Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Concubine Chronicles ❯ Royal Treatment ( Chapter 7 )

Concubine Chronicles

By: bsmart

 

Disclaimer: Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal weight. It's a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I'm still typing. If you're under the legal age where ever you are don't read this, but since you're going to anyways at least don't let your mommy catch you. This fic is very much NC-17.

 

Note: This is a sort of manga/OVA fic. If you've only seen the show then you might be a little lost.

“…” Normal Speech

`…' Thought

 

Chapter 7: Royal Treatment

 

As she moved through the thick, viscous water, `I'll have to talk to Washu about that later,' Ayeka tried to remember her royal manners but she couldn't manage it. Her legs were wobbly after the liberties Washu and then Mihoshi had taken with her, her two companions had been trying to keep her mind occupied but it had only driven her crazy with desire while she waited anxiously for her turn. Mihoshi and Washu had kept her right on the verge of cumming the whole time only to pull back right before she went over the edge into oblivion. She was about to scream at them in frustration to finish her only for Washu to spin her around and push her towards Tenchi and Ryoko.

 

Watching her greatest rival…dismount… Lord Tenchi was not a sight that Ayeka had ever willingly considered having to witness. Somehow it lacked the romance that her imaged sharing of Tenchi with the others had had, it was the unpleasant reality of their required situation. Of course in those imaginings she had been the center of his attention and not merely third in line. But as she got closer to him, as she passed Ryoko in the pool on her way to join her mother and Mihoshi, as he filled her view and his smile grew, his smile for her, all that seemed to not matter as much. When he slipped down into the pool with her and held out his arms for her all thoughts about the others gave way.

 

“Awwww, kawaiiiiii!” Mihoshi whispered into Washu's hair.

 

“Yes, very cute,” Washu agreed. “Now where were we?”

 

Ryoko grabbed the back of Mihoshi's head and drug her back to her chest. “Right here! Ohhhh, that's it-OH! Did they teach you that in the acAAAdemy?”

 

“What about me?” Washu purred with a smile.

 

“You stay over there.”

 

Ayeka started to tremble in spite of herself as Tenchi's arms slipped around her waist, it was like the tool shed all over again but this time there wasn't any nervous fumbling. A pang of jealously shot through her at the thought of who had stripped away his virginal fumbling, and it hadn't been her, but it faded as he drew her into his body and its masculine heat. Ayeka could smell the faint tinge of Tenchi's scent, strong and woody with a hint of cherry blossoms, just like he was, strong and masculine but tender towards her. She found herself falling for him all over again, just like she always did when she made him happy, his smile always warmed her heart. His strong arms encircled her protecting her and cradling her, his hard body pressed up against her chest; Ayeka moaned when she felt his hard length pressing against her leg. No matter what happened before, no matter who had gone before, he wanted her now and that was all that mattered to Ayeka.

 

Tenchi was nearly beside himself when Ayeka laid her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. Her gentle breath blew across his shoulder leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake, the experience had been surreal so far and it only got more so as each of his loves took their turn with him. If this had been a dream Tenchi would have laughed at the absurdity of each of the girls taking their turns with him, but it wasn't a dream, which made him want to laugh even harder, for joy. He didn't though, not with Ayeka clinging to him, not with her sweet porcelain skin pressed right up against him, rubbing him….driving him to distraction. Tenchi shook his head to try and clear it but Ayeka was rubbing herself against him, very slowly, very gently, so very much like he hoped she might, but she was certainly doing it. Tenchi tried to reconcile what his body was telling him with what his brain knew but it was failing. Regal, noble, proper Ayeka was moving herself wantonly against him. Tenchi's mouth descended gently to Ayeka's lips, part of him reveling in the feeling of her soft mouth on his while part of him came to terms with his princess coming down off of her pedestal and falling into his arms.

 

Tenchi realized that he had put each of the girls on their own pedestals, Ayeka the princess, Mihoshi the innocent, Ryoko the pirate, and Washu…was Washu. They had all seemed so out of reach for so long that even this, as real as it was, as real as Ayeka's slender body pressed up against his, it was still unbelievable.

 

Ayeka fell deeper into her gentle kiss with Tenchi when his hands left her back and started to roam. Fingers toughened by years of kendo and farming were slipping across her backside; Ayeka gasped when they flexed, grabbing hold of her, then they let go and continued on. Down they went along the sides of her legs and then back up the front, teasing her as they traced eight meandering paths across her skin, coming perilously close to the place she truly wanted to be touched but passing it by without teasing even a single purple curl.

 

Tenchi let his doubts slip away when Ayeka responded to him, the two tight little buds of her nipples hardened and pressed into his chest as he kneaded her rear, the muffled gasp and then her kiss; she might have been the First Crown Princess before, and she might be again, perfectly untouchable, but now, right now, she was a girl he loved very much, and he was going to show it to her any way he could. His tongue started to reach for her lips but his determination wavered for a split second, and just as quickly he got over it, for the moment Ayeka wasn't a princess, she was a girl, not a china doll, a girl, and he was going to treat her like one.

