Ranma, the Naive Succubus: Oh, cum all ye faithful, Joyful and Triumphant (LEMON) [Episode 134446]

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Meanwhile Nabiki's dream was centered on the events of the last day. Nabiki had mentally undressed Ranma several times that day. "Serves him right for running around naked."

She was unsure how she felt about his invisibility. For some reason, the idea of "seeing" a guy being naked but invisible was much more titillating than a guy being naked under obscuring clothes.

The fact that she'd been asked to marry him, and might wind up married to him, left her rather frustrated by the end of the night. Her dream matched the events of her earlier masturbation exactly, except before she orgasmed, Ranma entered her room, naked and unabashed. His arms and chest were just as she'd imagined them, powerful and virile, but his lower bits were as anatomically accurate as a "Ken" doll. On his crotch where genitals would be, was a steel circular socket for attaching something.

Nabiki didn't feel any embarrassment, but she did pause the thrusting of her dildo due to the awkwardness of the situation. Ranma was completely naive over their nudity or Nabiki's actions, as he walked over to her.

"You found it!" he said, as he took Nabiki's vibrator from her unresisting fingers. He turned the controls on the bottom to maximum, and with a half-twist, affixed it to his crotch where his penis should have been.

Then, with a perfectly open and innocent expression, Ranma stepped between her legs, and resumed what Nabiki had been doing before he arrived. But now she had both hands free, and a cute boy smiling at her with joy and affection, and the dildo was driving with uncommon strength, and enthusiasm, and the dildo was set to Max.

Nabiki had a mind-blowing orgasm, and as the aftershocks seasoned her afterglow, she heard Ranma say, in a kind voice, "One down, nine to go."

Ranma raised her ankles to his shoulders, and while he expertly massaged her bottom, he pounded away like a man possessed. Between what he did with his hands, her dildo, and her own stimulation of her breasts, she came again.

"Two down, eight to go." Ranma rolled her over so she was lying on her stomach, bent over the edge of the bed.

"Slow down! I just came so I'm really sensitive!"

Ranma slowly and gently buried himself completely inside her. He massaged her shoulders as he slowly drove in and out of her in a manner which was driving her crazy. Her third orgasm was drawn out as a collection of aftershocks kept it from ending. Afterwards she was as weak as a kitten, when Ranma said, "Three down. Seven to go."

Nabiki couldn't lift her arms without help. Ranma sat on the bed, and sat Nabiki facing him, with her legs sticking behind him, and her arms around his neck. He kissed her passionately, and then lifted her unresisting body, and lowered her onto his shaft. Raising and lowering her, as if he were using her body to give himself a hand job.

When her fourth orgasm hit, she passed out. The last thing she heard was a wistful voice saying, "Oh well. I guess we'll try again tomorrow. If we can't get it right, we'll do it over and over again."

Kasumi's dream had less to do with her life, and more to do with the bodice ripper she had been reading. In her dream, she had just finished cleaning up after dinner.

Her sisters were in their rooms, finishing their schoolwork, and would be going straight to bed. Her father had gone out, ostensibly on patrol for as his job of maintaining the peace, but Kasumi knew he'd be spending it in a pub, crying into his drink.

Finally she was free from her normal life to pursue what was truly important. She went to her room, and released the hidden panel in her closet. Inside was an outfit unlike what she had been wearing.

She took off her calf-length dress, and put on the new outfit. It was black. She wore boots with a bit of a heel. They stopped just below her knees, covering a pair of black tights. Underneath she wore a black body-suit. The whole outfit was skin tight, and very sheer. Covering her chest was a black leather vest, to provide modesty, which wasn't designed to close, but to drape across her breasts. At her waist was a wide black leather belt, from which hung a rapier. On her head she wore a black hat with a wide rim. And covering her eyes was a strip of cloth tied behind her head, with two small holes for her eyes, hiding her identity as a mask, so that none should suspect that Kasumi Tendo was really Zorro!

