[FFML] [FanFic][Lemon][Ranma1/2] Lemon Pie: The First Slice

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Lemon Pie

Slices of Passion and Fantasy

A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Series

Jeremy Harper

Disclaimer- Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and is used without permission.

The First Slice: All Tied Up With No Place To Go

Ranma awoke slowly, yawning and cricking his neck side to side. He did not open his eyes or sit up, content just to lie still for a moment, reflecting on the past few days as the fog of sleep pleasantly drained from his mind. He almost hated to admit it, but he was enjoying this training trip. It helped that his father wasn't with him this time out. As fanatical a martial artist Ranma was, he didn't mind being spared Genma's draconic, often hypocritical training regimen. Nor did Soun forcing him to take Akane along particularly irk him. Despite common perceptions he got along pretty well with his erstwhile fianc�e. So far he had managed to co-exist with her peacefully the past three days they'd camped in the mountains. They talked, they sparred, they exercised together... hell, he had even helped her make a good stew for supper last night and only got bopped lightly on the head once for his trouble. True, it helped that none of the various characters who knew how to press his and Akane's numerous buttons were around to stir things up, but Ranma did not care. He'd enjoy the peace and pleasant company for as long as he could. Hopefully no one would bother them until they returned to Nerima.

Ranma yawned again and smacked his lips. He had lounged around long enough- time to get up, rouse up the Tomboy and start their morning exercises. And also breakfast- definitely can't forget that. He decided that bacon would be nice today; there should still be some in their supplies. The muscles in his arms and back felt tight and stagnant. Ranma attempted to sit up and stretch, but found that he couldn't. Something impeded him, holding him down.

Ranma's mind cleared in a flash, alert and alarmed. His eyes snapped open. He was not in his tent. Ranma stared up into a clear, beautifully blue sky, startled. He glanced around, discerning his whereabouts, finding that he was still in the grassy clearing he and Akane had picked for their campground, their tents some ten feet to his left. As for himself, he was tied down, his wrists pinned near his head. They were bound with tough nylon cord looped through tent stakes driven deep into the earth. Ranma tested his fetters' strength, finding that he could lift his arms perhaps a quarter of an inch, no more. He exerted more pressure, determined to rip the stakes out of the ground. He strained for a minute, raising his shoulders of the ground, his face flushing deep red from the effort, and collapsed back to the turf, defeated. "The hell..." Ranma growled in frustration. He could break out of concrete and iron chains. There's no way a simple pair of cords and stakes should be able to hold him. Unless they weren't as simple as they seemed... Ranma carefully looked at the knots. They were positioned at the undersides of his wrists. His hands and wrists were very flexible; maybe he could pick at the knots with his fingertips. He tried, but couldn't reach. He attempted brute force again, but the second attempt fared no better than the first. Ranma hissed in frustration. Maybe he could pull the stakes out if he had better leverage. The cords had enough give so that he could roll backwards into a kneeling position. Ranma attempted to raise his legs, but couldn't. A second pair of cords and stakes bound them fast. "Shoulda known," he growled.

Ranma sighed in frustration, dropped his head back on the grass and took stock of his current situation. To say that it did not look good would be an understatement. He had experienced many strange scenarios in his young life, but being tied down out in the open by persons unknown, wearing nothing but his tank top and boxers, was a first. Not very novel, true, but a first nonetheless. Who could have done this and - the thought struck him suddenly like a blast of ice water - what if they had done the same to Akane? A cold fear grasped at his throat and heart. Ranma strained against his bonds, lifting up his upper body, his teeth grinding, using as much of his prodigious strength as he could bring to bear, but these restraints of simple nylon and steel would not yield. "Break dammit," he hissed, redoubling his efforts.

Someone giggled off to his right. Startled, Ranma ceased straining, dropping back down hard to the ground with a grunt. He looked over, staring wildly. He spotted Akane sitting on a rock near the tree line. She was dressed in her favorite yellow gi, leaning back, resting on her palms, her legs stretched out before her, the ankles of her bare feet crossed. She grinned at Ranma; her brown eyes alight with mischief.

