TQupate

“You don’t have anything to prove to me Ryo-Ohki.” I run my hand though her wiry hair, soft now with the wet warmth which surrounded us.

The smile painted on my lips was a façade.

Inside my panic mode had already been tripped, my heart beat like something small wild and endangered. Ryoko’s sister now, I hadn’t even thought of this. Her sister who was a spaceship, her sister who had been a four legged animal before. Like something out of an old fairy tale, a beast so in love that she became a woman.

I’d always known at most levels that Ryo-Ohki wanted to be with me just as much as any of the other girls. She hung about, she farmed long hours with me across the fields, and her very transformation had been motivated by a desire to become more compatible with me in every way she could.

“Myia!” She cried out, her wet hair flicking about with the sudden violence of her head’s movements. “Nao. You won’t sideline me Tenchi. Ryoko can’t keep you to herself! She just can’t!”

I was surprised at the depth of emotion which filtered through her words. Her crush had always been to me a juvenile thing. But here naked together in the bath as she straddled my body, I couldn’t help but think of how the lines of her sleek hips curved as her thighs pressed about me, of her palm sized breasts pressed solidly against my chest with their solid nipples against my skin, and about her round butt which was seated upon my rising vigour and grinding down against me in ways that were almost innocently enticing.

Almost.

All of her access to Ryoko’s two thousand years of experience shaped her endeavor as she rubbed against me like a needy little kitten.

And suddenly I was staring once more into her slitted pupils once more, that wild look on her face intense beyond anything which I would normally label ‘human’. I was aware of her in ways which I never had been before, her declaration of desire echoing in my mind.

It was almost involuntary as my hand reached up, cupping her face against my warm wet palm as the thumb lay gently against her lips, gently silencing her pleas. Lightly I allowed it to trace across their delicate surface as her tongue, unusual in its rough surface, darted out against the extended digit and bathed it in her saliva.

I couldn’t help but pull her face closer to mine.

A gentle kiss. Lips press against her forehead in chaste pretense.

Another.

Lips locked together