Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Honeymoon Training ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Misaki paused for a moment before opening the door. She wanted to make sure everything was just perfect. It was such a big day. Her little Ayeka was finally getting married, and to Lord Tenchi! Her dreams had come true after all. Of course, the dream was a little different then planned. Although everyone had probably thought about the possibility at once time or another, Misaki doubted any of them had expected Tenchi to actually ask both Ryoko and Ayeka to wed him, taking advantage of his royal birthright to do so. That both girls had agreed probably came as a shock as well. Misaki smiled as she remembered to look on Azusa’s face when he heard the news. She wondered what had upset him more; that Tenchi had taken his daughter from him, in his eyes anyway, or that he had brought the person responsible for Jurai’s single greatest military defeat into the royal family.
Satisfied that she was ready, prepared both physically and mentally, she opened the door before her. The door lead into her room of course; it was the only place suited to the task ahead. As she entered the lone figure inside turned away from window. Upon seeing her, Tenchi bowed politely to her.
“ Lady Misaki”, he addressed her formally, though there was no missing the friendly warmth in his voice.
“ Tenchi”, Misaki choose the more informal greeting on purpose; she wanted Tenchi to be as relaxed as possible. It would make things so much easier. Of course as soon as he was within arm’s reach she swept him into a crushing hug; she just couldn’t help herself. Misaki knew she was a very emotional person, and she embraced that fact. “ It’s so good to see you!” she exploded, unable to contain herself. She often wondered how Funaho could keep control of her emotions so well. With Misaki, what she felt is what she showed.
Tenchi hugged her back, having grown accustom to the Queen’s hugs over the past few weeks on Jurai. He had quickly learned that returning the hugs was in his best interest, as it got Misaki to release him much sooner; it was something neither Ryoko nor even Ayeka had figured out yet.
“ How are you doing today?” He asked once the embrace ended. Misaki smiled brightly at him.
“ Couldn’t be better Tenchi. Now, why don’t you have a seat and we can discuss why I asked you to come here.”
“ Okay”, Tenchi nodded as she took his arm and lead him over to her bed. He was more or less forced to sit down and sank deep down into the soft material of the bed.
“ Whoa...heheh, soft.”, Tenchi stammered, still clueless as to what this was all about
“ I know, isn’t it great!?” Misaki half jumped up on the bed. “ It’s Jurain puffweed. I don’t know why they still call it a weed really, it’s grown only in factories just for the use of bedding material.” She shrugged. “ Oh well, not important, we have much more pressing things to deal with.”
“ Right...so what can I do for you?”
“ Well I have a few questions I need to ask of you Tenchi”
“ Um, yeah sure. Ask away.”
Misaki wasted no time in heading straight to the point. “ Are you a virgin Tenchi?”
“ What!?” Misaki watched as Tenchi turned red. If she hadn’t already been smiling, his reaction would have made her. She found it so cute.
“ Did you misunderstand me? Do I need to repeat the question?”
“ Uh, n-no...um. Lady Misaki, can...can I ask the r-reason behind this question?”
“ Oh of course you can! It’s part of a very old Jurain custom. It is the responsibility of the mother of the wife to be to insure that the husband to be is able to properly fulfill his duties in the bedroom.”
“.....I’m...I’m not sure I understand.”
“ Oh don’t worry about that, I promise we’ll take this nice and slow. Now would you please mind answering my question?” Misaki giggled slightly as Tenchi blushed bright red. He finally managed to mumble out a response though.
“ Y-yes.”
“ Yes you are a virgin?” Still blushing, Tenchi nodded. “ Does that embarrass you Tenchi?”
“ Well, no...not really...I mean...” Tenchi trailed off, looking down at the pattern in the bedcover. Misaki sighed.
“ It’s okay Tenchi, it’s nothing to be ashamed of at all.”
“ I-I know that, but...well I just...”
“ I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”
“ Oh no, it’s not you, really!”
“ Then what?” Misaki asked, even though she knew the answer. It was blatantly obvious, but she wanted to hear him say it.
If he’s this shy just taking about sex, he’ll never be able to handle either Ayeka or Ryoko, let alone both of them.
“...I’m not really comfortable talking about this”, Tenchi finally mumbled.
“ Why?” That little question seemed to knock Tenchi for a loop.
“ I don’t know”, he answered after several minutes of silence.
“ Hmm...well if you can’t think of any reason, then maybe there isn’t one.”
“ I guess, maybe...”
“ So then there’s nothing to be shy about.”
“ I...don’t think it’s that easy.” Misaki had to laugh.
“ I know Tenchi, which is why you’re here. Since you are a virgin, logically you have no experience with pleasing women in bed. And I’m afraid this won’t do.”
“ It won’t?” Tenchi was starting to look worried. Clearly he was struggling to figure out where this was leading.
