Many was the long and lonely night where Ukyo had imagined herself and Ranma together in a single warm futon on an otherwise chilly night. Doing all they could to keep one another warm. Many was the time that her daydreams idly brought her to imagining them with a family, which of course would in turn lead her to imagine what they did to have such a large family.
Given that she was already hornier than she could ever remember being before the usual object of her lust walked right in through the door... well, it was just a miracle she hadn't tackled him to the ground already.
"Ucchan, you're not coming down with something again are you?" Ranma asked. Each syllable he spoke was like a deep massage right down her back. No question about it now. This underwear was unsalvagable.
"I'm fiiiine," she breathed. That was a lie. She'd be fine if only she could get laid. Didn't matter who. Ranma would be preferrable. Look at him! Look at that handsome face, full of concern for her.
"Are you sure? You've been fidgeting a lot, and your face is kinda flush."
"I said I'm fine!" But not as fine as you, she stopped herself from saying. She wanted him so badly, it ached like a rotting wound. She always did want him. Ever since they first met. Even when he abandoned her. Even then. Especially now.
The okonomiyaki was made on auto-pilot. It took each and every single bit of willpower she had to hand it over to him, and both she and Konatsu watched enviously as he wolfed it down, leaving them both with tinges of disappointment. Konatsu even whimpered.
"I can't take it anymore!" Konatsu finally yelled. "Forgive me mistress Ukyo, master Ranma! I - I don't know what's come over me, but I must... I must..."
Konatsu dashed upstairs like a bullet, shedding clothes as he went. Ukyo shared a look with Ranma, and the two followed, with Ukyo going up second behind Ranma. Not a position she particularly hated being in. The view here was amazing, but she simply had to dispose of these trousers. And the panties while she was at it. Ranma didn't seem to notice, though his stride did shift somewhat uncomfortably for whatever reason as they made the ascent.
Whatever she'd been expecting at the top of the stairs, the sight of Konatsu, seated in the middle of the floor, masturbating furiously wasn't quite anywhere on that list. The sight of his naked cock lit a fire inside of Ukyo, and she looked between Konatsu and Ranma who was stunned into silence, unable or unwilling to do anything at all. She could see the tent, by now well risen in Ranma's trousers. This looked like it might actually be the best chance to make her lifelong dreams come true.
And even if it wasn't, fuck it, she was too horny to care anymore.
Wed Aug 31 02:04:32 2011