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“We’re almost there,” insisted Akane as she carried Ranma like a blushing bride towards their room at the inn. Ranma should have been insulted by being treated like some kind of lightweight who couldn't even hold his liquor, but the fact of the matter was, Akane's strong body was so very warm.
Warmth shouldn't have mattered, since it was early July and mere contact with someone's body should have been uncomfortable and unpleasant, but being pressed Akane's broad, flat, manly chest was different. The heat of her bare skin against his face was comforting , as was the rugged musk of a warrior that suffused Ranma’s nostrils with every breath, which made Ranma's heart skip and stutter like it really was her wedding day all over again. And that warmth, that smell, that power, it all lit a far greater fire deep in Ranma’s core, making when the roaring heat of summer feel frigid and icy by comparison.
Ranma was burning up, and only her wife of six years could quench that fire.
“I coulda walked, ya know,” Ranma insisted, trying in vain to deny his fundamental needs as Akane unlocked the door to their room and carried him inside. “B- but, thanks anyway.”
“Don't mention it. What was I supposed to do, let you pass out in the middle of the bar?” Akane sat Ranma down on the bed with a smile, still utterly ignorant of the effect she and her stupid guy-curse were having on her husband. “Are you feeling okay, though? You look a little flush.”
“Probably cuz you're lookin’ a little hot right now,” Ranma replied without thinking, his body saying back and forth now that he had to try to sit up under his own power, now that Akane wasn't holding him tight. “Course, you're always hot, that ain't what I'm tryin’ ta say…”
“Right, you're still drunk,” Akane shook her head and sighed, but the smirk on her face told Ranma that his compliment had still struck home. “I told you to stop after the second Blue Hawaiian. You're not very big as a girl!”
“Hey, I'm big where it counts!” Ranma retorted, puffing out his chest as he undid the clasp on his bikini top.
“R- Ranma! What are you doing?!” Akane's face turned scarlet even before Ranma tossed her watermelon printed bikini top directly into it, but that wasn't what she was really worried about anyway.
Even despite how loose they were, Ranma could see her wife's cock start to harden under those stupid swimming trunks, and that was what she needed right now. Ranma had to know that Akane was attracted to him, had to know that there was even a chance that a fire inside his loins could be sated.
“This is our last big vacation before you start your new job, don't I deserve ta enjoy it?” Ranma asked as he leaned forward—too far, and he only managed to avoid falling off of the bed because he crashed into Akane's body, burying his nose against her toned abs that still faintly smelled of battle and the sea. “And shouldn't I reward my big strong wife who landed that cushy job?”
“Ugh, you know I only got it because of this curse, if I'd interviewed as a woman they would never-” Akane was talking, but Ranma didn't really have it in her to listen. Instead, she grabbed the sides of Akane's swimming trunks tight and physically ripped them off of her body. Those garments were replaceable, but the sight of Akane's manhood suddenly bouncing up to greet Ranma was priceless.
Akane voiced some kind of complaint, but Ranma had already buried her face against the cock, drinking deep of its scent. This was the weapon that was going to bring her salvation, the tool she'd been longing to have inside of her for months, ever since Akane first grew it, but she’d never had the heart to ask for it. Ranma’s brain started to fail from her sheer proximity to Akane’s dick, and she couldn't even really begin to describe what she was experiencing anymore.
Ranma’s head swam, her body trembled, her gut burned, and she only knew one simple truth.
“I want this inside of me,” Ranma said, cutting off whatever less relevant line of conversation Akane had been having all by herself. “I need you to fuck me in half.”
“I- I told you, you're drunk!” Akane grabbed Ranma by the shoulders, pulled him off of her crotch right as he considered trying to taste Akane’s guy side, and then went so far as to push Ranma back into the bed, pinning him against the soft mattress by both of his wrists.
“An’ we were a little tipsy when I first fucked you, weren't we?” Ranma asked, squirming under the weight of Akane's grasp—not because it was uncomfortable, but because being utterly at her mercy was only making Ranma even hornier. She spread her legs to accommodate Akane looming over her, and she could only plead for her wife to do the right thing. “Please, Akane, I'll never ask you again if you don't enjoy it, I just-”
Akane silenced Ranma by putting her hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his complaints. She still had his tiny girly wrists bound by her other hand, and Ranma's brain once again started to fizzle under the sensation.
“It's not about me, Ranma. I want to try this too, I just don't want to hurt you,” Akane replied, as if Ranma could possibly be hurt by her. Heck, they'd had sex as two girls before, Ranma had let her wife explore Ranma’s girl side before, so this wasn't even really new territory for either of them!
“You won't, you wouldn't have the guts,” Ranma insisted as soon as Akane let him speak again, and something about Ranma’s cocky words or expression must have done something to Akane, because her grip on Ranma’s wrists tightened. “P- please Akane, do whatever you want to me, I can take it…”
“And if I just wanted a blowjob?” Akane smirked as her cock pressed forward, pushing against Ranma’s folds through his bikini bottoms. Just grinding against her was enough to make Ranma let out a tiny whimper of need, his restraints suddenly feeling far too cruel. If Ranma could throw herself at Akane, she would have, knowing full well that her beautiful body and eager attitude should have been more than enough to convince Akane to stop teasing her!
