Green Hair, Yellow Eyes

Green Hair, Yellow Eyes

By Takeda Kenji

Chapter Four

Yosho “Katsuhito” Masaki was a patient man but there were times that tried the patience of a saint and this was shaping up to be one of those times. As he began his kata with a bokken, he began to reflect on the obvious: his grandson was fucking his wife. Well actually, Tenchi was bedding his soon-to-be ex-wife but the fact that the divorce papers hadn’t even arrived for signing made his blood pressure spike. Yosho considered what he was going to have to do about this disturbing development. It wasn’t as if he could let such a thing slide.

His sword, made from the fine wood of Funaho, swung in the air. Yosho fumed. It was not a good thing, to practice with this much stress on his mind but then again, his slashes and cuts had never been deadlier. Given his past, that was saying quite a bit. During the Period of Warring States, Katsuhito Masaki had performed the hitokiri, a man-slayer who always found his mark, it had been a bloody task for a man who should have been free of violence. However, when upheaval of the Sengoku found its way to his shrine, Katsuhito put his foot down. He had no qualms about taking a life but unlike Tenchi, he was far more aware of the toll it took on a man.

Now he found himself considering committing that very act against his grandson. It was a horrible thing, contemplating murdering one’s grandchild, but then again, when one considered the devastating impact of sleeping with one’s grandchild… murder didn’t seem quite so bad. Training was coming soon. Tenchi still met with him to train at ten o’clock. At half-past nine, Yosho threw his strength into each swing of his sword to burn a minute fraction of his anger away. But it wasn’t enough. In thirty minutes he would face his grandson…

Thirty minutes passed like little toy soldiers marching across a tabletop. As Tenchi made his way to the training grounds, he noticed that his grandfather was in his true state of appearance and that he had been exerting himself for some time. “Ji-chan?” Tenchi asked, perplexed.

“Tenchi,” Yosho said coldly. Tenchi’s blood froze as he saw the look on his grandfather’s face. There was murder in the old priest’s eyes.

“Ji-chan, I can come back…”

“You’ll do no such thing. Training is essential,” Yosho countered swiftly. “Today will be your final lesson. You are twenty-six years of age. You’ve fought against divinities and demons. There is little more I can teach you. But know this, Tenchi…” Yosho said, as he tossed his bokken aside and retrieved the Master Key from inside his tunic.

“Nani? Tenchi said while clutching at his bokken.

“I will be the toughest opponent you ever faced,” Yosho said before launching himself towards Tenchi. Within seconds, Yosho proved himself a man of his word. Simply put, there was no way Tenchi could have ever been prepared to fight Yosho as a warrior, having only fought him as student versus teacher.

Tenchi found himself on the defensive at once, calling upon his incredible mastery of speed to preserve his life. Yosho was a force of nature, seemingly moving in all directions at once. The only time Tenchi had ever seen his grandfather fight was against Kagato but even then his grandfather never moved this quickly. There was a stare of hatred that haunted Tenchi even as he ran for dear life. Yosho intercepted every escape no matter how Tenchi tried. “I am the one who taught you what you know. Every move you make, you know I will see through it…” Yosho hissed, unconsciously invoking the words of an old enemy.

“Ji-chan, stop this…stop this now!” Tenchi cried as he shot into the air and executed an aerial summersault over Yosho and took off running for the house.

“Running for your women, coward!” Yosho cried and gave chase. They were almost blurs of motion as they both ran for the house. Tenchi had almost made it to the door when the azure blade of energy cut down his back. The frenzied howl of pain set the inhabitants of the Masaki household on edge as they all clamored to the porch to see what could possibly be the matter. Jaws dropped and eyes pooled with tears as they saw Tenchi writhing on the ground like a madman, his eyes wide with pain. His back was drenched with blood and Yosho stood over him, his Master Key raised high over his head.

“Masaka…” Ryoko whispered, the only one of the women who could voice their thoughts. Her fist clenched and a blade of orange light sprang to life as she took a step towards her fallen hero.

“I’ll kill you where you stand, demon…” Yosho whispered. Ryoko froze in petrified stupefaction. She remembered facing Yosho that day and the look on his face now was the same as it was then: cold, remorseless, furious.

“Leave him be,” Ryoko croaked helplessly. “He’s unarmed and wounded. You won.”

Each woman facing the pitiful heap that was Tenchi was experiencing a particularly severe bout of cognitive dissonance; torn between their hurt and anguish from Tenchi’s carnal knowledge of Airi and their horror at the man they all loved wounded before their very eyes. Ryoko’s words emboldened them and they knew now, as much as they were hurting – Tenchi was still the hero they were holding out for.

“Mercy, brother…” Ayeka whispered as she walked towards him with her hands up in the air as to gesture that she meant no harm to either combatant. “You’ve bested him,” Ayeka cajoled expertly, “be the bigger man and walk away. You’ve made your point…” she said soothingly.

