All Ranma characters are property of Rumiko Takahashi, first published
by Shogakugan in Japan and brought over to North America by Viz
Communications.
This is a continuation of Addicted pt 4, to understand the situation,
it's best to have already read at least that chapter.
Addiction pt 4.5 "The seduction of Kasumi."
Ranma looked annoyed at Kasumi's refusal to believe his profession
of love. "Kasumi, I really am in love with you, but it looks like I'm
going to have to prove it to you... Ranma turned further toward
her, facing Kasumi directly. "Kasumi, since you're an Amazon now, I
have to defeat you to marry you, right?"
Kasumi just blinked. "What? Ranma...?"
Ranma grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Kasumi to the floor in
one smooth movement, keeping her from hitting the floor at the last
second and gently pinning her there.
Ranma held Kasumi down with his body, holding her arms above her
head with one hand, using the other to prop himself up a bit so he
didn't lean on her too heavily. "There, Kasumi, do you surrender? Have
I beaten you?"
Kasumi looked up into his eyes, her heart hammering like a
jackhammer, her breath coming quickly in excitement. She nodded
quickly, her eyes looking like a trapped doe's "Ranma... does this mean
we're married?"
Ranma nodded faintly, trying not to let her body's lush curves,
trapped beneath him, get him too excited. Kasumi broke into a brilliant
smile and impulsively kissed him on the lips. Ranma froze,
torn between a sudden urge to jump away and a surge of lust at their
current situation.
It was his concern Kasumi's feelings that broke the tie. < If I run
away now, Kasumi will think I don't really feel attracted to her.
She'll be hurt.> That was more than enough, Ranma began kissing her
back, passionately. Kasumi slipped him her tongue and Ranma hesitated
only a moment before responding in kind.
Kasumi's thoughts were whirling. < He loves me! Ranma really loves
me? Isn't this wrong? No, we're married, it can't be wrong... oh, it
feels so... so... except I want to do more for him.> Kasumi
tried to move her arms, which Ranma still had pinned over her head.
Ranma, feeling her slight struggles, released her arms and pushed
himself up, breaking their kiss. "Kasumi, it's the hypnosis... I
think... I mean, I do want to... do this... it's just..."
Kasumi smiled softly, feeling part of Ranma pressing against her
hip. < He really does want me. Ranma just doesn't wish to force me.>
"Ranma, don't worry... we've already done this... we're done this...
we're married... it's alright." Kasumi began to unbutton her blouse.
"Ranma, won't you be a bit... uncomfortable... if we stop now? I don't
want that. Please make yourself comfortable...." Kasumi opened her
shirt to him, then started unhooking her bra. "Please... do as you
wish." She felt the hardness against her leg grow larger and harder,
and heard Ranma's intake of breath as she bared her breasts to him.
Ranma's eyes were wide. "Kasumi... I...."
Kasumi reached up to his shirt, and started slowly undoing the
buttons. "Ranma, you must feel... constricted... why don't you take off
your pants... you'll feel much more comfortable." Kasumi blushed bright
red. "Oh my... did I say that out loud?" Automatically, Kasumi's hands
finished unbuttoning Ranma's shirt, and moved down to his pants. She
continued blushing, but didn't stop what she was doing. "Ranma, do you
want me to stop?" Kasumi loosened the drawstring on his pants and
pushed them down several inches. She stopped then as Ranma was still
laying on top of her, his weight on his legs and hips preventing her
from doing more. Kasumi started slipping out of her blouse's sleeves,
still looking questioningly up at him.
Ranma looked back at her incredulously. Kasumi lay beneath him, her
chest bare, actively undressing both of them, her primary goal to make
sure he was satisfied and comfortable. < Is this really Kasumi? She's
like some sort of fiery temptress... not anything like the Kasumi I
know.> As she finished removing her blouse and bra, Kasumi carefully
folded them to one side, all the while looking compassionately up at
him. Ranma realized. < This is Kasumi, caring, compassionate, thinking
of others before herself. This is Kasumi, and that's what I love about
her.>
Ranma allowed Kasumi to remove his shirt entirely, smiling fondly
down at her. "Kasumi... don't ever change.... I love you, just the way
you are."
Kasumi smiled back warmly. "Oh Ranma! That's so sweet. Thank
you." She moved her hands to Ranma's pants again, looking questioningly
at him once more.
Ranma lifted himself off her a few inches so she could push his
pants down, then his boxers. When his manhood was free it sprung into
her leg and pressed against her. Kasumi took it in her hand and gently
stroked it. Ranma moaned a bit, resisting the sudden urge to pump his
hips. He held himself up with one hand while pulling his pants and
boxers down past his knees with the other.
Kasumi's mouth formed an O as she looked at his engorged member.
"Oh... oh my... Ranma dear, should I remove the rest of my clothing?"
He swallowed. "Um..."
