Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Chained World: The Fall of the House of Kuno ❯ Counting the Hours - First Night ( Chapter 8 )

This was originally published by me under the name Anduril at Anime Addventures, with the only changes being a few corrections in spelling, punctuation and the occasional word choice. If you like the beginning of my story but think I've gone off the rails, or have your own ideas for a great branch-off, or think I'm taking too long to update and want to continue the story yourself, come to Anime Addventures and join in the fun!

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On to the first (and so far only) lemon for this story.

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Ranma knocked on Akane's door, then when there was no response again. Still not hearing anything, he slowly opened the door and looked in to find Akane stretched out on her bed with her face to the wall, shoulders shaking.

The pigtailed boy stood and watched for a few minutes, wondering what he should do. Finally, he sighed and walked over to sit down on the bed by his former fiancée. Reaching out, he gently stroked her hair. Akane stiffened at the touch, but otherwise gave no sign she was aware of his presence. “I'm so sorry, Akane, believe me. But I just couldn't come up with another way. The thought of you and yer sisters as slaves ...” He choked up and fell silent.

For a moment longer Akane failed to respond, then she abruptly sat up and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. Gently, Ranma pulled her into his lap and rocked her as she wept, running a hand up and down her back.

Eventually, Akane ran out of tears and for a time the two simply sat in silence. Finally, she straightened up and pulled away enough to look Ranma in the face. “So, Kuno's goons will be showing up three mornings from now?” Ranma nodded, and she smiled tremulously. “All right, that means we need to make the next couple of days as memorable as possible. There's movies, ice skating, the arcade, ice cream, maybe a picnic, and if we're lucky Ryoga will drop in and you two can fight ...”

Akane's voice trailed off as Ranma gave a slight chuckle. Her smile faded then, and she whispered, “But tonight's for something else.” Leaning forward as one hand reach up for the back of Ranma's head, she pulled him into an inexpert kiss.

For a long moment Ranma was too stunned to respond, then his arms tightened around the black-haired girl and their kiss deepened until they finally broke apart, gasping for breath.

After a moment, Ranma stuttered, “A-Akane, a-a-are ya sure? I don't have any condoms, I don't think yer on birth control ... what if ya get pregnant? I won't be there ta marry ya or help raise the kid ...”

“I don't care!” Akane asserted, then paused for a moment. “Actually, I do care ... I hope I get pregnant, to have at least that much that's you ... and don't worry about raising the child. If I can't marry you I'm not marrying anyone, but I'll have Kasumi and Nabiki to help, and your parents will be bound to get involved, what kid could go wrong with all that?”

“Gee, with Pop involved? Let me count the ways!” Ranma said, and Akane laughed.

“Hey, I'm not going to be stupid enough to let him haul the kid off on a years-long training trip!” she mock growled, then leaned in for another long kiss that again left her gasping, though this time not for lack of breath.

Her hands shaking slightly, Akane reached up and began undoing the fastenings to Ranma's shirt with one hand while her other hand started working its way down the buttons of her blouse, only to have Ranma grab her hands.

“Akane, I ... I don't know ... I haven't ...” Ranma broke off, blushing furiously.

“You mean, with all the fiancées throwing themselves at you, you never slept with any of them?” Akane asked incredulously, and Ranma shook his head.

“No,” he said quietly. “You were the fiancée I was interested in, and ya didn't really want ta have anything ta do with me.”

Akane looked down, shamefaced, then pulled her hands free and resumed opening shirt and blouse. “I was interested, I was just afraid to show it,” she whispered. “The way our fathers acted, you know what would have happened if I had.”

“Yeah, they woulda had us in front of a priest in no time.”

“Right, and I wasn't ready to get married — I'm still not, not really, but now ... I wish ...”

“Yeah, me too,” Ranma said, shrugging out of his now open shirt, and reached out to slide Akane's blouse off her shoulders. “But if yer sure ...” he asked, reaching out to cup one of Akane's firm breasts, rubbing the nipple through the bra's fabric.

Akane gasped at the touch, and nodded. “I'm sure,” she said, and quickly stood to slip out of her clothes. Ranma followed her example, and the couple fell back onto the bed.

For a short while, the two lovers simply explored the bodies they knew by sight (usually followed by a malleting, in past days), hands and mouths roving, accompanied by moans, gasps, sighs, and the occasional yelp.