"Akane?" Ranma said, confused. "What's going on? Are you all right?"

Akane giggled again. "Me? I'm fine. I haven't been better in my entire life."

A tickle of apprehension danced on the back of Ranma's neck. "I wish I could say the same," he said cautiously. A thought formulated in his mind, a half-formed suspicion he hoped was wrong. "Care to explain what the hell happened to me?"

Akane's grin widened, becoming almost ailuric in nature. The tickle on Ranma's neck became a shiver running down his back. Akane sat up straight, drawing her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her knees. She looked at Ranma with amused introspection.

"Oh, you mean you being tied down?" she finally said with feigned innocence. "I did that."

Ranma blinked incredulously. He had half expected that answer, but it still shocked him. "Y-you?" he managed to stutter out. She nodded happily. "WHY?" he demanded.

"Felt like it." Akane giggled. "I'll admit, I didn't think I'd be able to get away with it, but... wow Ranma, you sure are a heavy sleeper."

Ranma flushed again, this time not from exertion. His blue eyes began to smolder dangerously, his long black pigtail standing out straight from his head, bristling. His lips pulled back into a snarl, and a low growl grumbled in the depths of his throat. With almost manic violence he pulled at his bonds again. Ranma imagined he could feel steam issuing out of his ears. Finally he gave up, still unable to get loose, panting from the intensity of his attempt.

Akane rose to her feet and walked towards him. She was walking funny. Ranma stilled for a moment to watch her closely. She was swishing her hips slightly- in a way he'd seen Shampoo do. Her smile was still mischievous, but was also playful, almost... affectionate. And the look in her eyes... Ranma had seen that look in Shampoo's eyes too. He didn't really know how to describe it, but seeing Akane looking at him like that made his throat constrict. He swallowed hard to relieve its tension.

"There's no use struggling Ranma," Akane said airily. "I drove those tent stakes in as deep as I could, and I'm very good at tying knots. You're not getting up until I let you."

Ranma's anger returned to the forefront of his thought, driving away his unease. "Akane, you let me up right this minute," he demanded.

"After all the trouble it took me to tie you down in the first place? I think not, Ranma." There had been times before where Ranma wondered if Akane could truly be related to Nabiki. He no longer harbored such doubts. He glared at her, growling softly like a dog rising to anger. She stood by his feet now, looking at him appraisingly. "I did this to you for a reason, Ranma. I want to ask you a question, and I didn't want you running away when I ask it. I want an honest answer from you. When you give me that I'll let you up, alright?"

The shiver chased down Ranma's spine again. "Okaaay..." he drawled out, trying to hide his nervousness. "I think maybe it's a bit extreme, tying me up like this. But then again, who am I to talk? Ask away."

Instantly the mischievousness vanished from Akane, replaced with an obvious tenseness. Her attitude became that of a nervous schoolgirl addressing her class. A faint blush rose up high on her cheeks, her formerly bold and insolent eyes darted about the clearing, not daring to look straight at him. She licked her lips and took a deep breath to steel her self.

"Ranma, do you really think that I'm- that I'm uncute?"

Ranma blinked several times in rapid succession. He could not believe his ears. He opened his mouth to answer then closed it, unable to speak. He shook his head, like a horse annoyed by a fly then tried again.

"Let me get this straight," he said in a deceptively deadpan voice, "you dragged me out of my tent, tied me down in the middle of the open in my underwear, just to ask me whether you're uncute?"

"Well... yes," Akane replied, sounding like she felt her motivation was obvious and logical, and that Ranma was dense for questioning it.

Ranma flushed a deep, rich, red hue. His anger rose precipitously, like a geyser of fire spat from a volcano. Steam definitely had to be hissing from his ears now. Akane stepped back, looking surprised, and Ranma's annoyance plateaued even higher. She had the audacity to think he would NOT react this way?

