[Episode 209846] [Episode 209846]“Why did I buy this?” Ranma wondered as she held up the old Chinese silk clothes, so much like this she’d worn in her troubled youth. “Oh, well.” Putting it away to puzzle over latter, she prepared for her date.
“Make–up, check,” she exclaimed, studying the mirror, puckering her lips and batting her eyes. “Passed.”
“Hair–do, uhm, check,” she said, fluffing up her silky smooth locks and brushing them back over her cute little ewe–horns. “Okay, it’s passable. Better make an appointment at the salon soon though!”
“Sexy dress, check,” she said, smoothing out the backless evening gown. “Well, yeah. I do look gorgeous in red satin!”
“Girl, you are ready!” she pronounced. And so she was; piping hot and ready for a good meal. Maybe she’d even eat some food too. “Time to go!”
She stepped onto the balcony of her loft apartment, paused, then dashed back inside. “Oppsie! Almost forgot. No date with Kochan is complete without these. Handcuffs, double check!”
Slipping the restraints into her purse, she stepped back onto the balcony, lifted the train of her dress in one hand, spread her wings and launched into the evening air.
Landing outside the mausoleum in the back of the estate, Ranma retracted her wings and pushed aside vines to descend into the depths. The crypt was appropriately dark and foreboding, and her voice echoed ominously when she called out, “Kochan? Are you ready?”
“Ah, Ranma darlink, you are lookink so delicious this evenink,” a dark haired shadow remarked as it slipped up behind the succubus and pulled her arms back. With a practiced gesture, the handcuffs were snatched from Ranma’s purse and quickly slipped around her wrists. “I cannot wait, My Darlink, I vant to suck your blud!”
Ranma gasped as fangs punctured her jugular. They bite deep and drew out a gushing font of blood. She arched her back against the pillows endowing the lean, athletic body holding her prisoner, and moaned as he lifeblood was drained. “Kochan… don’t… stop…don’t… stop… oh… don’t stop… you… You’ll get blood on my dress!”
Hands reached around and fondled her breasts, rubbing, and squeezing, and drowning further protest in the knee trembling groans milked out of the succubus. A fanged smile glinted in the shadows.
“Nonsense,” Kodachi reprimanded as she licked the oozing wound clean. “A true lady spills not a single drop. And never on such expensive fabric. Hmm… Especially not vhen she tastes such sweet blud. And a little spicy too. Oh, the taste of it! I vant to drink you all up. I don’t vant to vaste it. My, my! Who have you been feedink on, My Darling, and where can I find them?”
“You say the most romantic things, Kochan,” Ranma sighed wryly. “But actually I’m starving right now. If you’re finished snacking, perhaps you could feed me?”
“Vut of course, My Darlink!” Kodachi exclaimed, her eyes flashing red with anticipation. “It vill be my plaasure. Come into my parlor, my sweet victum, and I vill finish you ovv.”
With bone pale skin and glowing red eyes, Kodachi Kuno was a strikingly tall and elegant apparition in gothic black evening gown, leather corset. And with a figure that was somehow no longer gymnastic lean, she really made the Elvira look work for her.
She guided her handcuffed ‘victim’ into the lavishly decorated crypt, pushed her onto the carpet, and swept one leg up to rest a high heeled boot on Ranma’s shoulder. The split skirt slipped off the long limbs, revealing a silk lace framed snatch.
Ranma’s head was firmly drawn into the furry vee by the vampire’s strong, long nailed, hands. Her tongue darted out and began exploring familiar territory. The cold, dead flesh, warmed by the taste of fresh demonic blood, began to moisten under the succubus’ expert ministrations.
“Ah, Ranma, darlink, your wicked tongue brings me back to life! You are such a good little slut. I vish I could convince you to be my minion? Vhy von’t you come serve me forever more?”
“What?” Ranma teased around the corner of her mouth. “And compete with your other pets? Or perhaps you should be afraid I’d steal them all away?”
“Vell, there is zhat,” Kodachi agreed with a chuckle. “You vould eat my leetle darlings up in no time, My Insatiable Darlink. Now, no more talkink with your mouth full, My Dear. Be a good girl-slut, and drink my orgasm all up!”
Ranma did not need to be told twice. She was quite hungry, and Kodachi’s bloodlust aroused ardore was most delicious.
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