What Does a Sex Need With Clothes?

Ranma used his martial arts skills to move away from her. Only, this daughter of a dojo master had martial arts moves of her own. They were rusty, but her lust was powering her ki towards championship levels. She managed to glomp onto...his pants!

“Nabiki!!” Quiet, stupid! The others will hear!!

His hands on her upper arms, she countered by plunging her hand down into his pants. “Nabiki,” he croaked.

“How can I be a sex ****, if we have no sex?” she asked reasonably as she rubbed his penis beneath his silk pants and boxers.

“This is not you, Nabiki! This is just some stupid ma...gic. *Groan*” His curse had taught him you couldn’t stop magic without counter-magic. Nabiki had ****; it was beyond even her formidable reasoning abilities.

“Urk!” he cried as the hand down his pants told him how little choice he had.

“First things first. Undress me, Master.”

“Master??” Who was ordering who!? Well, this was Nabiki’s idea of a sex ****, Ranma thought. And she wouldn’t want to lose her ability to manipulate, even her “Master”.

No, she was challenging him to be masterly over her. - Right! As if he had ever been masterly over any girl.- But she couldn’t tell him that, because to be truly masterly, it had to be his idea, expressing his desires: Not hers! She was now the wild horse that needed to be tamed!

But her “master” pulled her shirt up. As it was over her head, he thought of some techniques to get out of her clutch. Only, he couldn’t think of her as an adversary. Yet. It wasn’t exactly her fault she was in this condition.

When the shirt came down to her arms, she wasn’t letting go of him. The outside hand, though, was busy untying his belt, then taking down his pants and boxes. Looking down past her bra-enhanced cleavage, he saw what she was doing to him. It was some technique she had. But the only time he would have use for it - he hoped - was as the girl.

“My pants?”

“Uh, umm, your pants, uh, unsnap...bring down - MmmM!” She had kissed the startled boy full on the mouth. In his confusion, he didn’t know who took her shorts and thong down. His awareness that they were missing came when his hands bumped up against bare skin, soft flesh, and hip bone down there.

And then a hand was brought to touch hot, puffy folds and wet, swollen flaps. Her tongue in his mouth urged his fingers to imitate in her pussy.