Sucking Your Way to Ranma's Womanly Heart

You bend to take your mouth to her boobs. For many minutes, now, they have shown all the signs of being tits: flushed and tight with blood, their areolas puffy, the nipples on them hard. You could think they are aroused and wanting to be used if you didn’t know they are only that way because it’s from the control of her body that Ranma’s martial arts training have given her.

Ranma, though, seems to be ready to try being the pigtailed girl. She is backing away from the basic, emotions-discounted interpretations of the signals her nude body is giving her, and moving towards the natural meanings coming from her naked tits and twat. You can see and feel her struggle to bow down her mind’s sexual orientation to her body’s.

She moans when you fasten your mouth around a nipple. With her fighter’s speed, her hands...stop short of hitting your head. They do, though, come to exert pressure on your scalp; there is a desire to push you away. But she allows your lips to remain on her tit. She allows you to vacuum her areola in past your teeth, to bat around her nerve-rich nipple. And then to scrape your teeth down from her areola and out along her elongated nipples. Her hands still apply pressure to your scalp, but they are also running their fingers through your hair.

You put similar pressure and motions on her other tit. An unspoken understanding is developing. Her hands will tell your head How rough is too “rough”. That is enough of a threat to dare you to - slowly, carefully, though - find out.

Your teeth roll her nipple back and forth. You do not nip down. Not yet. Meanwhile, your fingers are pinching down into her other nipple. You cannot make her nipples any harder; you can only make the bio-electricity coursing through them. And from them: going all the way down to her twat, judging by how she’s squirming on her butt. Only her female brain can tell her how well, or not, she likes the jolts. Only her male mind can decide to listen to it, or not.