 

Tenchi's tongue didn't surprise Ayeka just that it had taken so long for him to use it. Not since her first hesitant practice sessions with her handmaidens had anyone spent so much time kissing her with just their lips, Washu certainly hadn't, but she liked it. It was sweet really, the light feathery kisses reminded her of the way things had been before, always dancing around their feelings, never getting close and committing. She was sick of all that.

 

Ayeka's tongue darted forward into Tenchi's mouth, startling him out of his reverie as her pebbly appendage forced its way in and found his. Now it was Tenchi's turn to groan, even if he had meant to take it nice and slow with her Ayeka was having none of it, she was just as eager as the others had been. One of his hands ran through her hair, her long purple locks slithered through his fingers, soft and gorgeous. He could feel one of Ayeka's hands mirroring his own, but her caress didn't stay gentle, her fingers knotting in his hair, holding him in place as her tongue plunged in deeper. Tenchi returned her ardor, holding onto the back of her head but avoiding any hair knotting shenanigans.

 

Ayeka broke their searing kiss when she felt Tenchi's hand on the back of her head holding onto her, it felt perfect to her, he was exactly what she had hoped he would be, strong and tender, sweet but firm, and when his mouth recaptured her wayward one her knees buckled. The insistent arm around her waist flexed, pulling her tightly against him; his hard length was pressed between them. Even though the lower half of her body was submerged in whatever liquid now filled this pool she could feel herself getting even wetter than Washu and Mihoshi had left her. This wasn't the way she had wanted to have her first time with her Lord, but it would do, even if there weren't any candles, music, and even if afterwards her handmaidens weren't going to bathe them. `This will do.'

 

Tenchi's free hand started to wander of its own accord, stroking and caressing every bit of Ayeka's skin that he could reach. He marveled at the way she felt, soft and smooth like he was learning to expect from women but she was even more caressable than the other girls. Even when he concentrated he couldn't discern the point where he went from not touching her to touching. There was just a subtle resistance that felt like he was caressing a down filled pillow as his fingers touched her. Tenchi ran his fingers up her spine, feeling each delicate bone, so fragile and small he started to feel that he could break Ayeka if he wasn't careful. She had seemed so strong on Kagato's ship but now, here in his arms, she felt small and frail, almost like a china doll. It was strange to him that someone who was going to rule an interstellar empire would be in his arms trembling slightly, kissing him back for all she was worth, how did he wind up at this point? How was any of this happening to him? How many hundreds of trillions of people were there in the galaxy and he had not only won the lottery once, but five times. It didn't make any sense to him, but he wasn't going to question it and once again he banished thoughts of breaking her.

 

Ayeka let herself be led back towards the lip of the pool, she knew what was coming and like the others she was too eager for it to happen to take her time and make it last. She rose up out of the water and felt Tenchi lowering her onto the slightly soggy towel that he had taken Mihoshi on. She felt another pang of jealousy stab at her heart at the thought of the detective already having him but Tenchi's body followed hers down onto the cotton towel, the syrupy liquid of the pool ran down his body and fell on hers. Despite its damp condition the towel wasn't clammy, some mechanism Washu had built into the floor kept it permanently warm and the towel too. Tenchi settled on top of her, firm and masculine, and oh so perfect. Years of training with his grandfather had hardened and toned his body to absolute perfection. His hardness settled into the crease of her legs, rubbing its solid length against her wet lips, and she realized why Mihoshi had referred to Tenchi as “yummy” the last time they had seen him working in the field without a shirt; she wanted to lick and suck every square millimeter of his body, to taste every bit of him with her tongue.

 

Unbeknownst to her Tenchi was having many of the same thoughts even though his were more oriented towards worship than consumption. He was hesitant to let his weight rest on her, he was worried that she would break, but he squashed that thought as soon as he realized it, she was tougher than she looked, far tougher. Her body felt exactly like it looked, fit for a princess, royalty made flesh, her lithe body lacked the extra padding that Mihoshi's plush frame had but her skin was like silk, smooth and flawless, soft and supple. The slight coating of slick liquid from the bath eliminated any friction between their bodies and Tenchi couldn't resist a few exploratory slides up and down her body. He was in heaven.

 

Ayeka didn't know what she'd done to deserve this but she thanked Tsunami that she had given such a wonderful man to her, and that the goddess had given her to him in turn. Tenchi's body was a pleasant weight atop her, his solid frame felt so right resting on hers and when he started to slide back and forth she squeaked in delight. Their bodies were pressed together so close that a knife couldn't have been wedged between them and each subtle movement of his body teased her entire front setting hundreds, thousands of nerves alight in pleasure. His hardness rubbed against her thigh, digging in and making a bee line towards her womanhood but just before it touched her Tenchi stopped and pulled back, retreating back down her body until he stopped almost atop her knees and repeated the cycle. Ayeka groaned as contact was again denied her but her disapproval was silenced when Tenchi's lips claimed hers again in a kiss almost painful in its intensity.

 

His few short exploratory rubs had turned into a steady rhythm up and down Ayeka's supple body, the feeling of his skin slipping across her perfect physique was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough. His mouth descended on Ayeka's and his tongue slipped into her mouth, dueling hers as he indulged himself on her body, but that didn't last long. When he started to move back down her body Ayeka let out a yelp of protest into his mouth, her right leg swinging up over his hips and pulling him back down onto her with surprising force. He grunted in surprise and broke off their kiss to look down at her in surprise but she ended it with tug of her leg that wedged the tip of his cock into her wet pussy. Instantly the feeling of rubbing against Ayeka's skin paled in comparison to the feeling of her womanhood pressed up against him. It was hard to believe that he could have already forgotten just how good a feeling it was to be in this position, poised on the brink of plunging into one of his love's bodies, but then he supposed that maybe you did need to forget or you'd never do anything else.