“ Of course it won’t. The first night a man spends with his wife will be one both will remember for the rest of their lives. Now, what would you rather remember; an awkward night of clumsy moves and mumbled words, or a passionate evening of loving embraces and confident expression?”
“ Well, I guess the second...”
“ Guess?” Misaki cut him off, her cheerful expression switching in a instant to a hard glare. “ Do you love my daughter or don’t you?” The impact those words had was dramatic. The doubt and worry in Tenchi’s eyes were swept away by anger and a fiery determination.
“ Of course I do”, Tenchi answered strongly.
About time Tenchi. Misaki fought to keep her expression stern. This was very important. She felt like hugging him for coming so suddenly to the defense of his feelings; he really did care about Ayeka and would do all he could for her.
“ Then how would you rather remember, or better yet, have her remember your wedding night?”
“ As the best night of her life, as the perfect day where everything went exactly right.” The force of those words knocked Misaki’s harsh composure flat. She smiled brightly at him and quickly wrapped him in a hug that squeezed the air from his lungs.
“ See there, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Tenchi was so taken back by the sudden turn around he completely forgot to hug her back until Misaki tightened her hold on him a bit more. Holding his slightly bruised ribs, Tenchi leaned back a bit.
“ So, what now?”
“ Well, now we just need to get you ready.” Misaki grinned at him.
“ Ready?”
“ Of course” Misaki shrugged off her heavy outer robe and tossed it aside.
“ Lady Misaki?” Tenchi’s face paled slightly as he watched her untie the thick sash that held together her inner robes. “ What...what are you...?” Misaki giggled at him.
“ What do you think Tenchi? We’ve determined that you need experience you don’t have, and that I am responsible for making sure that you acquire this experience.” Tenchi stared at Misaki for the longest time. She could almost see his mind working, trying to make sense of what she had told him, trying to figure out someway other then the obvious to what she had meant. It finally seemed to click; she meant exactly what he thought she did.
“ You can’t be serious!” Misaki giggled at his outburst.
“ Of course I can Tenchi.” Dropping the sash on the floor, Misaki let her rob hang half open, enjoying the blush that sprang onto Tenchi’s face. “ Now come here”
“ M-Misaki, I don’t know if...” With a sigh, Misaki cut off Tenchi by reaching over and literally pulling him towards her. Cupping his face gently with her other hand, she leaned in close to him until their faces were bare centimeters away.
“ Tenchi, this is my duty, my responsibility”, she whispered, staring straight into his eyes. “ If things do not go well for you and Ayeka, if your wedding night is a disaster, it will be my fault. I would be most upset.” she hissed slightly through her teeth at this point. “You wouldn’t want me to be upset, now would you?” Tenchi’s mouth worked as he tried, and failed, to vocalize a reply. Finally he just slowly shook his head no. “ Good.” With that, Misaki pulled Tenchi to her, kissing him.
Misaki smiled into the kiss; Tenchi might be a virgin, but this certainly wasn’t his first encounter with a woman. Ayeka and Ryoko must have been giving him plenty of practice. Not the best kiss she’d ever had, but it would certainly do. As Misaki pulled back, she noted that it took Tenchi a second longer before he let the kiss end. Misaki had to smile.
Experience really does make a difference. I probably just blew away any kiss Ayeka or Ryoko gave him. “ You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” Tenchi laughed a bit nervously.
“ Well, you know...Ryoko and Ayeka...they...well...”
“ I know Tenchi, I remember being young and in love. Those first experiences.” Misaki cut off for a moment, letting the silence hang between them. “ Hmm, I guess I should have asked just how far you’ve been with a women.”
“ Uh...not that far...not really.”
“ Just kissing, touching?” Misaki pressed.
“ Yeah.”
“ I’m a bit surprised”, Misaki comment as she shifted even closer to Tenchi so she could get her arms fully around him.
“ Why do you say that?” Tenchi blurted out. Misaki snuggled up against him, her hands rubbing softly across his chest.
“ Well, I’m not too surprised that Ayeka hasn’t tried to push things, but Ryoko...well she just always struck me as the kind to take everything she could get when she could get it. She kind of reminds me of...well, me.” With a sudden motion, Misaki pulled Tenchi’s shirt right off over his head. Before he could react, she had already pressed him flat on the bed and half laid down across him.
“ You been making her wait?”
Tenchi stared at her like a deer into headlights for a while before responding “ Well, uh, yeah...I have...I thought...it would be better...”
“ Better to wait till you’re married”, Misaki finished for him.
“ Yeah”
“ That’s really impressive Tenchi, you have more restraint then I did at your age.” Misaki shrugged out of her rob, leaving herself bare except for pink matching bra and panties she had chosen for the occasion. She could feel Tenchi tense up under her. Misaki levered herself up, her long hair spilling over her shoulder as she looked down at Tenchi. She noticed his eyes were very busy taking in the sight before him, with extra time being spent around her chest.