"Of all the- " Ranma started with a snarl. He cut himself off, shaking his head as he strove to master himself. "Akane, you let me up this damn instant," he demanded, restraining his anger as much as he could.

"No," said Akane stubbornly. "Not until you answer my question."

"You want an answer? Fine! Yeah, you're uncute. You have to be the uncutest girl I've ever had the misfortune to meet, and this HAS to be the uncutest thing you have ever done in your entire life! Now let me up."

It was Akane's turn to get angry. Her eyes glittered dangerously, her lips formed a tight pout and she looked like she was about to kick him. She glared at him witheringly. "You're lying Ranma," she accused.

"The hell I am! Let me up, dammit."

"Not until you tell me the truth!"

"Akane Tendo, if you don't untie me this moment I'm gonna- I'll- Well, I don't know what the hell I'll do, but I promise it won't be pleasant!"

Akane made to speak again, but checked herself, as if struck by sudden satori. Her expression became sly, her pout transformed into a brilliant, almost evil smile. Ranma watched her, mystified. Beneath his towering anger his apprehension re-manifested, slight but poignant.

"Let's try another approach," she murmured. "Ranma, I'm going to ask a different question." With a wicked smile, Akane untied her gi top and skinned out of it, dropping it to the ground nonchalantly. She wore nothing beneath. Ranma choked and goggled, his eyes becoming as wide as saucers, panic-filled. Noting this her smile grew even more brilliant. "Do you really think I'm 'flat as a brick'?"

Ranma tried to answer, but he could not vocalize the words his lips mouthed. They could not pass through his clenched, suddenly desert dry throat. He could but stare in wonder and disbelief. Akane was slim, lithe and fit. Her stomach was flat and well toned and her bare arms gave an impression of great strength, yet were femininely slender, far from over-muscled. Her smooth skin was without blemish or flaw, almost pearl-like in complexion. All this Ranma noted peripherally, for her breasts had inexorably captured the lion's share of his attention. Akane was not heavily endowed, but she was quite far from being flat. 'Happy medium' seemed the best description. Her breasts looked firm and pert, standing out proudly, their pink nipples long and very erect. Akane folded her hands behind her back and pulled back her shoulders slightly, to better flaunt herself, all the while looking at Ranma in amused expectation. Ranma swallowed hard and volubly. He felt incredibly hot, as if ravaged by an intense fever, and he was sweating profusely. His nose twitched; for a moment he was frightened that it would start bleeding, but the sensation quickly stopped. This did not comfort him; the blood had gone to nourish another part of his body. He finally managed to pull his gaze away from Akane, staring off up into the skies with desperate intensity.

"Yeah, you are," he finally said, voice hoarse. "Fluh- flattest girl I've ever seen."

"Now I know for a fact you are lying."

"Am not."

"From my vantage point, it's obvious that you are." She reached out with a toe and very gently nudged the large bulge tenting Ranma's boxers. Ranma yelped and tried to jerk away from her.

"What the hell, Akane?! This ain't funny. Let me up, dammit!"

"Not until you tell me the truth," Akane replied in a sing-song voice. She turned around, showing her bare back to Ranma, looking at him over her shoulder. "I got another question for you, Ranma. Look at me."

Ranma growled, his embarrassment allowing anger to re-assert. "What?" he snapped, looking back at her. Akane flashed her brilliant smile, reached for the waistband of her pants and shimmied out of them. Ranma choked again. She giggled, kicking her pants away and wiggling her derriere, posing before her fianc�, naked as Eve on the day of creation.

"Do you REALLY think my 'thighs are too thick'?" Akane asked mockingly. Again, Ranma could not respond immediately. He shook his head sharply, and stared gape-mouthed. Incredible as it seemed he had never realized just how... curvy... Akane was, even after seeing her dressed in various swimsuits throughout the time of their engagement. Her ass looked VERY firm and tight, and her legs were long, silky-smooth and shapely. In fact, they were the best he had ever seen, and Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi were no slouches in that department. Ranma inhaled sharply, his emotions swimming in a sea of conflicting wants and desires. He looked back up at the sky.

