Provoked

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Chapter 10

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Akane began to feel light-headed as she allowed her arms to travel up over his shoulders. Ranma kissed her more firmly and meaningfully than before. "I...Is this what you want?" he whispered against her mouth. He lifted her shirt to stop right before where her chest is revealed and tenderly grazed her taut stomach.

Akane sighed. She waited for that moment when she would open her eyes and discover that everything had just been a hot dream.

After several seconds, that moment still hadn't come.

Akane gasped and whimpered as Ranma found her tongue and began to gently suck. Her hand playfully tugged at his pigtail as the other hand went to undo the clasps of his Chinese shirt.

Their current engagements were great but she knew exactly what the situation was lacking that would give it a boost. After she had undone the last clasp, his shirt fell loosely around his shoulders. She ran a hand over his hardened body and pulled out of the kiss.

"Ranma."

"Huh?"

"Insult me."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Insult me. Say anything. Call me a name or something."

At first he just stared, cluelessly, wondering where she was going with it.

It slowly dawned on him. "Oh." He glanced around as he conjured a random insult.

"Um...Macho chick?"

Akane pouted. "I know you can do better than that...Try again...And say it with more emotion."

Ranma thought of any piercing insults that he could remember. Some of which he knew were too austere to repeat at the time. But his usual insults wouldn't do. "Mule faced...gorilla tempered...sexless girl."

Akane felt a stab to her self-esteem. She punched his chest and her muscles spasmed in anticipation. "Again," she whispered.

Ranma thought of more. "...Thick-waisted...barrel-body..."

Akane's palm connected with his cheek. She inhaled slowly as an intoxicating high fled over her. Ranma studied her reaction and smirked. He pondered more insults. His eyes scanned her body, stopping at her chest.

"Your tatas have gotten smaller," he said as he poked one.

"WHAT?" Akane gasped. She frowned and aimed for his head, but to make things interesting, Ranma dipped backwards and dodged. When he came back up, Akane swung at him again. Ranma chuckled as he dipped backwards once more. Her hand missed his face only by centimeters.

"Hold still!" She shifted, forcing her weight forward. Attempting to dodge the next blow, Ranma lost balance and landed on his back, causing Akane to lose her balance also.

She landed, both legs straddling him and her arms perched by both sides of his head.

Breathing heavily, she struck the side of his face with absolutely no restraint. Between that contact and the bulge now poking her, her lower region spasmed. She lowered her face to his and pursued his lips as she gently rocked her hips against the bulge.

Ranma stared in shock at their contemporary position. His own arousal increased and he began to have second thoughts about the whole thing. He pulled away from her lips.

"A-Akane..."

She looked at him with dazedly, dilated eyes. "Hmm?..."

Ranma swallowed and stared at her swollen rosy lips. They were still moist from their saliva. "...A...A-Are you...s-sure..." He lost his train of thought when Akane rocked against him again. A pleasant rush went through his body. "A...Akane...I-I...w..."

"Will you be quiet?" She ran a hand over his chest before grinding down on him.

He gasped as his thoughts got away from him. He suddenly wondered why he wanted to resist in the first place.

Akane locked him back in a kiss. Ranma's trembling hand traced along her thigh, up to the hem of her shirt. After hesitating, he grazed her stomach as his hand traveled north.

She rocked her hips more consistently, creating a slow, but nonrhythmic flow. The bulge underneath her grew harder and she moaned as it brushed her sensitive area. Her body sizzled with an new untamed lust and she felt the light-headed sensation return. She twitched when he cupped her breast and playfully squeezed.

Ranma let out a few labored breaths. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. His original intention was to help Akane. How was he going to do that if all his self-control was being swallowed by the sensations.

Akane whimpered as her skin grew heated from the jolts of pleasure that shot through her every time she grinded down to meet Ranma's thrusts.

They both had lost any sense of mental domination.

Ranma groaned and used his free hand to guide her hips in a more blissful motion. Suddenly the kitchen seemed about fifty degrees hotter than what they remembered.

Akane bit her lip. She immediately felt the absence of a certain sensation she had earlier.

She lifted herself to her knees and paused, before slamming down on his lap with as much effort as she could manage. Ranma grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His already aching erection now throbbed immensely, only one more grind away from release.

Akane shifted in discomfort from the moisture that pooled in her panties. She pulled back from Ranma's lap and glanced down at the massive appendage. She made eye-contact with him before reaching for his belt.

He stared at her in revulsion. "...Akane...," he managed between breaths.

She slowly tugged at it until it came loose, leaving his waistband loose. She reached for them and swiftly pulled. Ranma arched his back slightly to allow her to pull them down to his thighs.

Akane stared in awe at the cotton boxers. His enlarged member was sheathed underneath, straining to be released. Akane traced her finger along the waistband before hooking it under.

Ranma's breathing grew quicker. Things were going way too fast.

"H-Hold on, Akane...W-What're you...GAH!"