Sasami raised her voice to speak but a laser bolt that hurtled itself towards Yosho – aimed right between his eyes – interrupted any further discussion. Yosho swatted it away like a pesky fly. “You women are chickenshit…” came a voice from inside the house. Out strolled Airi and the look on her face was a mix of murder and disgust. “Tenchi goes to train and you think this is what he deserves? With friends like you, who needs enemies?” she barked at them, thoroughly outraged.

“Stay out of this, woman…” Yosho growled.

“No, I don’t think I will, darling,” Airi drawled, her words laced with venom. She leveled her blaster at him. “Step away from the boy or I’ll put a hole in that thick head of yours…”

“You think you’ve got the horses to take me on with that little pissant of a peashooter you got there?” Yosho queried incredulously of her.

“Bet your Royal ass…” Airi retorted with a bravado as unfounded as it was deadly to the user. She fired three successive shots all which Yosho batted away, but the last shot was clearly the final straw for him as he deflected the shot right back to the sender. Airi was a dead woman walking and she knew it as the blaster bolt came flying back to her. She was a goner for sure.

But a funny thing happened as Tenchi screamed in primal fury and launched himself towards Airi, wrapping his arms around her. A wild cocoon of Light Hawk energy surrounded the two and the shot dissipated harmlessly. Tenchi turned to face his grandfather and the girls could seen his blood-stained back and it made them gasp in empathy for his pain. “Ji-chan, the fight is over, you won…” Tenchi said, bowing his head to his mentor.

Yosho, on the other hand, was not to be dissuaded. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” he cried, launching himself at his grandson who did not flinch this time. Tenchi faced his grandfather squarely deflected the first six strikes that came as one. Yosho was faster, meaner, and more enraged than Tenchi but the second Yosho sent that blaster bolt back in Airi’s face was the second this shit just got real and Tenchi got in the game. Moving as one cohesive unit, Tenchi and Yosho pried into each other’s psyche; white against blue flared and crackled as each man searched for an opening in the other’s defense but there was none was to be found.

Far from the picture of a broadsword that needed to be used as a hulking bastion of strength and might, Tenchi’s command of the Light Hawk Wings refined his blade into a straight thin blade of light much like the Master Key. Stabbing at Yosho’s heart, Tenchi thrust with all his strength but it was all for naught as Yosho blocked and brought his blade into a lock with Tenchi. Instead of keeping their blades high at eye level, both brought the lock down to waist level and pushed against each other. Grunting, they toiled and strained with all their might but alas, they were locked in a stalemate of strength and will. Yosho’s anger had met its match in Tenchi’s desire to preserve and protect life.

“Yare yare,” Washu muttered to herself as she watched the proceedings with an arched eyebrow. Like all of the other girls, she surely loved Tenchi but at the same time – having wisdom beyond the years of the other girls did pay off dividends. She could successfully separate her emotions from her logic and this was a time when she needed logical thinking the absolute most. Watching the two men, kin for the love of Kami, duel to the death was a terribly upsetting sight but somehow Washu was faring the best. She knew that Tsunami would most likely come to the aid of whomever lost and that would be that. But this anger in Yosho was most disturbing. She had never seen him like this and it was not a welcome change.

Blue light surrounded Sasami as she became Tsunami as she had done before when Z attacked Tenchi. Her face was twisted in a grimace as she flew to the two combatants. Using strength that would have done Misaki proud, she tore the two apart from each other and sent them flying in opposite directions. Tenchi landed in a heap and shuddered from the force of the throw. Yosho landed nimbly on his feet and charged towards Tenchi, determined to finish his task. What met him was a discharge of heavenly power from Tsunami that sent him flying towards Funaho. Landing against it with a sickening thud, he slumped downward and was very still.

Tenchi looked at awe at the scene before him and went to Tsunami. “Sasami-chan…arigato…” he whispered to her contritely. “I’m sorry for the trouble…”

“Nothing you wouldn’t have done for us, Tenchi-nichan,” Tsunami replied before reverting back to seventeen year old Sasami.

“Now what do we do with him?” Washu pondered aloud, jerking her head towards the fallen Yosho.

“Let him be,” Airi snapped. “Damn fool can use this time to think about what he did…”

“He’s not dead, is he?” Ayeka asked, tears in her eyes.

“Why Ayeka, I didn’t know you cared,” Airi said cruelly. Pausing for a moment, Airi hung her head in shame. “Forgive me Ayeka, that was uncalled for.”

“Water under the bridge,” Ayeka replied kindly enough. “Foolish though he was, he’s still my brother and my former fiancée…I do care.”

“Go to him then, and tend to him,” Airi suggested as she crossed over to Tenchi.

“No,” came the reply from Tenchi and it startled all before him. “Leave him there. If he’s dead, it was by his own doing. If he’s alive, then he’ll recover and we’ll have time to sort this matter out,” he said, with finality in his voice. None questioned him when he used that tone of voice. In the years following the events of Z and the Goddess debacle, Tenchi had slowly but surely come into his own as a respectable authority within the Masaki household.

