[Episode 194015] [Episode 194015]As much as one would think, Haruka did not wake up with a whimper.
She woke up with a bang.
In other words, she woke up handcuffed to the headboard of her bed, a ball-gag in her mouth, nude, and with a smirking Michiru laying on top of her … awake.
At this point, Haruka would have advised anyone else to begin praying that their soul was delivered to a better place. After all, despite public appearances, Haruka was not the Dom in the bedroom. There is some truth to the ‘quiet ones’ stereotype after all.
“Hello my dear,” purred a naked Michiru on top of her. Once again, to anyone else, this would be a good thing.
To the Senshi of Uranus, she began to recite any prayer she knew for good luck, even ones a racer like her would have considered taboo.
“You know, Haruka,” purred Michiru, her naked body slithering on top of Haruka’s own, “I was very upset with how you treated Ranma last night.”
Haruka gulped. She knew that tone, she knew what could occur when Michiru used that tone of voice.
“You know, when Auntie informed me of Ranma’s curse, she helped me pick up some toys,” Michiru continued to purr, her body slowly going to Haruka’s side, but the sheer sexuality of her presence never diminished. “Oh sure, she understood that the young boy I played with could become a female, but she wanted to ensure I never … forced the issue beyond what Ranma was ready for.
“You however,” she said, her voice losing the purr for a moment, “had no such consideration when you manhandled Ranma’s female form,” she said, finishing with a sharp twist of Haruka’s left nipple, making the blond-haired tomboy squeal through the ball-gag.
“No, you groped her and assumed that just because she was also a he, they’d be up for a quick fuck,” she growled, tightening her hold on the abused nipple.
“You realize how wrong that was, right?”
Haruka nodded quickly, willing to give anything to end the painful hold on her nipple.
“I didn’t forget you, Haruka-chan,” she said, letting up on the abused nipple slightly. “I had plans. I didn’t expect you to just go away. I didn’t expect you to just bend over the bed, allowing Ranma to use his large manhood to plunder your depths while I licked you to orgasm after orgasm,” she said, her eyes clouding a bit as she lost herself in the image. “Not once did I expect you to allow his pleasurable dick to enter any hole you had,” she purred.
“In fact, I planned to have Ranma join us in female-form, to become part of our nightly trysts that became our usual antics when you returned from a race.”
Her voice while saying that didn’t sound as full of sexual excitement like Haruka had expected. Was Michiru somehow bored with their love-making? Was that why she allowed a … male … inside her pleasurable thighs? The fact that Michiru had hinted that she had planned a threesome with the redheaded Goddess Haruka had saw last night was not the immediate thought to hit the blonde’s mind.
Oh sure, it entered her mind, but she was more worried about maintaining her relationship with her soul-mate than a quickie with the redhead. Not to say she didn’t want to show Ranma-chan the pleasures only a woman could bring to another woman, but she preferred not to lose Michiru in her life.
Her back arched against the bed as she felt not only Michiru release her grasp on the nipple, but said grasp replaced with both Michiru’s mouth suckling on the nipple and her now free hand drifting to Haruka’s womanhood and it beginning to strum said object as only Michiru could.
“I didn’t ask you to allow me to gaze upon you as Ranma drove you to ecstasy with his dick,” Michiru continued, her fingers slightly mimicking thrusts of a cock.
“I did tell you so long ago as we got together, that while another woman would never cause me to stray, there would be only one man I would spread my legs, open my heart for. You agreed never to get angry if I enjoyed that one man if I would never be angry should you manage to convince the Princess to join us.”
Haruka paused a bit through her pleasure, wondering if she had done it. Sure, there were times she would have promised Michiru anything for the orgasm said woman dangled above her. And sure, Usagi was a very tempting dish to try and secure for their bedroom—not that Michiru ever knocked said idea.
But had she really agreed to allow Michiru free reign to pull a guy into her bed for that possibility?
“But by the time I’m done, you will never forget that,” purred Michiru, as she gazed into her full female lover’s eyes.
Haruka gulped, wondering how much she would get this time before Michiru-sama released her bonds.
Ranma moved about the kitchen, trying to make some semblance of his memories as he set about preparing breakfast. Normally cooking like that was done as a female—it felt somehow wrong to cook as a male since he had started living at the Tendo Dojo, in both sets of memories he now had.
But given his groping last night, he didn’t feel like exposing his redheaded side for a while.
Thus, he was trying to cook as a male.
Oddly, he found it peaceful, wondering if the feeling was why Kasumi cooked all the time.
The rice was in the rice-cooker, he was working on several dishes on the stove, wearing an apron—non-pink of course, he was a guy after all—as he stayed nearby to make sure the dishes were done and none of the food burned.
It was a bit harder as the only clothes he could find when he woke up was a pair of boxers. But at least he didn’t have to worry about any oil popping out of the skillets and striking his genitals or his rear.
That was something he was pretty sure would hurt … a lot … for a long time.
As he worked, he tried to sort through his memories, tried to identify what was real and what was not.
Sex with the elder Tendos seemed to be real, but he could remember a world where touching Kasumi would feel like a religious sin and touching Nabiki would feel like selling his soul to the devil. Yet he had memories of both seeking him out, of both riding him, of both screaming praises and his name as they reached the peak of pleasure such acts could bring.
He could remember never having such carnal acts with the fiancées in both sets of memories. So at least both sets showed he was smart enough to avoid the obvious act that would have given one of them the right to claim him as an official fiancé.
Yet he remembered sleeping with the two false Tendo sisters, he remembered having a carnal relation with Azusa of the Golden Pair, with Akane’s two friends … at the same time, with even Rouge.
Quite frankly, he couldn’t help but think the version of him in the world he remembered without sex was a chicken when compared to the world with it.
And yet here he was, with a girl he barely remembered from the past of the sexual world, waking up nude in her bed, and some very vague memories of seeing her after the wedding, as if he was still dreaming at that moment.
Obviously something had happened, something magical—because magic always fucked with him in ways he could only see becoming worse in the end for him. So he decided to ride it out until he could figure out a plan.
After all, what was the worst that could happen here, in a place even he didn’t know where he was?
He should have known better than to tempt Fate like that.
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