Title: The Feet of the Succubus
Categories: Ranma ½
Characters: Kasumi Tendo, Ranma Saotome
Tags: Monster Girl, Foot Fetish, Foot Worship, Succubus, Asian Girl, Femdom, Light Bondage, Big Boobs, Succubus!Kasumi, Alternate Universe, Sweat, Queening, Facesitting, Creampie, Cum Eating
Alternate Titles: Switching the Engagement, Kasumi's Feet, My Fiance the Succubus, Kasumi the Succubus
Beta: MyIceBitch
Started: 13/07/2024
Finished: 13/07/2024
Published: 13/08/2024
Kasumi had always been a creature of subtle grace, her movements softer than the petals of the sakura trees that adorned the Tendo dojo. Ranma, on the other hand, was as rough as the bark of those same trees, his clumsy antics often leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Despite their differences, they had always found a strange comfort in each other's company. However, there was one peculiarity about Ranma that Kasumi had never quite understood, a secret that had been buried, and Kasumi was finally going to dig it up.
Her true nature as a succubus had been revealed back when she started puberty, she was a creature of the night that fed on the desires of mortal men. Her senses were heightened, and she could feel the very essence of lust and attraction radiating from the people around her. It was in one such moment that she noticed the way Ranma's eyes would lingeringly trace the curves of her feet whenever she walked by. The subtle bulge in his pants and the way his breath hitched when she was barefoot were undeniable.
One fateful evening, as the warm glow of the setting sun painted the dojo's walls, Kasumi decided to confront Ranma. She knew that the engagement between him and her sister, Akane, was not going as planned. Akane's fiery temper had pushed Ranma to his limits, and she could feel the tension coiling around them like a python ready to strike. With a knowing smile, she approached Ranma as he sat on the porch, seemingly lost in thought.
"Ranma," she began, grabbing Ranma's attention, her voice as smooth as silk. "I know you have feelings for me. I can feel it."
Ranma's eyes snapped to hers, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"W-what are you talking about, Kasumi?" he stammered, trying to play dumb as he always did.
Kasumi's smile grew wider, exposing her sharp canines.
"Don't lie to me, Ranma. I know about your ... particular interest in my feet." She said, her voice becoming a suggesting purr as she stepped closer, her toes peeking out from the hem of her kimono.
Ranma's face grew even redder as he tried to avoid looking at her perfect dainty toes, but he couldn't resist the allure of her exposed flesh.
"It's not like that," he mumbled.
"Isn't it?" Kasumi purred, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. She lifted her foot, allowing the soft arch to graze his cheek with a supernatural flexibility that caught the young martial artist off-guard. "You don't have to be shy. I can give you what you want."
Ranma's heart raced as he felt the warmth of her skin against his face.
"K-Kasumi," he stuttered, his resolve crumbling.
"Let's make a deal," she whispered, her tail flicking seductively behind her. "You tell me everything, and I'll consider switching the engagement."
Ranma's eyes widened, his mind racing with the implications.
"What do you mean?"
Her perfect foot lowering back to the floor, Kasumi leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I mean, if you truly love me for who I am, what I am, my demonic nature and all, I might just be willing to become your fiancée instead."
Her words were like a spell, and Ranma began to slowly nod, unable to resist the siren call of her seduction, the mystical charm of her words sinking into his mind and dissolving his resolve, his defences, and his ignorance.
"I-I do love you, Kasumi," he admitted, his voice thick with barely suppressed desire.
"Prove it," she murmured, standing back up to tower over the muscular young man and lifting her bare foot to his lips.
With trembling hands, Ranma took her delicate foot into his grasp, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her toes, Kasumi softly gasped at the feel of his rough, calloused hands. Ranma leaned in and pressed his lips to her foot flesh, kissing the top of her foot, his eyes closing in a mixture of bliss and submission.
Kasumi's power grew stronger as she felt his passion and arousal for her, she had him in the palm of her hand.
"Tell me about your foot fetish," she urged, her voice low, demanding while remaining soft and nurturing.
