[Episode 239654] [Episode 239654]
In the middle upstairs bedroom of the Tendo home, a pageboy-haired girl dressed in T-shirt and panties twisted on her bed, trying to find a comfortable position. She failed miserably, and sat up with a sigh, knowing very well that the problem wasn’t inside her mattress but inside her. Nabiki turned in the dark to stare out her window into the rain-filled night, fighting the near-panic that rose again at the sight. Come on, ‘Nabs’, you know Ranma isn’t bothered by weather when she’s a succubus. You know she rejected whatever offer that demon made her, Night Flower told us as much! Cherry Blossom is with her, the way that bubbly sprite acts it just isn’t possible to stayed depressed around her, Ranma will be fine, she’ll be here in no time, back to her usual blunt, egotistic self.
But it had been an hour since Night Flower had told them about Cherry Blossom finding their lost sheep, before the sprite had gotten distracted by Kasumi’s garden, and Nabiki had found it impossible to concentrate on schoolwork, on reviewing her threat files (her blackmail files, before she’d had to explain them to Ranma), or her manga — finally she’d given up and gone to bed, and now that wasn’t working out, either.
Suddenly, light flared into existence outside her window, and Nabiki whirled, looking up at the dark ceiling as she felt two nature spirits pass through her wards above the house.
Ranma barely noticed the flare of light as she and Cherry Blossom passed through her mother’s and lover’s wards, and didn’t notice Cherry Blossom pealing off toward the side of the house at all — all the succubus’s attention was focused on the pageboy-haired girl that had whirled to look up toward her through the translucent roof. Then Ranma was passing through that roof and the ceiling beneath it, only to falter for a moment, blanching, as a wave of relief, guilt, joy, fear, anger and love slammed into her. Recovering, pushing through the emotional onslaught, she dropped toward Nabiki’s widespread arms, and her lover pulled her into an embrace that would have had her gasping for air if she needed to breathe. Her own arms circled the Tendo and for several minutes the only sounds in the room were Ranma’s murmurs of comfort and apology and Nabiki’s gasping, shuddering breath.
Finally, the shudders traveling through Nabiki’s body slowed and vanished and her breathing and grip eased off until one arm dropped to circle Ranma’s waist while the other reached up to stroke her lover’s loose scarlet tresses. “Enough, Ranma,” she murmured, breaking into the succubus’s continued monologue. “I’m fine, and you have nothing to be sorry for, you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, except for charging off into the night, that is,” she added, pulling back enough to look into Ranma’s brilliant blue eyes. “The next time you get like that, at least let me hold you while you work it out!”
Now that the emotional tsunami had receded, Ranma felt the sheer joy and awe of her vision bubbling up to the surface again on a rising chorus. Grinning, she said, “There isn’t gonna be a next time,” before tilting her head up and pulling Nabiki into a kiss that had her gasping for breath. Breaking off, Ranma laid her head back on Nabiki’s shoulder, giggling at the stupefied lust Nabiki was now radiating.
Suddenly, the lust vanished to be replaced by worry. Nabiki reached placed her hands on Ranma’s shoulders and pushed them apart, staring into the redhead’s face through narrow eyes. “Ranma, what happened — what’s wrong with you?” she asked concernedly. “I mean, you aren’t just reconciled, you’re positively giddy!”
“I’m fine, really, I feel great!” Ranma caroled. Breaking away from Nabiki’s grip, she lifted off into the middle of the room and pirouetted in place. Stopping her spins, she giggled at Nabiki’s wide-eyed stare. “Actually, I think I’m drunk,” she added conspiratorially before rolling into a head-over-heels twirl, dancing to the chorus sweeping through her.
“Ranma, get down here, please,” an increasingly concerned Nabiki requested. When the redhead stopped spinning and settled down in her lap again, she asked, “Drunk on what? You can’t drink.”
“On life,” came Nodoka’s response from the doorway.
In a flash Ranma was out of Nabiki’s lap and across the room, her arms around her mother. “I’m sorry I scared you, it won’t happen again,” she said softly.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, dear,” Nodoka retorted softly, returning the hug with a smile and a kiss on the cheek and a brush of love across her daughter’s soul. “All children frighten their parents on a fairly regular basis. Now, why don’t you rejoin your fiancée? I suspect she could use your company more than I could.”
