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NOTE#2: I had to split this one into two parts for posting. This is
the second half.

Episode 5 - No Need To Be Second (continued)


"Well, prisoner of the most-wanted space pirate Ryoko..." 

She kissed his cheek.

"Prepare to be pillaged..." 

She kissed him on the lips.

"And plundered..."

Then she kissed his chin.

"And ravished..."

And then his neck.

"No one can help you... 

She raised her face above his, and gazed down at him.

"No one will save you... 

Her feline eyes gleamed hungrily.

"No quarter will be given... 

The fire that burned in them promised him that he was about to be
pounced on, taken, and consumed.

"No mercy shown..." 

She pulled back her lips, and her teeth gleamed in the moonlight.

"Scream all you like..." 

She ran her tongue along the points of her fangs.

"Beg if you want..." 

Her hair brushed down his chest.

"It'll do you no good..." 

It passed over his stomach, tickling.

"You're *mine*..." 

Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft.

"To do with as I please."

Her lips hovered an inch away from the tip of his penis.

"Tenchi..." she said, her hot breath washing over it as she spoke his
name.

"Yes?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Itadakimasu!" she giggled. Then she slid it into her mouth.

He clenched his eyes tightly. It felt *good*. Even when it brushed
against her fangs, he felt a weird thrill, not fear. He trusted her
not to bite.

She made it last a long time. A *very* long time. It seemed to go on
forever and ever. Minutes? Hours? Days? He really wasn't sure.

He *definitely* wasn't watching the clock while it happened.

Finally, at the point of climax, she grabbed his waist and hugged him
tight as he shuddered in her embrace. She waited until his body
relaxed again, then swallowed. So he would hear and feel her do it,
and be fully aware when she did. Her lips slowly glided up and off,
and she sighed and gazed up at him happily.

"Gochisou sama deshita, Tenchi" she said, giggling again, as she
licked her lips and grinned.

He blinked. *OK, if she says so.* He smiled back at her.

Her gold kittenish eyes sparkled as she began to slowly, methodically
clean his penis with her tongue. It was an utterly feline gesture, but
it far from terrified him. She moved back up his body and, still like
a kitten, cuddled against him, warm and soft. He half-expected her to
start to purr. Then she let out a long "Mmmmmmmmmm......", and it
almost seem like she *was*. Then she spoke, breaking the illusion a
bit.

"Well, I don't think I need to ask if you liked *that*," she said, her
voice affectionate and proud.

"It was *wonderful*, Ryoko. Thank you."

She smiled and shook her head. "No, Tenchi. Thank you for letting me.
It didn't have to be that exactly, but I've needed to do *something*
with you, anything, for a long time." Then she grinned again. "But I'm
very glad you enjoyed it. Would you like me to do it again, sometime?"

"Whenever you feel like it, Ryoko."

Her face beamed. "When is your first class, exactly?"

Tenchi face-faulted.

*Uh-oh. Knowing how Ryoko is, she's probably going to float up under
my desk during history or something. And she won't CARE who's
watching, at ALL.*

Ryoko looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong? Isn't it boring sitting
in those classrooms all day long?"

Tenchi began to sweat. "Umm, Ryoko, I don't think that would be a
really good idea. Everyone would SEE!"

"So?"

"But they'd SEE!" he repeated, unable to articulate his objection any
better than that.

"Don't you want them to know how much I love you, Tenchi," she asked,
confused.

"Of course I do, Ryoko. Kissing and hugging, fine. But nothing more
than that, in public."

"But Tenchiiiii..."

He tried a different tack. "Ryoko, if you showed up at school, all the
guys would be making passes at you."

Now she looked hurt. "But I wouldn't let them *do* anything, Tenchi.
Really. I'm not how Aeka says I am."

"That *isn't* what I meant. A lot of them wouldn't *care*. They'd try
to do something anyway."

His eyes bulged in shock as Ryoko's energy sword flashed into
existence, filling the room with red-orange glare. She held it above
the bed, waving it casually. She looked over at him. Her face was
deadly serious.

