[Episode 45370] [Episode 45370]
(Author's Note: I would like to thank Matdeception for his help on this rewrite. He helped me flesh out this chapter more so than it was before. The rest of the thread will still fit, this is jeust a better revision of the episode. Plus, Matdeception came up with a rather nice joke about the true 'Master' of Ranma's body.)
Jalliele'Brea, Empress of Aebra, otherwise known as Archon stepped out of the bathroom, in Gina's lab, steam escaping as the door open and closed quickly.
Archon sighed contently, idly pulling the towel wrapping her frame up more comfortably. The bath had felt so good, the way the waters caressed her body while she scrubbed and washed around the dirt and dull aches of yesterday’s ‘punishment’. That Julia really was a slave driver! If only she had thought to use her artifact in the beginning, she wouldn’t have had to do all that manual labor.
Archon grumbled, slinking her way as quietly as possible through the various bodies that littered the floor. She didn’t want to wake them, else they catch her nearly naked like she was.
Archon smiled softly, her gaze resting on a full body mirror, idly parting her wet bangs she admired figure, the way her damp brown fur hugged the skin beneath did nothing to detract from her attractiveness. She had always been considered a beautiful creature, always told that she was the purest crystal underneath the midnight skies, a nova among the stars.
Archon sighed, dropping the towel carelessly to her feet as she gazed in the mirror. She took a moment to examine her figure thoroughly. Heart shaped face some how alluring and commanding at the same time, inviting thin dusky lips, enticing ample and pert breasts many a men would cherish, a thin slightly muscled waist and stomach, long sculptured legs and her entire figure covered with soft-as-silk fur. If everything that she had been told was the truth, then why oh why did Stryyp reject her as he did? Was she not pretty enough? Did she some how fail to entice the Prince with her womanly charm?
Archon snorted, shaking her head as she went about slipping into her silky underwear, enjoying the soft and snug feeling it brought her. ‘Strype didn’t reject me for my body he rejected me for Brit..’ She sighed, killing off that train of thought when she realized how depressed she was becoming.
Archon shimmied into her dress, taking the time to smooth out the wrinkles around her waist and hips before donning into some slippers Gina had given her the night prior. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the others in the room. It appeared to the empress like one of those Earth-style sleepovers she had heard about in the past. What was so funny about the situation were the overly dramatic and cute positions the others were in. Luan had at some point crawled on top of Gar, who wrapped his right arm around her protectively. Oddly enough, Carla was pressed against Gar’s side, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. Genn and Seance had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, both clasping protectively to the other.
Archon sighed longingly at their looks of contentment, all those involved simply radiated happiness at being with those they loved, or at least cared for. The others in the room who didn’t have that special some one to cuddle with were no less cute. Tyr sucked on her thumb like a little baby, cooing and whimpering so softly Archon almost didn’t hear it. Then there was Asrial... Archon had to stifle much giggling in regards to the Skunk princess. Who knew the princess of Salusia could snore so loud? It was a simple miracle the others hadn’t awoken yet from it.
Picking up her discarded towel, Archon ran it through her hair while she watched Seance and Genn unconsciously cuddled close to one another, looking as peaceful as she had ever seen the two. These thoughts brought her back to the matter at hand, and the entire reason she had decided to visit Earth. She needed to find a man, a man who could love her and she love him like no other.
Archon sighed wistfully, her memories returning to that handsome pigtailed human… Werecheetah she had met and befriended. There was something about that boy she couldn’t grasp, something that reached out and taunted her, yet promised her all the same. Kind to a fault, though rather egocentric. Not that she cared, a man with a Confidant demeanor like that was well worth the chase.
“Only he already has Two women chasing him, both with seemingly legitimate claims while I’m...” She sighed, “I’m just a lonely woman seeking companionship...” Put in that way, Archon didn’t believe she had a snowballs chance in hell of establishing such a relationship with the man.
“How... Depressing.” Archon muttered to herself, before noticing that one of her bedmates from the night prior was missing. It took her a moment, but she eventually remembered the sensual genius. “Hmm... Gina’s not here.” Archon commented as she slowly tiptoed to the door. "I guess she went upstairs. It should be getting close to breakfast." Archon mused internally.