As Ranma obeyed, snuggling down in Nabiki’s warm lap with a soft sigh as she luxuriated in the aura of love and lust radiating from her lover, Nodoka seated herself in the chair by the desk. As Ranma made herself comfortable in Nabiki’s arms, the older girl looked up at her new sensei in the occult. “You said Ranma’s drunk on life? How is that possible? Is it a succubus thing?”
“No, Nabiki-chan, it’s a nature spirit thing,” Nodoka replied, and gave a quick explanation of the Voice and its impact.
As she finished her explanation, Nabiki stared down at her snuggling companion in awe. “You saw everything?” she asked in amazement.
“Mhmm, though I can’t remember it all, just too much. But what a ride!” Ranma replied with a giggle. “But I remember one thing — why I couldn’t make myself change inta a guy.”
“Why?” Nabiki asked after a moment when Ranma seemed to drift off.
“Why? Oh! It’s ‘cause a’ how succubae are made — born without a grown-up succubus around ta teach ‘em anything. Means it’s all instinct-driven. It’ll show up when I need it, just like the wings.”
Nabiki stiffened in shock, and Ranma shifted uncomfortably at the fear and guilt suddenly radiating from her fiancée even as Nabiki’s grip tightened. “Ranma ... you know what you’ll have to ... how new succubae are made?”
“Ya mean the whole get the seed from a guy, add my own bit ta the mix, then get some girl pregnant? Yeah, I saw it all.”
“And you’re all right with this?”
“Sure — it’s what I am,” Ranma replied, looking up quizzically at Nabiki’s intent gaze and adding, “though ya can forget the part about abandonin’ my kids ta mostly die, not happenin’.”
Her fiancée gazed down at her for a long moment, then looked up worriedly at Nodoka. “Mother — sensei — as happy as I am that Ranma isn’t freaking out about this, is this ... this giddy complacency ... normal?”
“No, Nabiki, it isn’t — not most of the time, at least,” Nodoka replied. Rising from her seat, she knelt beside the two sitting on the bed. “Ranma,” she said softly, “I know it’s wonderful, what the Voice gives you. But do you remember what Cherry Blossom told you about how many newly-born nature spirits get swept away by the Voice and never recover?” When Ranma nodded, she continued, “There’s another danger — the Voice is seductive, addictive; the urge to constantly let it wash through you, to dance to its music is always there. But there are dangers out in the world for nature spirits as much as for humans, and if you are constantly focused on the Voice without a care for your safety, you will soon be dead. So please, for Nabiki and me, push the Voice into the background — turn down the volume.”
Ranma hesitated, and Nabiki’s arms tightened at the near-panic that swept through the redhead, displacing the giddy delight. “But ... but Mom ... if I block it out, what if I can’t find it again? I can’t lose this, I can’t!”
Nodoka shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way. The most you will be able to do is reduce the Voice to a whisper — always there, but in the background. And you don’t need to always keep the volume that low.” Glancing up at Nabiki, she said, “Student, since you didn’t know about the Voice, I assume you don’t know why Kasumi’s gardening has become so popular with nature spirits?”
Nabiki frowned in thought, thinking back over the last months, then her eyes widened in realization. “You’re right, there have been a lot more nature spirits hanging around, how did I miss that?”
Ranma giggled. “Ya were too busy makin’ real enemies by blackmailin’ maybe-enemies,” she said, and Nabiki blushed as Nodoka chuckled.
“Well, yes, there is that,” the Tendo sister muttered.
“Yes, anyway,” Nodoka said, forcing down her chuckles, “after our meeting a few days ago I asked around, and the reason why so many nature spirits are stopping by here now is you, student — or rather, your wards. They know from experience that you have no interest in binding nature spirits into servitude or killing them for potion ingredients, and within your wards they’re safe from others that will. So they come here to — I believe the phrase is ‘cut loose’, let the Voice sweep them away for awhile, dance to the full chorus.” With a laugh, she added, “I’m afraid that thanks to you, the Tendo Dojo has become Party Central for fun-seeking nature spirits!”