“But Tenchi-sama,” Ayeka protested, walking to his side and resting a gentle hand on his forearm.

“I’m serious, Ayeka-san, he made his bed – time for him to sleep in it,” Tenchi said firmly. Ayeka simply nodded her head and retreated back into the house. Sasami looked at Tenchi before shaking her head. “What is it, Sasami-chan?”

“That’s not like you, Tenchi. You’re always so compassionate towards your fellow man…” she said wistfully, like she was seeing him differently for the first time.

“Gomen nasai, Sasami-chan but he did try to kill me,” Tenchi argued reasonably enough.

“Come on, everyone. Let’s go inside, we can discuss Yosho indoors,” Airi said, ushering the crowd. Yet, none moved. “For the love of Kami,” Airi muttered. Off of the sullen stares she was receiving from the girls, “what?”

“Don’t look all innocent there, Airi,” Ryoko spat, her fear turning into seething. “You damn well know what…”

Airi took a second to approach Ryoko and size her up. “You have something you need to get off that rack of yours?” she whispered threateningly.

Ryoko didn’t budge, even though she was a bit shorter than Airi. “Yeah I got something on my mind…this is your fault, you whore!”

Tenchi’s eyes widened as he moved in quickly to intercept the slap Airi was sending Ryoko’s way. “Hold on just a minute there, Ryoko. This is most definitely not her fault. Grandpa went ballistic but you can’t blame that on—”

“Sure she can,” Washu replied nonchalantly. “I think she just did. It is her fault and yours, I might add.”

“What are you talking about?” Tenchi asked, turning to face Washu.

“Did you think we couldn’t hear you two going at it all night?” Ryoko hissed, tears forming in her eyes. “Did you think we were just going to sit back and just let you have your wicked way with Tenchi?”

“Yes,” Airi deadpanned without missing a beat, her game face solidly professional. Were Airi to ever take up poker, she would make a serious killing. “You did it for Noike, why am I any different?”

Ryoko’s mouth opened and closed as her face turned beet red. “You cunt…” she whispered to Airi, enraged.

“Leave me out of this,” Noike snapped, breaking her silence. “What Tenchi and I did—”

“Is none of your business,” Tenchi finished for her, visibly annoyed. “Ryoko, I appreciate that you care but you and Washu are way out of line here…”

“Are we?” Washu asked calmly. “I don’t feel out of line, do you Ryoko-chan?”

“Not in the slightest,” Ryoko replied. “You can huff and puff all you like, Airi but don’t pretend that your cavorting with your grandson isn’t what set Yosho off. You know damn well that’s exactly what it was.”

“I do love being told what I do or do not know,” Airi retorted. “Yosho and I got divorced last night. I was a free woman last night,” she stated simply.

“Are the papers even signed?” Ayeka asked as she returned. Her eyes were puffy and red but her voice was clear.

“That’s not the point.”

“So you’re not only an incestuous whore, you’re also an adulterer,” Ayeka summed up neatly.

“Ayeka!” Tenchi exclaimed, shocked at Ayeka’s words. “That’s quite enough.”

“No Tenchi, I don’t believe it is. I believe it’s barely scratching the surface,” Ayeka countered smoothly. Unlike Ryoko, she was keeping it together nicely. “Refrain from correcting me, if you please,” Ayeka instructed Tenchi. “I’ll not take directions from a little pervert who sees no error in lying with family.”

Tenchi opened his mouth and shut it promptly. “I’m done here,” he said quietly before walking inside and going to his bedroom. He shut the door violently.

Airi looked at the girls with a mixture of scorn and pity. “Keep pushing, ladies. You’ll drive him straight away—”

“Into your arms, is that it?” Washu inquired.

Airi didn’t answer but rather simply left them to their thoughts.

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Tenchi stared over his shoulder into the mirror, bare-chested, wincing at the size of the cut Yosho had left. Left untreated, it was going to leave a hideous scar but Tenchi wasn’t worried about the cosmetics of the situation. He was deeply disturbed by the loss of trust from the household. His grandfather was trying to kill him and the girls were a little slow on the uptake as far as getting with the program. As far as Tenchi was concerned, Yosho had crossed a line. He understood his grandfather’s anger but murder was no solution and certainly not an attempt that Tenchi took lightly.

There was a knock on the door that shook him out of his reverie. “Who is it?” he asked neutrally.

“It’s me,” came Airi’s voice.

“Come in,” Tenchi said, his voice softening a touch. She did and gave a start as she got a good look at his wound.

“Tenchi! You have to get Washu to look at that or we could take a transport to my ship. There’s an aid station nearby.”

“I’m not going to see Washu,” Tenchi said, his voice brooking no argument.

“Okay baby,” she said soothingly, “but that cut is going to need medical attention. I’m surprised though, why didn’t you heal?”

