Only by blanking her mind to the consequences had she been able to avoid the wu jen's curse.
Mimette sat to the side, the picture of an overworked maid with sore feet, and watched the lights in the Lord's bedchambers.
The Shogun's reinforcements were still a full day away. If the rail lines had been completed on schedule, they'd already have been here.
Her forces were only an hour away but there would be no way they could overwhelm the castle in that amount of time.
They were just a diversion anyway.
The guards were thick on the walls, protective spells hung thick in the air, and the more experienced among the maids had outfitted themselves with naginata. The younger ones were only armed with a simple tanto, but they were expected to seek shelter and not move from it once the battle began.
It wasn't unheard of for couples to come together in the hours before a battle for one last affirmation of life.
Mimette watched the lights and smirked, knowing that at least one of the Senshi would seek that comfort. The rest would be standing watch but distracted. When Lord Ranma flopped back to his side of the bed, the needle concealed in the mattress would scratch him. The moment he died - she'd feel the shift and could then assume control. No Lord Ranma, no Shogun, no Emperor. Instead there would be only Mimette and her helpless slaves.
There, the lights were flickering. Mimette smiled as it was any moment now.
She had needed this, needed this tonight, and getting him to cooperate had been a battle itself. But if they died tonight, or if the world were rewritten so that this had never been, what would be wrong with doing such a simple thing?
They came together first at the hands. Such a simple gesture, with fingers threading together into a whole. Her soft, smaller, hands with the slight manicure vs his thicker, coarser, heavier hands decorated only by lines of callous.
Hers was, despite their relative physical strength, the more confident role. It was she who pulled him closer so that their chests touched.
She lay against him then, simply enjoying the closeness for a moment, his wildly beating heart finding an echo within her own slower heartbeat. Just relaxation, nothing more until she could finally feel him start to relax.
Slowly, because this horse was a skittish one, she shifted her hands. Letting go of the one so that she could hold him closer and run her hands down that muscular back.
Shorter than he was, she had to use her hands to draw herself closer, pulling lightly until finally he relaxed enough that their lips could come together.
It was not a forceful joining, nor was her tongue trying to force itself down his throat. This was gentle and patient from her, clumsy and inexperienced from him. She delighted in the silken skin over corded hard muscle as she pressed ever so delicately at first with her own lips to his.
Slowly she felt him beginning to stir, the initial panic receeding as deep within him something responded as well. When his hands clumsily swept down her back to cup her buttocks, supporting her better than her own grip did, she moaned into the kiss and turned her head aside to begin laying kisses on his neck and shoulder.
Her grip shifted, wanting to press him into her, to get closer to him somehow. He fell back against the bed, her continuing to grapple as her kisses turned more hungry and predatory. Ancient instincts, older even than the Moon Kingdom, came into play. She bit and groaned as she felt his iron hard rod and used one hand to guide it into her creamy cleft. A little bit at a time now, her tightness gradually relaxing as she let her weight settle. Inch by inch as she twisted and rotated and finally could take no more within her.
It was odd, feeling stretched and somehow satisfied. This was not a stranger or a some martial artist from Nerima. This was her Lord, her daimyo, her Ranma, her love. She rocked and cooed, not really aware of what she was saying, just needing to give voice to something. She bounced as he flexed and they met together again and again, never completely retracting out as they quickly found a rhythm they could agree on.
It was a timeless moment, and she couldn't tell how long it built up within her or how many thrusts it finally took before she felt ready to burst. She clenched her legs around him, calling for the final release.
It came then, a final thrust deep within her and the flood of juices that overflowed her intimate spaces. It was done, over, she sagged spent against her Ranma then. Finally she rolled off of him to pant with satiation and exhaustion at his side.
Mimette stared at the bedroom windows. The guards passing her merely gave a few chuckles and a low voiced comment that sounded coarse but also envious.
"Damn, how long was that?" Mimette for a moment wished she had a wristwatch. That had seemed to take a lot longer than she had anticipated. There also had been no cry of pain and shift in the power so her needle trap had failed. She'd have to do this herself and use some of her power to hold off that curse long enough to do the act.
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