“ You can touch me Tenchi. In fact, you’re going to have to at some point” Still not getting much response out of him, Misaki took his hand and placed it firmly on her right breast. Tenchi still maintained his impression of a corpse.
This would have been so much easier with Yosho. Barring the thought from her mind, Misaki decided on a different course of action. Straddling Tenchi, she pressed her sex against the bulge in the front of his pants. At least part of him knows what it’s suppose to do. Slowly rocking her hips, Misaki ground down into him.
Finally getting a response other then a shell-shocked stare, Misaki continued to dry hump Tenchi, who’s hands were starting to move at last, sliding hesitantly up her legs. Reaching her waist he took slight hold of her, starting to pull with the motion. Satisfied that Tenchi was finally starting to get involved, Misaki started to slow down. She smiled slightly as she felt his grip tighten and he started to pull harder, obviously not quite ready to let it end.
Hopefully having found a course of motivation, Misaki leaned forward, bringing her hips up off Tenchi. She could feel him try to resist her motion, trying to drag her back down. Of course his efforts were wasted against Misaki’s strength, but it was a good sign.
Ignoring the tugging at her hips, Misaki leaned over to kiss him again. Making use of her tongue and several hundred years worth of experience, Misaki quickly started to get more eager responses out of Tenchi. His hands started wandering from her waist. She let her own hands do some exploring in response, rewarding Tenchi’s touches with her own. When he found a sweet spot on her, she let him know. It didn’t take Tenchi long at all to catch on and focus on the areas Misaki wanted him to.
When she felt that he was sufficiently comfortable with her body, Misaki ended the make out session by sitting up, pulling herself mostly out of his grip. Tenchi looked up at her from his prone position, his breath coming a bit heavy.
“ Are you ready to move on Tenchi?” Misaki asked with a lustful smile. With an eager nod, Tenchi sat up, ready for whatever she had planned.
Misaki shifted, turning her back to the youth. “ Then take off my bra would you?” Reaching out with just slight hesitation, Tenchi fumbled with the catch for a moment before releasing it. Misaki immediately reached behind her and hooked it back together. “ Try it again” Doing as he was told, Tenchi once again unhooked the bra, managing to do so in less time. Still Misaki undid his work.
“ Again”
After several trials, Tenchi got the hang of working the catch quickly. Then he learned how to work it with one hand, then the other, then while Misaki was facing him. Feeling that he had gained adequate mastery of the bra, Misaki finally let Tenchi take it off her.
One thing was certain, Ayeka had not gotten her bust size from her mother. That trait must have come from somewhere further down the bloodline; while not as well endowed as Ryoko, Misaki had plenty to flaunt. Still firm and cupped with bright pink nipples, Misaki’s breasts did a flawless job of bringing Tenchi’s gaze down.
Repeating her earlier attempt, Misaki guided Tenchi’s hand to her breast. This time he reacted with more then just a stare, giving the fleshy mound a firm squeeze. Misaki let go of his hand, letting him play with her breasts for a while. She moaned and sighed in response to his actions, once again giving him clues as to when he did something right. When he started playing with her nipples she really started to get vocal.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Misaki pulled Tenchi’s head to her chest. Taking the hint, Tenchi kissed her breasts.
“ Use your tongue”, she instructed. Almost instantly Misaki felt a liquid warm across her left tit as Tenchi obeyed. She moaned deeply, encouraging him on. Tenchi licked at her breasts, trying out different methods. He found pressing the tip of his tongue in a circle around Misaki’s tits brought out the loudest moans. He made the next move on his own and brought his entire mouth down on the mound of flesh.
“ Oh yes”, Misaki breathed heavily into his ear. “ That’s very good” Arching her back slightly towards him, Misaki reminded herself she was suppose to be doing this for Tenchi’s sake, but it was getting hard to focus on teaching. She felt a need to just take him, to have her way with the now very enthusiastic young man who’s mouth was latched into her breast. It had been too damn long since Azusa had given her this kind of attention.
Pushing the desire down, Misaki forced herself to concentrate on Tenchi’s technique without focusing too hard on the sensations and feelings that resulted. He didn’t need much instructing though; Tenchi was quickly picking up on the cues she was giving him, exaggerated maybe, but he was still learning what to pay attention to. At least so far; there were still two points that needed to be covered, and they were the big ones.
With some gentle urging, Misaki pried Tenchi off her breasts. Finding herself uncharacteristically tongue tied, Misaki just laid back on the bed, draping a leg over Tenchi’s shoulder. He looked momentarily confused, obviously unsure as to what was next. With a coy smile, Misaki got her other leg across his shoulder and hooked it with her other, pulling Tenchi’s head and attention down were she wanted them.
