CJO wrote:
This is a continuation of Addicted pt 4, to understand the situation,
it's best to have already read at least that chapter.
To summerize, Ranma and Kasumi area about to have hot sex.
Addiction pt 4.5 "The seduction of Kasumi."
'Seduction'
Ranma the Seducer. Hehehehehe. Somehow I just can't quite see it.
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 spalshed cold water in himself, triggering his change. The redhead lay
on her back, crying out, "Make me your bitch!"
"Oh my, you really do love me," Kasumi said as she prepared to go to her
room and grab the 'toys' she used for those lonely nights.
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.
Kasumi then kneed him in the groin. Ranma fell backward in pain allowing
Kasumi to grab a frying pan and hit him in the head with it, knocking him
out. "You'll have to do better than that, Ranma. I'm no pushover like
Tarou," Kasumi said politely.
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,
redundant. I'd recommend 'beating' instead of hammering.
Or you could rephrase it:
Kasumi looked up into his eyes, her heart hammering like a small herd of
elephants tap dancing on Happosai's bald dome.
"Whoa! Nice imagery there," Ranma said to Kasumi.
"I know how to get my heart racing," she said smoothly.
^_^
her breath coming quickly in excitement. She nodded
quickly, her eyes looking like a trapped doe's
doe's.
Better than a trapped rabid wolverine, I suppose:
Ranma felt her go wild, digging her teeth into his arm and coming out with a
huge chunk of flesh.
^_^
"Ranma... does this mean
we're married?"
Ranma nodded faintly, trying not to let her body's lush curves,
trapped beneath him, get him too excited.
But it was too late as Ranma felt certain parts of his anatomy stand at
attention.
"Ranma, is that a half roll of pennies you have in your pocket?" Kasumi
said, hoping against hope Ranma was NOT excited yet, otherwise it was going
to be a disappointing marriage.
It was his concern Kasumi's
concern for 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.>
Obviously time to run.
That was more than enough, Ranma began kissing her
back, passionately.
Which caused Kasumi to drift off to sleep. Apparently while Ranma might have
been a great martial artist, he had a lot to learn about romance.
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.>
Like make him dinner.
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..."
"I'm gay," he finally confessed.
Kasumi smiled softly, feeling part of Ranma pressing against her
hip.
His leg.
< He really does want me. Ranma just doesn't wish to force me.>
Kasumi was disappointed. She was into bondage.
"Ranma, don't worry... we've already done this... we're 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 then she felt his pantleg suddenly moisten.
"Oops!" Ranma said.
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?"
"What I meant to say was, I want you to mount me like a brood mare," she
clarified.
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?"
"Because I'll kill you if you say yes," she clarified once again.
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.
And the only thought that went through his mind was, "Shit! Her tits are
bigger than mine."
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!
Oh, Ranma!
Ranma lifted himself off her a few inches so she could push his
pants down, then his boxers.
then his chastity belt.
When his manhood was free it sprung into
her leg and pressed against her. Kasumi took it in her hand and gently
stroked it.
"Everyone at school always said I give good handjobs," Kasumi said.
Ranma found it hard to disagree.
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?"
"No, let me dry hump your leg. It's SOOO much more satisfying," Ranma said
as he rolled his eyes.
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..."
"I want to do you in the butt," he said, disappointed.
And make a paragraph break here since you have two different speakers.
Rude comments with actual grammar commentary, what more can you ask for?
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!
Oh, Ranma
You
are very good at that!"
It's not that difficult a task to learn. :)
Kasumi smiled in understanding. "I'm glad. It's good for a husband
to know how to properly please his wife."
"Now give me your checkbook since I'll be controlling the money," Kasumi
said.
Ranma nodded, and slowly
began pulling back, then pushed in again.
Kasumi cooed in pleasure once more. "Oh Ranma!
"Oh, Ranma"
You're also getting a little redundent here with that one.
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,
A xylophone, to be specific, as he started tapping on her with little
batons. What was amazing was that she did indeed give off musical notes when
he did it.
Kasumi's voice letting him know when he was hitting the
right notes.
Specifically saying, "GIVE IT TO ME NOW, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
Amazing how you can destroy a mood, isn't it? ^_^
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?
Did they know he was going to do that for sure? Seems like a jump in logic
otherwise.
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."
"And still has enough for me," Akane sighed.
"Get in line, sister," Ukyou said.
Akane pulled out a coin. "We'll flip for it. Heads, I get to ride him.
Tails, you get to and I have to settle for sitting on his face."
Ukyo blushed back and shrugged. "Never hurts to get some
pointers." Ukyo took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. "Anyway,
lets
let's
get out. Kasumi's probably forgotten her own name, much less the
fact that your fathers
fathers'
Ukyo supported Akane till she was clear of the furo, keeping her
from falling back in her haste. "Whoa, girl. Don't injure yourself.
Like a mere fall on tears would hurt a martial artist of Akane's caliber.
Akane nodded absently and paused to do so. Ukyo finished drying off
and together they went into the outer bath to get dressed. Together
Just used that. Perhaps. "The duo left the bath...
Not sure when I'll get to the rest. Probably going to do some other fics
first.
D.B. Sommer