Of course speed was a relative term, and a little bit of teasing at first wouldn’t hurt. She quickly kissed a drop of semen off the end of Tenchi’s tentacle (Arisa had her own fixations when it came to sex and tended to view everything through that filter at times like this) but she avoided its attempt to plunge into her mouth. Kyoko kept Tenchi’s other appendages occupied by leaning over Arisa to embrace Tenchi and running her tongue slowly across his chest, aiming for a nipple. The redhead found she had to hold on tightly. Tenchi bucked and twitched with increasing energy as Arisa played tentacle tag again and again. As the twitching was about to become a full-fledged wrestling match, Arisa opened her mouth and homed in on the target. It was large and purple on the end with veins standing out on the sides, and it wanted her. Well, she wanted it.
She had just made contact when Kyoko fell on top of her with more force than could be accounted for by gravity alone. Looking up, from between Kyoko’s legs, she saw a blue-haired woman had wrapped her arms around Tenchi from behind. Arisa objected, “Hey, I was here first!” This earned her a glare from the woman that promised hellish torments for her insolence. Arisa quickly pressed her forehead to the floor. That look said this was not another slave, this was a mistress. Actually, those eyes had been yellow and cat-like. Had master been summoning without supervision again?
Tenchi had just had his moment of release snatched away, but a nice pair of arms was holding him and the breasts pressing into his back promised to be even nicer. The newcomer was apparently still clothed but that was a temporary inconvenience. He moved a hand back to cup a nicely rounded buttock and was rewarded with an amused and throaty chuckle in his ear. His efforts to pull that dress out of the way were blocked by the arms holding him. He took hold of that arm and attempted to pull his new playmate around in front of him. This was like trying to pull a sturdy tree to a new location in the yard.
One of the hands glided down his chest, fondled his abdominal muscles for a moment, and then took him firmly in hand. Quite firmly in hand. Pushed from behind and experiencing an irresistible pull from the front, Tenchi was marched across the room. Arisa and Kyoko watched as he and the interloper ghosted through the wall.
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