 

Rather than be satisfied with the minor contact she had managed, the feeling of Tenchi wedged into her yearning opening only made her desire worse, then he had to go and start back to rubbing up and down her. His angle on the first return wasn't perfect and instead of wedging back into her opening his length slipped between her dewy petals sliding across her clit and teasing it mercilessly. He pulled back again, duplicating her torment, then he bent down and captured her left nipple between his lips, suckling softly on it.

 

Washu chuckled when Tenchi grinned at Ayeka's happy squeak. As mild mannered as the boy might have been he was still a member of the Juraian royalty, and therefore a control freak by default, just not all of them were one in public, she could certainly sympathize with him, knowing how to turn on your lover was a major power trip; speaking of which…

 

“RyyyoookkkooooooooOOO!..MMppphh!”

 

Washu winced as the last half of Mihoshi's squeal went well past the range of human hearing, but not Haurduran. Thankfully her daughter thought quickly and lowered her cunt back onto Mihoshi's mouth without losing her tongue's grip on the blonde's. Mihoshi didn't object too fiercely, instead her lips latched back onto Ryoko's and resumed sucking hard sending Ryoko into her own orgasmic shudders. Washu licked her lips as she thought of the mouthful Mihoshi was getting, Tenchi's cum, Ryoko's, even the slightly sweet taste of the liquid from the pool. `Eventually,' she assured herself, `Eventually Tenchi will have you so out of it that you won't object no matter what happens.' Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tenchi reach up and start to nibble on Ayeka's neck.

 

“….Tenchi…?”

 

Tenchi shivered as Ayeka's warm breath blew across his ear, her lips were almost in it because of the way he was kissing her neck. He bit down a little as a pleasurable ripple passed through his body, her soft whispering of his name was barely noticed as he nipped her skin.

 

“Tenchi….please,” Ayeka murmured sharply as her lover's teeth scraped her skin. She almost told him to stay there, his mouth on her neck felt so good, it was like he was worshipping her, her lord was worshipping her body and she didn't want it to stop; but she wanted to feel him inside her even more, she wanted to be joined with him. “Now Tenchi, please, be with me.”

 

Ayeka's second request wasn't lost on Tenchi, he was wanting to do the exact same thing, at least he thought it was the same thing until Ayeka began trying to push him off.

 

“Tenchi Please!” Ayeka whined desperately. “Not like this!”

 

Tenchi pushed up off of Ayeka and sat back on his haunches, staring down at Ayeka in concern. “Ayeka, what's the matter?” he wracked his brain trying to think of something he might have done, wondering if he had violated some rule of Juraian courtship or mating.

 

Ayeka refused to look Tenchi in the eye, instead she rolled over on her side while blushing furiously. She pulled her knees up to her chest but she stopped at that, she didn't know how to ask Tenchi for what she wanted, it seemed so selfish but she had already given up so much. Was it really that much to ask? “Please Tenchi, like this?” she asked quietly. She hoped that he would understand what she wanted, her arms tightened around her legs in anxiety pulling her folded up legs tighter into her torso but she couldn't build up the courage to ask, on Jurai she wouldn't have to.

 

Tenchi was too concerned about upsetting Ayeka to take advantage of the sight before him. “Ayeka…wha…?” was the best he could manage and he hated himself for it but most of his blood flow was still directed somewhere besides his brain. She had curled up like a baby and he couldn't understand why.

 

Ayeka could tell her face was pure red from the heat she could feel radiating off it onto her knees; she couldn't believe he was going to make her explain it too, she was curled up on her side almost begging him for it but she had to make it even more obvious? `If that's what he wants,' she thought, maybe he wanted her to be as forward as Ryoko and Mihoshi. Her right hand gripped her shin a little harder as she started to open herself up; she felt the gap between her legs opening as her right one slowly rotated from pointing towards the far wall of the onsen to pointing at its ceiling. She wanted to roll over and bring her legs back together but she forced herself to keep her left side on the warm towel while her right leg became perpendicular to her left. Her hand kept her leg folded down against her ribs so that it wasn't sticking straight up in the air but she still felt slightly absurd laying there. `Oh Tsunami, he can see everything!' She knew that every inch of her body was open to Tenchi's gaze and as much as it mortified her it excited her as well.

 

Tenchi could indeed see everything and it was even better than he had thought it could be, her two statuesque legs forming an L with one flat against the floor and one raised into the air meeting at that lovely glistening pink slit with just a tuft of royal purple fuzz above it. If she hadn't looked like she just wanted to curl up and die at that moment she would have been irresistible. “Ayeka, what's wrong,” he asked, he could feel his hardness fading but he didn't care, he was worried about her.