Closing the door softly behind her, she let out a tense breath, glad no one had awoken due to her actions. Archon smiled sadly, her thoughts returning mostly to her seemingly hopeless odds to garner Ranma’s attention, while another part thought of the chance to quench the overwhelming hunger she was feeling. She hadn’t had the chance to eat since her departure from Aebra; the recent events had been much to exciting, and with all that happened Archon realized was more than enough a reason for having forgotten such a mundane thing..
“I’ll remedy that.” She spoke to herself softly, as she waited for the elevator that would take her back up to the Diggers mansion. If only her love life, or lack there of, could be remedied so easily.
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Gina grumbled, watching her mother disappear with the porno shots pictures of Ranma. Her mother was turning out to be such a kill joy this early in the day. It wasn’t fair damnit! She should have at least let her add those manly pics to her private collection, for prosperity sake if nothing else.
She grumbled, turning around and casting an appreciative glance at the unconscious boy outside. When Gina had first made meet Ranma, it was more or less a platonic working relationship. Neither she, nor many others in her family, expected to see the boy much, if ever again, after they’re little adventure with the Alien spacecraft in Japan. Imagine her surprise when Ranma not only stayed in their lives, but some how and some way he managed to fill it with even more crazy excitement. Gina had felt like a part of her life she never knew existed had come alive.
She pushed away from the table, taking dainty steps to the sliding door, the better to gaze lecherously at a certain pigtailed hunky werecheetah. One of Ranma’s biggest turn offs, in Gina’s opinion, was his age. He was a tad bit on the young side when they had first met despite his mature and rough looks. It was because of this Gina never saw him more than a friend than a potential lover, at least at first anyway.
Gina smirked, admiring the unconscious boy’s muscular chest as she thought back in remembrance of the past. Slowly, ever so slowly Ranma had chipped at her resistance, in recent months really testing her resolve on that matter. Of course, Gina realized, Ranma never knew what effect he was having on her. His carefree, yet caring attitude did most of the damage. Even such a simply thing as a smile, a hug, a word of congratulations or encouragement widdled her down bit by bit. Then came his actions. While Ranma was a prime example of ‘foot in mouth’ disease, he would always go out of his way to simply talk to her. Whether it was about the newest neat martial arts trick he had picked up, or more mundane things such as her day, he even forced himself to get involved in some of her experiments. His determination to their friendship had touched Gina in a way she didn’t think he could.
She didn’t realize it at the time, at least until Brittany explained..
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Months in the Past...
“Hey Cheetah?”
“Wassup, sis?” Britanny replied tiredly, having just finished one of her bench press recitations.
“Have you noticed anything... 'Odd 'about Ranma?” Gina asked, concern etched in her voice.
Cheetah blinked, confused with the statement. As far as she knew Ranma had been acting as normal as he always did. “Eh? Not in the slightest. Why? Something on your mind?”
Gina frowned deeply, “I’ve just noticed something odd is all. He’s been taking interest in the lab and the projects I do, constantly asking questions I’d never expect some one like him too.”
Britanny digested that information, “So?” she couldn’t fathom what was wrong with that.
Gina glared, “So I’m concerned Brit. I never expected him to care about science or what I do with it. Hell, that might not even BE Ranma! I wouldn’t put it past any of our enemies to sneak in here like that.”
Cheetah nodded knowingly. It was a valid point, “So, you’re concerned that the Ranma here currently is a fake because he’s taking interest in what you’re doing in the lab?”
Gina nodded quickly, “That’s right. Theres no way the real Ranma would care for any of that stuff! He’s a fighter, not a scientist!”
Britanny smiled softly. Unlike Gina, Britanny had asked Ranma the moment he started doing things to spend more and more time with her, such as shopping, cooking for Stryyp, (when she wasn't screwing it up) and the like. It was pleasantly simple, and perhaps one of the sweetest things she knew of. With a soft voice, totally devoid of any teasing she spoke, “Gina, sister. The simple things he does is all for a reason. He loves Brianna, now he has learned to love the firearms she loves. He loves me, now he loves to shop like I do. He loves you Gina, and now he loves science. He loves all these things we love simply because its another way for him to love us. Understand?”
Gina frowned, shaking her head, “No clue. What are you trying to say.”
