Breathing Space

When she had to breathe, he let go of her and began to withdraw his cock. - Only to have it splooge down her throat! Ranma was more surprised than she was!

*HHHngh-Ghahck, cough, gag, hackg-pf! Cough, cough*

Nabiki’s **** robbed Ranma of his chance to enjoy his cum. Still in the 69, he slapped her back while snaking his other hand between them to her diaphragm. Concern powering his ki, he transferred his trained skill at breath-control into it.

“Nabiki!? Are you all right?!” came Kasumi’s voice.

Ranma panicked that she might open the bedroom door. He had to do something; Nabiki was in no condition to answer. And until he could have a strong, uh, “Master-Sex ****” talk with her, he didn’t trust the kind of answer she would give. “She’s fine!”

“Ranma…?”

“I, uh, came to her with, uh, problem I had!” No lie there. “I’m now showin' her a technique of mine.” He watched Nabiki recover enough to sit up on her bed.

“But why-”

“I’mg *hrrm!* fine! Honestly!” Nabiki told...Ranma and with the beginnings of a smile. To prove it, she began lapping up and swallowing the load she had hacked out. It was enough for Ranma to shudder.

“We have more to do in here. Could you leave us alone, Sis?”

“Uh...If that’s what you want.”

Ranma’s tension eased as Kasumi’s footsteps went down the hall and down the stairs. Okay, even as a sex ****, Nabiki still knew what to say and when. He himself was smart enough to know there would be times he wished she did know. But he already had his one wish.

“You taste good, Master.” The way she was licking the last of his cum off of herself seemed too much like a - shudder - cat.

She got a dollop of his cum off of the sheet and brought it up...towards Ranma’s mouth. He turned away from it. “I’m a guy.”

“Now,” she said with a Cheshire smile before putting it in her mouth.