Ranma's cheeks burned as he confessed his deepest desires, detailing his love for the way her feet looked and felt. Kasumi listened intently, her eyes never leaving his as she began to massage his shoulders, her movements calculated to keep him in a state of arousal, a horny man was an honest man.
"You've always had such beautiful feet," he murmured, kissing the arch of her foot. "So soft, so perfect." they were like a reflection of her warm and nurturing nature, spiced with her dominating sensual nature.
"Perfect?" Kasumi pushed, her toes wiggling against his wrist.
"You keep them so clean, they always look soft and I just want to hold them…" Ranma said, struggling to put his desire into words, "like your arches are perfect and your toes are so little and cute that I … I…"
"Yes?"
Ranma swallowed.
"That I w-want to suck them," he admitted, his face glowing with embarrassment. Kasumi smiled, Ranma was always a fun one to tease.
"And what would you do if I were to become your fiancée?" Kasumi asked, her voice becoming a sultry purr.
"Anything," he replied without hesitation. "I'd do anything to make you happy."
Kasumi smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Would you worship my feet?"
Ranma nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Yes, I'd l-love to worship your feet … every day."
With a chuckle, Kasumi slid her foot free of his hand and leaned back.
"Then, perhaps we have a deal. But first, let me show you just how much I appreciate your honesty."
She began to sway her hips in a mesmerizing dance, her kimono slipping open to reveal her succubus form. Her tail swished from side to side as she stepped closer, her feet bare and inviting. Ranma's eyes were glued to them, his body responding in ways he never thought he'd allow someone to see as his cock strained against his pants.
Stretching a slender leg forward, Kasumi placed one foot on his lap, her toes curling around his waistband, and she began to slowly rub her sole against his growing erection, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. He moaned, his hands moving to hold her ankle, his thumb tracing the delicate lines of her foot.
"Tell me," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "Does the thought of us together excite you?"
Ranma could only nod, his voice lost in a sea of desire.
Kasumi leaned in closer, her breath hot on his face, the pressure of her foot increasing as it pressed firmly into his groin.
"Good," she said, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Because I've wanted you for a very long time, Ranma," it was true. Even when he first arrived, she desired to taste his fruit but had thought he would be an arrogant boy, good for a roll in the hay but not marriage material. Now she knew she was wrong.
With impossible flexibility her lips met his while her foot remained in his lap. They engaged in a fiery kiss, tongues wrapping around one another as their bodies melded together as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon.
The family had yet to return from their errands. Nabiki was likely off somewhere selling photos of Akane and Ranma's female form, Genma and Soun had left for the pub some hours ago, and Akane was having a sleepover with Yuka and Sayuri.
The house was theirs for the foreseeable future.
"Let's go to my room," Kasumi whispered haughtily, "I can't wait to feel that hard cock of yours under my foot - without your pants."
She released his erection and turned to lead the way.
Ranma's eyes widened, his heart racing, he leapt to his feet and followed after her, his eyes never leaving the seductive sway of her hips.
Kasumi's bedroom was a sanctum of darkness, the only light coming from the flickering candles that cast a warm, sensual glow on the walls. The scent of jasmine filled the air, and the soft whispers of silk sheets seemed to beckon them closer. There was a sleeping mat on the floor, making Ranma wonder how far ahead she had planned their talk.
Kastumi sat on the bed and began to untie the sash of her kimono.
"Strip," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.
Ranma's hands trembled as he obeyed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as she revealed her voluptuous body, her skin glowing like moonlit marble. He removed his shirt, his muscles rippling in the dim candlelight, and then his pants, his arousal now fully exposed as his cock stretched his boxers, their waistband coming away from his stomach.
Kasumi watched him with a predatory gaze, her own desire growing.
"Now, your underwear," she said, her eyes locking on his flagpole.
Ranma's face flushed as he slipped his boxers off, his cock springing free. He couldn't believe this was happening. Kasumi was everything he had ever dreamed of, and she was here, in front of him, demanding his complete surrender and he wanted nothing more than to obey her.
The succubus stood from her bed and stepped closer, her bare feet gliding over the tatami mats like a phantom. She reached out and touched his chest, her nails tracing a line down to his navel, sending euphoric shivers through his body.