 

Ayeka was beside herself in embarrassment, the shame she felt exposing herself like she was almost overwhelmed her but it was mixed with an ever increasing desire that was tying her stomach in knots. It was Tenchi she was exposing herself to and Tenchi who in short order would be taking advantage of that exposure, her lust trumped all her reservations. “Tenchi, please, I want to be with you like this, the proper way, please stop teasing me, please! I don't want to beg, I'm a princess of Jurai but I want you as my Lord so if I must I will but please don't make me…”

 

“Shhhh…,” Tenchi whispered as he put a finger over Ayeka's lips. His gentle smile reassured her as he scooted back up to her bottom, the strange angle of her legs causing Tenchi's meat to poke into her thigh but she didn't worry about it. “I didn't understand…”

 

“It's…this…this is the proper way…,” she said gently as he softly pulled on her raised right leg until her foot rested easily on his chest while her left brushed his thigh.

 

“You're going to have to help me out, this is sorta new to me.”

 

Ayeka bit her bottom lip as she tried to think of the most discrete way to request what she wanted, her right hand drifted off of her shin and grazed Tenchi's thigh. “Just…like with Mihoshi…”

 

“Yes?”

 

`Was he smiling?!' “…in me….put it in me.” Immediately she felt Tenchi trying to enter her, his first attempt missed and slid up her eliciting a pleased gasp as his tree teased her womanhood but then his second slipped in the other direction snatching a startled “Eep!” off her lips at the momentary pressure at her nether entrance.

 

`One thing at a time,' Washu thought with a grin.

 

`Weird angle,' Tenchi told himself. He took hold of her upraised ankle in one hand and used his right to guide himself back on target, it took a few attempts and a little creative positioning but he was rewarded when he felt the warm wet heat of her pussy enveloping the head of his cock.

 

“Stop…just a moment,” Ayeka told him.

 

Tenchi was out of his depth and when Ayeka started to move her left leg back down he happily let go of it; to his surprise she brought both her knees up to her chest and laid her hand on her hands. She had curled up into the fetal position like she was about to go to sleep with her long purple hair curled up around her head out of the way, this didn't really fall into any kind of sex he had heard of, or imagined for that matter. She looked so peaceful, like she was about to go to sleep, did she really want him too…? “Ummm…Ayeka?”

 

Ayeka turned her head so that she could look up at him, a wan smile on her lips and adoration in her eyes. “Now, Lord Tenchi.”

 

Even though his conscious mind was still mulling over exactly what he was going to do his subconscious was perfectly aware of what it wanted to do. His legs relaxed allowing him to sink deeper into her, and everything became clear. Tenchi shuffled forward on his knees, marveling at the way her supine body nestled between his spread legs, her delicate back pressed up against his left thigh while the backs of her thighs pressed up against his right, and her sculpted bottom rested against his springy curls. The next time he moved inside Ayeka it was with far more authority as he moved to finish penetrating her delicious body, and he almost died doing it. The angle he was entering her at ran the sensitive top of his prick against a rough patch of flesh at the front of her cunt and finally into a tight knot of, something he couldn't begin to describe while the rest of his manhood was being caressed in the tight silky grip of her-until this moment-virginal pussy. When he finally could go no further into her he fell forward, holding himself up by his arms over her. The feeling was incredible, Mihoshi had wrapped herself around him, and Ryoko had mounted him but this, this was, something. He tried to distinguish where Ayeka stopped and he began but he couldn't, it was if his body was melting into hers and everywhere they touched his nerves howled in pleasure.

 

“Tenchi?”

 

Tenchi opened the eyes he didn't even realize that he had closed to see Ayeka's moist eyes gazing up at him in bliss. Her sweet breath was caressing his face as she let out the same kind of ragged breaths that he was, that seemed like a good sign to him. Her lips formed a silent thank you but all he could do is smile deliriously at her.

 

“This is the way a princess of Jurai is supposed to be taken by her Lord,” she said gently.

 

Tenchi blew out a heavy sigh and sucked down another much needed breath, “Yeah.”

 

Ayeka smiled at Tenchi and caressed his cheek with her right hand. “I love you,” she whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

 

“I love you too.”

 

The mischievous glint in Ayeka's would have gone unnoticed by anyone who hadn't spent a great deal of time obsessing over her every gesture. “Now claim your princess, my Lord.”

 

Tenchi was happy to oblige, the dipping of his hips withdrawing his manhood from its home and treating the bottom of his cock to the same pleasurable torment the top of it had enjoyed only moments before. When the crown of his dick was tugging at her entrance he made himself stop and savor the anticipation of what was to come. It made him ache to think that when this was over all he'd have until the next time, `Oh please Kami-sama let there be a next time', was a fading memory, a ghost of sensations so divine that they defied mortal words; again he slipped into heaven, groaning as he went.

 

Ayeka had never felt more like royalty than she did right now, Tenchi was making love to her, not just having sex like with Mihoshi, or fucking with Ryoko, she was being made love to. Tenchi's wonderful body was crouched over her, enveloping her in his strength and warmth while his wood pillaged her most private places, she was so content that she wondered if she should get Ryoko to teach her how to purr. She settled for groaning lustily and relaxing, she might have fallen asleep if not for the sensuous clenches radiating out from their shared groins.