The two teenagers joined in the laughter. When it eventually died down, Ranma said, “So you’re sayin’ ta save the full experience fer when I’m home, an’ tune it out when I’m away?”
“More than that, dearest — only let yourself go when you aren’t doing anything else. You still have Akane’s training and your own studies, both the Art and school. And then there’s your time with Nabiki — it’s hard to have a real connection with someone when most of your attention is somewhere else.”
Eventually, Ranma reluctantly nodded. “Okay,” she muttered, and closed her eyes.
Outwardly nothing happened, but Nabiki felt the giddiness radiating from the girl in her arms slowly fade, morphing into an almost serene soft joy that she could barely sense. When Ranma again opened her eyes, Nabiki smiled down at her. “Welcome back, love,” she whispered.
Nodoka smiled wistfully as the two teenager lost themselves in each other, then rose to her feet. “I think we’ve talked about this enough tonight, and it’s way past this old woman’s bedtime. We’ll discuss the demoness who propositioned you tomorrow.” Waving aside the instant protests that she wasn’t old, she headed for the bedroom door. In the doorway she paused, turning back for a moment. “But while I may be old — or at least older — you two aren’t. And tonight isn’t a school night — enjoy.” And then she was gone, the Nabiki listening to her footsteps receding down the hall toward her room as Ranma watched her through the barely visible walls.
Finally Nabiki sighed contentedly, then smiled down at the readheaded cutie cuddling in her arms. “So, ready to call it a night and meet me in my dreams? Or should we you’re your mother’s advice and feed you first?” she asked softly.
Ranma stirred, then turned to smile up at her fiancée. “Neither,” she said. “I got a better idea.” Reaching over, she took one of Nabiki’s hands from around her waist and lifted it, guiding it up to place it over a large, firm breast. “Why don’t you ‘feed’ for a change?” she whispered, then giggled at the sudden uptick in the lust radiating from her lover.
The hand Ranma had placed on her breast trembled slightly even as Nabiki sucked in a breath. This was not a good idea, when Ranma went human he wouldn’t have the Voice for support, she was under the Voice’s influence right now if only a little. But the Voice wasn’t going to go away and Ranma had to adjust to the demands and impulses of his nature spirit form sometime — and the cute, sexy bundle in Nabiki’s arms wasn’t the only one that got ‘hungry’ sometimes. After a moment, the breath gusted out. “Ranma ... are you sure?” she asked softly. Ranma simply nodded, then tilted her head up to capture her lover’s mouth with her own, her tongue running along Nabiki’s lips, seeking an entrance that was eagerly given. Hell with it, Nabiki thought, I’ll deal with any fallout in the morning!
As the two girls’ tongues dueled, probing and circling, Nabiki began to stroke the breast Ranma had placed her hand on, running her fingers along the underside, up and around, then inward to circle the nipple crinkled tight in arousal. Ranma sucked in a breath, and Nabiki’s lips curved up around the two tongues as she felt a surge in the pleasure and lust radiating from her companion. She idly wondered if this was what it had been like for Ranma, all the times their positions had been reversed.
But the thought was fleeting, as she lost herself in the succubus’s rising pleasure and need. Breaking the kiss, her hands gripped Ranma by the waist and lifted, turning her lover so that those bounteous breasts were level with her face, and Ranma gasped, grabbing on to Nabiki’s shoulders as the other girl leaned forward to gently suckle a nipple, playing with it with lips and tongue while a hand took ownership of the other.
With Ranma holding her shoulders this left one hand free, and it roamed along the soft buttocks Nabiki had admired so often, then slipped around a thigh to probe up between the redhead’s legs. Ranma moaned as fingers ran along the outside edge of her cleft, up one side and down the other, then slipped among her moist folds. “Wow, this wet already,” Nabiki murmured. “You are a hot little firecracker, aren’t you?” She slipped a finger up into Ranma’s sheath and began to pump even as she sucked on the nipple her tongue had been playing with, and chuckled throatily as Ranma’s pleasure and joy ticked up even higher.