"You're mine now," she murmured, her eyes smouldering, her tongue peeking out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
Ranma swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded. He was hers, body and soul.
Kasumi leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she took his cock in her hand. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his.
"You're going to worship me," she said, her voice a velvet promise. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."
Ranma's hips bucked, his eyes rolling back in his head as she touched him. He had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. He was lost in the feel of her hand on him, her power wrapping around him like a warm embrace.
"On the mat," she commanded, and Ranma obeyed, dropping to sit awkwardly on the mat.
His cock throbbed as he looked up at the beauty towering over him.
"Worship me," she said, her voice a siren's call, as she stretched her foot towards him. "Worship my feet."
With a groan, Ranma leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on the top of her foot. Kasumi's tail wrapped around his neck like a collar making his breath hitch. He could feel her power pulsing through him, feeding on his desire.
"More," she demanded, her voice a seductive purr. "I want you to lick them."
Ranma didn't need any more encouragement. He eagerly took her foot into his mouth, his tongue sliding along the arch, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Kasumi's tail tightened its grip around his neck. The pressure, it felt amazing, the leathery flesh of her tail pressing into his neck.
Her foot was silky smooth, the gentle curves and contours of her sole sending shivers down his spine as his tongue clumsily over her foot. Each toe was a delicate morsel, and he took his time to savour them, tracing their delicate lines with the tip of his tongue. The taste of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla with a hint of salt that made his head spin.
Her skin was warm and soft, the smoothness of it contrasting with the roughness of his own tongue. He felt her foot quiver as he suckled on her toes, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh. The salty sweetness of her foot filled his mouth, and he couldn't get enough. He was salivating.
Her other foot played with his cock, making him moan and spurring him on. Ranma lapped at her heel, her feet were impossibly smooth. The scent of her foot filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with lust.
He'd never been so aroused in his life.
Kasumi's eyes were hooded with desire as she watched him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Ranma could only nod, his mouth too full for words. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and for the pigtailed martial artist, that was really saying something. It was as if he had been starving for this all his life and had just found the most exquisite delicacy.
Kasumi leaned back, watching him with a smug smile as he worshipped her foot. Her eyes gleamed with power, with every lick, Ranma grew more aroused, and the energy surging through her became more potent.
"Good boy," she cooed, her words teasing his ego as surely as her foot slapped and petted his cock.
The musk of their desire filled the air. Things would never be the same after this night, and they both knew it.
With a final, lingering kiss on the tip of her big toe, Ranma released her foot, his eyes rising back up to hers. He could feel the connection between them growing stronger, a bond that was more than just physical.
"Now," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's time for you to worship me in a different way," Kasumi said as she placed her hands on his shoulders, with one surprisingly strong push, Ranma was suddenly on his back, and Kasumi shrugged off her kimono, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.
Kasumi straddled him, her succubus form fully revealed. Her tail tightened around his neck, making the younger boy gasp as she lowered herself onto his cock. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy surrounding him was beyond heavenly, and a strangled moan forced its way out of her throat as she began to ride him with a fervour that belonged to her species.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their faces moved together, their lips meeting as they kissed, deep and hungrily, their tongues dancing as they fucked one another.
Ranma could feel the power of her succubus nature wrapping around him, consuming him in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He knew that he was giving himself to her completely, and he didn't care.
"Mmm fuck, you're big, Ranma," Kasumi moaned, her pussy clamping down on his hot girth.
Kasumi's hips rocked back and forth, her huge breasts bouncing with the motion, her hands lashed out and grabbed his wrists and forced his hands to palm her boobs. They were so warm, and her hard nipples pressed into his hands.
Ranma couldn't believe it, this was his dream come true. He squeezed her tits, feeling their weight and softness, he moved his hands so that his thumbs and fingers could play with her nipples as she squeezed the soft intimate flesh, making the succubus moan with pleasure.
"Harder," she moaned, grinding down on him, her pussy wet and hot.
He obeyed, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as the rest of his hands tried to crush her tits. Kasumi threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of darkness as she cried out in ecstasy.
Her pussy tightened around him as she was pulled to the edge, and a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, making every inch of her tremble like a leaf.
