Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Chained World: The Fall of the House of Kuno ❯ Point of No Return ( Chapter 13 )

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Akane slowly came awake as the gentle knock on her door was repeated. Glancing at the alarm clock, she grimaced at the time, then lifted herself to an elbow as the knock was repeated again.

“Akane, Ranma, are you awake?” came Kasumi's voice through the door.

“I am now,” Akane called back softly, smiling wistfully down at a softly snoring naked Ranma next to her in the bed.

“Elder Cologne just called, the Amazons will be her in an hour and a half, and I thought you and Ranma would like a chance to wash and eat before ...”

Akane winced slightly, but called back, “Thanks, Ranma and I will be right down.”

There was a pause, then Kasumi replied, so softly Akane could barely hear her, “Don't rush too fast on my account, breakfast can wait until you're ready.”

“Thanks, big sis, we'll be down when we're ... when we're ready,” Akane said, then listened to Kasumi's footsteps recede down the hall toward the stairs, her pensive gaze still fixed on her sleeping lover.

So soon, she thought. And he looks so peaceful, and now ... With a sigh she reached out, then paused as a whimsical smile crossed her face. Maybe he has to wake up, but there's waking up and waking up.

Throwing back the sheet over the two, Akane shifted so that her head was level with Ranma's groin. Leaning over, she gently ran her tongue along his limp manhood then sucked it into her mouth, even as she reached down between her parted legs and slipped a finger along the folds of her sex, hissing slightly at the touch. A little sore down there — no big surprise, after last night.

She felt her mouthful slowly expand from her attention even as a low groan came from Ranma, then a gasp. “A-Akane, what ... ?”

Letting Ranma's cock slip out of her mouth, the black-haired girl asked, “Isn't it obvious?” and turned her attention back to the growing erection in front of her face. It no longer fit in her mouth, but she took in as much as she could without gagging and began bobbing her head up and down, tongue swirling around its length as she did so. By now, she could feel her cleft start to moisten as heat again began to build in her own groin.

Ranma groaned at the feeling, but protested, “A-Akane ... oh, that feels good ... Akane, I don't think I can ... can ... not again, after last night ...”

Akane rose upright on her knees, giving Ranma the full-frontal view of her body, a finger still buried in her box and slowly pumping. Smiling lasciviously, she asked, “Is there actually a challenge Ranma Saotome can't rise to?” Then, reaching down with her free hand to grasp Ranma's erection, she cooed, “It seems you already have.”

Giggling at the mix of despair and offended pride on Ranma's face, Akane added, “Don't worry, Baka — you did most of the work last night, so this one's on me.” She quickly shifted forward to position her sex directly over the head of her lover's cock and slowly sank down, hissing slightly at the mix of pleasure and pain radiating from her slightly sore box. Reaching bottom, she paused for a long moment, sighed with pleasure when Ranma reached up and began fondling her pert breasts, then slowly began to bounce on the rod filling up her core.

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“The process is simple enough,” Ku Lon said to the Saotomes and Tendos where they knelt at the table in the Tendo family room.

Xian Pu leaned forward and placed a thermos, a small covered glass dish, and an intricately carved wooden box on the table, then stifled a large yawn as she sat back. “Sorry, long night.”

Ku Lon shot her heir a reproving frown, then continued, “We'll need to move to the furo, add the special herbs to the furo's water, activate the curse, have Ranma drink the potion, rub the ointment into his — her — skin, then have her soak in the furo for an hour. At that point, the curse will be locked.”

Akane glared at the ancient Amazon. “If it's that easy, why does it have to be today? Ranma doesn't ... doesn't have to ... well, until tomorrow,” she finished in a subdued voice, unconsciously clutching the black-haired boy's hand.

Ku Lon looked at Akane for a moment, then shrugged. “True, we could do this tomorrow, but then the ... the aura ... of the magic would still be present. I don't know exactly how Adjusting works” — all but Ranma and Ku Lon flinched at the word — “but the presence of that magic could be dangerous. It would certainly be detectible. Better to give it a day to dissipate.”

“Right,” Said Ranma as he stood up with a slight stagger, face expressionless, and began walking toward the hallway.

“Remember, Ranma, there is no guarantee that we will be able to reverse this later. This is your last chance to change your mind,” Ku Lon said sternly.

Ranma turned back at the doorway and snorted. “Yeah, right. No, my last chance was right before I signed off on this in Kuno's office. Let's get this over with.”

Xian Pu gathered up the thermos, box, and glass and followed her former husband. Ku Lon rose, then paused, balanced on her staff, as Akane also rose to her feet.

“I'm going with him,” she asserted brusquely, but Ku Lon simply nodded agreement, then bowed to those left and followed Akane from the room.

“I'm glad you chose to join us, child, we are going to need your help,” the ancient Matriarch said as they walked (and pogoed) down the hall toward the dojo.

Akane glared suspiciously at her companion. “How?” she asked curtly.

“When we spread on the lotion we are going to have to touch some rather intimate places,” Ku Lon pointed out. “I suspect Ranma will be more comfortable if you are the one to take care of that.”

