She couldn't take it easy though. If she didn't kill Ranma soon her troops would lay siege to this castle. Which would leave them sitting ducks for the troops reinforcing Saotome despite them taking their own sweet time.
For example, they'd insisted on arriving by horse - whereas if they had gone by railcar and gotten horses in Kyoto - they'd have arrived by now. The only one going by train was that Chardin fellow - and with frequent stops for replenishing the food he might not be here until after the others had arrived.
While she didn't particularly care for her troops' welfare, replacing them would be a pain if she had to remain in this world. Wait too long and the timeline would click into place and she'd have lost her chance to remake the world.
Now she simply settled into place near a window, a blowpipe in her hands. Wait for the proper moment, then strike!
"Please my lord, as Makoto did say - if the world be remade tomorrow and all our time together forgotten - let me at least have this moment," said Minako, shedding her kimono and letting it fall to the floor. Revealed was her pale skin in all its slender maiden glory.
"Oh please not again," groaned Haruka, not sure she could continue to resist if this went on. Already she could feel the Haruka of this timeline urging her forward - to prove her womanhood to her lord and that she could be desirable and sensual in her own tomboyish way.
Michiru groaned herself, feeling her own arousal and the almost irresistable urge to mount her lord and master and ride the wild horse.
Ranma looked past Minako and saw the silent plea of Hotaru there.
It wouldn't take much, he knew. The Lord Ranma part of him knew how to pace himself and draw on reserves. He could lie with Minako, bed Hotaru, and then perhaps two more before he slept the sleep of the exhausted. Not that he thought it a good idea prior to battle though if the battle held off till mid-morning it would be all the better and he'd certainly be more relaxed.
Which ones if he did? Haruka and Michiru he looked over. Either of them would take a slight nudge and they'd be on their knees helping him to recover for his next bout. Lord Ranma knew what the flushed faces, erratic breathing, and shifting in their chairs meant - and it wasn't that they were ready to watch pro wrestling. Setsuna was looking quite distracted. He could have her screaming his name and bucking like a pony inside five minutes if he worked at it. Ami, Rei, or Usagi for that matter - the part of him that was Lord Ranma knew each of them and had spent considerable amount of time learning exactly what would get each to that point of squirming euphoria the quickest and to full mindblowing orgasm the deepest. It's a Lord's duties to see that his subjects were happy and productive, after all.
"One moment," he told Minako and gently disengaged himself from Makoto.
He kissed and hugged each of his concubines, going from one to the other. This wasn't a seduction though, he merely sought to reassure each. They were treasured, they were loved, they were trusted, they were relied on. If it were at all possible, Ranma assured them, he would remember them.
Ranma of Nerima needed no one and would have denied all such feelings. Lord Ranma knew each of these - they were his friends, his concubines, his loves, his stalwart companions.
The hugs and reassurances took long, but when he was done he went back to Minako and gently led her by the hand to the bed.
Again he made love to a beautiful and passionate girl. He would have gone slowly and patiently but Minako wasn't having any of that right now. She wanted fast and furious.
After some hesitation, Ranma changed tactics to give her what she wanted. Which was hard enough she wouldn't be riding horseback for the next week.
A pair of hands materialized during the event, revealing that one of those riding the line had succumbed and was now eager to begin.
When Minako died the little death and passed out with a satiated smile, it was this one who had come to her lord and performed service on the "little master" as she referred to it one of the times she wasn't licking or sucking on Ranma's manhood.
She didn't forget the balls either, her hands stroking and scratching there. When he was hard again, it was with her straddling him, guiding her rod between her petals while the others looked on. Most of them in surprise because they hadn't expected the performance to be joined in by:
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