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Good Mornin'

Ryouga stumbled through the front door, exhausted to his bones. He dropped his travelling pack on the floor, wincing as it made a loud thumping sound that echoed in the dark house. Frowning irritably at said pack, he took off his shoes and shut the door, padding delicately across the foyer and up the stairs. “That is the last time I stay that late at Ranma's,” he grumbled quietly to himself as he reached the bathroom - he said that every time.

He bathed quickly and toweled off, then wandered naked through the house, heading for his and Akari's bedroom. There wasn't anyone else there to see him, anyway, and Akari was asleep. Well, at least he hoped she was. Sort of. The thought of her waiting up for him made him pause a little and he grinned happily, picturing her laid out on their futon, in just a nightie… or even better, nude.

Rubbing his hands together at that thought, Ryouga crept to their door and slid it open. “Aw…” he sighed unhappily at seeing her asleep, moonlight caressing her soft face. Well, still, the sight of her lovely features highlighted by the muted light from the window was enough. And at least she wasn't missing out on sleep. His heart swelled with love and he leaned momentarily against the doorframe, just watching her.

Shaking himself out of his haze, he yawned and walked over to their futon, tucking his large form inside next to his wife. Akari murmured something and rolled away from him, just as he was reaching for her. Feeling a little hurt - despite the fact that Akari was clearly asleep and therefore incapable of deliberately giving him the cold shoulder for staying out so late - Ryouga lay down on his back and sighed a lonely sigh, practiced from his many years on the road. He stared morosely up at the ceiling, but eventually, the gentle sound of Akari's breathing lulled him to sleep…

 

“Oh Ryouga! You're so strong and manly! Look at you lifting that entire house!” Akari giggled happily, clinging to his leg in French maid's outfit.

“You're so much stronger than me, Ryouga!” Ranma wailed pathetically. Akane was trying to drag him to his feet, both of them dressed like pumpkins.

Ryouga smirked confidently, hefting the house above his head and twirling it on one finger. “I know, I'm the man.”

“The man!” Akari squealed happily, running her hands up and down his thigh. Ryouga shivered and accidentally dropped the house on Ranma and Akane. “Oh, I think you killed them!” Akari sounded appropriately dismayed.

“Naw, we're good.” Ranma said from the rubble, dragging his wife out by the back of her pumpkin costume. “Let's get outta here so that octopus can finish eating you.”

Blinking at the non-sequitur, Ryouga looked around for the aforementioned octopus, and he found it.

On his dick.

“Aah…!” Ryouga groaned out loud, surprising himself awake. Groggily, bright sunlight stabbing painfully into his eyes, and assessed himself. Limbs? Check. Mouth? Tastes like feet. Crotch? As per usual, he had an erection upon waking, however, he also noticed something that wasn't usual.

There was… something on him, applying warm, moist pressure. He was reaching down, intending to lift off the blanket and see what the hell was on his dick, when he realized just how good it felt. He snapped fully awake. “Ah… Akari…” he gasped, looking down at the lump moving under the covers. Slowly, he dragged the blanket to the side to reveal the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed first thing in the morning.

Akari was kneeling between his thighs, working him over, one hand on the base of his shaft and the other next to his hip. Her mousy brown hair was draped over one small, bare shoulder, and as far as he could tell she was naked. She was moaning softly on occasion, and when he craned his neck to watch better, he could see her red lips moving over him, and her pink tongue when she swirled it over his head as she came up.

Whimpering at the sight, Ryouga placed his hands into her hair and held it out of her face - it had to tickle, he thought dimly. Gently he twitched his hips up in time with her motions, never taking his eyes off of her, his entire body quivering. He came sooner than he would have liked, and watched with a deliciously pained expression on his face as she swallowed, mouth still around him. Grunting at the sensation, he shut his eyes against the stars swirling in his vision and shuddered as his dick spasmed in her mouth.

Gradually, Akari sat up, her mouth coming off of him with a small pop, earning her another groan from her husband. Giggling, she wiped her mouth on her hand whilst he watched her with lust-filled eyes. “Wow.” He said, panting at the sight of her naked body enhanced by the sunshine coming through the window.

“Good mornin', sweetie,” She said brightly as though she hadn't just gone down on him, as though he'd found her in the kitchen. Then her entire demeanor changed; her eyelids drooped over her blue eyes, and her lips parted slightly, “I hope you're not too tired…” she trailed a hand possessively down his chiseled abdomen, and the muscles twitched obediently under her touch.