“Oh ... right ... of course I'll help,” a now furiously blushing Akane replied, as the two entered the changing room.

Ranma looked over from where he was slipping off his pants, eyes lighting up in a stiff face at the sight of Akane.

“Now hurry up, boy,” Ku Lon demanded before he could say anything. “We need to hurry if we're going to be done in time. Akane, it'll be easier if you strip as well.”

Ranma simply nodded, finished slipping off the pants, then waited as Akane hastily undressed and the three stepped into the inner bath.

Xian Pu looked up as they entered from where she knelt by the furo, stirring the steaming water with her arms, the now empty wooden box by her knees, then quickly focused on her great-grandmother, ignoring the naked Ranma by her side. “Furo ready, Great-grandmother,” she reported.

Ku Lon nodded, then turned to the boy beside her. “It's time, Ranma,” she said in a strained voice. Ranma nodded without speaking, strode over and filled the rinse bucket, and without hesitation dumped it over his head.

The now redheaded girl shook her wet hair out of her eyes and turned to face the others. “What now?” she asked.

“Now, the lotion,” Ku Lon replied, picking up the dish and removing the cover. “Akane, Xian Pu?”

The two girls stepped forward, scooped up dollops of the lotion with their fingers, and started rubbing it into Ranma's legs. Ranma flinched at the touch and began to shiver.

“While they're taking care of that, here,” Ku Lon said, drawing Ranma's attention from the feeling of two pairs of hands running over her skin, rising higher and higher up her legs, by handing the red-haired girl the thermos Xian Pu had brought in. “Drink it all. You'll want to make it fast, it tastes moderately horrible,” she warned.

Ranma made a face but complied, drinking down the mixture in large, hasty gulps. Finishing the last swallow, she dropped the thermos and gagged, fighting rising nausea. “Gah! `Moderately horrible'? That was ... was ... I can't say how awful that was!”

“Yes, well, `moderately horrible' sounded better than `the worst tasting swine piss you'll ever drink in your life',” Ku Lon admitted, and Ranma surprised herself with a laugh, only to freeze, blood draining from her face, as Xian Pu's hand ran along her inner thigh. Ku Lon sighed. “Xian Pu, you take Ranma's back, Akane will handle Ranma's front,” she ordered. “Ranma, you'll need to widen your stance a bit.”

A tight-faced Ranma nodded and spread her legs wider, then gasped as Xian Pu moved behind her and ran a lotion-covered hand over her buttocks and along her butt-crack.

Kneeling down in front of Ranma, Akane hesitated as the redhead squeezed her eyes closed and began to shiver, then ran her own lotion-moist fingers along Ranma's nether lips then through her inner folds and over her clit, making Ranma jerk, barely staying upright.

“Easy, Ranma, just relax, we're almost done, I'm here, I'm with you,” Akane murmured over and over as she finished with Ranma's cleft and slowly moved up her stomach, gently massaged her bountiful breasts, moved on up over her upper chest, neck, slowly stroked her former fiancée's chin, cheek, nose, eyelids, forehead. Xian Pu mirrored her journey up Ranma's body at the back and finished with rubbing the last of the lotion thoroughly into her scalp. “All done!” Akane finally announced, and embraced a suddenly sagging, gasping redhead. Ranma clutched at the taller girl as her shaking slowly eased and her breathing returned to normal.

“So, now the soak?” Ranma finally asked the shrunken Amazon. Then at Ku Lon's nod, she added, “Can Akane join me?”

“Of course,” Ku Lon agreed with a gentle smile. “Just make sure you stay in the water up to your neck until I say you can get out. Come along, Xian Pu, let's give them some privacy.” The two Amazons left, Xian Pu, tear streaks on her cheeks, gazing at the pair for a long moment before silently sliding the door closed behind them, and the two girls left behind quickly slipped into the hot water. Akane hissed as her tender crotch came into contact with the hot water, then pulled Ranma against her, Ranma resting her head on Akane's shoulder.

After a time, Akane asked, “Ranma, why was having the lotion spread on you so hard? Didn't you ever ... well, try out your female side?”

Ranma stiffened for a moment, then forced herself to relax. “Well ... yeah, a' course I did, what guy wouldn't?” Then, laughing lightly, “And not a word about perverts, all guys are like that.” Akane joined in the laughter, then waited patiently when Ranma fell silent for a time, until the redhead added, “My problem was that I couldn't stop thinkin' a' Kuno, and that he'd be ... be touching ...” Ranma broke off, starting to shake again, and Akane pulled her into a hasty embrace.

“Oh Ranma, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean —” she started to say, only to break off when Ranma shook her head.

“Ya didn't do anything but what ya had ta do, not yer fault.”

After a moment Akane nodded. “After we're done here, I say we go out and get some ice cream,” she said in a forcibly cheerful tone.

Ranma's shaking eased off and she laughed softly into Akane shoulder. “Sure, why not? Let's see how much I can scam off the servers this time,” she murmured drowsily, as she slowly drifted off to sleep.