Britanny stood up, towering over her sister slightly. She placed her hands carefully on her shoulders, “Gina. When I asked Ranma the same question, he said ‘I do it because I love you. Theres only so many ways I can express that, if I can love what you do, then that’s another way for me to express my love.’ You get it? Ranma loves you, me, Brianna, all of us. He does what he does as a way to express what he feels, to love us for who we are and what we do.”
Then Britanny chuckled, “He isn’t some shape shifting spy, he’s just Ranma.”
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Gina smirked. It took her some time to truly understand that statement, (and she had to watch ‘What Dreams may Come’) but when she had finally realized it, much to Ryan’s chargin since her realization killed the mood he had tried so hard to get her in, that thought alone had filled her with such warmth she didn’t believe Ranma could ever inspire in her, which totally shredded her resistance.
Archon entered the kitchen, nearly blushing at the low cut bathrobe Gina was wearing... Which showed off her tanned perfect legs nicely. “Good morning Gina.”
Tearing her gaze away from the unconscious boy, Gina turned with a smile and a wave offered for the Empress of Aebra. “Morning Jalliele. Sleep well?”
Archon nodded briskly, ignoring the way Gina had that short bathrobe knotted loosely, the effect showing off a bit too much skin and cleavage. “Amazingly well considering the noise… Has breakfast been made yet?”
Gina shook her head as she walked away, “Nope. It’s a self-service day. There should be some food in the fridge, any pots and pans you need are in the cupboards by the stove.” She said, motioning to the aforementioned cupboards.
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While Gina showed Archon around the kitchen, outside in the backyard Ranma groaned tiredly as consciousness restore itself.
It took him a minute to shake off the horrible pain in his head associated with being knocked unconscious, and then he stumbled to his feet. “Dang… Sensei didn’t hold nothing back!”
He couldn’t suppress a chuckle however. The whole beating he received from Julia had hurt a lot, but that was simply one of the reasons he loved the woman. She always tested his limits, pushing him past them and then beyond that. Respect was too weak a word for his feelings on the matter concerning Julia. He loved her much like he loved any of his friends, hell she was almost a second mother to him, despite her rather... Painful punishments. “I guess this takes tha term, ‘You pay for your pleasure’ to a whole new level!”
Ranma chuckled with that, idly rubbing his bruised shoulder. Despite the pain, he felt the cause of his pain worth it. Last night went beyond words. Brianna was great, at times vicious and domineering, and at others she could be so vulnerable and soft. He knew that they simply didn’t have sex. They made love... At least fifty times! Not that he knew for sure, he lost count some where around the 20th time.
Ranma’s stomach growled loudly, demanding its selfish payment clearly. “Yeah yeah, I’ll get you you’re damn food.” He remarked irritably. The stomach replied by growling louder, as if to warn its pathetic ‘Master’ who the real boss of this body was. Turning towards the door, Ranma had just been about to head off to it... But something stopped him... And made his mouth water.
Gina was visible, dressed in only a loose fitting low cut bathrobe and was talking to some one he couldn’t quite make out from here. "Gina’s looking... Scrumptious this morning..." Ranma thought as a lecherous grin blossomed on his face.
When Gina turned around, raising her arms in the air and locking them behind her head, it caused her short bathrobe to raise slightly much to Ranma’s delight and chargin. He caught a peek of her nether regions; she wasn’t wearing ANY underwear, which was much to his delight. However, she left his field of vision, leaving him with a Raging hard on, much to his chargin.
Ranma smiled evilly. Brianna had his heart, which he had already sworn. That didn’t mean he couldn’t taste the rest? Did it?
Ranma shook himself out of such thoughts. ‘"Where the hell did that come from!? I’ve never looked at Gina like that!” He wondered almost desperately. He realized then he was lying to himself. Truth of the matter he had, only some how he unknowingly ignored it and shoved his feelings and lust for her to the same place he shoved the feelings the various fiancee’s inspired in him. So why on earth was he thinking about it now?
Ranma chuckled, coming out of his daze “Who cares.” He replied flippantly. Now that he understood his feelings, he’d be sure to act on them rather than ignore them and let them be buried. He didn’t consider the possible reasons why he was so open to such things all of a sudden; it never really registered on his mind.
Ranma slid the door open, entering the kitchen and shutting the door quickly. Immediately he was treated to an incredible sight… Incredibly erotic. Archon was in the kitchen, glowing, especially from the forehead where her Artifact was. She was slightly levitating off the floor, rather convient wisps of air blowing up her legs and pushing her loose skirt up enough for Ranma to catch sight of her lacy underwear. That wasn’t all though, for there was an enormous amount of motion around her and through out the room.
