“Tenchi?” Ryoko breathed his name with equal parts desire and uncertainty. Tenchi was lining up for approach as he replied, “Yes?”
“Do you think I’ve been bad, pushing you around and attacking you?”
“Yes but I think you’re about to make it all better.”
“Don’t count on it. By the way, you might want to stand back,” she said with her predator’s grin.
Tenchi didn’t really register those words as he pressed lightly against her moist inner lips, her outer lips out of the way due to her spread and shackled legs. It was such a nice arrangement that he intended to take his time with the first few strokes before he got into the hard pumping.
He did register the bar of light like a piece of the sun that appeared in her hand and the way all the runes on the shackles and frame flared again. Sparks flew and burned his bare skin as the light-sword sheared through the chain holding that hand, taking the top of the wooden arm off for good measure. While he normally displayed good natural reflexes honed by his grandfather, the sudden threat at that particular moment left him frozen. As the sword swung in an arc through the chain holding her other arm he suffered more burns from the sparks. Then Ryoko brought the sword down between them with a cry of, “Move it or lose it!”
THAT threat broke Tenchi out of his stupor. He hurled himself away, but not soon enough to avoid feeling the heat of that rod as it passed the tip of HIS rod. He lay on the grass and clutched himself fearfully as she continued the motion, bending double at the waist to reach her ankles. Sparks and bits of melted metal flew with each chain’s demise. Her sword stroke became a full figure eight as she stepped free of the frame and raised the sword to the sky. The shackles were still in place on her limbs, trailing a few links of smoking chain, and their runes still blazed with light. She stood motionless, clothing still hanging open, with her sword raised and her head thrown back.
The sword flickered.
The runes flickered.
The sword bathed the garden in red light, briefly beating out the sun shining down on the scene. When it faded, the runes on her shackles were dark and some were emitting plumes of smoke.
She brought her head forward and stared at him, hungrily. Tenchi stared back.
She was beautiful, standing with her arm raised and her dress hanging open. Her nipples were still hard and a few beads of syrup leaked from her lower lips.
She inspired both awe and terror; standing with her sword raised and smoke drifting about her.
She was free and wild and something one could only hope to tame as she stalked forward with the severed chains still trailing from each limb.
“If you though I was bad before sweetie-pie,” she said, lowering her sword to a guard position, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She.
Was.
Going.
To.
Kick.
His.
ASS!
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