“Probably because my life isn’t in any danger…the Light Hawk Wings are funky like that. They show up when they want to…”

“Funky?” Airi asked, her face scrunched up in a questioning stare that Tenchi found absolutely adorable.

“Don’t worry about it, Airi,” Tenchi said gently.

“Tenchi,” Airi said, blushing as she ran a hand through her hair. “You know what that does to—”

Airi didn’t get to finish her sentence, for Tenchi kissed her hard on the mouth, interrupting her words and converting the word ‘me’ into a full-throated moan. “Dear Kami, Tenchi…” she whimpered against her lips. Tenchi didn’t answer her but undressed her. She nodded, blushing all the more. “No sense tearing a perfectly good kimono,” she whispered to him. Soon she was naked before him. Tenchi had her going from zero to sixty in a beat of her thundering heart. Her quim was throbbing and sodden and Tenchi had only kissed her. “Tenchi…” she whispered desperately, her eyes pooling with tears of desire. “I’m so—”

“I know…” he said softly as his hands cupped her bosom. His calloused hands rubbed over her now hard-as-rock nipples. His lips found her earlobe and suckled it gently. Holding her quavering form, he tenderly continued his ministrations, fingertips traveling down her ribcage, past her smooth tummy until they brushed against her engorged clitoris.

Airi’s eyes bulged wide open as she turned to capture Tenchi’s mouth with her own while orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. “Oh…fuck…Tenchi…” she cried against his lips, her voice thankfully muffled by Tenchi’s firm lips. She began to sob as the full-body climax overwhelmed her. Slumping into Tenchi’s strong arms, she purred as he carried her to his bed. “Tenchi…why?” she asked of him as he began to disrobe.

“It was awfully nice of you to come to my rescue,” Tenchi whispered hoarsely, his voice clouded with arousal and undying affection. His cock throbbed as he stroked himself, eagerly anticipating joining Airi in lover’s union. He went over to his desk and slipped in a CD his friend had given him and turned it to the second track and hit the ‘repeat track’ option. “I think this song is apropos…” he whispered to her. The American pop song began to play and Tenchi closed his eyes and walked back to her.

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

“Tenchi,” Airi said as her mouth began to water at the sight of Tenchi’s erection. The boy was hung like a horse, and he had tested Airi’s limits last night. But where he was a little too large for her the night before, she was confident that she could handle him now. “Come here, before I burst…”

We could rule the world
On a silver platter
From the wrong to the right light
To an open stream

Tenchi smirked and walked back to his desk and opened a drawer before reaching inside to pull out a pair of handcuffs and a ballgag. Airi gasped at the items before blushing a scarlet red. “Tenchi…” she said, her eyes lowered coquettishly. “What you gonna do those handcuffs?” she asked, biting her lip.

With a crash and burn
We could make it better
Turn it upside down
Just you and me

“Chairwoman Airi,” Tenchi said with a grin as he approached her and helped her to her feet. “You’re under arrest,” he said, eying her figure hungrily.

We are the dream
No other way
To be

“What’s the charge?” she asked, playing his little game. She held out her hands in front, expecting him to slap on the cuffs and have his wicked way with her. Her breath hitched as she was spun around. His order for her to put her hands on her head nearly made her cream herself again. Tenchi in charge was a powerful aphrodisiac that she found herself drunk on and craving more like a desperate junkie. “Officer,” she said, playing along in a quiet voice, “can’t we work something out?” she asked.

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

“Count on it,” Tenchi whispered huskily. His hands searched her body, ostensibly for ‘contraband’. “You’re my prisoner,” he informed her, whispering hotly in her ear.

I could change the world
I could make it better
Kick it up and down
Take a chance on me

“What’s the charge?” she whimpered, as she pressed her rear against his erection. If he didn’t take care of her soon, she was going to come again. A thought briefly struck Airi: this was absolutely serious. They were sober. They were of sound mind and body. And they needed one another. “Tenchi, we’re not drunk this time…” she said quietly. A gasp escaped her as Tenchi pulled her hands behind her. The cuffs snapped on neatly and she was restrained. As the handcuffs were Galaxy police issue, Airi knew that there was no escape for her. “I sure as shit hope you have the key to those things,” she said in a hushed tone. “Where did you get those anyway?”

When you fake a smile
And you think you're better
Gonna put it down
Rip it at your feet

“Stole them from Mihoshi,” Tenchi said with a snicker. “The charge is indecent exposure and lewd behavior of which you’re totally guilty…” he said, with a savage grin. That grin disappeared as she brought up a good point, they were both completely sober and in full possession of their faculties. And they were about to get it on like Donkey Kong. “Airi…” he whispered before he fetched the ballgag.

No bridge to burn
Nowhere to turn
For me

“No, not yet…” she whispered before sinking to her knees. Pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, she smiled beatifically as it spasmed and a bit of precum leaked out which she eagerly lapped up faithfully. “Tenchi…it gives me such great joy,” she whispered to him.

