, I enjoyed Ryoga having sex with
me." Her voice was still dull, but the reply was more direct.
Kasumi clapped happily. "Excellent! Would you like more?" Ranma shot a look of
mild distaste at the slumbering Ryoga. Kasumi stood up, bringing her full
presence to bear on Ranma. "Don't worry, Ranma-kun, it won't be with him..."
And the bucket Ranma failed to notice above him spilled it's contents, warm
water splashing over her naked body. What came out of the wash was all male and
very hard. Ranma's blood was raised to a boil once more as Kasumi looked over
his martial arts hardened body. The heat clouded his brain as any biology
concerned with sex was kicked into overdrive. "So Ranma, you never answered my
question..." Kasumi breathed heavily as she caressed a nipple. There was only
one answer in Ranma's hazed filled mind. He nodded yes. "I thought so..." She
leaned seductively against the wall. Even as Ranma stepped forward, he found it
hard to believe that this was the same Kasumi that had served them dinner and
done the chores for years now. Here before him was a seductive women that could
have any man, at any time. It almost made him regret not having seen her
before. But there was something about her entire personality as well. She was
no longer the turtle that only made men like Dr. Toffu horny. All this flashed
through his mind his hands touched her soft skin, drawn to it like a magnet. He
let his hands smooth over this new territory, from her hips up to her breasts,
running them through her long, luscious hair. All this time Kasumi kept her
gaze on him, her radiant eyes sucking his soul further into hers. Finally he
leaned forward pressing his body into hers and it was as if a connection had
been completed. Her arms snaked around him, pulling him into an embrace as they
kissed, tongues coiling around each other in an erotic dance of their own.
Ranma couldn't stop his own impulses if he wanted to, breaking from the intense
kiss and letting his lips roam down her neck and finding a full breast. These
were simply not the budding breasts of some highschooler like Akane's. These
assets were clearly those of a woman. The wandering lips found a large nipple
and latched on to it, tongue tracing it's outline. Kasumi began to breath
harder now as Ranma felt it harden while his hands slipped from around her neck
to the other breast. He reluctantly moved on, tongue tracing down her stomach,
hands moving with it, massaging as he moved lower and lower. What had been a
wonderful sense of pleasure for Kasumi skyrocketed into all-out passion when
Ranma's tongue met her gates, the virgin succubus quivering as he penetrated
her slowly. He applied it everywhere between her legs, causing low moans to
escape from her lips. Her hands found his head and forced it deeper between his
legs and Ranma complied by increasing the rhythm of his lapping. Soon, Kasumi's
bush was soaked, Ranma enjoying the heady aroma it produced. But Kasumi wanted
more. She pushed his head away from her and guided him down to the floor on his
back, straddling him as she lowered herself onto him so slowly. The feeling
that engulfed Ranma's hard penis was one of tortured pleasure as he felt
Kasumi's hot moistness wrap around it. His hands moved to touch her body and
pull it onto him faster, but her's intercepted and pinned them to the floor. He
was at her mercy while she decided how fast or slow they were to go. Kasumi
enjoyed the feeling of hardness inside of her for the first time, rocking
slowly back and forth. The motion created an addicting feeling within her and
she increased her pace as more and more of the erotic sensation bubbled forth.
Ranma was now groaning as his own viginity slipped away in a most enjoyable
manner. The heated suction and stimulation along his rod sent sparkles through
it's length, the flexing inside of her only intensified it. Kasumi was no
longer simply rocking on top of him, but plunging herself up and down on Ranma
as the inborn reaction to lust and desire took over, her body doing everything
it could to intensify the moment. Ranma found himself unable to hold back any
longer. The last hours of him watching sex as a guy, experiencing it for the
first time as a girl and now once more as a guy had taken it's toll and his
shaft contracted violently, the onslaught of his ejaculation beginning. Kasumi
was ready as well, the succubus in her naturally synchronizing to Ranma's own
rhythms. Even as his organ ruptured with cum, her own vagina tightened around
it and the simultaneous orgasm consumed them both. Thanks to Kasumi, Ranma
found his would not stop, and he continued to pulse inside while she rode him
out, their pleasure continuing indefinitely...
Illiya and Senna phased through the front door and immediately sensed the
massive aura that had been built up. Walking through the house, they found
Genma and Soun in a coma. Illiya smiled knowingly. The two wandered upstairs
and slid open Akane's bedroom door. Senna stepped in, finding Akane and Ryoga
lying upon one another, asleep on her bed. In the middle of the bedroom floor
laid Ranma with Kasumi collapsed on top of him, both recovering from their
strenuous exercise.
Senna couldn't help but to grin. "We told you you'd enjoy life as a
succubus..."
Kasumi raised herself from Ranma and stood up in sweaty, glistening glory. The
look in her eyes was all the confirmation Senna needed. Ranma, on the other
hand, found he couldn't move and was far too exhausted to stand up. Amazingly,
he was still hard. She looked at the mess she had created. "Oh my..." she said
with a smile. "What should I do with them now?"
"Whatever you want, Kasumi." Senna stated matter-of-factly. "You seem to like
that one, so keep him." She pointed at Ranma lying inertly on the ground. "As
for those two..." She studied Akane and Ryoga.
"HEY!!!" Illiya piped up suddenly. "That's the moron who gave us bad
directions!!!"
"Hmmm.. Your right..." Senna agreed as she studied the comatose lover.
Kasumi couldn't help but to laugh. "You took directions from RYOGA?? Big
mistake." She shook her head.
"You want I should whack him, sis??" Illiya asked Senna eagerly.
"No." Senna decided, looking at Kasumi. "Some good came out of his
misdirection. Speaking of which, we have a job in Tokyo. Want to join us?"
"Great idea!" Illiya squealed. "I'll bet she's good at damage control, with all
those years around here and all!"
"I would like that..." Kasumi said, then looked at Akane and Ryoga. "Should I
leave them like that?"
Senna nodded her head. "Sure, why not. Not only are succubus world renowned
lovers, but expert match-makers as well."
Kasumi smiled as she thought about it. Ryoga and Akane ARE perfect for each
other and keeping Ranma as my toy would allow him to continue to stay at the
Dojo... "Alright! Lets do it!"
Senna took her hand and Illiya joined them. "Welcome to the family, sister."
She smiled and they faded from the room together- destination, Tokyo.
Ranma gained the strength to move an hour later and began to dress. As he
donned his shirt, he heard a rustling behind him and turned to find the source.
He starred as Ryoga and Akane had woken up in each others arms, sparing no time
in getting intimately aquatinted once more without aid of a trace. Ranma shook
his head and he slipped out of the room unnoticed. He would just have to wait
for Kasumi's return to get his, part of him hoping she'd bring a guy back for
the girl-type as well...
--THE END--
Author's notes:
First, thanks to Artemis & Luna for making the suggestion of writing a Kasumi
centered Lemon- There are damn few good ones out there and I hope mine ranks as
one of them. As for the 2 succubus... I got the idea for Illiya's name from an
"X-men" comic while Senna is actually a Japanese model- Not the reason I chose
the name, it was just the best I could come up with ^_^ About Kasumi's past...
Granted, I had to make some assumptions given the sparse information provided
about her and her mother in the series, but I think it meshed pretty well with
the plot. Next up, spend a day with gang as they hit the beach for some hot
summer fun in my next Lemon. Thanx for reading and until next time...
Other titles by this author:
Fragmentation, Parts 1-3
Moonlight's Gift (which you just read)
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