"Yeah. Most definitely," he managed to gasp out. He heard Akane huff in frustration.

"I can't believe how stubborn you are, Ranma. Is it going to kill you to just admit the truth?"

"What makes you think I ain't?" he asked, slightly hysterical.

"If you can't figure THAT out for yourself then you are even more hopeless than I ever thought," she replied evenly. She turned back towards him and stepped forward, standing straddled over him, hands on her hips. She looked down at him, lips pursed thoughtfully. Ranma tired his best not to look directly at her. Suddenly she knelt down, sitting carefully on Ranma's stomach. She leaned over him, holding his face between her hands, forcing him to look her straight in the eyes. Her gaze was replete with yearning; Ranma started to tremble from its intensity. Akane brought her face close to his, mere inches apart. She closed the gap and kissed him. The kiss was gentle as first- like the touch of a butterfly's wing. She slowly increased its intensity, pressing down harder. Her tongue licked at his lips, trying to cozen its way into Ranma's mouth. Instinctively he opened it, and was jolted by the sensations invoked by the contact of her tongue against his. She broke the kiss, pressing her cheek against Ranma's before pulling away slightly. Akane breathed heavily, her face flushed, while Ranma lay in a stupor, his head lolling, staring wide-eyed up into the sky.

"Ranma," she whispered. Ranma shook his head sharply and blinked owlishly. His mind cleared, and he focused his attention on her. "Do you really think I'm unsexy?" Ranma did not speak, but simply nodded his head once, hesitantly.

Akane's eyes stained with pain. She recoiled from him, tears welling, raising a hand to slap him. She didn't though. With a visible effort she restrained herself, closing her open hand into a fist and slowly, tremulously lowered her arm. Ranma wished that she had slapped him. He wanted to hit himself, hard. He couldn't believe that he answered her like that. Silently he cursed himself for being such a slave to routine, pride and bad habits.

Akane inhaled deeply, then looked at Ranma, her eyebrow arched. The pain and anger had left her countenance, replaced with a predatory slyness. "Well," she said briskly. "I see that you are going to stay stupidly stubborn and force me to use extreme measures. I HAD hoped to make you see reason by now, but I should of known better." Ranma paled slightly and shivered. If she thought her actions up to now were restrained, then what the hell did she exactly consider extreme? She leaned down and kissed him, a quick peck, which effectively quelled his shivering, then turned around so that her back faced him. Ranma blinked, not comprehending what Akane was up to. At least until he felt her slim hands grip the waistband of his boxers.

"What the HELL?! Akane- don't-!" Ranma protested, squirming around in an effort to throw her off, or at least keep his modesty intact. Akane slapped him lightly on the thigh and pulled his boxers down, then froze stock-still.

"Oh my..." he heard Akane gasp, an echo of Kasumi.

"What?" Ranma snapped. Akane giggled nervously. Ranma growled through gritted teeth. "What the hell is so funny?" he asked in a dangerous tone.

Akane started with a squeak. "Nothing! Nothing!" she assured him. She looked over her shoulder at him, her face candy apple red. "I just forgot how... umm... healthy... you are." Ranma blushed, none to sure how to respond to that. Akane turned her attention back to his cock.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, VERY concerned.

"This." She touched his shaft, very lightly, with a fingertip. Ranma's eyes snapped wide open at the powerful, pleasurable sensation that coruscated through his body like a current of electricity. He arched his back, his jaw clenched, tendons standing out visibly along his neck. His breath hissed sharply through his teeth. Akane touched him again, and proceeded to explore his inches. Carefully she stroked him, only using her fingertips, barely making contact, teasing him maddeningly with a phantom of a caress. A groan fought free from Ranma's clenched throat. His hips thrust unbidden, his body desiring instinctively a firmer contact than what Akane was so cruelly supplying. She continued to stroke him so, then Ranma saw her lower her head. He felt her tongue give the head of his cock the faintest of fluttering licks.

