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"No Need For Masculinity: oops all porn"	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S to Z > Tenchi Muyo Views: 722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tenchi let her hands explore his own flesh. He’d thought his nipples had been itching just because of how they rubbed against her shirt- but the sensation was still there now that he was bare-chested. Tenchi thought back to Ryoko’s accidental touch the day before. He delicately pinched a nipple between her fingers- stifling a groan of pleasure and surprise as the shallow contact radiated deeply into her chest. She tried the other one- the same electric rush overtook her. She pawed at the skin around the nipple- but the sensitivity didn’t extend much beyond them. As they stiffened, she had to wonder if it was too much to believe that they were bigger already. She looked down- the bulge in her panties ended in a dark, wet spot. She gulped. That was… complicated.
She screwed her eyes shut and started thinking out loud.
“So that’s it. Washu did it. My body is really changing. What do I tell my family? Do I… do I even tell them?” She groaned at her own foolishness. “Of course I have to tell them. What else am I going to do? Wait until they start asking questions about my boobs over breakfast?”
“That could be a fun option.”
Tenchi’s eyes snapped open. Ryoko’s were there to meet him.
“Don’t… you… ever… knock?”
“You know me better than that, Tenchi darling.”
Tenchi glowered. She did.
“How much did you hear?” Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to salvage this.
Ryoko’s lips parted, seeming to move in slow motion as she breathed her response quietly.
“All of it.”
So that was it. Life was over. Time to pack it in and move, six feet straight down.

Ryoko’s dusky alto caried on teasingly.
“When I realized my panties were missing, I hoped you might have taken them to play with, but this… this is so much juicier.”
Her eyes came to rest on Tenchi’s groin, notable for how it pressed through the blanket. Someone was eager to make her acquaintance.
“Stop.” If Tenchi blushed any harder the blood would be spraying out her nose. Ryoko tried to meet her eye, but Tenchi was determined to look everywhere else.
Ryoko’s fingers gently cupped Tenchi’s jaw, forcing her to look into the eyes of the girl kneeling in front of her.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I’m not mad- you can keep them.”
Tenchi choked out a pitiful laugh. Ryoko climbed onto the bed and sat next to Tenchi, a reassuring arm on her bare thigh. Tenchi’s body was all tension, a frightened little rabbit. Ryoko gave the thigh a squeeze, noting the silky quality of the skin with a private hunger.

“I’m serious, you know. I can help you get dressed, too. Bras are a pain in the ass- you might have noticed I never wear one. You have noticed, right?” She fluttered her eyelids at Tenchi, licking her lips as she glanced down. This time Tenchi laughed a little more sincerely, surprised she had the capacity.
“Why are you taking this so well?” she asked, voice barely rising above a whisper.
Ryoko wrapped her arms around Tenchi’s shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace. She squeezed Tenchi’s head into her breasts. For the first time, Tenchi didn’t fuss about that. Absent its usual performative horniness, Ryoko’s hug felt tender and sincere, strong and welcoming. Ryoko’s thumb stroked her ear, melting the iron out of her posture.
“I found you, Tenchi, and you are mine. We are meant to be together. Do you think you wanting to be a girl is going to stand in the way of destiny?”
How many times had she said something like that? How often had Tenchi groaned and brushed her words away? Had she always meant it, really meant it, like this? Tenchi hugged her back, slender arms wrapped tightly around Ryoko’s back as she buried her head in the warmth between Ryoko’s breasts, feeling the pirate’s heart beat. In time she raised her head, eyes shimmering with tears.

She sat up with a start, pressing her lips to Ryoko’s. She was on fire, and Ryoko could quench the heat. She was drowning, and Ryoko had the breath of life. Ryoko had had a dozen first kisses with different partners. None matched this hot, desperate, aching need. She all too gladly parted her lips for Tenchi.

She couldn’t hold back a sigh of perfect contentment as Tenchi’s tongue slipped into her mouth, lapping gently at her, heedless of the sticky-sweet taste of stale sake on her breath. Tenchi. At last. She cupped the back of his- her- neck, toying with the silly little rat-tail hanging down her back. When at last Tenchi surfaced for air, still close enough to share breath, a string of saliva hung between them for a moment. To Ryoko it was no less than the red string of fate. Ryoko leaned forward, didn’t stop leaning until Tenchi tumbled backwards and Ryoko nuzzled her way up her body, chin and cheek and palm and finger tracing the sharp lines of Tenchi’s body until she was leaving little trails of kisses along Tenchi’s earlobe, sparks flying everywhere she touched Tenchi, who kept ever so properly quiet despite the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Ryoko was an artist. Quiet and proper would never do- she needed an ovation. She bit Tenchi’s ear- oh but that sweet little whine was exquisite.