"Tenchi, remember when I said I gave myself to you? I meant it.
Forever. If someone else tries to take me away, the only decision I'll
need to make is which of his heads to cut off *first*."

Now he *had* to keep her away from school. Otherwise, there were a few
students he knew who were going to wind up castrated, decapitated, or
both. Maybe a couple of teachers, too.

"Uh, Ryoko, that's sweet of you, and I'm glad you can protect
yourself, but couldn't you just slap them or something?"

"Why?" she asked, extinguishing the sword.

For a moment he was about to remind her that she'd be breaking the
law. Then he realized who he was talking to, and how ridiculous such
an argument would be. It might even encourage her. 

"Just *because*. Don't use the sword unless you have to, OK?"

"Oh, alright," she sighed. Then a new idea entered her head. "I could
fly you up on top of one of the buildings, and do it there. No one
would see us *that* way."

"But then I'd miss the lectures, and I'd fail all my tests!" he
protested.

"So?"

He groaned in frustration. Then inspiration struck.

"You remember that TV show, about the guy who fails his college
entrance exams, and then he falls in love with his landlady?"

Ryoko looked worried. "That really happens?"

"Uh-huh. All the time."

"Oh." She thought about it some more. "Then how about during lunch?
That wouldn't interfere with your classes, right?" She grinned and
licked her lips. "And lunchtime would be the perfect for it, too,
don't you think?"

He started to protest, then couldn't think of any particular argument
against it.

"I'll think about it, Ryoko, OK?" he assured her. "Until then, please,
don't show up at my school for that. Please?"

"Alright, Tenchi, alright," she said, sounding disappointed.

"Thank you, Ryoko," he said, breathing easier again.

She smiled. "If you *really* want to thank me..." She slid on top and
straddled him, then bent down to kiss him. "... there's something you
can do."

He smiled. "I was kind of hoping to do that anyway, Ryoko, but I'm not
exactly ready yet, if you know what I mean."

"I'll fix that," she promised, her eyes gleaming. There was something
she wanted to try, another thing she figured he hadn't done with Aeka.
He flailed around in surprise for a moment when she grabbed onto him
and floated upwards. Then he calmed down and let her carry him to the
edge of the bed. He sat down. Ryoko's feet touched the floor and she
knelt in front of him, resting her breasts on his knees. Then she took
hold of his flaccid penis and pressed it between them.

Tenchi cringed in fear for just moment, remembering the last time
someone had offered to do this for him. Who. Where. He recalled the
event in detail that was... well, *clinical*. Needles, probes, clamps,
electrodes, rubber gloves...

Ryoko looked up at him, puzzled. "Don't you like them, Tenchi?" she
asked.

"They're very nice, Ryoko, it's just that I had sort of bad..." He
shook his head. "Never mind. Please, go right ahead."

She began to rub it back and forth through her cleavage. After a
while, she brought his hands onto her breasts, encouraging him to
squeeze them. He hardened swiftly, and she continued for few minutes
after that. Then she got up, straddled him again, and mounted.

They embraced as Ryoko started to bounce on his lap energetically. He
kissed her all over her face and neck, and she did likewise. She
tossed her head and whipped her hair around as the thrust herself onto
him again and again. She savored every last tiny sensation.

She felt him driving into her, but under her hands she also felt his
heart beating faster, faster, faster. For her. His breathing hard and
rapid. Because of her. His hands caressing her, all the hesitation
gone. His lips against hers, willingly. His voice calling her name.
She felt the tension growing inside. He had caused it, chosen to cause
it. Finally. It wound tighter and tighter within her. Then, like an
over-stressed steel cable, it snapped. And her last conscious thought,
just before climax took her, was that it was something Tenchi had
given her.