“I'll do it I’ll do it, but please-” Ranma’s next words were replaced with nothing but empty moaning as Akane tore off Ranma’s pretty little bottoms in a single motion right as she thrust her hips forward, which pushed the crown of her cock right past Ranma’s lips.
“God, you are soaking wet, aren't you?” Akane continued, her hips gyrating in place as she took in the novel sensation of being inside her husband. “You’re so soft too, you really should be careful…”
“C- careful?” Ranma stammered out, her own hips desperately trying to buck and force Akane even deeper. As if sensing Ranma’s utter need, Akane slammed her hips forward in response, putting all of her weight into and over Ranma.
Ranma’s mouth hung open in response to his body being abruptly filled, but any raw guttural sounds he tried to make were muffled by Akane tilting his head upwards so she could bring their lips together. Akane’s tongue invaded Ranma’s mouth at that instance, and Ranma could do nothing more than idly let their tongues spar as Akane rested deep inside of her, filling her up fully and totally in a way that only made all the demands Ranma's body was making worse.
Ranma tried to wiggle his hips to desperately ring out a little more pleasure from being so thoroughly filled, but he knew it wasn't enough. Every little motion Ranma made let her feel another little pulse of life leap through Akane’s cock, and as an added bonus those same motions were letting those coarse hair’s of Akane’s dance right over her needy clitoris, giving her much needed extra stimulation, driving her closer and closer to edge. That being said, Ranma was already close to her first orgasm, yes, because her girl side was always an easy slut that melted under any form of attention from Akane, but that wasn't going to be the end of this. She was always a little ravenous as a woman, and having a real man inside of her was only making it harder and harder to ever imagine being satisfied.
“Or I'll decide we should do this more often,” Akane said at long last as she broke the kiss and finally began slowly extracting herself from Ranma's depths. A terrible void formed inside of Ranma as she left, and Ranma couldn't stop herself from wrapping her legs around her wife, or from quietly begging Akane to put her dick back where it belonged.
“Pleasepleaseplease-” Ranma urged her wife on, once again losing control of her words as Akane slammed her hips forward with incredible force. Any lesser woman might have been broken by the sheer power of Akane trying to split them like a cement brick, but the mere thought of Akane going all out on her sent her head spinning…
And made it so much easier to get lost in the fantasy of getting plowed by her wife. Ranma's failing self-control survived the second and third of Akane's thrusts, but by the fourth Ranma's body was telling her to scream out incoherently, and that meant that by the fifth Akane had once again used her hand to muffle Ranma's vocalizations. That tipped Ranma over the edge, and every muscle in his body tensed up at one. His legs pulled tight around Akane's back, trying to urge the stud that was his wife into giving him everything she had.
“Why are. You so. Damn loud?!” Akane demanded in time with her frantic attempts at using Ranma like a luxurious cock sleeve.
The sheer overwhelming bliss of the moment made it hard to think, and in the heat of the moment Ranma really wouldn't have been able to say anything, even if Akane had allowed her to. Right as Ranma was nearing the edge of total satisfaction for the second time, Akane abruptly shifted both of their positions by hiking Ranma's legs up onto her shoulders. Ranma had fucked his wife this exact way before, he knew just how deep it let him get, knew the quivering mess it could turn even the semi-stoic and hardheaded Akane into…
And now it was his turn to get filled all the way up by his wife, his turn to shudder as his innermost depths were graced by the immaculate tool of a far too tall hunk who loved him so much that she would hold nothing back…
Or, at least, she shouldn't have been! Akane was just standing there, all lined up with Ranma's pussy, but she wasn't moving! Ranma understood that she maybe wanted to catch her breath or calm down so she could last half as long as a guy as Ranma would have, but that didn't matter! Ranma's mind wanted cock, demanded immediate satisfaction, and knew full well that it wasn't going to want to stop after Akane came anyway! They would just take off her condom, play around some other way until she was hard again, and then Ranma could get filled again and again, as was her purpose in life!
“Because I'm easy,” Ranma replied, sliding Akane's hand down off of his mouth so he could answer Akane's earlier question. “But you like easy girls, don't you, stud? You love everyone hearing exactly what you're doing, especially since I make you sound so much more talented than you actually are.”
Ranma smirked as she made a subtle jab at Akane's prowess, and that alone was all the encouragement she needed.
Akane started to growl out of anger, frustration, raw rutting desire, or some mix of the three, and then slammed her hips forward with no subtlety or control. The sheer force of the first attack made Ranma's body jiggle, a motion which grabbed Akane’s attention because for the first time in the night, Akane began to roughly push and pull at Ranma's breasts, massaging them as only an over muscled tomboy knew how, while still sliding her hips back and forth with the rhythm of an aggravated freight train in heat.