Kasumi nodded. "Just a moment." She lifted her rear end an inch
off the floor and quickly slipped off her skirt and panties. Ranma
kicked off his own pants and boxers, and Kasumi pulled off her house
slippers with her toes. Ranma continued to hold himself just off her,
centimeters away, holding himself up with one hand in an unconscious
display of strength and balance. Slowly, Kasumi spread her legs and
took gentle hold of his manhood again. She felt between her legs for
her nether lips and spread them with two fingers. She was already wet
from anticipation. Wordlessly, she guided him in.
Ranma's eyes went wide. "K-Kasumi... I..." She smiled gently.
"Shh. This is what I want, what I need, and you need it too, don't
you?"
Ranma nodded shakily, lowering himself unto her slowly. "Yes, yes,
Kasumi. Oh yes."
Kasumi arched her back as he entered her, making little cooing
sounds as his member filled her. When he was fully in, his weight fully
upon her, Kasumi gently took his hand, guiding it to her breast.
Ranma cupped her breast gently and fondled her. Kasumi started showing
him what to do, but he already seemed to know.
Her breath shaky, Kasumi was quick to praise him. "Oh Ranma! You
are very good at that!"
Ranma blushed. "I kinda... after that night, I practiced a bit...
on myself. The dreams... it made them easier to ignore...."
Kasumi smiled in understanding. "I'm glad. It's good for a husband
to know how to properly please his wife." Ranma nodded, and slowly
began pulling back, then pushed in again.
Kasumi cooed in pleasure once more. "Oh Ranma! You most
certainly... ooh! Know how to... ooohh!... please... aaahhhh!"
Ranma had a rhythm going now, his hips pumping slowly forward and
back, very slowly increasing in speed and strength. Kasumi's words had
brought his ego to the fore. He used everything he knew about the
female body to make her words true. Ranma played her breasts like an
instrument, Kasumi's voice letting him know when he was hitting the
right notes. Kasumi encouraged him enthusiastically, wanting to make
this moment perfect for Ranma. She was surprised and elated at how well
he was doing.
Ranma's body apparently remembered what his mind did not. With
Ranma, it only took a few tries to perfect a new technique, any
technique. The pig tailed martial artist had gotten lots of 'practice'
on that night last month, hours and hours of it. His conscious mind had
only remembered it in dreams, but his body had not forgotten a thing.
With a sweet, fluttering moan, Kasumi climaxed.
Ranma came as well in response, crying out with the incredible
sweetness of the moment. "K-Kasumi!"
Savoring the aftermath of their energetic lovemaking, Akane and Ukyo
both looked up at the same time, faintly hearing Ranma crying out
Kasumi's name.
Akane blinked. "They didn't!"
Ukyo glanced bemusedly at her. "I think that they did. Heck,
girlfriend, we just did, right?"
Akane blinked again. "Oh, yeah."
Ukyo grinned. "Do you think Kasumi seduced him?"
Akane looked shocked. "She wouldn't! Not Kasumi!"
Ukyo quirked an eyebrow at her. "Oh? Do you think Ranma started
it?"
Akane nodded. "Of course he did. Probably couldn't keep his hands
off her...." Akane started to get mad. "That pervert, he jumped her,
I'm sure of it! Poor Kasumi wouldn't do a thing to stop him
either... why that...."
Ukyo put a hand on Akane's shoulder. "Now hold on, Akane. Ranma?
Forcing Kasumi? I don't think so. I bet you're right about the second
part though. Kasumi probably didn't resist a bit. Would you?"
Akane blinked, then blushed, imagining Ranma coming on to her. In
the state she was in, Akane couldn't picture herself resisting. "No, I
guess not... I don't blame him, I guess, he must have felt like we did,
huh?"
Ukyo nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that Kasumi's so nice, and
pretty, and kind. Ranma just proposed to her, right? No, doesn't
surprise me a bit."
Akane sighed. "You're right, Ukyo... I'm happy for Kasumi. I hope
Ranma took good care of her."
Ukyo nodded in agreement once more. "Me too. Kasumi deserves the
best, but I figure Ranma did alright. I mean, remember the tape? He
certainly seemed to get the hang of it quick, eh?"
Akane blushed some more. "I thought you were paying a lot of
attention."
Ukyo blushed back and shrugged. "Never hurts to get some
pointers." Ukyo took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. "Anyway,
lets get out. Kasumi's probably forgotten her own name, much less the
fact that your fathers are coming home for dinner."
Akane screeched and shot to her feet, nearly tripping in her rush.
"Oh my god, you're right!"
Ukyo supported Akane till she was clear of the furo, keeping her
from falling back in her haste. "Whoa, girl. Don't injure yourself.
We've still got time."
Akane nodded and slowed down. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Plenty of
time." She picked up a towel and started drying off.
Ukyo got out and joined her. "Heh, we'd better drain the furo while
we're at it, or they'll notice the next time they take a bath."
Akane nodded absently and paused to do so. Ukyo finished drying off
and together they went into the outer bath to get dressed. Together
they left the bath and headed for the living room, knowing
what they would find, but hesitant to actually see it for themselves.
Followed by Addicted pt 5
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