Tenchi felt Ryoko's body flush hotter against his skin. Her eyes
blazed, and as she bared her fangs her passionate moan changed into a
frightening snarl. Inside her he felt her clamp down on him, hard,
almost painfully hard. She raked her nails down across his shoulder
blades like claws, tearing skin and drawing blood. Tenchi gritted his
teeth, forced himself not to wince, and hugged her tighter, hoping she
wouldn't decide to bite. Chills ran down his spine for a moment and
his hair stood on end a bit as she looked him in the face, her
expression many times more wild than he'd ever seen it before. 

Then she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, gasping
for breath, continuing to ride him. She kissed his neck with her lips
pulled back, pressing her teeth to his jugular, her body still
convulsing. He gulped and kept himself from pushing her away, and
drove from his mind the image of his lifeblood spraying all over her
face. Then, as she wound down, she rubbed her head against his neck
and check, caressing his skin with her hair and murmuring his name
softly. Tears trickled out of her eyes and onto his shoulder again.

Not because of the physical pleasure, intense though it was. But
because of who'd caused it for her, after she'd desired him for so
long. It had been every bit as good as she'd imagined it would be.
Better, even. She continued to violently impale herself on him, threw
her arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully. There was
something else she'd wanted for a great while, and she was eager for
it. Then, just as suddenly as he'd given ecstasy to her, he gave her
his.

He pulled Ryoko down onto him harder and held her there. He started to
groan with release but she pressed her mouth onto his. She stared into
his face, watching every twitch of every muscle, as she felt him
stream hot inside her. She held him tight and felt every shudder in
his body, until he was spent.

They lay back down next to each other, running their hands through
each other's hair. Ryoko rested her head against Tenchi, calm, happy,
knowing that she didn't need to fear anymore that he'd pull away or
push her off.

"I think I want to do that *again*," she said after a few minutes,
smiling and kissing him. "No, scratch that. I *know* I want to do that
again." 

"Uh, Ryoko, I'm kind of worn out. Gomen nasai," he sighed in protest,
wiping sweat from his forehead.

"That's OK. *I'm* not." 

She got onto her hands and knees and looked up at the moon, judging
the time by its position instead bothering to look over at Tenchi's
alarm clock. She glanced down and saw that he was starting to fall
asleep. She opened the window, so that the cold air's bite would keep
him awake. And so her body would feel that much warmer against his,
and he'd hold her even tighter. The wind came in and made the papers
on his desk flap around noisily, but she ignored it. She wouldn't care
if everything but she and Tenchi were to blow away in a typhoon.

She smiled for a moment. Sex in the middle of a typhoon? Now, *that*
would be *fun*! She decided she'd have to find a way for the two of
them to try it, some time.

She looked back at him and pouted. "Oh, don't quit on me *now*,
Tenchiiii," she begged. "You made me wait a long time for this, and
we're just getting started. It's at least six whole *hours* until
morning!" 

She crouched above him like a tigress over her kill, her savage pose
magnifying the sensuousness of her curves in the moonlight. Her
untamed cyan mane rippled wildly behind her in the chill breeze.
Ravenous feline eyes gleamed down at him, hot and yellow like molten
gold. She bared her glistening fangs as she grinned hungrily. Her nose
sniffed, drinking in his scent. Her fingers flexed like claws as she
shifted her stance, waiting silently for the moment of greatest
vulnerability, preparing to pounce upon her prey. To pounce, to take,
to have, to consume. To use his body to satisfy her hunger for him.
She paused, silent and motionless as a statue, and watched.

Then she was on him. A misty remnant of his fear filled him only to be
burned away under the heat as their lips locked passionately and her
hands began to roam his body -- warm, seeking, insistent. 

Inexorable.


Preview of Next Episode: No Need For Discipline

Aeka assumed a wide stance, hefted the whip, and thought back to the
day when her mother had told her about men and women and things of the
heart. "The first time you bring your love to repentance is special,
Aeka. You'll remember it fondly, all your life. And so will he."
Tenchi would kneel at her feet and beg her forgiveness. Gladly,
*joyously* she would grant it. And he would be hers, and she his,
forever.


Hassheen!