Ryoko was nothing if not daring. She let her hands stray down to that throbbing core of heat between Tenchi’s legs, sliding her hand along the lace-trimmed silk. Under the circumstances, who could say no to that? A knock at the door nearly sent Tenchi through the roof.
“Breakfast is ready, Tenchi. Are you coming?”
“Don’t answer that,” Ryoko whispered in her ear, closing her fingers on one elusive prize.
“In a minute,” he ventured.
“You’d better not.” Ryoko warned. Tenchi snickered.
As Sasami’s footprints retreated, Ryoko’s smoldering eyes shifted back to the matter at hand.
“So tell me, what do you want me to do to you?”
Tenchi gulped. Tell her… tell her what? He opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Ryoko inspected her polished nails.
“You want me to guess, is that it? I can be pretty sharp, you know.” She made her point by scratching those shiny nails oh so lightly across Tenchi’s chest, watching him squirm.
“That felt good, didn’t it? It’s ok, you can tell me.” Her hand stroked his cock through her panties, reveling in the fun texture the silk and lace added to that throbbing member. She stopped. Tenchi looked at her blankly. Ryoko squeezed. Tenchi whimpered, clutching a hand to her lips. That girly, giddy noise wasn’t him… was it?
“Or maybe you want me to tell you what to do?” Ryoko’s throat whisper made Tenchi’s heart beat like a drum. The throbbing beat was palpable in the flesh Ryoko held too.
“I’m not hearing a no,” she teased in a sing-song coo. Tenchi’s eyes begged where his lips failed. Ryoko licked her lips, brushed a cyan hair out of her eye.
“I can work with that. Go on, then, Tenchi. Fuck my hand.”
Tenchi bucked his hips, grinding her erection into Ryoko’s hand. Her head felt so empty, her thoughts a soft, pink fog.
“That’s a good girl,” Ryoko crooned. Tenchi humped her harder, not fighting when Ryoko slid the panties to the side so she could feel Tenchi’s dick more. More, more.
“You like it when I call you that.” It hadn’t been a question. Tenchi covered his eyes, peeked between fingers at Ryoko. Wordlessly she nodded. Seeing her like this, Ryoko had a harder and harder time thinking of Tenchi as anything but a girl.
“Yes,” came the soft reply. “AH!” Ryoko’s grip tightened like a steel trap.
“Yes, Mistress Ryoko,” the pirate corrected. The wicked gleam in her eyes was beautiful and terrible.
The color drained from Tenchi’s face.
“But-“
Ryoko leaned down and bit Tenchi’s neck, whirling her tongue over the sensitive skin. Tenchi’s hands scrabbled at her hair.
“Mistress Ryoko!”
How delicious.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Tenchi. And I’m not going to stop until one of us comes. And it had better be me, because I’m going to punish you if you come first.”
“How are you going to punish me… m-Mistress Ryoko?”
The pirate brought her face right up to Tenchi’s, those devil’s eyes staring into her soul.
“By keeping you in this room until you make me scream so loud the family will be talking about if over breakfast.” Ryoko eyed Tenchi like a kid with a shiny new toy. And Tenchi’s eyes sparkled at the idea of being that toy. Tenchi hardened more- Ryoko hadn’t thought it was possible- precum drooling steadily at the thought. She peeled off her dress, and suddenly shapes Tenchi had often imagined were real enough to reach out and touch; perfect, perky, pink. His mouth watered.
Ryoko kept her own panties on, the purple, floral fabric coming to rest against Tenchi’s red lace, the wide head of Tenchi’s cock at last spreading her open. A dominant woman could still allow herself a blushing moment of girlish delight, couldn’t she? She sank down, her groan sounding alongside a delicately shuddering sigh.
Tenchi was losing himself. If it wasn’t the sensation of Ryoko’s tightness engulfing her, the sight of her breasts bouncing as she rocked her hips and rode him, then it might have been the kinky, terrible, wonderfully freeing sight of her own dick. In her current state of dress, with Ryoko’s honeyed words, she found she didn’t mind looking at it any more.
Ryoko moaned- she loved her. Ryoko sighed, falling onto her outstretched arms and staring at Tenchi ravenously. Ryoko loved her dick, too. It was enough.
“Oh, yes, good girl, Tenchi, keep going, keep going, oh fuck.”
Hearing she was a good girl was all she needed- warm love flowed from her like a fountain, filling Ryoko’s insides with its heat. Ryoko savored that warmth with a dazzling smile. Her Tenchi had claimed her after all.
“Oh, Tenchi, dear?”
“Yes, Mistress Ryoko?” She said it more easily each time; Ryoko nodded her approval- such a goodpet.
“Time for your punishment.”
And then those strong, alien hands pinned her arms down, and the last thing Tenchi saw before her vision was blotted out was Ryoko’s neatly groomed cunt, still dripping with her own cum, lowering down onto her lips.
“Eat up, lover.”
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