[Episode 119841] [Episode 119841]The woman finally stepped around in front of Tenchi, while still maintaining her grip on him, and she was cute. Tenchi’s higher brain functions hadn’t really been keeping up with recent events, but he didn’t need them right now. He was naked and a beautiful woman was holding onto his manhood. This situation was generally a no-brainer. He reached forward and undid the fastener holding the collar of her pink and green outfit closed. This earned him an amused smile but she caught his hands with her free hand and said, “Ryoko.” Tenchi was a little too far gone to be receiving verbal input at this point, and leaned forward to continue the undressing with his teeth. Then the hands gripping him demonstrated that they were very strong and hand sharp fingernails.
Tenchi almost got his sweet release when those nails first dug in. Then the pressure crossed the boundary between stimulating play and implied threat. Survival instincts began to make some headway against the other instincts that had been calling the shots up till now. “Ryoko,” she repeated, “that’s my name.” As her eyes glowed with green light, survival instincts surged to the fore, dragging higher brain functions along with them. He’d seen those eyes on a horrible demonic mummy that had left his brain seared with the worst sexual memory of his life. Great-Great-Grandpa Yosho’s adventures were recorded in scrolls, a few plays, and a fairly popular manga series. Ryoko was the demon’s name. The demon of destruction. The demon who was kind of cute and apparently wanted him.
Tenchi’s libido wasn’t in charge anymore but it hadn’t left.
As floating red lights surrounded them, all of his instincts, honed by his father and grandfather, ceased their conflict and agreed on a course of action. Diplomacy and a few complements were his best hope for getting laid living to see another day. “The fresh air agrees with you,” he said as he tried not to move too much. Her hand down there hadn’t let up any. “I’m Tenchi by the way.” They weren’t his smoothest lines ever, but he was still feeling kind of dazed and confused at the moment.
“I know,” she said as she released him, and then pushed him hard in the chest. As he fell, he registered the fact that they were outside in the garden. The grass under his naked but had been his first clue. The back of his head coming to rest in the shallows of a small stream was the clincher. The garden of Natsume manor had decorative plants, carp ponds, artistic sand beds, and the other standard accessories for the garden of a well to do Japanese home. It also had some very sturdy posts with some very heavy chains attached. Normally the garden would have a few of Kyusaku’s “guests” secured to some of the posts, but Akiko had made him clear everything out before she left. Tenchi eyed the nearest posts, wondering if he could maneuver the demon into some of those chains. He wondered if they would hold her.
(Posted Wed, 29 Sep 2004 18:05)
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