The stove was on, food, pots, and dishes were flying through out the air. On the stove, a spatula was flipping pancakes from a skillet onto a large plate. A carton of orange juice floated about in the air calmly as it emptied its contents into glasses. Stripes of bacon some how cooking and sizzling in mid-air as the grease fell into a bowl. Hell, even the toaster seemed to have a life of its own with the bread popping out, just to have new bread float into it just as it finished with the last batch. Despite all this distracting eye-candy, Ranma could only think of one thing.
"Damn... Telekinesis really IS pretty useful." Ranma muttered. He had seen Stryyp do something similar with his own Artifacts when cooking, but Archon was a pro at this. It was such an incredible sight watching the Empress of Aebra use her mind to cook.
Ranma watched everything, but his attention was riveted on Archon herself. Now that Ranma actually took the time, he realized how erotically beautiful the Kyrn Empress truly was. Like a petite demure woman, she stood at 5’4" with sculptured curves that framed her lithe and enticing body. She was rather top heavy, but that only worked to increase Ranma’s attraction towards the woman.
He continued to watch Archon work as his tail swayed back and forth slowly. While there was a breathtaking orchestra of telekinesis performing around him, Ranma simply couldn’t bring himself to look away from the woman, fearful that if he looked away the ethereal moment would be lost.
Ranma knew Brianna had his heart, but... He just knew she wouldn’t mind if he seduced the Kryn. He had spent quite a bit of time with her yesterday, showing her around the Diggers home and getting to know her. He knew from their talking that she was interested, what with all the starry eyes and the ‘touching’ she excused herself with by ‘Oops. Sorry, lost my balance.’ Besides… He was turned on NOW! Brianna was still asleep for all he knew, and he doubted Gina would give it up right then and there... He had the feeling that would take a more personal and emotionally charged incident to pull off... So that left Archon.
Ranma had just decided he would attempt to seduce the Empress of Aebra when said Empress finished her cooking. He could see everything was starting to calm down around him, and knew that this was the time to ‘begin’. He stubbornly ignored the protest from his stomach when it received the signal their eating binge would be delayed.
Archon smiled a little tired, but she simply radiated contentment and no small dose of power. The artifacts were powerful, always filling their users with a sense of supreme ability and confidence. That was why so few ever used, or owned such items. They could easily become addictive, and only the most trusted were allowed them. She was quite pleased with the mountain of food sitting before her, “Just wait until they all see this! Oh I hope they enjoy it.” Then she giggled with glee, her previous depression over her dismal love life forgotten for the moment.
Looking over her work with an appreciative eye, Archon was quite surprised to feel a large and warm body press up behind her, the simply action pushing her gently against the counter. She shivered, feeling vulnerable yet.. excited when she heard, “Mmmm. That smells so good Jalliele. I hope it tastes as good as it looks.”
Archon slowly turned her head back, her eyes widening as she gazed in surprise into Ranma’s eyes. She tried desperately to ignore the warmth his body passed into her by being so close, “Eh heh...” She stammered out, looking back to the food in an attempt to hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She briefly considered moving to the sides, to escape the rather close contact but she quickly disregarded that idea. “Why don’t y, you take a b, bite and f, f, find out?”
Ranma would have smirked, but felt this little bout of teasing should go on abit longer. He leaned over her shoulder, brushing his cheek lightly against hers as he took a noticeable whiff, “It all smells so good Jall-chan! I don’t know which to try first.”
Archon shuddered when Ranma’s cheek lightly grazed her own. She felt little tingles spread across that cheek; her beating heart was starting to speed up. "He... He... He... What is he doing?" Archon wondered desperately, fighting the growing urge to run. “T, t, try the bacon?” Archon offered, reaching down with her dainty furred hand for the food.
Ranma smiled and nodded, leaning forward even more, his body almost crushing the shorter woman’s body uncomfortably. “Hmm... Please.”
Archon had to resist the urge to moan, a searing heat and pressure poking into her lower back giving her no illusions on the matter. Ranma was turned on, but… Was she the one he was turned on about? Oh she wished she wasn’t so... Inexperienced... In such things. How was she suppose to know if he was trying to seduce her or not!? Why, the thought was scandalous!