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

He lifted her as if she was a twig in his arms and took her to the bed, lying her so that she faced his cock while he pressed his face between her legs. Lifting her upper leg, he pressed a hungry kiss to her labia. A gasp escaped his lips as Airi took him in her mouth and slid him down her throat until her lips pressed against the base of his cock. “I can see why you didn’t want the ballgag just yet…” Tenchi groaned and shivered as she brushed her tongue against his sack, all whist his cock spasmed in her warm, tight throat.

“Two can play that game,” he panted as he pressed a kiss to her swollen clitoris before taking it between his teeth and suckling it while he slid two fingers inside her and began to stroke her pelvic wall in a ‘come hither’ motion. Noike and he may have been a short-lived thing but the woman taught him a lot of little tricks for bedroom play. Sliding his fingers in deeper, he began to search for her g-spot. Finding that little bundle of nerves deep inside Airi’s womanhood, he began to massage it with his fingertips.

What do they know about us?
Are they thinking of somebody else?
Are they wondering what we might be?
Are they thinking of you or of me?

Airi whimpered plaintively as her eyes rolled back in her head, but she continued to suck Tenchi off. Her hands were balled up in fists behind her and her manicured fingernails dug into her palms to the point of pain. Her neck was developing a cramp but that didn’t stop her from working her lips up and down her lover’s length. Taking her lips away from his cock, she nuzzled her face against his cock and took his balls into her mouth. She was rewarded with a licentious gasp from Tenchi and she relished the sound as she suckled his testes. At this rate, she wasn’t going to last much longer and she knew it. “Tenchi,” she gasped, having removed her lips from his crown jewels, “I need you to fuck me…” she gasped. “Onegai…make love to me,” she begged in no uncertain terms.

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

“Haa,” Tenchi said, nodding as he got to his feet and helped reposition Airi so that she was bent over the bed. Gently affixing the ballgag between her teeth, he strapped it on extra tight and gave her rear a good hard smack. That got the desired result: a yelp of indignation from Airi and proof that the ballgag was doing its job and muffling the sound that came from Tenchi’s bedmate. Lifting her right leg so that it draped along the edge of the bed, Tenchi lined himself up with her sodden entrance and stroked the head of his cock against her swollen labia.

Airi thought she was going to pass out, she didn’t know whether she wanted to kiss Tenchi or murder him for teasing her so maliciously. All she knew is that she needed his cock in her right now. “Tenchi,” she gritted out, painstakingly enunciating the words through the gag.

Tenchi could take a hint and he acted on it, sliding himself into her. He was rewarded with a surprised squeal from Airi. For a mature woman who was a mother and certainly no virgin, Airi was punishingly tight around Tenchi’s thick member. Her womanhood was a like a iron hand wrapped in velvet that threatened to snap his cock off as he pumped in and out of her. “Airi, for the love of Kami…” he whispered as she held him in a vise-like grip. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was—”

Airi let out a silky moan as he pushed inside her depths. She had come the second he slipped into her. By the emerald seas of her homeworld, she swore that he felt thicker than a lead pipe and longer than a wakizashi. The first time they went at it, she had bled for him but this time she was ready and dammit if she wasn’t going to exert a little bit of control and have a bit of fun at his expense. She was a well-versed lover in the instructional passages of sex manuals both foreign and domestic. She knew the ins and outs of tantric sex and her Kelgels muscles were honed to perfection. She massaged her lover as he thrust inside of her. Her pink walls squeezed against his uncut cock.

Tenchi knew he wasn’t going to last long at this rate; she was too tight for him. However, unlike last time, this felt deliberate on her part. He grinned as wicked inspiration struck him and he withdrew from her quim. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant that he kept hidden in his nightstand drawer. Squirting a dollop onto his hand, he pressed his index finger against her tight puckered hole. This time, he heard a furious cry of outrage as Airi turned her head around to peer into her eyes. Her eyes were wild with panic, anger, and deep sense of unease. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he slipped a finger inside the most taboo of orifices.

Airi gulped mightily as she shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. As far as her ass was concerned, she was a pure virgin, straight tried and true. Yosho had never ventured there, being surprisingly prude in such matters and she had never volunteered herself in such a manner. Now Tenchi was pushing her farther than anyone ever had. She had never been bound, she had never feasted on a man’s cock while in the 69 position, and she had never, ever had her ass played with…until now. As she came to terms with the reality of her situation, a dark looming fear struck her heart: she could barely handle Tenchi buried in her quim – however would she deal with him buried in her virgin bottom? “No, Tenchi…” she gasped out as he slid two fingers inside her, stretching and testing her insides. She began to thrash until a hand cracking against her bottom made her freeze and become deathly still. She had brought this upon herself. She had counted on Tenchi’s relative inexperience to provide a rudimentary but enjoyable experience. As he slid his fingers as far as they would go inside her, she had to wonder just where he learned this sort of business.

