[Episode 125170] [Episode 125170]Nabiki was not, but she nodded her head nonetheless, and braced herself. A second later she could not stop a gasp escaping from her mouth as Ranma poured cold water over his, now her, head.
“Steady,” Ranma cried out, rushing forward to brace Nabiki as her knees started to give out. “Are you alright,” she asked in concern.
“I can take it. It’s not as bad as it has been,” Nabiki said from between chattering teeth. Her statement was not all together bravado. She was at least spared the panic filled anxiety that something bad had happened to Ranma. She was right there in front of her. Only . . . Nabiki could not feel her, not the way she could feel male type Ranma. She leaned in to Ranma, needing the physical confirmation that the girl was there.
Ranma did not contradict Nabiki, but she could clearly see that the girl was suffering. The room felt warm and toasty, even with her skin wet from the cold water she had used, yet Nabiki was shivering as if caught in a blizzard. Ranma wrapped her arms around the taller girl and tried to warm her with her body, to little effect. “Let’s get you under the covers,” she said at last when Nabiki’s shivers gave no sign of stopping. She helped Nabiki over to the big bed, fresh with new linen and covers and the mattress turned over so that the dry side was up.
Ranma had been a bit disappointed when Nabiki had told him that bondage was traditional, but not necessary for bonding a slave, now she found herself happy that was the case as she eased Nabiki under the covers and joined her. The idea of tying Nabiki up in some sort of compromising position and having her way with her didn’t seem nearly as much fun in the face of the girl’s current suffering. Ranma pulled the blankets up over both their bodies and spooned herself up against Nabiki’s back, trying for as much skin to skin contact as she could. “Better,” she asked.
Nabiki took a deep shuddering breath. The initial feeling of numbing cold was fading, but there was a core of cold deep in her body that Ranma’s body heat and the blankets didn’t seem able to dispel. There was also a strong sense of loss. So strong it made her stomach ache. “Yea, better,” she said, praying that this would work and this was the last time she’d ever have to feel like this.
Ranma eased her hands, which had been resting on Nabiki’s stomach, upwards till she could cup the girl’s large breasts, which felt all the bigger in her tiny hands. She felt uncertain in her actions. She’d never had to think about what she was doing before when making love to Nabiki, she just knew. Now she tentatively rubbed Nabiki’s breasts feeling the large nipples bend and compress under her fingers and palms. The cold circle of her seal ring was a distraction as it moved back and forth on her much smaller finger. She took her hand away from Nabiki’s breast and drew it back up and over Nabiki till she could ease the ring off with her mouth. The large heavy seal filled her oral cavity as she closed her lips and returned her attention to Nabiki’s tits.
Nabiki tried to relax into Ranma and savor the feel of her hands roaming over her chest, but she missed the rough confident actions of Ranma’s male form, and the ache in her belly was still distracting her. She longed for the feel of Ranma’s muscular male form stretched out behind her, the hardness of his masculinity pressed into her bottom, his large hands covering her breasts, the feel of his strength controlling her with ease. She shuddered with longing for her master’s presence.
Ranma was getting frustrated. Why was this so hard? She’d eased one of her hands down over Nabiki’s belly till her fingers could play with her snatch, but nothing was happening. At least not anything Ranma wanted to happen. She could feel the bigger girl flinching when she tried to stimulate her. She needed to take stronger measures, but found the idea of doing so without knowing for sure Nabiki really wanted her to do them off-putting. With some effort she he put aside her inclination to wait for some sign from Nabiki as to what she wanted her to do. She needed to make Nabiki sexually aroused. She couldn’t let her friend’s suffering continue. She eased her body down under the covers. Ranma spit the seal ring into her hand and clenched her fist around it. She then kissed the back of Nabiki’s neck and slowly worked her way down the other girl’s spine, making sure to keep her hands busy on other parts as she did so. Eventually she reached the base of Nabiki’s spine and kissed her way down into her ass cleavage. Nabiki spread her legs to give her better access and encouraged by this sign of approval she pulled back enough to ease her friend over onto her back. Ranma slipped between Nabiki’s legs. Nuzzling her mouth up against Nabiki’s pussy she used her mouth and tongue to stimulate the sensitive nerves she found there. Nabiki’s outer labia eased apart to let her get her tongue right up onto the most delicate areas.
Ranma felt like her tongue was about to fall off, she been at this forever. But, at least Nabiki was finally starting to show signs of approaching an orgasm. Her breath was coming faster and her lubrication was flowing. Even her clit had poked its little head out from under its hood.. Soon, soon, she’d be able to end Nabiki’s problems.
Sweat beaded on Nabiki’s forehead as she concentrated as hard as she could, pushing the sense of lose and loneliness into the background. Behind her closed eyebrows she conjured up an image and feel of her master, imagining him standing beside the bed, looking on in approval as Ranko serviced her. The fading welts on the red-heads ass had not been put there by Nabiki, but by him. He slowly stroked his large erection as he held Nabiki’s gaze with his own. She knew that as soon as she reached her climax, he would give her that shaft. He would possess her, and never again would she lose him.
“Lick faster, slut,” Ranma ordered Ranko, putting his hand on the top of her head and forcing it deeper between Nabiki’s legs. Nabiki felt a thrill, even if she couldn’t feel him, it was clear he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Ranma was surprised when Nabiki’s hands dug into her head and pulled her face into her crotch, but the move gave her a renewed sense of purpose, along with the confidence that came from knowing very clearly what Nabiki wanted from her. She buried her tongue as deep up into Nabiki’s clutching tunnel as she could extend it, using her lips to nuzzle and stroke the outer layers of Nabiki’s cunt. “Soon, soon,” Ranma hummed causing her lips to vibrate against Nabiki sensitive nerves.
Nabiki’s breath caught with a sudden inward gasp, and Ranma felt the girl’s thigh muscles clench. Hastily she slipped a finger into the seal ring, working blindly as she did not dare stop her oral ministrations. She was just in time to press the ring against Nabiki’s bottom. It was as if the cold metal was the trigger she needed as the instant it touched, her body shuddered with her orgasm. It was not spectacular, nothing like the ones Nabiki usually had with her male half, but it was an orgasm. Ranma quivered with tension as she waited for the bond to take effect.
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