 

Jokes he'd heard made about guys being so bad in bed that their girls feel asleep couldn't help but jog through Tenchi's mind as Ayeka laid her head on her hands and closed her eyes; unless you were very close to her you would have missed the happy moans and unless you were in her you would have missed the massaging her pussy was giving to his cock. She was most definitely not going to sleep and there was something about the way that Ayeka was just laying there, completely relaxed and happy with him being in charge; it made him feel incredible. She was happily letting him love her, just letting him do as he pleased, he could almost feel the testosterone pouring into his veins as some switch in his ego flipped over into man's man mode.

 

When Tenchi sat up and grasped the top of her right thigh in one hand and her torso in the other to give himself more leverage to thrust into her Ayeka decided that she had to have Ryoko to teach her how to purr; it seemed to be the only way to express the bone deep contentment, relaxation, and pleasure she was feeling. His thrusts were slow and powerful, the pace gave her enough time to ache for his return whenever he withdrew and enough to luxuriate in the feeling of being filled by her lover when his hips met her rear; it was an altogether delightfully deliberate violation. Each thrust would send a surge of pleasure through her body like a wave, crashing through her body, all the way out to her fingertips and toes before falling back to pool where their bodies joined only to erupt again and again. She tried to hold still and let Tenchi be in charge but ecstasy being forced upon her wouldn't let her remain still, the cranberry blush returned to her cheeks as she started to rock back and forth in time with Tenchi, her pussy clenching around his manhood as they sought their mutual fulfillment.

 

When Ayeka started to thrust back at him Tenchi knew he wasn't going to last much longer, a dreadful and delightful prospect all at the same time. He hated that this rapture was going to end but the prospect of pouring his seed into Ayeka's willing body was so incredibly tempting on such a visceral level; his hips started to pound at Ayeka's delicate femininity even harder than before. He started to worry that Ayeka might not like the change of pace, that she might want to keep things soft and gentle, but his worries only lasted until Ayeka whimpered and thrust back even harder into him. With this unspoken encouragement his worries left and he gave in to his urges, Ayeka felt too good inside, and looked too sexy outside for him to last much longer.

 

Ayeka had loved Tenchi's strong slow strokes but she loved it even more when the full fury of his lust was unleashed on her, if he was as strong, caring, and powerful a ruler as he was a lover she knew that he would go down in history as one of Jurai's greatest emperors. She started to plan out how she could arouse his passions in the near future and then be available for his release of them but Tenchi's next thrust went deep enough to run right into something she couldn't identify and her eyes stopped focusing as the surge of rapture from her groin became a constant roar. His next ran right into the same spot deep inside her and Ayeka's body started to quiver as she tipped over the edge.

 

Tenchi decided that he needed to find a book on Juraian female anatomy immediately as the head of his cock plunged deep into his love and came up against something hard, sending incredible sensations rushing up his cock, through his spine and straight into the base of his brain. He was perilously close to the edge already and when Ayeka let out a lusty moan and pulled her legs up tighter against his chest, clamping down on his manhood he knew it was over, he only hoped that Ayeka had achieved her release.

 

Ayeka could only hold her knees and quiver as the first thick rope of her Tenchi's cum exploded deep in her womanhood. She knew that one day he'd give her a baby like this but that was still centuries off, for the moment she'd simply enjoy the sensation and hope that the electricity running laps through her body didn't kill her from pure ecstasy. Each time her pussy clenched down on his invading member another burst of his seed would fill her and another rush of endorphins ripped their way up her spine and right into her mind leaving her unable to think of anything but Tenchi. Her lusty moan was slowly becoming a tortured shriek.

 

“Tenchiiiiiiii!”

 

Tenchi's fingers dug deeper into Ayeka's hips as he finally pulled her tight against him, she felt so good that it was practically painful and moving inside her was just too much, he held her close as he pumped his load into a willing waiting body for the third time in an hour, and it just kept coming.

 

`My my my,' Washu thought as her man finished taking care of the princess. `That certainly looked like fun, I wonder if Ayeka would object to me having Tenchi do me like that?' Her hand lazily swirled through the thick `water' of the pool as she considered the success of her latest experiment, so far it had exceeded all her expectations, `Although the poor boy's balls must be just about ready to turn themselves inside out.' On the far side of the pool Ayeka was demonstrating an impressive amount of flexibility by swinging her legs around to let Tenchi lay on top of her more comfortably. `I'll let them have a little time to themselves, but then it's my turn.'

 

Tenchi was still murmuring sweet nothings in Ayeka's ear when a handful of long slender fingers trailed gently up his back, sometimes so softly that he wasn't sure if they were still touching him. Then another slid between Ayeka's body and his, the fingers gently wrapping around his slightly softening cock. Tenchi rolled onto his side a bit to find out who was after him now and he saw the expected mass of wild red hair.

 

“Hi, Tenchi, having fun?”

 

“Umm, hi, little Washu.”

 

“Tenchi, we're all in the bath, naked, and you're about to fuck me. You can call me Washu.”

 

“Ms. Washu!” Ayeka snapped indignantly.

 

“Sorry, Ayeka, but I've been waiting for this for a long time.”

