[Episode 187053] [Episode 187053]
Thinking quickly, Ranma stamped down on Stinkor's head and catapulted himself through a narrow, vertical crack in the stone wall. He didn't glance back to watch as Beast Man's T'Wowser snake tried to jam its bulbous head through the tight opening after him, nor did the martial artist catch sight of the massive beast quickly thrusting back and forth in an attempt to wiggle free. Part of this was the fact he didn't care, but it was mostly the fact he wasn't wearing any clothing. He did have some modesty.
Perched in a circular tunnel mouth, he saw a ghostly pale glow emanating from the far end and rightfully assumed it to be an opening. "See ya later Beastie!" His yell echoed in the closed confines of the passageway. He wisely decided that yelling wasn't a very smart idea given his position. Crawling forward, he moved towards the light.
"He's heading towards the VOID through one of the holes Zodac and the Masters made when Cobra Kahn tried to free the Snake Men." Faker turned away from the scrying mirror above Evil-Lynn's dresser. His eyes fell on a chorodite-encrusted hairbrush on a black leather mat. "You don't need a hairbrush, much less a chorodite one."
Evil-Lynn smirked and ran her fingers through the short mop of white hair atop her head. "A woman has to have some accessories you abomination. I don't expect you to understand." Her headdress appeared in a haze of purple energy.
"I'll take this," the mystical clone said before plucking the crystals from the silver back of the brush and willing them into the air around his head, "you don't mind do you?"
"It's not like I can stop you, is it?"
He smirked and fused the crystals into a smooth, flat gem. The rounded jewel disappeared through his chest. He coughed lightly before noticing his partner's eyes. "For safekeeping, of course."
"Of course." Evil-Lynn materialized her staff and tapped the bony claws at the end against the matching bones around her boots. "So what do you intend to do? Kill him?"
"Please. I do have a little respect for my parents, Evelyn. No, I'm not going to kill him but the VOID presents an interesting possibility."
"So imprisoning him in a dimension without time is better than killing him?" Her eyes trailed up his body from a pair of soft black boots with her father's emblem on the kneecaps to a pair of soft-looking red slacks. From there a black tunic vest sat atop a red mandarin-collared shirt with gold trim and ties. His arms were bare save a pair of bracers made from concentric rings of silver. Evidently he didn't like mimicking her style as he had before. His eyes were mismatched, she quickly realized, one crystalline azure, the other iridescent purple.
"This is why none of your attempts to gain power succeed, Evelyn, you're too complacent. You just stick to what you see and the opportunities that result - that's why you accepted Cobra Kahn's lies so easily - you never consider bending the rules."
She raised an eyebrow in a high arc.
"Except in the bedroom," he finally conceded. "Bedskills aside, you have to move things around to get what you want. Take the VOID for instance, portal to the dimension beyond time but also a very powerful opening in the dimensional walls. With a subtle application of chorodite-increased power I can make the VOID a portal to any dimension I want."
Now she was interested. "Even Despondos?"
"Why of course Despondos! The...oh ho ho ho! You almost got me there, ha ha!" His face transitioned seemlessly from humor to dark intensity. She felt the air around her grow heavy. Suddenly she felt a strong pull and her body hung in the air in front of him. "Please, Evelyn, I thought we were beyond this petty game. NO, the VOID portal cannot open Despondos. The portcullis that controls that gate only responds in select areas and only to particular powers."
Her clothes evaporated into thin air as a pair of cold iron manacles locked her wrists behind her back. Raw power forced her down on her knees at his feet, her cheek ground firmly into the stones of the floor. She shrieked as she felt his hands test the heft and buoyancy of her breasts.
She knew that in order to have any power in their relationship she needed to ignore the sexuality he dangled in front of her like a carrot. Intellectually she knew that, but it did little to stem the tide of passion that arose in her belly, her lust concentrated and refined over sixteen years of enforced celibacy bubbling against her rational mind. Her body reacted to Faker's touch, her slit already moist and drooling thick viscous liquid.
"I hate to do this every time you do something stupid like this, Evelyn, but you need to know your place in this relationship."
Through the haze of arousal she scowled. "That of a bitch at her master's beck and call? I will never lick your boots, abomination!"
The hands stopped massaging her breasts and she was forced upright. "You misunderstand me, Evelyn. I am not like Keldor. I do not use sex as a trap to ensnare you into my service." His hand reached out and cupped her exposed mons. "I offer sexual gratification as the present means of incentive for your assistence. You will be rewarded when this is all over as you see fit." His middle digit wiggled between the tense folds of her sex and brutally began thrusting. "Whether you want to be Mistress of Eternia - ruling the land with a velvet glove - or you just want a satisfying fuck, I'll grant your desires when my business is finished."
Fighting was no longer an option for her, the pleasure was too much too fast and the clenching muscles in her abdomen signaled a cresting orgasm.
Faker watched Evelyn climax with relish. She really was a most facinating and delicious creature. He kept his finger pressed against her cervix until the final spasms stilled and her sweat began to cool. When he withdrew, a massive amount of whitish gooey fluid splattered noisily on the stones as if from an upside-down bottle with its plug removed.
With a wave of his hand all evidence of her orgasm disappeared and she was fully dressed once again. She tottered on gummy legs for a moment before grabbing his arm for balance.
"Now where were we before your clumsy attempt to betray me? Ah! My 'father' as it were...we'd better get a move on."
Eyes slightly glazed and feeling like her body weighed two tons, Evil-Lynn nodded.
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