She concealed her horse behind the church, and sought out Father Pedro. He was young for a priest, and unfortunately took his vows seriously, as Kasumi found him very handsome, but neither she nor he would do anything so sacrilegious. He did his best to run the local orphanage, and when Zorro had succeeded in recovering money stolen from the peasants by the corrupt landowners, the father would receive an anonymous donation.

The two stood at least six feet apart, as they both found each other beautiful, and neither would tempt fate by getting closer. He told her how the seedy tax collector planned to evict a young man, and his recently orphaned half-sister.

The twenty-one year old boy and his twelve year old half-sister were the only members of their family left, after their parents died in a farming accident. The tax collector illegally evaluated their property at several times its real value; then when they had to sell everything to pay, he used his thugs to run down the price of their house at auction, and bought it for much less than its value.

He took their house, paid bribes so no one could stop him, pocketed the difference, and left the two still in debt. And tonight he would evict them.

The fat, balding, corrupt man rode with his three thugs to the house.

The handsome but poorly clad boy and girl stood in front of the door to plead from mercy. While the tax man had none, he loved the sense of power he had from commanding his men, and making other people beg.

He failed to notice when the scared little girl's expression changed slightly, as something scary that was unexpected happened. A black-clad woman seemed to appear out of the shadows behind one of the men, and silently subdued him, and dragged him away, without anyone except the young man and girl noticing.

Not understanding what happened, the young man played for time, adding flattery to his pleading. A second man was dragged into the shadows.

As the third thug was dropped by a loud rap on the back of his head with the pommel of her rapier, Zorro strode into the light. "You needn't ask this pig for anything."

"Zorro!" He noticed his lack of guards, and drew his sword. The two's rapiers flashed together. "Your attack can't get you anything. I am the legal owner of this house, the deed has already been filed, and the SALE was completely legal and binding."

"That may be true, but you are not completely stupid. You know you won’t be able to steal from the peasants, and embezzle with the landowners forever. Sooner or later, you'll be worth more dead to the hacienda owners. I know you're never more than five feet from the bulk of your riches." Throughout her speech, she managed to flick her rapier past his guard, and tear at his imported clothes.

Zorro disarmed him, and held the point above his heart. If a lunge missed his heart, it would likely puncture a lung. "Raise your hands!"

With a flourish, Kasumi's rapier lashed out. The fat, bespectacled taxman's pants fell, hobbling him. Kasumi recovered all the spare swords, and ordered him to step out of his pants.

"You mean to humiliate me?"

"No, I've done that already. I'm taking your money belt." Kasumi counted out the inflated price for the house that drove them in debt, and tossed it to the girl. The young girl, focusing on the important parts of the situation made the money disappear on her person. Her older brother was standing slightly stunned.

Kasumi tossed the bastard a small bag, put your rings, earrings, and necklaces in here, or I'll cut them off you! Then lie on your belly." Collecting the wealth, she tied the tax man's ankles together.

She turned to the poor victims, and said, "Move to another town, or he'll get his revenge. Change your last name and use the money to buy a new house for yourself. Get at least a hundred miles away."

Swiping her sword, she carved a large "Z" in the front wall of the house bought by the prostrate crook.

"How can we thank you?"

Kasumi paced toward him. He backed up until he was stopped by the wall. His expression of anxious worry at the thought of what this dangerous woman might do, as she invaded his personal space.

She interposed her knee between his thighs as she reached behind his head. She pulled his face down into a long, hot, passionate kiss as she ground her thigh around his groin. She could feel his muscular body, hardened by constant toil, respond; even as she noticed his reason had retreated. Breaking the kiss, she looked him in the eye, and said in a low, steady voice, "Maybe next time we meet, you might have something more personal to offer. Something that we might enjoy together."

Then, pulling her cape around her, she left the beautiful young man, and vanished in the night, riding off with four stolen saddlebags.

Kasumi slept on, with a smile on her face.

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(Posted Tue, 08 Mar 2005 07:38)


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