Ranma's eyes screwed shut. A fresh surge of pleasure struck like a thunderbolt, made all the more intense by the deliberate, teasing nature of Akane's ministrations. He strained up against his fetters, gasping out, "Akane!"

Akane sat up and looked back at Ranma, stopping her attentions but not letting go. "Yes Ranma? Are you going to be truthful now?" Ranma nodded, panting. "Good, let's start from the top. Do you think I'm uncute?" He shook his head no. Akane smiled. "Do you think I'm flat as a brick?" Another shake of the head; her smile grew. "Do you think my thighs are too thick?"

"No..." Ranma gasped out.

"Do you think I'm unsexy?" Akane emphasized her question with a motion, tracing her fingertips up the underside of his cock.

"Oh gods no," he groaned. Akane's grin had taken on Cheshire proportions. She gazed on him in triumphant euphoria. "One last question," she said, pitching her voice into a deep, sultry whisper. "Do you want to fuck me, Ranma?"

"YESSSSS..." Ranma hissed. Akane started, nearly shying off of him. The intensity of Ranma's expression was almost frightening. He was sweating and flushed, his hair disheveled, his teeth bared in a primal snarl. His eyes burned; a corona of crackling blue fire seemed to limn them. "Yes..." he hissed again. "I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since the first day we met, when you walked in on me naked in the bathroom."

"Ah! Well... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I'm mad at you for making me go through all this trouble to get you to admit the truth, so I'm not going to let you fuck me." Ranma's mixed expression of outrage and disappointment made her laugh joyously. "Instead, I'M going to fuck you."

Ranma blinked. "Uh... what's the difference?" Akane's only answer was her wicked smile. She turned away and lowered her head back to his sex. Her mouth, warm and wet, gently enveloped him. Ranma gasped. He heard and felt Akane murmur a muffled, satisfied sigh, and she started to bob her head, traveling all the way up his shaft then diving down again. Ranma's eyes rolled back, then shut, and he dropped his head to the turf. He lost control of his voice and started to moan, softly, breathlessly. If the sensation caused by Akane's teasing lick had been a sharp quick thunderbolt to his senses, the pleasures generated by her current attentions were akin to a summer ocean's surf washing over him: warm and soothing, caressing and loving. Akane moved her hand in tandem with the motions of her mouth. Her tongue swished and lapped around his shaft. She pulled back and licked the tip of it several times. Ranma hissed in appreciation, arching his back. Akane took him back into her mouth. Ranma's groans became louder as her pace quickened. He felt as if he were free-floating, suspended in a hazy, golden cloud of distilled pleasure. In experiencing this bliss everything besides Akane, himself and the pleasure she gave him somehow became ethereal; His surroundings faded from sight. Time lost all meaning- a second, a minute, an hour- all the same. Akane stopped, pulling away from him to catch her breath. She still worked him with her hand, but the intensity diminished and cognizance returned to Ranma. He opened his eyes and looked up at Akane's sex, open, pink and very wet, crowned by a neat little tuff of silky-soft blue-black hair. Ranma's mouth watered and he licked his lips. He wanted to taste it. He lifted his head, trying to put his lips to her but not quite reaching. Ranma whimpered plaintively. He tried again and almost touched her when Akane pulled away.