 

Ayeka didn't bother to hide her displeasure at having Tenchi taken from her, even if Washu was right she wasn't happy about it, she had only just gotten acquainted with Lord Tenchi's masculine body and she wanted to get to know it a lot better. All too quickly his pleasant weight and warmth left her as he sat back on his heels to allow Washu easier access to his manhood, her manhood. `Damn her,' Ayeka thought, for a moment, `Oh!'

 

“I wouldn't want to part with him either, Princess,” Washu said softly as the hand that wasn't busy with Tenchi made itself useful. `A nice dose of endorphins should go a long way to soothing her,' she thought as her fingers began to plunder the so recently despoiled princess.

 

Tenchi was a little surprised that he was already getting hard again, even with the image of Washu's fingers playing with the petals he had so recently split, Washu's digits played his cock like a flute, each one of them finding a sensitive spot that seemed tailor-made to keep him rigid. He started to close his eyes as the feelings began to overwhelm him but they snapped open when he saw Washu withdraw some of her invading fingers from Ayeka, and they were covered in his seed. His mouth gaped open as Washu considered her sticky fingers for a second before slipping them into her mouth and cleaning them thoroughly.

 

She smiled at Ayeka and his shock, “I finally got my sample, thanks Princess.” She didn't give Ayeka a chance to respond, instead sliding back into the pool and using her grip on Tenchi to pull him in with her.

 

`They're going to love me to death,' Tenchi thought as the warm liquid of the pool encased him again. Washu's hand didn't let him join her out in the pool, she kept him pressed up against the smooth tiles that lined it as she drifted back, taking her time to admire him, which gave him a chance to admire her too, and she took his breath away. Washu was the most mature of the girls and it was reflected in her body, the adult one she currently used and not the cackling teenager she often appeared as, her body was much like her daughter's but fuller, with more padding in all the right places, her breasts didn't sit up high on her chest, there was a little womanly sag to them but it didn't detract from her beauty, it only enhanced it, proudly declaring that she was a woman. A gorgeous woman who knew what she wanted, and he knew it was him.

 

A chill ran down Washu's spine while Tenchi's eyes roamed over her body, goose bumps rose up in the wake of his gaze as he caressed her without even touching her. The boy constantly threatened her self control and she loved him for it, more even than fighting to stay in control. His hard length felt wonderfully hot and, most importantly, deliciously real in her hand. `It's been way, waaay too long since I've been with a real person, far too long.'

 

`I'm gonna be sore tomorrow,' was all Tenchi could think as Washu's soft fingers caressed him. `But that's tomorrow,' he thought with a smile.

 

“Happy about something, Tenchi?” Washu purred as she started to move towards him, the sultry rasp of her voice grabbing Tenchi's attention and banishing coherent thought. “I always knew you were an ecchi little boy.” Washu was close enough that the tips of her big full breasts just lightly brushed against his chest. Washu adored the feathery touches on her sensitive nipples and even more the lust that erupted onto Tenchi's face when the tip of his cock met the soft skin of her belly. “Why did you give me so much trouble about that sample, hmmm, Tenchi? We could have been doing this months ago.”

 

“I dunno…didn't wanna upset the other girls,” he muttered.

 

“Tenchi, Tenchi, Tenchi,” she chided, giving his dick a squeeze each time she said his name and enjoying the way his turgid organ jumped in her hand when she did it. “The other girls wanted a sample as much as I did.” She finished sidling up to Tenchi, pressing her body against his. “Now they got theirs,” she whispered, her last words spoken with her lips pressed right into Tenchi's ear, “I want mine.”

 

Tenchi knew what a baby bird caught in a snake's gaze felt like as Washu's green eyes caught his. He tried to think of something to say to her but nothing came to mind besides, “…sorry.”

 

”I know, Tenchi, I know,” she murmured as she brought the tip of her finger to his lips and traced the edge of them. “Don't worry your cute little head over it, just make up for it,” she said with a naughty glint in her eyes. Her finger finished at his lips and slid down his arm, enjoying the solid feel of his strong muscles beneath his skin. She was going to enjoy getting to know every inch of it personally. She entwined her fingers in his and gave him a tug as she slid around him to the edge of the pool in front of Ayeka. “I know you're tired by now Tenchi, so instead of being sweet and nice…” Washu leaned over and grabbed the edge of the pool, bending over and pushing her rump out towards him. “…just fuck me Tenchi, as hard and fast as you want. We'll be all nice and lovey later but I've watched you screw Mihoshi, and Ryoko, and Ayeka for more than an hour and I can't take it anymore. I need it Tenchi, don't make me wait.”

 

Tenchi could never deny any of the girls, that was something Washu was counting on. In truth she really did want to be made love to like the other girls, she wanted to ride him nice and slowly until they both came to a screaming orgasm, but she knew that Tenchi was almost spent. Her fluid could help him keep it up, keep him going, probably for a few hours more, but he was quickly reaching saturation. In a few weeks or a month or two they might be ready to really give it a work out and see just how long the fluid could keep them all going but the boy's mind had accepted just about as much sexuality as it could for his first time out. She'd already been made love to before once in her life, felt a caring man's touch in all the places that no one but her had ever caressed, she had decided to let the other girls have a go at Tenchi first so they could experience it too. She'd been worried that this might happen but she wasn't disappointed, from the way the other girls had acted she knew that even fast and hard he'd be good, and they had a long, long time to get everything just perfect.