There was nothing Ranma could do to avoid letting out base vocalizations yet again, her lungs and throat crooning for all to hear. Everyone in the inn, everyone at the resort, perhaps everyone in Japan would get to enjoy the simple tale of how thoroughly Akane was fulfilling her role of tomboy boy toy, the more attentive among the listeners would hear the peaks and valleys of Ranma's quivering tenor, each of which heralded a brief brush with total orgasmic satisfaction, though Ranma was too ravenous a slut to ever even consider stopping.
“Who's not talented?! Again exactly?!” Akane shouted, her hands still pawing and groping at Ranma's breasts with the reverence of a woman possessed. “Because it! Sounds like! You're losing!”
Akane may not have been well enough acquainted with the sensation of her own guy body, but Ranma could feel the way her cock was twitching and bouncing as it passed through Ranma's inner folds. She was eager to shoot her load, her body was almost there, she just needed a little encouragement.
And Ranma fully intended to give it to her.
Ranma lurched her body upward as Akane made one more thrust, pulling her arms tight around Akane's wonderful torso, pressing their chests together so their hearts could pound as one. The faint sparking of battle aura flared up behind Ranma as she shoved her head alongside Akane's and before Akane could dare to say anything or try to kiss her, Ranma let out the loudest, most lurid moan she could into Akane's ear.
The results were immediate. Akane's hips hilted her immaculate cock deep within Ranma, and she then began to make futile little tiny humps as she tried and failed to escape the iron hold Ranma's arms and legs suddenly had on her body. Akane's body demanded that she cum, and Ranma’s body refused to let her do it anywhere other than inside of him.
A roaring blue fire surrounded Akane as her dick fired off the first salvo of pure warmth deep into Ranma, and with her composure finally shattered, Akane let out a far too feminine moan of her own as her needy under-appreciated balls tried to empty themselves into her husband. Ranma wasn't sure when she started cumming herself, only that it was somewhere towards the end of Akane's prodigious first load, and that it did at long last leave Ranma's feeling a little spent.
“W- was it good?” Akane weakly asked, not quite in possession of the energy to engage in witty banter with Ranma. “I- I was just kind of acting on instinct, and-”
Ranma silenced Akane by making out with her, letting their tongues slide over one another while more primal sounds passed between them. No amount of words could comfort Akane better than this, better than keeping their bodies united. Akane's cock twitched deep with Ranma yet again, politely informing her that it had no intention of going soft while it was sitting in the plush prison that was Ranma's body and enjoying the heat of its own-
Its own…
The heat of Akane’s cum.
Brief alarm bells sounded off in Ranma’s mind as he realized Akane had not been wearing a condom, and that he’d just taken the full pent-up load of what may very well have been Akane’s first ever orgasm as a man. Fortunately, the sudden realization didn’t have to put a damper on the night or anything. Honestly the fact that they were both cursed meant they could finally do away with condoms altogether, right? As long as Ranma changed back into a guy, everything Akane had put into him would fall right out, and the reverse was going to be true for his wife going forward! That, at least, was going to make nights more fun…
But Ranma couldn’t get changed back just yet. Being filled was fun, but the sudden knowledge that Ranma could enjoy that as much as he wanted reignited the flames of Ranma’s libido, and since Akane’s dick was so diligently trying to continue staying upright it only felt right to put it to a little more use.
“Up for one more?” Ranma asked as he broke the kiss, his wide grin causing Akane to blush like an innocent schoolgirl who hadn’t just pumped him full of cum. “I think you deserve it, after all.”
“That was a lot of work, Ranma,” Akane sighed, her chest still heaving up and down against his own, every mutual breath causing their bodies to grind against one another still. “Besides, one for me is apparently twenty for you!”
“Hey, it couldn’t’ve been more than five or six,” Ranma replied, holding her hands up in front of her as apologetically as possible. “What if I take charge this time, though? You can just lay down, spread your legs, and I’ll do all the work, okay?”
Ranma presented his request like it was a kindness, but admittedly he did just want to see if bouncing around on top of a dick was half as much fun as Akane made it look. Without the weight and power of Akane being in control driving Ranma over the edge, he was probably liable to last a lot longer this way, which was less fun for him, but at least it meant he could focus on making sure Akane had a good time, focus on being a man for her…
And if it was more fun than he expected, well, Ranma was going to have to add this to their little repertoire going forward.
“O- oh, I- I mean, I guess we could.” Akane’s blush only grew more vivid as she tragically had to pull herself out of Ranma. Uninterested in letting either of them lose momentum, he grabbed her by the arms as soon as she was free of him, throwing her onto the bed dramatically, at which point he immediately straddled her hips, letting the underside of Akane’s still nearly hard cock slide across Ranma’s lips over and over. “I would have moved on my own, you know!”
Akane’s complaint was noted, but Ranma had no interest in actually verbally sparring with her. She would have moved on her own, but they both knew that it was his role as the husband to be in control, roll his hips against hers, and leave her a quivering little mess of oversexed satisfaction. All she had to do was shut up and moan for him, like a good girl.
And as soon as he slipped her inside of him, she did just that, letting Ranma start moving across Akane’s length with a few slow and languid motions, all to set a mood.
After all, they had the whole night.