Ranma felt his own climax rapidly building, his hips bucking up to slap hers, his cock pulsing with need.
But Kasumi wasn't done with him yet, grabbing his wrists, she pulled them away and leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his face as she pinned his arms down against the mat and whispered, "Now, let's see if you can make me come again."
Her words were a challenge, and Ranma Saotome never turned down a challenge, even as his cock throbbed desperately in her boiling snatch. He thrust, burying himself inside of her, lubricated by her carnal juices. His movements were powerful and forceful. Kasumi's nails dug into his wrists, leaving little half-moons of pain that only added to the sensation.
Their bodies collided in a symphony of pleasure, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Ranma's orgasm drew closer and closer, a pressure that threatened to split him in two filling his body.
But he held back, his eyes locked on hers, determined to make her come again before he did. Slipping a hand free of Kasumi's weakening grip, he reached between her thick thighs and found her clit, his thumb rubbing it in a fast, firm circle.
Kasumi's eyes went wide, her lips forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure.
Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as she approached her peak.
"Oh fuck, Ranma, yes," she panted, her voice tight with desire, "Fuck me!"
And then she was there, her body tensing, her pussy clamping down on his cock, squeezing his slick, girthy member as she came again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a screaming moan of pure euphoria.
The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, combined with the sensual, crushing pressure of her pussy was too much for Ranma. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he thrust up into her, lifting Kasumi off the mat with his body and firing his hot seed into her.
His orgasm was like a tidal wave, crashing over him and leaving him gasping for breath. A matrimonial cocktail of their juices spilt out and around his cock, staining their thighs.
For a long moment, they lay there, their bodies still joined, their hearts racing. Then Kasumi leaned down and kissed him, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting him.
"Mine," she murmured against his lips, her tail leaving his neck to wrap around his waist like a living leather belt.
Ranma's cock still pulsated inside her, feeding more of his seed into her. He had never felt so alive, so wanted, so claimed.
With a sly smile, Kasumi leaned back, her breasts bouncing with their own weight, her body a glorious curve of softness and strength. She placed a foot on either side of his head and moved forward so her pussy hovered just above his face.
"Now," she said, her voice still a purr, "It's time for you to clean up your mess, Ranma, it wouldn't do for you to breed me before the wedding after all," she whispered haughtily, her choice of words making Ranma's cock limply slap the inside of his thigh.
Ranma eagerly opened his mouth and lifted his head for his mouth to meet her moist slit. His tongue darted out to taste her wetness. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and power that made his cock throb anew. He licked along the seam of her sex, savouring the sweetness of her juices.
Kasumi moaned, her body shivering as he licked and kissed his way to her clit. She pushed Ranma's head down with her pussy and began to rock her hips, her feet planted firmly on the mat, her toes curling with pleasure as she ground herself into Ranma's face.
Ranma took her clit between his teeth, gently nibbling as his tongue flicked and swirled around it. Kasumi's moans grew louder and higher pitched, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yesss," she hissed, her back arching.
Ranma felt Kasumi's deceptively powerful thighs tighten around his head, her muscles clenching as she approached her third orgasm. Ranma moved his tongue faster, feeling her body through his lips and matching his tongue to her body's rhythm. Kasumi's breath hitched, and she threw back her head, emptying her lungs with a long, high-pitched orgasmic moan as she became undone and came.
Her screaming moan seemed to shake the very foundations of the Tendo residence.
Her pussy spasmed around his tongue, her juices spilling onto his face, a tsunami of cum.
But even as the waves of pleasure subsided, she didn't move from his face. Instead, she leaned down, her eyes meeting his, and whispered, "Clean me up, my love."
Ranma eagerly started lapping her, his tongue delving into her folds, savouring every drop of her. He could still detect the aftertaste of his cum. The of her arousal warmed his face even as her cum cooled atop his face, only making him want more.
"Mmm," Kasumi moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. "You're so good to me."
The taste of her filled his mouth, his nose buried in the softness of her sex. He felt her tense, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she came again, her body quivering with the force of her pleasure.