Archon offered the bacon up to Ranma, who quickly gulped it down, and much to Archons delight and growing aggravation he also nibbled and licked her fingers. She felt so hot, his teasing being something she NEVER had the benefit of experiencing. “D, d, did you like it?” she whimpered out when she felt her juices begin to flow from her honey pot. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the smell of her strong musk
Ranma nodded slowly as he chewed it down. “It’s okay...” Ranma said, his voice full of disappointment. “Hmm... Mind if I pick what to taste next? I just know it will be delicious.” Of course he almost immediately detected Archon’s scent of growing lust. He also detected quite abit of fear and... Desperation. He didn’t understand if he was the cause of such feelings.
Archon almost cried from his tone of voice. It almost sounded like he was rejecting her based on one bad piece of bacon! Oh the shame! oh the humili.. Wait, he hadn’t finished speaking! “Sure!” she all but shouted, glad she had read the situation wrong.
“Jalliele? Are you okay?” Ranma asked, faking concern in his voice as he peered curiously, “My goodness! You’re shaking, are you sick?” he leaned his head close, his lips coming within a hairs breath of her lips. He noticed her breathing had quicken, her lips glistening lightly.
“Nonono... I ’m fine!” She stammered quickly, clawing at the counter as her heart began pounding louder and louder in her ears. She wondered if Ranma could hear it! It was so loud! “G, g, g, go ahead. Take a bite.” Archon realized that she was rubbing her butt against Ranma’s form, and oh so hoped he didn’t mind.
Ranma grinned then, “Since you offered.” His voice enticing and seductive. He crossed the remaining distance, their lips meeting slowly at first as Ranma encircled the shorter woman in a tight hug.
Archon’s eyes widened when Ranma’s lips met her. Dimly she realized he had been asking to taste her, and she had even given him the go ahead. She didn’t return the kiss at first, simply too stunned by the boldness of his actions to do such.
That didn’t last.
The lynch pin happened when Ranma encircled her in a protective and tight hug, soon she was returning the kiss in full. At times she simply enjoyed the way Ranma sucked on her lower lip, some times biting it lightly before introducing her to the wonderful world of French kissing.
Ranma would have grinned, if his mouth wasn’t currently busy exploring Archon’s moist warm mouth. He felt the woman shudder under his touch, he knew she would be moaning if he wasn’t engaging in lip lock.
Disengaging from their lip to lip service, Ranma whispered seductively, “You want to really get started?” he asked, emphasizing his point when he reached up and began to gently and skillfully massage her right mammary.
Archon gasped, breathing heavily as she tried to discern these new and wonderful situations. “Rranma!?” she asked, not knowing what to say being so mournfully inexperienced, when he began to lighten up on his caresses “Don’t stop! P, please!” she begged and moaned, not truly realizing what she was asking for, only knowing that she didn’t want it to stop.
Ranma didn’t need anymore encouragement, he pulled back slightly relieving some pressure on her body, then turned her around to face him. He almost cheered at the glazed look in her eyes, the way she breathed deeply and fast causing her generous chest to heave interestingly. He picked up by the shoulders, placing her down on the edge of the counter. “Spread your legs, beautiful.” He whispered huskily while kneeling down.
Archon did so hesitantly, the brief pause giving her a little more control. Ranma grinned, noticing her panties were completely soaked in her own juices. He reached and bunched her skirt up, Archon shifting her butt as he pushed the material under it and up to her waist. While reaching for her underwear, Archon whimpered and nearly cried out, “P, please Ranma! D, don’t hurt me!” she had heard about how painful a first time could be, and hope to God it wasn’t as bad as her chamber maids had explained.
Ranma smiled pleasantly, tearing the soiled article of clothing with one hand and ripping it away roughly, “Jall-chan, I’m not going to hurt you.” He grinned, licking his lips quickly, “I can’t promise you won’t scream, but I can promise it won’t be from me hurting you.” Seeing Archon stare confused at him only raised his excitement! She just had to be a virgin, Ranma knew it! Grasping her legs, he tugged her closer to the edge, burying his face in her folds.