“If you must know,” he whispered with a grin, “you have Noike to thank for a lot of my sexual education, Oyaji’s hentai collection supplied the rest,” he whispered, chuckling at her startled gasp. “I just guessed that’s what you would be thinking, not to worry – I can’t read your mind, Airi…” he said, before he turned her on her back. A mewl greeted his ears as he leaned down to kiss her clitoris. Pressing his cock against her pink puckered entrance, he looked into her eyes. Thinking for a second, he undid her ballgag so that it hung around her neck. He could place it back between her teeth at any point in time but for the moment, he wanted to hear her speak to him. “You know baby, if you really don’t want me to do this…I won’t,” he said kindly.

Airi looked into his mocha brown eyes as she truly considered what he was asking her. She wanted it at the same time she detested the very thought of it. It would be giving him a bit of herself that no one else had ever had. The thought of the pleasure and pain intermingled made nearly climax then and there but a gleam caught her eye as she formulated her reply. “No Tenchi, you want my ass? You can have it every day of the week after you put a ring on my finger,” she whispered, her resolve as hard as her swollen clitoris and engorged nipples.

Now it was Tenchi’s turn to face fault. “Airi!” he hissed, as he struggled to keep his voice down. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I might ask you the same, Mr. Hentai…” Airi replied with a delicious smirk on her face. “Ne, Tenchi-chan…you’re not going to leave a damsel in distress all unsatisfied are you?”

Tenchi responded by taking a hold of her ballgag and fixing it back into her mouth before sliding himself into her sopping wet pussy. She squealed in delight as he began to thrust into her with a vengeance. Not only that, but he was much harsher about it the second time around. She whimpered as she tried to stroke him with her inner walls but he was pounding into her so hard that all she could do was lay her head back and experience it. Her large bust moved in tandem with his unforgiving strokes. When his fingers found her clitoris and began to stroke it, Airi saw white and her body seized in the most powerful orgasm. As she came down from the Heaven and Rain, she squeezed him so tight inside of her that he leaned down and bit her shoulder to silence his cry as he came inside her womb. Undoing her gag, he captured her mouth with his.

“Tenchi…” she gasped against his lips.

“Airi,” Tenchi replied headily, a bit woozy. “Kami-sama, that was incredible…”

“Better this time around, darling?” she asked quietly, her eyes uncertain.

“Much…” Tenchi whispered as he retrieved the key from the nightstand and released Airi of her confining manacles. She immediately grabbed him by the cock and pulled him close, kissing him hard on the mouth. “You bastard,” she purred, “you were going to do it, weren’t you?”

“What, take your ass?” Tenchi inquired, surprisingly genial for a man whose most prized organ was in the death grip of a career policewoman.

“Yes you little hentai!” Airi hissed quietly, squeezing him just a bit harder.

“Hai,” he said cheerfully, as if answering to a query for more tea.

“Your grandfather and I never did that…”

“That did surprise me a little bit. Grandpa has a bit of an ecchi streak…”Tenchi said thoughtfully. “Honey, you gonna let go of me?” he asked with a bit of a smirk.

Airi thought about it and let him go. Tenchi learned forward and pressed his lips to hers. They joined in a soulful kiss as she cupped his face tenderly. “Tenchi…” she whispered, near tears.

“It’s okay,” he soothed her before crawling into bed with her and pulling her close. Just then, his back spasmed and he recalled the pain that his grandfather inflicted. “Airi, you’d best call for that ship of yours…I’m going to need to have my back looked at.”

“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “I had forgotten all about that, forgive me…” she whispered as she turned around to face him.

“It’s okay,” he replied with a boyish grin. “But the cut from the Tenchi-ken isn’t just going to heal itself.”

“Won’t it?” she pondered aloud. “You are Kami…”

“True…I’m sure Washu would have a better explanation,” he said, before adding: “I’m still not going to see her!”

Airi raised her hands up as if to gesture her acquiescence on the issue. “I’m more than happy to take you to an aid station, Tenchi. Though I must warn you, they may not as equipped to deal with your wounds as Washu would be,” she said before raising her voice to cut off a protest from Tenchi. “Daga, I’m sure they can patch you up. May I use your computer?”

“Of course you can, but what—”

Airi silenced him with a kiss and got up and slipped her daughter’s kimono on once more. Typing in a few commands on the laptop, she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Just what’s so funny, Airi?” Tenchi asked, a bit bemused.

“Tenchi, this contraption belongs in a museum. It is an artifact of a primitive culture.”

“Haa,” Tenchi agreed sullenly, neglecting to remind her that an ordinary farmer boy of said primitive culture just fucked her brains out. “What do you need with my laptop?”

“This,” she said, as she input a few sequences that caused the laptop’s drivers to whir before the entire machine self-destructed.

“Airi-san!” Tenchi cried, dismayed. “What did you do that for?!”