She didn't move until she was done. Until every last drop had been licked from her pussy, she had experienced the last of her orgasmic aftershocks, and her legs stopped trembling from her most recent climaxes.
"Now," she began breathlessly, "We can talk about switching the engagement."
The implications of her words sank in, and Ranma felt a thrill of excitement. This was his chance to claim Kasumi for his own, to make her his fiancée and for him to become hers.
Kasumi slid off of him, her legs shaking slightly she stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and placed one foot lightly on his limp, sticky cock. He watched, transfixed, as she traced a toe along his length, the gesture both possessive and teasing.
"So, Ranma," she began, her voice taking on a business-like tone that was at odds with the passion-drenched room. "Do you want to discuss the engagement?"
Ranma nodded, his hands moving to her ankles, gently taking her feet in his strong grip. He began to massage her foot; it was so warm and so soft.
"I can feel your desire," Kasumi said, watching him with a sly smile. "But remember, if you want me, you must be willing to accept all of me."
"I do," Ranma said, his voice earnest. "I love you, Kasumi. And I'll do anything to be with you."
Kasumi leaned back against the pillows, her tail curling around her legs. "Very well," she said. "But there are conditions."
Her eyes narrowed, and she raised one foot, her toes grazing his chest, wiping droplets of cum across it. "You must always be honest with me. No more secrets."
Ranma nodded, his thumbs pressing into the arch of her foot, eliciting a soft sigh from Kasumi. "And you must always satisfy my needs," she continued. "In every way."
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I promise," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
"Even, in your female form," Kasumi pushed.
Ranma swallowed and nodded, his cheeks burning bright.
"Good," she purred, her foot sliding down to rest on his cock again. "Because if you can't handle a succubus, then maybe you're not the man for me, I need a real manly man among men."
The challenge in her voice was clear, and Ranma's flaccid member twitched, slapping the inside of his thigh weakly.
"I can take you," he said, his hands moving up to her calves, kneading the tension out of her muscles.
Kasumi's smile grew wicked. "We'll see," she said, her toes flexing against his sensitive flesh as they skillfully found his cock, capturing the flaccid thing between her toes. "But for now, let's talk about the future."
Ranma continued to massage her feet as they launched into the discussion of how things would change and what life would be like. Ranma would move into Kasumi's room, and until they were wed, he would sleep on the mat they had just fucked on.
"What do you think Akane will say?" Ranma asked, his voice tentative and concerned.
Kasumi waved a hand dismissively.
"Akane will understand," she said. "Or she'll learn to deal with it."
Her eyes darkened, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot, kissing his face.
"She's had over a year to adjust to this arrangement and still resists, besides, she's not the one who can give you what you truly crave."
Ranma swallowed hard, his cock twitching between her toes.
"What do you mean?" he asked nervously, playing dumb.
"You know what I mean," Kasumi whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You want to worship me. To be under my control."
He nodded, unable to deny the truth of her words.
"I do," he said softly.
"And as your fiancée," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "I will expect nothing less."
The weight of her foot grew heavier, pressing down on his cock, which began to stir back to life.
"But for now," she said, her eyes locked on his, "Let's just enjoy the moment."
Ranma smiled shyly as he continued to massage her foot. The feel of her soft toes around his cock was intoxicating, and he knew that he would do anything to keep her happy.
"We'll tell them tomorrow and make it official," Kasumi decided, her voice a silky promise. "But for tonight, we're going to celebrate."
With a wicked smile, she lifted her foot, and Ranma's cock bobbed up, already hardening again.
"Get ready," she said. "Because I'm not done with you yet, and if that cock of yours can't keep up, I'll just have to get that tongue of yours trained up," she added teasingly.
The room soon again filled with the sounds of their shared passion as they gave in to their desires, the boundaries between them blurring as they became one. The night was long, and the candles burned low, but their connection grew stronger with every touch, every whispered word.
They fucked until exhaustion claimed their bodies, and Ranma could taste nothing but cum, his tongue too tired to even talk when they stopped. Kasumi was the epitome of grace and beauty as she slept, while Ranma was sprawled on the mat on the floor, naked and slick with sweat and cum.
When they awoke, the engagement would be switched and the wedding would be planned.