 

She kept her eyes locked on his as he moved behind her, when his fingers delved into the smooth flesh of her rear she narrowed them, unconsciously imitating the look of feline contentment that Tenchi had seen so often on her daughter.

 

`Ryoko?' Tenchi suddenly thought. It was true, he never saw the resemblance when Washu was in her adolescent body but now as an adult he could see it, the long ears, the spiky hair, the look, happy, pleasured, and lustful all at once. He was amazed that his hands never missed a beat as he kneaded her ass but he was starting to get used to his body doing its own thing while his mind was elsewhere. In its own way it was like kendo practice with his grandfather, once he had the basics down pat his body would react without conscious thought, letting him defend himself while he formulated an attack. As pleased as Tenchi was to make the connection and put things into perspective thoughts of his wrinkled gray grandfather were most definitely not welcome at this moment.

 

Washu started to purr as Tenchi leaned over her and ran his hands up the sides of spine, tickling her ribs before digging into shoulders and kneading her muscles. The firm grip of his hands set her off almost as much as his cock sliding into the cleft of her ass. `All he needs is a good dose of testosterone to set him off,' she thought to herself. `Of course I'll have to test that theory out with experimentation…' Tenchi's thumbs ran up the back of her neck and into her hair, his fingers naturally fell onto the sides of her neck. `A LOT of long, mmmm, HARD, experimentation.'

 

“Come on, Tenchi, don't keep me waiting.”

 

`Always do what your elders tell you.'

 

Washu's eyes lost their grip on Tenchi's when she felt him start to probe at her sheath, she fell forward a little, crossing her arms to give her head somewhere to fall as she waited to be taken by her new man. She heard Ayeka moving in front of her and she looked up to the most delightful view of the princess, up between her legs, over the still engorged petals of her sex, over that wonderful royal alabaster skin and into those two hungry crimson eyes. `Eventually sweetheart,' she thought, and then Tenchi entered her, and her eyes closed as she let the sensation of finally being joined again take hold.

 

Washu's grateful “mmmmmmm,” was all the encouragement that Tenchi needed to get going. He suspected he might become addicted to this, making love to, and occasionally fucking, the girls that he loved, not that that was an at all horrible fate. The sensation of sliding into Washu was faintly familiar but completely new at the same time, she was as tight and muscular as her daughter but softer, and oh so nice, `Four different girls, three different species, and every one of them an absolute goddess.' When he was buried in her tight hot body he couldn't bear to pull out, instead he ran his hands up her flanks, counting the ribs as he went only to fall back down her spine and grab her ass. On impulse his thumbs slid down the crack of her rump and spread her buns, getting a peek at the crinkled pucker of her asshole and the sight of her impaled on his manhood.

 

“See something you like?” Washu asked as she looked up at Ayeka again and winked. “Maybe getting some ideas about where to stick it?” Washu did her best not to laugh at the blush that came to Ayeka's cheeks. “Next time.” Then she mouthed “You too,” at Ayeka and her blush got deeper. Washu looked back over her shoulder and said, “Come on, Tenchi, do it, do me.” Washu squeezed down on his invading member, happy that a few millennia of exercise had kept several important muscles in peak condition.

 

In a flash Washu went from pleasantly snug to bordering on painfully tight, Tenchi pulled out reflexively then quickly shoved himself back in only for her to squeeze him again and start the whole thing over again. Her sweet pussy kept doing the same thing over and over again, driving him along. He wished he had gotten a chance to take his time with her like the other girls but he was sort of glad that he didn't, she was right, he was tired, and after taking his time three times in a row he had to admit that he was looking forward to this. With new found enthusiasm Tenchi kept thrusting into Washu's compliant body.

 

`Not so fast, big boy,' Washu thought as she let the volume of her happy vocalizations drop and she didn't clench down quite as hard on him. She doubted that he realized he was slowing down, or even why, but Tenchi's thrusts slowed back down to the rate Washu wanted. She smiled as she realized that she could control exactly how hard and how fast Tenchi gave it to her. `Perfect.' His thrusts had started to make waves in the pool and Washu found herself enjoying the sensation of his pounding shoving her back and forth on the warm wooden floor while the contents of the pool sloshed around her thighs. The slap of his flesh on hers was a delightful counterpoint to the hungry gleam in Ayeka's eye as Tenchi took her not a meter from the princess. Washu gave Tenchi a little encouragement and the pace of his thrusts started to pick up.

 

Tenchi was surprised, he hadn't expected Washu to be passive during sex, he hadn't expected her to let him lead at all, and yet she seemed as content as Ayeka to let him lead, he started to speed up a little only to nearly jump out of his skin when a set of fingers touched his back, and then another grabbed his ass.

 

“Oh wow,” Mihoshi said in awe.

 

“Yeah, I want it that way next,” Ryoko said with another squeeze of Tenchi's butt.

 

“You can watch, OH! You can...mmmm, help, but you damn well better, FUCK!... Shut up,” Washu grunted as Tenchi kept after her, commendable in the midst of the distraction.

 

`Kill joy,' Ryoko broadcast as she slithered out of the pool and up to Ayeka's side.

 

`Awww, come back and help mommy get off.'