“N-no,” Ryouga squeaked, still trying to reorient himself after that wake-up call, “no, not tired.” He sat up and gathered her into his arms, marveling for the millionth time at how small she seemed compared to his huge arms and hands. Placing his hand delicately under her chin, he tilted her face up and kissed her, the salty, bitter taste of himself on her mouth a strange turn-on.

“Ooh!” Akari cried happily as she pulled away and reached down to caress his cock, which was already stiffening again as a testament to Ryouga's monster-like stamina.

“Uh, yeah… you're beautiful,” he mumbled awkwardly, always feeling so clumsy and ridiculous compared to her soft curves and sweet voice, “it does that around pretty women.”

Akari giggled and kissed him again, deeply, running her tongue across his fangs. She straddled his lap and rested her hands on his massive shoulders, running her fingers lightly across them. “Mmm…” she moaned into his mouth, grasping his erection with her tiny, farm-roughened hand. Ryouga shuddered and brought his hands to her pert breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them in ways that he knew made her squirm.

She didn't disappoint, moving sensually against him. He felt a small dot of wetness against his head as her opening brushed against him at one point and shivered again. Releasing her mouth, he looked into her beautiful face. Akari sucked on her lower lip and rubbed against his shaft again, meaningfully, her wetness coating him.

Ryouga wasted no time. Clutching his erection in one hand he helped her guide him inside of her, struggling to stay upright as her body engulfed him with agonizing slowness. Akari made a soft, high-pitched noise when their hips met, and Ryouga had to grip the futon to keep from grabbing her waist and slamming her up and down on him.

“Ryouga,” Akari gasped out, moving with at that same, torturous pace, kissing his neck and digging her nails into his shoulders. She was so tight and hot, and he was already sensitive after the blow job. All over his body grew warmer and warmer with each delectable squeeze of her core.

Trying to focus on lasting, Ryouga watched his wife's face, but that didn't really help. Akari's mouth was slack with pleasure as she rode him leisurely, eyes closed lightly, blushing all the way to her chest. What a sight! “Sweetie,” she murmured suddenly, opening her eyes as she stopped moving, much to his frustration, “I want you to love me.” she flushed redder with embarrassment and Ryouga watched as even her erect nipples seemed to get darker.

“Absolutely,” he said hoarsely. Carefully, he tilted her back until she was flat on the futon, her legs around his waist. He sat back on the balls of his feet and began pumping into her, trying to keep the careful pace she'd had a moment ago. His wife made a noise of irritation, surprising him. “Please, sweetie, I won't break.” She whispered. Ryouga stared at her for a moment, still thrusting gently inside of her; her face, haloed by her brown hair, was scrunched up slightly in frustration. That wasn't the face he wanted to see.

“Okay,” he said, trying to hide his excitement - normally he tried to be as gentle as possible, but right now…

Watching her face for any signs of discomfort, Ryouga gradually picked up the pace. Akari gasped excitedly and arched her back, gripping him tightly with her strong legs. Ryouga groaned and ran his callused hands over her bouncing breasts and down her taut stomach to brush against her clitoris. Akari shrieked in pleasure and her head rolled side to side. “Aah!” she cried out again when Ryouga rubbed her more deliberately.

“Are you close?” he groaned, growing impossibly hotter at the sight of her face twisted with pleasure, mouth open as she gasped with each of his powerful thrusts. Akari nodded dazedly and gripped the blanket behind her head with both hands. Growling excitedly at the sight, Ryouga pounded into her and continued the ministrations with his hand until Akari went rigid, head rocking back as her body clenched around him.

Momentarily robbed of breath, Ryouga could only watch with dizzy delight as his wife's head lolled to the side and her eyes rolled up into her skull as she gasped, her inner muscles squeezing him. Leaning down, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Ryouga thrust quickly into her, wanting to share her pleasure.

After just a moment he was over it, crushing her soft body to his hard one, his hips bucking against hers with each pulse of his cock inside her. “Ooh…” he sighed, touching Akari's forehead with his own, “that was… wow.”

His wife giggled softly under him. “Yeah?” he nodded, opening his eyes - when had he even closed them? - and watching the mirth dancing in hers. “I'll have to wake you up like that more often, darlin'.”

“Yes,” Ryouga said absently, kissing the light sheen of sweat off of her upper lip, “please.”