Archon’s eyes bugged out almost immediately, her hands grabbing and holding Ranma’s hair tightly! The feelings and sensations were more than she expected. She had masturbated before, but even that didn’t... Couldn’t prepare her for this. Ranma’s careful ministrations of her petals had her squirming. When he stimulated her G-spot she convulsed, leaning back against the cupboards trying to find some kind of purchase to hold on as her body fell to the fury of his tongue! Then came penetration and she had to bite back a scream! The feeling of his tongue exploring her tight little twat urging her on as she pulled roughly on his hair, the action itself probably hurt him, but at the moment Archon didn’t care! All that mattered was the feelings he was causing to erupt in her.
Ranma continued to eat the Kyrn Empress out, his tongue exploring the rather tight and quivering muscles of her Labia Majora. Sooner than even he expected, he felt the woman’s legs squeeze his head tightly, his tongue trapped inside as her muscles contracted and contorted through her first orgasm. He was rather impressed Archon didn’t scream, and even more so that no one had managed to stumble upon them yet.
When Archon came down from the orgasm, Ranma stood up, a simple tug on his pants dropping the aforementioned article of clothing around his ankles, his engorged manhood springing to life... As if detecting the presence of Archon’s dripping and inviting sex.
Ranma stepped forward, deeper in-between her legs, the tip of his cock grazing her petals. Archons eyes flew open, her gaze immediately settling on the organ of the man she had thought was beyond her reach not so long ago. Ranma reached forward, tugging the dress down her shoulders until it was bunched up around her waist. He was pleasantly surprised when he discovered she was not wearing a bra!
Leaning forward, but not penetrating, Ranma began teasing Archon’s nipples as he kissed her lips, grinning when her eyes widened at the taste of herself upon his lips. He pulled back, no more than an inch away from her sweaty fur matted face, “I’m going to go slow, just relax and enjoy. You a virgin?” Ranma had to ask, best be on the safe side.
At Archon's frantic nod, Ranma felt his excitement grow at the prospect of deflowering the Kryn Empress. She looked ready to say something, but he wouldn’t have anything of it. “Shhhhh baby, shhhhh... I got the skills, let me take you to heaven.” He made a mental note never to listen to Ryan or Ace when it came to seducing a woman ever again. That had sounded cheesy even to him!
It took Archon a while to decypher the meaning behind his words, but she finally nodded... Giving Ranma all the go ahead he needed. Spitting in his hand, Ranma lubricated his penis before pushing into Archon’s vagina, the petals peeling away with mild resistance as he inch by inch pushed his way in.
Archon’s eyes bulged slightly. It didn’t feel.. . Overly uncomfortable. In fact, the feeling of Ranma pushing himself in felt... Awkward… Incredibly so.
Sooner than expected, Ranma hit upon a small resistance. He would have asked why he hit it so soon, but figured aliens had differences in this department. He pushed through, not even bothering to ask the Empresses permission. Best to get it over with sooner rather than wait.
Archon bit back a scream! That hurt! Her chamber maidens were right! Sex was too pain... Wait... It... Qas feeling better now. The pain she felt was washed away, and now she felt incredibly... Hot. Her loins burned with desire, the primal need to have that man meat fill her up over and over again became her prime thought as she experienced the beautiful rapture of joining with a man for the first time in her existence.
Ranma took it slow with Archon, setting a decent pace. He almost laughed when he started ‘coaching’ her. It took a bit of explaining, but she managed to get the idea and started humping back at him in time with this thrusts.
While she was getting comfortable with that aspect, Ranma was focusing on her chest, neck, and lips. As one hand held her steady on the counter as he grunted and grasped as Archon’s tight channel squeezed the life out of him, the other going to work on her breasts as he licked and kissed her neck, shortly before locking onto her lips, absorbing her ability to scream as their tongues did battle.
Archon’s body convulsed as her orgasm crashed down on her, breaking off the kiss and damn near screaming, her fingers digging deeply into Ranma’s skin as she rode the crest.
Ranma grunted, Archon’s tight petals draining what resilience he had left, shooting his load deep within Archon’s womb... What with Brianna’s all night marathon, Julia kicking his ass, he really didn’t have all that much Stamina left... This was largely due because he forced the true master of his body to wait.
Deep within Ranma’s body, his stomach cackled evilly. Dare the Brain and that pesky nuisance Libido stop it from eating? Damn them all, damn them all to hell! It will have its revenge!
"Huh? ACK! Master Julia!"
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