Walking over to her room wearing only a towel wasn't something that Akane normally did, especially with someone like her father's old sensei around, but she found that she couldn't work up the sort of desire needed to get dressed. For that, she needed to have the energy, and she was wrung out over what had happened so far that day. Besides, it felt a bit... fun to head up to her room like that.
Still, she didn't waste time in closing the door behind her, knowing that even if everyone else was merely relaxing after dinner, she didn't want to give just anyone a peek.
Uncertain of what she wanted to do, she padded over to her bed, and plopped her towel clad backside onto the mattress, making sure that she didn't lose her covering as her balance settled. In there she didn't need to worry too much about it, but there was no reason to take chances. As it was, she'd already had enough pressure coming from her own sensations, and she didn't want to tempt fate with others.
Looking down at herself, she noted that she could certainly bring in unwanted attention if the case was to actually come up. The rise of her breasts was constrained by the soft fabric, but it made her look all the more appealing. With this sort of position, it was clear that she was certainly not flat as a board, although she did have to temper that recognition with the fact that her chest had felt heavy and full all evening. And the damned thing was that nothing seemed to work, as the tingling sensation was there, ready and waiting to be felt if she just let it be.
Blowing out a breath, she allowed herself to fall backwards and stared up at her ceiling. Her bath had been meant to help her ease away these tensions, at least, when she'd excused herself from the dinner table to go to the furo. Yet, all that she'd been able to do was to take note of things like how tight her tone was, or that her nipples were just a bit stiff.
With a growl of frustration, she pulled her legs up onto the bed and twisted around until she lay as she would if she was sleeping. Relaxation didn't seem to be ready to come to her, and she really wanted that sort of comfort now. About the only thing that she'd been able to consider as of late was these odd sensations in her body, and of Ranma Saotome.
Her thoughts just seemed to turn back to him every so often, and it was proving to be problematic for her. Being in the bath wasn't that strange, but when she began to wonder about what it would be like to have him in there with her, it was just too bizarre. All that she wanted to do was take it easy, and she couldn't stop thinking about how good it had felt to have him grab her like in the library. Never before had she dwelt on the way that it had felt good to be touched like that, but now it was right in front of her mind.
A look down had her paying attention to her breasts again, seeing the pert mounds, and wondering if he really did see them as being basically not there. Cupping her cleavage with her hands, she confirmed for herself that she was certainly not 'boyish' in that regard. In fact, she had to wonder why he wasn't rushing to touch them, since they did feel so good. Oh, other boys would have liked to try it, but then she'd prefer to bash them if they made an attempt. However, he didn't even try to weedle out a fondle for himself, which was somehow disappointing.
Kneading her breasts just felt so good, and she had to admit that it wouldn't have been so bad if her fiance could manage something like this. Breasts weren't balloons, and they needed a careful hand to manipulate. But when one could make her feel like that, she was all for it. She'd never taken note of the sensation of touching her own breasts before, but this was really good.
Honestly, it wasn't all that hard to imagine Ranma doing it, despite the way that something so intimate would normally make her want to smack him silly. It just felt so wonderful that she couldn't help herself, and she had this amazing desire to touch and be touched by him. He was such a strong guy, and was the sort of guy who could press through, no matter what. At the end, he might be bruised and battered, but he wasn't about to fall to anyone.
Just thinking about him, and his admittedly attractive body made her feel even more... warm. She could feel her nipples growing hard against the fabric, and as the towel slipped off of her, she didn't pay it any mind. Her breath was coming in heavier as the moments passed, and as she continued, she couldn't help but have him grow larger and larger in her consciousness. To be able to touch that hard body, and to finally feel that which she'd seen when he'd first come to the house, she wouldn't have stopped for anything.
Actually, realizing that allowed her to notice that there was another reaction that she had to pay mind to. Trembling, she slid one hand down between her strong thighs, and brushed her fingertips against her slit, finding it slick and warm. Raising her hand up into the light coming from the window, she saw the glistening of her juices stretching between the tips of her fingers, and her breath caught just a bit. This was the first time that she'd ever really taken a look at something like that, but as she considered that feminine moisture, she found herself getting a strangely naughty urge. Before she could stop herself, she slid her fingertips between her soft lips and sucked the juices off, her eyes narrowing just a bit at the taste.
Yet it was her realization that she'd become willing to do something even that 'dirty' that really caught her attention. Simply thinking about Ranma drove her hormones into overdrive, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him for herself. That wasn't possible though, given that he needed her permission to come that close, and there wasn't a way to give it without getting into trouble.
Even then, she so wanted it, and him, with an intensity that she hadn't felt before. Feeling that made her slit throb, and she reached down to rub at her aching mound as she tried to soothe herself. Something about him was driving her wild, and she wanted him to help her so badly. For once, she could admit that he was assisting her a lot, and helping her feel better was certainly something that he could do. He wasn't there though, and she could only settle for what she had.
That didn't seem to matter to her body, which pulsed with a burning need that she was learning wasn't going away. It was like he could pull up her desires without even being in the same room, or even trying, and she couldn't get angry with him for that. There was certainly no way that she could blame him for how she had to rub harder and harder over her womanhood, hoping to finally find that peak that she so wanted. To give in to it would make her feel like she was giving in to him, but she couldn't avoid it. All that she wanted was to finally feel what it was like to be a 'woman' and there was only one guy that she could see as her 'man'.
As her fingers began to plunge into that opening between her thighs, she knew that she was losing control, but it felt so good, and she couldn't stop. Her moans and groans were the only coherent sound that she could make, and a part of her could only blame Ranma for that. If he hadn't been the source of desire for her, then she wouldn't have felt this way. Rather, she was rushing on, her passion growing with each stroke of her hand, and bounce as she felt each little jolt that meant that she'd found that particular little nub. Her passion grew so demanding that she wound up raising her backside into the air without even really thinking about it.
As a result, the taut muscles of her buttocks strained, tight and strong as she raised her crotch upwards, as if presenting it to someone. No one else was in the room though, but there was someone in her thoughts, and she could almost see him standing next to her. Whimpers began to slip out from her throat, and as she considered what was going on, she knew that he was connected to what was happening to her. She was connecting him to it, and that had so many implications as to what this was going to mean. On and on her pleasure grew, and with each rush of need, she became ever more and more certain that only he could cause this in her, controlling her like this. It was almost as if he was the one in charge, and he didn't even have to know about it to do so.
"I can't.... How can I.... Then he'd be my... my...." she brokenly murmured, until she came, and that release made her shriek with pleasure. A small smile came onto her face at that moment, as things became crystal clear. "Master."
Almost as if in apology for forcing out that orgasm, her body slid down to a limp sensation. All the tension had fallen free of her when she came, and the resulting lethargy felt so wonderful. For her, it was as if a warm blanket had been dropped onto her, with such comfort coming on both the physical and mental levels. Her stress was gone, and in its place was a warm sense of pleasure, and so she relaxed onto the mattress, her hands still lightly grasping her breast and mound as she drifted off to the soothing joy of sleep.
And a smile played along her mouth as the comforting self identification of being Ranma Saotome's slave filled her spirit, while:
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