Starting to understand what she was expecting, Tenchi froze again. Fortunately it passed, as he started to slide the pink panties slowly off Misaki. Lifting her legs off his shoulders so he could remove the cloth completely, he took a long moment before looking down at the now completely exposed woman, the woman who would in a few short days be his mother-in-law.
Immediately he banished that thought from his mind; there was no way in hell he could do what she wanted while dwelling on that fact. Reminding himself this was an important Jurain custom, Tenchi lowered himself down till his mouth was mere inches from his new task. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Tenchi inadvertently blew a puff of warm air into Misaki, resulting in a twitch and a gasp. As he lowered himself the final few inches and his tongue made contact he got a good deal more out of her.
Misaki found herself having to repeatedly open her eyes, which just did not seem to want to stay open. She was surprised to find herself breathing as heavy as she was so soon; Tenchi was doing a very good job listening to her vocal clues this time around, and she was not exaggerating nearly as much as before.
It’s been too long with too little, damn you Azusa. I’m enjoying this way too much. Teaching experience, that’s all this is suppose to be, that’s all. Ah shit... Misaki’s train of thought derailed as Tenchi located the tiny nub of flesh near the top of her sex. Not missing the suppressed shriek it got out of her, Tenchi shifted his focus to the spot.
Whether she was suppose to be enjoying herself or not, Misaki just stopped caring. She needed it, and even Tenchi’s inexperienced actions were getting her off very quickly. In a mixed attempt to finish up the lesson plan and to fulfill her own personal needs, Misaki grabbed Tenchi by the hair and pulled until he was looking at her face again.
“ Up here, and lose the pants”, she instructed, trying to seem much more in control of herself then she was. Something is her voice and eyes convinced Tenchi that he didn’t have time to stall and he was quick to do as he was told. “ One more lesson to go Tenchi, whenever you’re ready”
Tenchi, for his part, was more then ready. After pleasuring Misaki for many minutes while getting nothing back in return, he was aching. Removing his pants had let up some pressure, but he wasn’t very far from a bad case of blue balls.
Misaki held onto him tightly as he entered her, gasping with pleasured relief. His pace was a bit quick, but she had expected as much. As much as she tried to get off to it, she knew he’d be done long before she was, even with the treatment her had given her earlier. Her groan of frustration at that fact was lost among her other moans and cries. While she wasn’t really suppose to be enjoying herself, Misaki just felt the need far too much to care.
“ Stop!” Despite the incredible feelings and desires building up, Tenchi froze as solid as stone at Misaki’s command. Before he could panic and start thinking of all the things he might have done wrong though, Misaki rolled them both over. Placing her hands firmly on his chest, she took over setting the pace. If he had an objections, Tenchi was in no position to voice them
Just as she had predicted, Tenchi didn’t last much longer, even at the slower pace she was setting. Still she had a few minutes left to work with even if he was done, and the liquid warmth that had erupted inside her added a whole new sensation.
Tenchi came back into a state of awareness just in time to watch Misaki arch back and scream, a deep shudder running through her body. The sight was one he would not forget for many years to come.
Misaki felt the sexual high drain out of her and waited a good couple of breaths before she looked down at Tenchi. She gave him a slight smile.
“ I think”, she stated slowly “ that you will do just fine on your honeymoon. Just remember to hold her afterwards and tell her how great she is, and things will be perfect.”
“ I’ll remember that”, Tenchi assured her.
“ I know you will. And Tenchi, what happened here today, you can’t tell anyone.” Rolling off of him, Misaki urged him to gather his clothes “ Part of the custom is pretending that it never happened. Even when Ayeka learns of it years and years from now, you will tell her that it never happened. It’s part of the reason this custom has no name, because no one has ‘officially’ ever gone through it.”
“ I see”, Tenchi replied looking a bit confused, but then smiled slightly. “ Alright then, it never happened.” Gathering up his clothes, he paused and looked back at Misaki. “ So if anyone asks, what did happen here today?”
“ You were just being a good groom and going over the plans with the wedding coordinator. Why do you think it’s customary for the mother of the wife to plan the wedding?”
Getting dressed with a smile, Tenchi chose not to answer the obviously rhetorical question. Misaki only bothered to put on her inner robe, deciding she could spend some time lounging around for the next hour or so. Gathering Tenchi into a final hug before she let him leave, she whispered in his ear,
“ You were good Tenchi, not great, but good for your first time. Pay close attention to your wives, and I think you might just become very good.. Never let them down in the bed, and your life will be much easier” With that, she gently shoved him out the door. “ Oh and Tenchi, if at any point between now and your wedding night you feel the need to get in some more practice, you know how to find me.” With that she shut the door.