Spring of Drowned Vampire

5. Almost Human

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Warning: Sexual situations ahead! ^_^ ‘YAY!!’

Early morning sunlight filtered through an open window in the Tendo household to fall on two silent forms, intertwined beneath white cotton sheets. A few songbirds whistled from the window, and one of the forms stirred.

Ranma quietly and carefully propped his head up onto his elbow, watching his beautiful black-haired girl sleep and recalling with arousal the night before. The sunlight, dappled by trees outside, shone on her dark locks and moved as her chest rose and fell. ‘She’s so peaceful when she’s asleep,’ he mused, ‘but I think I love her both ways.’

The only thing souring this moment was the thought that he had to leave. He must leave Nerima, and soon, or people would take notice. He wasn’t completely immortal, after all. Memories of angry lynch mobs threatening with wooden stakes floated before his eyes, but he forced them away by breathing in Akane’s musky, feminine scent. ‘Kami,’ he thought, she is sexy.

Overwhelmed by desire for her body, love for her soul, and a need to protect them both, Ranma resolved to leave before things got any deeper. Maybe she would understand. She turned in her sleep suddenly, and the sheets pulled tighter across her body to reveal her small but perfectly shaped breasts. ‘I have to stop this,’ Ranma thought desperately as he felt his body respond to the loveliness lying prone before him.

“Akane,” he said, too loudly. She roused with a small start and then a stretch, smiling when her sleep-dosed eyes focused on him. Curling her hands up and around his neck, she pulled him down to the pillow for a kiss. He submitted readily enough to her passions, feeling himself harden even more, but after she pulled away, he shook his head.

“I must go if I want to live, Akane. If I stay, I will die.”

Startled by his reaction, Akane leaned back, frowning.

“What do you mean? But now we finally have each other. There’s the Nightshade to help you keep your human side, and– well...”

“You don’t understand. Being–what I am–isn’t just having a hunger for blood... I don’t age. I haven’t grown an inch since I moved here. My body’s chronological clock is just sort of stuck in my teenage years for as long as I live.” He looked down, as much as one could when lying down.

“Just how old are you, Ranma?” she asked him, surprised that she hadn’t foreseen that complication.

“I am actually not as old as you might think, but I’ll look adolescent forever.”

She nodded, realization slowly dawning. “So that’s why you and your dad never stay in one place for more than a little while. They’d notice you hadn’t changed at all, and then...”

“Yes. And then they get angry. I can’t say I really blame ‘em. The first few months it was really horrible. I didn’t know how to control myself at all, and times were tough. It’s a good thing panda blood isn’t very appealing to vampire instincts, or you’d have two monsters in the family, not just one.” He shook his head, his eyes off in the distance.

“Oh, no. No, Ranma, I couldn’t think of you as a monster,” Akane said, moving embrace him, her breasts pressing close against his chest, re- enforcing his body’s earlier arousal. He shuddered slightly as she kissed him on the lips, then on his cheek, then down his neck and across his chest, pulling the sheets back as she went.

A groan escaped his lips as her kisses moved closer and closer to his stiff manhood, which was fully erect. “Oh, Akane...”

Her hands caressed his chest even as her kisses moved lower and lower. The intensity of the heat building inside him increased when she paused above his rigid shaft, her milky white fingers lingering at its base. Then, with a smile, she took the rod in her hands and lowered her lips to place the gentlest of all kisses on the throbbing tip.

She kissed him there again, longer, making him squirm with savory desire. Ranma’s gasp of surprise became another groan as she took him into her warm, wet mouth. Some very small part of his brain noted that from this angle he could see straight down her cleavage where the sheets still pulled tightly across them. An even smaller part noticed the dappled morning sunlight on her face, enjoying the way it played across her ivory curves.

For the most part, however, his mind was almost catatonic with pleasure as her lips moved up and down his manhood, teasing him with her tongue and probably enjoying the complete control she held over him. Ranma wanted her body more than anything at that moment–wanted her so badly–so, so badly... He felt the telltale shudders begin, and, reining in his passions with an effort, pulled out of her deliciously warm mouth.

A predatory grin spread across his face, he moved onto his hands and knees and advanced on the kneeling Akane, who seemed turned on though a little afraid (which, he was slightly ashamed to admit, turned him on even more.)

Having been seduced more than once in his female form, Ranma knew better than any other man alive where to touch, where to kiss, to turn his lover’s desire into a raging flame. Fully conscious of his still throbbing shaft, he pressed her gently back onto the bed with an open-mouthed kiss (fully glad he hadn’t decided to cum inside her mouth) and moved lower as she had. Massaging her breasts gently, oh-so tenderly, he let his lips travel down her soft feminine curves, smiling up to reassure her as he heard her whimper and moan. Then he dove into her sex, which was as warm and wet as he had yet seen it, enjoying the way she involuntarily arched her back when his tongue curled around her center of pleasure, her clit.

After a few moments of this, when he felt her body begin to tremble as his had, he moved away. Panting in a way that couldn’t help but be sexy, the flush-faced black-haired girl grinned up at her lover, and he returned it, rapaciously. Looking down at her, he realized that part of his desire for her was tied up in his desire for her blood. Her flushed cheeks did as much for his painfully rigid member as the sight of her beautiful body lying prone, horny, bare-chested, and vulnerable to advances. His vampire instincts weren’t the intense imperative they once were, probably thanks to the nightshade he had eagerly accepted the night before. Yes, he wanted to bite her and imbibe her precious liquid, but the wonder of the thing was that he didn’t need to, and that freedom felt wonderful. As he moved towards his lover, who opened her legs wider for him, Ranma felt almost human again.

By now, he was so horny he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from cumming the second he entered her, so he went slowly, by pressing the head of his cock against her entrance and sliding it in inch by inch.

“Oh, Ranma, oh, that feels so... so good...” Akane arched her back again, rising to meet him with an expression of pleasure painted across her beautiful features as he savored the feel of her warm, wet crevasse. He pulled out, thrusting in again with more power–in and out, in and out, each stroke gaining in intensity and passion like waves of heat on a midsummer’s day.

They moved together, two naked forms intertwined in the sunlight, driving, plunging, kissing, caressing, and thrusting with heated desperation. The pace of the dance escalated into reckless abandon, and as Ranma felt Akane’s muscles tighten convulsively around his cock, he released his control. Without even thinking, he leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck, opening his mouth as he did so to strike his unsuspecting victim... and hesitated at that last, vital instant. The orgasm hit them both like the crash of a wave, and they cried out together–

“RANMA, YOU HENTAI!” bellowed a furious masculine voice from the window, and Ranma, mind and body still locked in the hazy throes of the orgasm and fighting the need to taste blood, was jolted rudely into reality again by–you guessed it–a splash of icy cold water.



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