ANDFR: Resisting Temptation

Unending BE - episode 799910

It was one of the hardest choices she'd ever made in her life. It was a very, very tempting picture to have in her possession. Given how things were going, who knew when the next opportunity to see her beloved Ranchan like this again? The maths wasn't exactly favourable, let's put it that way. When would she next have the chance to see his meat like that, so big and impossible and delicious... But then when they did get married, she'd get to see it all the time.

"No, sorry Nabiki. Not today!" she declared with almost instant regret. That had been far harder to say than it should have been. Ukyo's knees felt weak, like the touch of a feather could cause her to buckle over in an instant.

"Are you quite sure? By the next time we meet, I might have shown these photos to Shampoo and Kodachi. There'll certainly be less of them, and you know what that means for supply and demand..."

That was an interesting point, but the more she thought about it the more Ukyo realised that purchasing this photograph would be like admitting that the only reason she was interested in Ranma in the first place was nothing more than animalistic lust. They had a deeper relationship than that. Her feelings weren't so carnal in nature, so licentious and salacious. Sure, obviously they'd probably screw like bunnies the first week of wedded bliss, but it wasn't as if the only thing tying them together would be a mutual interest to get into each other's underwear. So no, she wasn't going to buy this picture of him with his massive, likely to cause multiple orgasms when it was only half way in monster of a cock exposed and begging for Ukyo to suck on it like the good little whore she was. She shook her head, feeling as though she'd just thought something she hadn't meant to, but couldn't quite figure out what it was... Where was she again? Oh yeah. She wasn't going to buy this picture of Ranma with his dick out. No, sir! She was a good girl. Her hormones didn't control her! Just because she had a scrapbook of all of Ranma's best beefcake shots didn't mean she had to succumb to lust and buy this one as well! It was a matter of pride, of self control.

"Thanks Nabiki, but no thanks. I don't think I'll be changing my mind."

With that, she turned and stomped off towards school trying to think of anything other than what she'd just seen.

Nabiki watched that walk very carefully, considering her move as she pocketed the money. That was a familiar walk. A walk of regret. Shameful regret. Ukyo didn't want to admit it, but she wanted to own these pictures every bit as much as she was denying she wanted anything to do with them. And who could blame her? Nabiki looked at the picture again, for the tenth time since taking it. With a package like that, it was no wonder everybody seemed to want to take a delivery.

"Sis is one lucky girl," she muttered to herself. Hm, lucky? Was that what it was? One way to look at this, that much was certain. With the way that she went to town on it afterwards, there could be little doubt that she knew what she had and was rather eager to work for it. For that much, Nabiki couldn't blame her one little bit. It wasn't hard to imagine Ranma bending Akane over a table, and her allowing it to happen. It was not at all difficult to picture her spreading her legs and letting him fuck her with his gargantuan, steel like rod. A steady enough rhythm, in and out and in and out, each moment drawing out little whimpers, each thrust opening up new avenues of wonder that had never been dreamt possible before.

"Please Ranma, fuck me harder!" she would beg, so close to release, so teasingly close and yet so far away.

"Only if you clear my debt, dear Nabiki," he would whisper in her ear, even that driving her wilder still!

"Anything!" she'd scream at the top of her lungs, as at long last the wonderful torture was over, the climax seizing hold of her body and mind and making her wonder why she'd never thought of doing this before. Why she'd mistreated him so when she could have had him like this. Why she'd exploited him, looked down on him, manipulated him when instead she could have been riding this dick and riding it for the rest of her life...

Nabiki sucked in air, and crashed back to reality and put the photo away with an oddly genuinely dopey smile on her face. Where was she again? Oh yes. How long had the two of them been playing games like this, she wondered. Was it something that had started this morning, or had she somehow missed it before now? Either way, she simply had to keep a much closer eye on the two of them in future. She had to watch the two of them, film them as their naked sweat soaked bodies fucked each other mindless. She had to record their carnal lusts being slaked on one another, and she definitely had to keep an eye on Ranma's dick. To make sure that it was indeed as large as it appeared. And certainly for no other reason. No, Nabiki wasn't that kind of girl. Not even slightly.