“Hmmm,” Airi said, frowning as she poked the remains with a manicured fingernail. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. But to answer your question, cutie-pie, I was attempting to contact my ship. Apparently the process was a bit much for your machine to handle, causing it to detonate.”

Just then, Tenchi’s cellphone rang. Going to it with a raised eyebrow, Tenchi picked it up. “Moshi moshi,” he greeted politely enough. “Oro,” he said, as his right eyebrow quirked just a bit higher. Looking to his flesh and blood, he handed the phone to Airi. “For you,” he said simply.

Airi smiled at him and took the phone. “Airi Masaki,” she said in a clipped tone of voice that screamed professional. “Naruhodo,” she said simply before pushing the kill button on the phone and tossing it onto the bed. “Well, it seems your laptop’s sacrifice was not in vain, Ten-chan,” she said, adding a seductive huskiness to affectionate honorific that made Tenchi shiver.

“Soka, but what I am going to do about my computer?” he said, in a voice that barely managed to keep the whine out of it.

“Tenchi, surely with me around you’re not going to miss your pornography that much…” Airi teased mercilessly.

Tenchi’s face turned redder than a sunset and his nose leaked a little sanguine essence. “I’ll have you know that I had very important…papers on there,” he said nasally as he had to keep his fingers clamped on his nose.

“Oh ho,” Airi said with a mischevious smirk on her face. “I see. Well I’m going to buy you a Juraian supercomputer that will outdo the latest technology this dustball of a planet has to offer.”

“Wow, well that’s very nice of you…” Tenchi said, a little speechless at the idea of owning the best hardware in the galaxy, maybe only second to Washu’s technology. Tenchi was all for it.

“Don’t mention it, it’s the least I can do for you after causing your computer to commit hari-kari,” she said with a toothy grin.

“It’s called seppuku,” Tenchi corrected before realizing that Airi knew that. “You’re impossible,” he muttered.

“Bwahahaha,” she cackled as she took his hand and pulled him close. “Ship’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes and will call back when they arrive. Until then, I say we pass the time in productive manner…” she whispered as she pushed Tenchi back onto the bed.

######

Yosho laid strewn about Funaho, still unconscious. However his subconscious was another matter entirely. Floating about space, touching ephemeral, psychedelic colors with his fingertips proveed to be a mind-blowing experience. Just when his psyche couldn’t handle a second longer, a vision appeared to him. For a moment, it blinded him and he thought he couldn’t bear a second longer. Just when his mind was about to shatter from the force of the overpowering light, the vision refocused itself and took corporeal form.

“M-m-mother?” he whispered softly.

“Yosho, my darling boy…” Funaho whispered to him as she neared him, nude in her perfect glory. A touch from her alabaster hand relieved Yosho of his earthly trappings and he became naked in front of her. “There’s no need to hide anything from me…”

“Are you real…” he whispered to her.

“Haa,” Funaho whispered to him before taking him into her arms. Her lips brushed against his. “You have desired me from a distance for long enough, my son. Come with me and I’ll show you a world you’ve only dreamed about…a universe you’ve only gazed upon from the outside.”

“What of Earth?” he mumbled sorrowfully.

“What of it? It’ll still be here if and when you should choose to return. But think nothing of it for now, my son. You have a more pressing,” she said, pushing her bosom into his hands, “concerns at hand.”

Her wicked punning was not lost on Yosho who groaned at the feeling of her overflowing bosom in his calloused hands. Her nipples were hard and a quick brush of his hand between her legs revealed a quim sodden and ready for him. “Mother…” he whispered huskily as his lips captured hers.

The expanse of space quickly turned into a Juraian meadow only a few miles from the Palace. As they floated from the skies to the grass that coated the surface of the meadow’s expanse, a blanket appeared beneath them and Yosho set his mother down upon the blanket before kissing his way down her neck until he reached her collarbone to which he branded hot, longing kisses. Funaho moaned loudly and freely and begged her son to tend to her before she lost all control. Nodding to her words, he nevertheless continued his painstaking oral examination of her body. Having longed for her in the wickedest of ways for millennia, he wasn’t going to rush this, not by a long shot.

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All the while, the Tree Funaho sparkled and radiated joy with beams of light emanating from its leaves, much like it had done in the aftermath of Ryoko’s release all those years ago…

If one were next to Funaho, they would have heard a woman’s voice exulting over the capture of the Tree’s beloved. They would have also seen Yosho’s body disappear into the tree itself.

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Funaho, First Queen to Azusa, stirred in her sleep before waking with a gasp. She had been victim to the most peculiar dream. Putting on a robe and kissing her slumbering husband’s cheek, she made her way to the veranda. There, she found Misaki sitting in a chair, smoking something peculiar. Misaki smiled when she saw her sister-wife and patted her lap invitingly. Funaho couldn’t refuse Misaki and crawled into her lap and the two shared a very hungry kiss. So many years together didn’t even come close to dampening the love the two women shared.