“Yesssss,” Ranma managed to hiss. “I ... I’m your little ... little firecracker. All ... all yours ... all a’ me ...” Her voice faded away as her hips began to buck on their own. Nabiki chuckled again and stopped her own pumping, leaving it to Ranma’s hips. She only added a second finger and only moved her hand to keep pace as her lover’s weightless lower torso tilted higher and higher into the air with each undulation.
Eventually, Ranma’s bucking hips had risen to the point that Nabiki was finding it difficult to keep her lips wrapped around its captured nipple, and she slipped her fingers out of the succubus’s sheath and let go of a breast to grasp her by the waist. “As wonderful as your body feels, I want a taste,” she murmured, lifting Ranma higher and pulling the redhaired girl’s hips toward her face.
She paused for a moment to slip her lover’s legs over her shoulders, then Ranma gave out a strangled shout, clutching at Nabiki’s head as the Tendo’s mouth covered her cleft, tongue busily slipping along her folds and probing into her sheath. Nabiki pulled away for a moment to look up at Ranma’s face as she luxuriated in the waves of pleasure coming from the panting succubus. “Keep it down, Akane and Kasumi are next door, we don’t want to wake them up!” she whispered with a devilish grin, then dove back into her feast, hand holding the spasming nature spirit in place.
Ranma gritted her teeth against another shout at the resumed sensations washing through her from Nabiki’s attentions, fighting to keep her moans down. Okay, two can play at this game, she thought shakily. Letting go of Nabiki’s head, she dropped her hands down along the outside of her thighs and ran her fingers along the bare skin of Nabiki’s chest through the T-shirt she wore, along the swell of her breasts. The redhead spasmed for a moment when Nabiki moaned into her cleft, then her fingers resumed their travels until they rubbed across the rosy tips she knew so well, now crinkled tight with passion. Nabiki moaned again, but this time Ranma was prepared for both the effect on her folds and the wave of pleasure washing out from the other girl. Her hands went to work, tweaking nipples and massaging flesh, and it was her turn to luxuriate in her own physical pleasure mixing with the sensations now radiating from the attentions she was giving her lover.
But Ranma’s own rising tide of pleasure was rapidly outpacing what her attentions were giving Nabiki, and her competitive nature awoke. Releasing Nabiki’s twin mounds, she put her hands on her lover’s head and pushed away floating out into the room.
“Ranma, what’s wrong?” Nabiki whispered, concern breaking through the pleasure high she’d been riding.
“Nothin’,” Ranma murmured back. “Spread yer legs.” Nabiki looked down at her bare legs, pressed together where she sat on the edge of the bed, then back up at her succubus. The mouth coated with Ranma’s juices broke into a broad grin as she spread her legs as wide as she could. Ranma darted forward to run her tongue around Nabiki’s lips, savoring the new taste of her own juices as her tongue roamed around and then into her lover’s mouth, then flipped around and pulled herself down along Nabiki’s body. She paused for a moment to savor the intoxicating scent rising from the soaked panties Nabiki still wore, then closed her eyes as the top of her head sank into the bed she could barely see and her mouth fastened on Nabiki’s wet folds.
Nabiki sucked in a breath, then pulled Ranma’s hips toward her and again buried her face between her lover’s legs, tongue again playing along the folds there and brushing across Ranma’s clit, and now it was Nabiki’s turn to suppress a cry, burying it in Ranma’s pussy as Ranma moaned into her own. The two girls clutched at each other, each driving the other to greater heights and each feeding on the emotional feedback those heights delivered.
In the end it was Ranma that lost their impromptu race, unable to make up the lead that the attentions from Nabiki’s mouth and fingers had gained as they had first played with her. Her whole body tried to whiplash as her orgasm flashed through her, and she muffled the scream ripped from her throat in her partner’s cleft. It was all Nabiki could do to hold on to the spasming girl, even as the tsunami of pleasure smashing into her from the nature spirit set off her own orgasm and she locked a scream of her own behind clenched teeth. The pleasure and energy from Nabiki’s orgasm pushed Ranma’s own climax to even greater heights, and her world went dark as the wave of sensation smashed her under.
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