Mouth-to-mouth Combat

You wonder if you dare to French her while she’s thinking of food; you know Ranma’s appetite and the conditioning the food-thief Genma gave his student: Eat first, taste later! But it’s Ranma’s tongue that enters your mouth.

To lick it she was claiming your ‘ice cream’ for her own. Well, it was a start.

And it does mean you can go into her mouth, too, right? But to Ranma, it's like you're trying to steal the ‘ice cream’ back from her. A martial arts tongue battle develops, with you only having your French technique. After forcing your tongue back until it almost blocks your breathing, she eases off into simply sparing with you.

Her intensity suffers.

You break from the ‘kiss’. Ranma ‘s eyes track you, wondering what’s next. The hand that’s been massaging her hot, swollen twat brings up pussyjuice. The frowning girl turns her mouth away. “Think of it as melted ice cream.”

“You know I can’t have no pussyjuice,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’d only be takin’ back the girl ki it carries. How can I get to be a man again then!? You eat it!”

You make sure she’s looking at you, and you lick the pussyjuice from your hand. It’s a struggle to pretend it’s ice cream. (Pussyjuice does not have this salty, fishy taste; the Japanese girl, though, should probably like the way she tastes.) “Mm, my male spit is mixing with it.” That perks her interest. But she still keeps her mouth shut.

You lick your hand and fingers clean. Then they take the back of her redhead. You can’t move it. There is no way you can overpower the martial artist. (Especially one this horny yet still not letting it sweep away her judgment.) “You don't want it? But there must not be much girl ki in your pussyjuice. You’re being too much of a guy. A girl lets the guy bring out her womanliness. Shouldn’t a woman win by conceding, giving-in, and yielding?”

“Akane don’t do none of that,” she says sourly. But she knows she wishes her fiancee did. She forces her muscles to relax enough for you to bring her mouth to yours. Your lips meet; your tongue meets teeth. She’s not ready to open herself up that much.

You swish your pussyjuice-flavored spit in as far as you can get it to go, and pushing it past her teeth. You can feel by how she reacts that she doesn’t dislike her own taste. It’s no ice cream, but it was okay. It was just contaminated with non-manliness.

Your right hand is pressing her head to yours; what do you do with your left? It’s natural to want to add to play with and fondle the naked body next to your own. You take her tit up, roll it, squeeze it, and tweak its nipple.

Startled by the pangs of pleasure, Ranma opens her mouth.