“What are you smoking, Misaki?” Funaho asked, as she laid her head on Misaki’s shoulder.

“Cannabis, from your homeworld,” Misaki said as she took a long toke before holding it for a minute. She expelled it smoothly before holding a hand to her mouth to stifle the inevitable cough.

“That stuff makes you cough?” Funaho pondered aloud, concerned for her sister.

“It does indeed,” Misaki said with a smile. “There’s an earthling saying: you have to cough to get off,” she said with girlish laughter. “Tsunami help me, I am so high,” she said before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

Funaho cuddled closer to her sister and kissed her collarbone.

Misaki noticed this and stroked Funaho’s hair. “What’s wrong, Sister?”

“I had the most peculiar dream…” Funaho whispered into Misaki’s hair.

“About Yosho?”

“…Haa,” Funaho whispered after a pregnant pause.

“Oh Funaho, you know that boy has been hankering after you practically the minute he hit puberty. Naming of his ship... marrying your niece Kasumi. I thought she was your twin sister first time I saw her picture, for the love of the Light Hawk Wings...” Misaki said, her voice guarded. She had mixed feelings on the matter of Yosho, remembering with a chuckle the boy’s own infatuation with her. It seemed that boy had a hardon for his mother and stepmother. “Just something not right with that boy…” she said, relenting momentarily to cast her opinion on the man.

“Damn it,” Funaho exclaimed. “I’m worried about him.”

“As you should be, that lust he has for you is—”

“May Azusa never find out, it would start a Galatic civil war…” Funaho hissed in a distressed whisper.

“Well I wasn’t planning on telling him,” Misaki said as she took another toke. “Shit,” she said, a few seconds later as she exhaled and coughed. “This is some really good stuff. Have you ever tried this?”

“The soothsayer in my village had me try it once, I coughed until I vomited,” Funaho admitted embarrassedly. “My lungs weren’t ready for it,” she said candidly.

“Here,” Misaki said wickedly as she handed it over to Funaho who hesitantly accepted it.

“Tsunami’s cunt,” Funaho muttered, invoking a profane blasphemy that would have made a sailor blush. “I already felt like I was high after that dream. Like I had smoked beforehand but I didn’t.”

“All the more reason to puff puff pass, man,” Misaki said in a dead-on impersonation of a stoner. Funaho had to giggle at her sister-wife. She always did know how to make Funaho laugh.

Funaho brought it to her lips and inhaled deeply, taking as big of a hit as she possibly could. Holding it in as long as she could, she spluttered and coughed mightily. Misaki merely smiled and held her sister tightly, rubbing her back. A few minutes later, Funaho was floating on cloud nine. “By the three Goddesses,” she whispered dreamily.

“I told you this was primo quality weed,” Misaki said with a laugh. “Now you’re going to think I made this up,” Misaki began with a caveat.

“After my dream, I don’t think that’s possible…”

“Ok, Washu called—” Misaki began.

“Eh, Washu called?” Funaho interrupted, perplexed.

“Yes, and she said that Tenchi-chan and Airi-san were…” Misaki said before she blushed.

“She what?” Funaho said, the buzz gone and her face taking on a dead-serious mien.

Misaki told her. Funaho’s scream of surprise carried to the heavens.


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In the bedroom of Airi’s spacecraft, the bed shook as Tenchi sneezed three times.

"Bless you, Ten-chan," Airi replied sleepily.

“Thank you, Ai-chan,” Tenchi said as he pulled the blankets tighter and pulled her naked figure closer to him.

Author’s Note:

Dear Christ, that was a mouthful and my longest chapter/post/single story ever! Obviously, if you are reading this on the myth archive, you’re getting the whole story. Dear FFdotNet readers, because of the censorship restrictions on sexually explicit material, I could not post this chapter in its entirety. If you are reading it on FFdotNet, the lemon part of the chapter of Airi and Tenchi is censored out. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then no worries, you don’t have to read it. For those who do want to read it, please visit ayekadotnet and register and put your age in your profile, then visit the myth archive. Trust me, the moderator Senkusa who runs the board would love to have your patronage and you’ll get the full blown (pun fully intended) story. To all my readers, regardless of where you’re reading this chapter, please – as always – read and review.

Cheers!

P.S.

Kata – a training routine
Kami – God
Daga – ‘but or however’
Soka – I see
Naruhodo – ‘I get it’
Ji-chan – grandpa
Nichan – brother
Moshi moshi – hello


Please let me know if I missed any others.

Cheers again! Brilliant!

Author's Note:

Dear Christ, that was a mouthful and my longest chapter/post/single story ever! The song used in the chapter is called Kick-ass by Mika.

Cheers!

P.S.

Kata – a training routine

Kami – God

Daga – 'but or however'

Soka – I see

Naruhodo – 'I get it'

Ji-chan – grandpa

Nichan – brother

Moshi moshi – hello

Please let me know if I missed any others.