"No," he heard her say, her voice thick and breathless. "No, none for you. I'm still mad at you." Ranma groaned in disappointment, but she paid no heed. She stood up, swaying slightly as if her knees may give away, then turned around to face him, looking him straight in the eyes. She smiled wickedly again. "Besides, I have something better in mind." Akane squatted down over Ranma's hips, resting one hand on his broad chest for support and taking hold of his cock with the other. Licking her lips, she pressed the tight opening of her sex against his shaft's head. Ranma jerked at the contact as if gunshot, and Akane groaned loudly, the first sound of pleasure he heard her make. She took him into her self by slow, tight inches, making soft little gasps, until she was resting on his waist, penetrated fully. "Oh... oh god..." she groaned, throwing her head back, bringing her hands up to squeeze her breasts. Ranma watched all this in awe and wonder, silent save for his labored breathing. Akane looked down at him, her brown eyes strangely smoky and unfocused. She bent forward, took his face between her hands and kissed him hungrily. Ranma returned it with equal fervor, their lips working, their tongues caressing. They kissed for a full minute before Akane pulled away, righting her self. She caressed Ranma's cheek tenderly before resting her hands on his chest. She started to rock, then pump, rising up slightly and dropping down again, each drop punctuated by a moan that grew louder with repetition. Akane drew her hands down Ranma's chest and up stomach to her breasts. She squeezed them again, her thumbs deftly fondling her erect nipples. "Ranma..." she gasped out.

"Akane..." Ranma answered. He was moaning too, not quite as loud. She felt so tight and warm around him... it was incredible. He had never experienced any other pleasure even remotely as powerful as this lovemaking with Akane. He watched her pump and bounce on top of him, then started to thrust his hips, timing his motions so that he caught Akane as she dropped down. She cried out, the loudest ever. "Oh Ranma..." Suddenly a burning need ignited within him. He needed to be free. He needed to embrace her, to press his chest against her breasts, to crush her soft lips to his. His racing blood roared this demand in his ears. His arms ached for it. His heart thundered for it. Ranma stopped thrusting and strained against the cords binding his wrists. Akane was almost screaming now, her voice high and strident in her ecstasy. Ranma roared out in antiphon. He felt the nylon fray, giving way slowly then snapping altogether. He sat up in a flash and wrapped his arms around his fianc�e, crushing her lithe body against his, his mouth seeking hers. He kissed her savagely, and felt her body quake and shiver. Akane threw back her head and screamed out his name, and as she did he felt something give way within him. The sensations slammed and caromed through him with nuclear force. "AKANE!" he screamed, as the pleasure of orgasm shattered his consciousness into a thousand shards. He collapsed, falling back gently into a warm golden light, pulling Akane down with him as she rained kisses on his face...

*****

Ranma woke up. He looked about his tent blearily then sat up, throwing off his blanket. He shook his head sharply and passed his hand in front of his face. His shorts felt wet and sticky and he felt very good, a glowing ache of euphoria lingering in his body and mind.

"Whoa..." he said, blowing out his breath. "That was... intense." He shook his head again. He occasionally had wet dreams before, but never one with such crystalline intensity. He recalled it and blushed slightly. He looked in the direction where Akane's tent was pitched. His euphoria became apprehension as he wondered if he had made any noise during his dream, and if so had Akane heard him. He decided to go change before Akane saw him like this; they had been getting along great on this training trip, and he didn't want to ruin it by getting into a fight with her over him being a pervert... even if she'd have a good case for it this time. He got out some clean clothes and a towel, looked out of his tent, saw that all was clear, and started jogging towards the lake. Ranma wondered idly if Akane ever had dreams like that about him, but quickly dismissed the notion as a wishful impossibility.

Akane peeked out through her tent flap in time to see Ranma jogging towards the lake. A blush colored her cheeks, and she shifted on her knees slightly, her panties somewhat damp...

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Author's Notes

This is the first in what I hope to be an open-ended series of lemon stories, exploring the various erotic dreams and fancies that could possibly flit through the conscious and unconscious minds of the Ranma 1/2 cast.

The seed of this 'slice' can be found in the story 'Elf Help' which was printed in Phil Folglio's excellent adult comic book XXXenophile.

Comments and criticism are welcome. Thanks for your time and tolerance.

Jeremy Harper