[Episode 120418] [Episode 120418]
Tenchi kept his eyes open for the kiss. This woman was undeniably dangerous and he thought she might try something. He also wasn’t prepared to use his tongue, as those fangs looked sharp. Ryoko, however, was prepared to use hers and did so eagerly. As her tongue slowly wrestled with his in mouth, he let the weight of his body press against her. This also meant he was poking her rather insistently in the crotch, but he was okay with that at the moment. After she had run a few laps in his mouth and he had probed hers with some caution, he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her. A few minutes ago he had been ready to rut like a screaming monkey with Arisa and Kyoko. But he remembered the pain in her voice and he sensed fragility under the raging demon. Tenderness and some restraint were called for. Restraint on his part, Ryoko was nicely restrained already.
Ryoko rattled her chains again, looked up at the sun forlornly, and said, “Well at least this time it’s bright and warm.” The last word had been pronounced more along the lines of “waaaarrrrmmm” as she rubbed her body against Tenchi’s nakedness, giving a little extra grind to the pelvis. Tenchi pressed himself against her with some force, then pulled back again and turned his attention to the belt holding her pink and green outfit together. “This is nice wrapping paper. Is there a present for me under this?” he asked with his best hopeful puppy eyes. Ryoko looked at him for a few seconds, and began shaking. Not with anticipation, or with fear as one might expect from a woman in her position, but with suppressed laughter. After a few snickers she stopped suppressing it, threw her head back, and whooped.
Tenchi hadn’t been expecting this reaction. He was far too horny to wilt because of it but he did just stand there and stare. Then the conditioning of the culture in which he had been raised put its two yen in and he started looking around for a switch or other instrument for dealing with slaves who laugh at their masters like this. Then he remembered that the official status of the whole master/slave relationship was in a gray area just now. Katsuhito had trained him in the techniques and strategies he had used to secure Ryoko, techniques intended to take someone captive. His grandfather would have been proud of how he had used those techniques, but would be ashamed if he ignored another lesson that went with them, “There are differences between being someone’s captor and being their master.”
Ryoko calmed down enough to ask, “Do you practice that face in the mirror?” Sexual embarrassment almost didn’t exist as a concept in his culture, but Tenchi was still capable being embarrassed. He did practice that face in the mirror. His father had taught it to him and insisted. Apparently his delivery still needed some work. His genuine reaction now, (nervous chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his head) was all the answer she needed. After a few more cackles she took a deep breath and her mood turned pensive. She wriggled a bit in her chains, looked away and said; “I don’t see anybody stopping you.” Tenchi smiled. Grandfather had been right again. He stepped back, clasped his hands behind him and said, “You could say no.” The effect was marred somewhat by his ‘sword’ which was still clearly indicating it’s vote on the matter, but apparently it was enough. Ryoko’s eyes snapped back to his, and began to tear up a bit as she bit her lower lip. Then the grin was back as she said, “Help your self.”
“Oh, thank you Kami,” he exhaled as he lunged for the belt. This amused Ryoko almost as much as the puppy eyes, but dammit he was HORNY. If she had said no he would have been off and running to find Arisa and Kyoko. The belt disappeared over a decorative hedge and as far as Tenchi was concerned, he never wanted to see it again. Like many examples of Japanese clothing, her dress wrapped around her from the back and had been held closed by her belt. He opened it by placing his hand on her shoulders, inside the garment, and then slowly running them down her sides. The end of this move left him kneeling with his hands on her spread thighs, taking a good look at her pussy. As far as he could tell, she had no body hair whatsoever. She was also open as the shackles of the frame held her ankles far apart. He placed a hand on either side of her slit, and slowly, reverently, slid them apart. He gazed into the Promised Land, oozing with fluid, and listened to Ryoko’s heavy breathing for a few seconds.
Tenchi wanted to just get in there and pump away, but the recent memory of tears in yellow cat-like eyes brought him back to the need for tenderness. Also, there had been other lessons from his father and grandfather about being considerate to a lady. He found the hard little nub in its hood above that inviting passageway and gave it a quick kiss, prompting Ryoko to thrust her hips a bit. Then he worked his way upward, with active lips and tongue. As he was dipping his tongue into her bellybutton he reached upward for two other hard nubs. Then, with a nice firm grip on a pair of nice firm breasts, he nibbled his way up the curve of her ribcage feeling as much as hearing her gasps and moans and a few giggles as well. He forged a trail of kisses through the valley between his hands before slowly licking the curve of her throat up towards her chin, forcing her head back.
When she brought her eyes back down to meet his; he could not help but draw comparisons to a tigress in heat. The bared fangs did nothing to dispel that mental image, but he made himself stay still as those teeth gently took hold of his lower lip. Then that hungry, dangerous mouth pulled him closer before claiming his own mouth in another fervent kiss.
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