After what felt like forever and not long enough, Akane slipped a finger down between her legs, along her womanhood, between her lower lips, feeling the dampness. That should be enough, she thought, and rolled on her back, spreading her legs and pulling Ranma over on top of her. Getting the hint, Ranma grasped his manhood, positioned the head of his cock at her opening, and slowly thrust in.

As it turned out it wasn't enough, and Akane bit back a yelp of pain as she felt her slightly dry vagina expand to accommodate its intruder. Then Ranma pulled back and plunged into her again, and again and again ... and she was gritting her teeth as intermingled pleasure and pain shot through her from her vagina and clit. Then, as Ranma continued to thrust into her, the pain faded as she got wetter, the pleasure grew, she found herself pushing up to meet her lover's thrusts — and Ranma stiffened and bellowed, head back, eyes closed, plunging in as deep as he could reach, and Akane felt his seed explode into her, filling her depths and oozing out around his rod to slowly flow down her ass.

Ranma lowered himself down to the side to lie alongside his lover. “That was too quick, wasn't it?” he muttered. “Sorry `bout that.”

Akane sighed and turned on her side to face him. “Don't worry about it,” she said. “The book said the first time might be like that. You — we — will do better next time.”

“Book? What book?” Ranma asked, and Akane stiffened, blushing.

“Did I say `book'? I meant ... meant ... meant ...” Ranma grinned as Akane frantically searched for another word and failed to find one. “Okay!” she finally mock-growled. “I was thinking about ... what would happen if we got married, and ... I read a book on the subject.”

“Really!' Ranma exclaimed. “You bad girl, what would Kasumi say?”

Akane grinned impishly. “She said `good luck' ... I borrowed it from her.” Laughing at Ranma's dumbfounded expression, she added, “There's a lot more going on under that placid front she puts up than you'd think.”

Ranma shook his head in amazement. “What d'ya know? So, this book, does it have lots of positions, pictures?” Akane nodded, her blush returning, And Ranma grinned. “We'll have to borrow it for tomorrow night. Tonight, we'll just have to improvise.”

 

In the room next door, Nabiki continued to stare at the wall above her computer monitor, as she had since Ranma's bellow had captured her attention — the moans, groans, squeaking bed, etc., she had been able to ignore, but that shout had been a bit much. After a few minutes the gasps and moans started up again, and the middle Tendo shook her head, a sad smile on her face. Good for you, little sis, give that boy — man — a send-off he'll treasure, whatever happens.

With a sigh, the pageboy-haired girl turned her attention back to the monitor, determinedly ignoring the sounds from her sister's room (and a brief stab of envy she firmly suppressed). So, what can I do to make things easier for Ranma? There isn't much I can do about what happens to Ranma once Kuno gets his hands on him — her, but maybe I can at least keep an eye on what is happening. His servants and retainers have been amazingly loyal, but in this case perhaps I can get an in — they have to know how crazy Kuno is about this, and sympathy should give me leverage I haven't had before. But that just lets us know what's going on, maybe pass some messages back and forth, it doesn't do anything to shorten ...

Suddenly, Nabiki shot bolt upright in her chair. Wait a minute, I've been thinking about this according to what Ranma offered, but Kuno changed the deal! Ranko isn't going to be a permanent slave, and she's going to be going up for a public auction! There's no way someone as wealthy and obsessed as our `dear' lord is going to let himself be outbid, but as it stands he isn't going to have to bid thatmuch — what commoner is going to offend his lord by bidding against him when he can't win? And those with enough influence to be protected from Kuno's anger aren't going to be personally attending your everyday, common auction, they have servants for that, most of whom probably won't be there, anyway. All of which means years more that it'll take Ranko to pay off the debt. But if someone was to start a rumor ... no, too slow, I'll have to pass the word directly, damn. Ah, well, no avoiding it. So, who do I know of that's wealthy and politically connected enough to be safe, and either wants Ranma for himself or has a grudge against the Kunos, or both ... ?

The last of the dull lethargy that failure and guilt had laid on the middle Tendo vanished as her fingers flew over the keyboard, eyes narrowed and burning with a flame that hadn't been there since before her father drove a tanto into his abdomen. The Ice Queen was back.