 

`Fuck off, mom,' Ryoko snarled as she draped herself over the reclining princess and gave her a peck on the cheek.

 

Tenchi wasn't really sure what to make of Washu's declaration but he wasn't in any mood to stop, much less slow down, especially when Ayeka and Ryoko started to trade less than chaste kisses with each other and Ryoko's hands started to wander where his had been only minutes before, Ryoko's light tan clashing with Ayeka's regally pale body. Even with this new visual stimulation added to the already overpowering image of Washu's bright red hair thrashing back and forth over her skin as he pillaged her he could tell he was going to last, he suspected that cumming three times in a little more than an hour had a bit of a numbing effect. At least that's what he suspected until a stunningly plush frame attached itself to his back and a pair of deeply tanned arms wrapped around him.

 

“Mihoshi?”

 

Washu's hair was a blur as her head snapped around. When she saw, and felt, Mihoshi's hands on her butt helping Tenchi, and when the aggravating detective's body wrapped around Tenchi's she bore down hard on his cock and groaned as hard as she could. Tenchi responded just as she wanted and started to give it to her harder than he had yet. Like a storm on the horizon Washu could feel her orgasm growing as a tensing of her thighs, she knew it wouldn't be very much longer and she'd be there, giving into the feelings she focused on gripping him as tightly as she could and let herself be carried away on a wave of pleasure.

 

Tenchi was quickly discovering that a determined blonde could overcome any numbing effect that a couple of orgasms might have. Mihoshi wasn't content to rub her soft body all over him, or to just let her hands explore Washu's ass, no she had to start up a running commentary.

 

“Wow, Tenchi, that looks like it feels really good. I like the way Washu looks when she's big don't you? Next time we do it will you do me like this?”

 

Mihoshi's nipples were digging into Tenchi's back, and her hips stayed in constant contact with his, pushing on his hips, helping him fuck Washu, it was driving him up the wall.

 

Washu was just as on edge as Tenchi was, more so really as two sets of hands played with her and Mihoshi's murmured commentary made it to her ears. Washu let Mihoshi's words carry her away as the blonde's words painted an enticing picture in her minds eye while her daughter and Ayeka gave her an equally pleasant real one.

 

“Do you think Washu might help you the next time you fuck me?”

 

`Oh. My. GODDDDDDD!' Ripped through Washu's mind as Tenchi's hardest thrust yet was delivered at the same time as Mihoshi's innocent question. The obscenity rolling so sweetly off of Mihoshi's angelic lips combined with the physical stimulation and the image that Mihoshi inadvertently painted to release the pent up sexual energy in Washu's body. Washu's arms gave out as she imagined Mihoshi on all fours being brutally fucked by Tenchi while her hands gripped mounds of blonde hair steering Mihoshi's questing tongue to exactly where she wanted on her pussy.

 

“Uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhh!” Washu's groan coincided with her cunt clamping down on him and not letting go, the powerful muscles of her pussy overpowering her softness grabbing his manhood with Ryoko like force. For the fourth time that afternoon his balls turned themselves inside out as powerful jets of his cum painted the inside of Washu's womb and all the while he could only think of fucking Mihoshi from behind while she ate Washu out.

 

“You think we looked like that when we came?” Ryoko asked as Washu pushed her self up off the floor with trembling arms and her mouth hanging open in ecstasy.

 

“I…don't know,” Ayeka replied while her fingers played with Ryoko's damp slit.

 

“Wanna get a `corder and find out?”

 

As the last of his seed departed his body an exhaustion far deeper than any day in the carrot fields could produce swept through his body and he let himself fall forward onto Washu's back after he brushed her hair off to the side. “I love you,” he said softly.

 

“Mmmm, I love you too you silly boy, and it looks like I finally got my sample, but I think friction may have ruined it, I'll have to collect another in short order.”

 

“Mmmm, heh,” Tenchi laughed tiredly. “I don't think it's going to happen tonight, I'm done.”

 

“I know,” Washu said.

 

“Awww,” every other female in the bathhouse moaned.

 

 

 

Omake Mk I (By Nugar)

 

Emporer Tenchi Masaki: Reign 2013-2014. Earthborn emporer known for marrying five women. Started a promising rule, but was regretfully fucked to death early in his second year. Spawned the infamous Masaki Dynasty.

 

Omake Mk II (Again, by the Nug)

 

Always remember, going in the backdoor is like entering a house. Barging in and wrecking the place is quite rude, and further visits will be rare, if at all. Being invited and entering courteously will make for a pleasant visit for all. And always remember to thank your hostess.

 

 

Author's Notes (a.k.a. My feeble attempt to explain away how much this sucked.) V1 Beta

 

Acknowledgements:

 

Lighthawk - My Washu checker. His lust for the redhead is disturbing but no one can peg her actions and attitude like he can.

Warpwizard - Reads my stuff, complains about the lack of commas.

Froop - My part time stalker who provided the name for this entire story; and as it turns out, is not dead.

psianogen - Another prereader who helps out with this crap.

Jocko - A fellow slave to the black and gold beast.

Nugar - Who finally explained some of comma boy's problems.

 

Notes:

 

1) Princess position, discovered by myself and my lovely research assistant, big winner, I'd HIGHLY recommend it.

 

2) So sugary I just want to puke.

 

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