Notes: AU - Set in the English countryside just before the war against Napoleon.  Bitchy heiresses, arrogant suitors, sexy servants, betrayal, love, death, and humor.  Pairings of all kinds appear and characters from many animes will be making appearances.  There will of course be some OOCness, but that is expected with an AU fic. R/R appreciated.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Gundam Wing or Samurai Troopers or any other anime contained herein.
 
 

“Oh God! Yes!”

Her shout echoed through the rafters as she eased herself down on his hard length. Ripples of pleasure ran through her body as her inner walls stretched to accommodate his throbbing member.

A large hand tangled in her pale hair pulled her down for his overwhelming erotic kiss. The callused pad of his thumb rubbed over an extremely sensitive nipple. She whimpered into his mouth at the exquisite friction. Lines of white-hot fire ran from her breast straight to her groin. Unable to bare the heat any longer, she began to rock against him.

He groaned loudly into her mouth as the tight moist passage wrapped around him. Abandoning her head and breast he griped her hips. He lifted her up until he was barely inside her entrance before slamming her back down. She gasped in pleasure at the feel of his hard flesh pounding inside her.

A few wild frenzied minutes later, head flung back, she screamed her release. It was quickly followed by his rumbling groan. Exhausted, she collapsed against his sweaty muscular chest. For a moment she just lay there enjoying the warm satiated feeling.

The gentle snoring under her ear brought her blonde head up in surprise. A very feral satisfied smile played on her lips. Realizing it would be some time before her partner would be up for any more fun, she slowly gathered her things and dressed.

Before leaving she looked over her lover one more time. Bronze muscles shone with sheen of sweat in the afternoon sunbeams that seeped through the roof slates. Dark blue locks, turned almost black, clung to his face and neck. Now that she’d had him, she would definitely be back for more.

Leaving her sleeping partner in the stall, she departed the stable, brushing straw from her skirt as she walked.

A hand reached out and pulled a missed piece of straw from her long blonde hair. “Did you enjoy your ride, Mina?” a voice asked.

“Yes, I did,” she replied turning to face her best friend. “Not the wildest, but definitely the largest steed I’ve been astride.”

A very satisfied and disturbingly innocent smile suffused her face. Mina had the unique ability of look completely guileless when nothing could be further from the truth. A fountain of lust was concealed behind an almost child-like facade.

While Mina was impossible to read, her dear friend was exactly as she appeared. Unfashionably short dark hair and muscular arms reflected her tomboyish nature, while her every emotion was clearly written in her eyes.

Mina giggled as her companion rolled her eyes.

“You are terrible.”

“So you say, often,” replied Mina starting toward the mansion. “But I think you may be more jealous than disapproving. Are you missing your fiancée, perhaps?”

“No,” came the irritated reply. “He can take those women and return to China for all I care.”

“But I thought you were the true fiancée?”

“Who knows with his father arranging marriages left and right. It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t want him anyway.”

Mina sighed in mock sorrow. “Poor Ranma is going to be heartbroken to hear it.”

She couldn’t stop a giggle at Akane’s snort of disgust. Stepping close, she slid an arm around the other girl’s waist. “Not that I mind keeping you for myself.”

Coming to a halt, Mina leaned in to kiss Akane’s naturally full pink lips. Slipping her other arm around, she pulled them close together. At Akane’s moan of encouragement Mina deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into the warm cavern of her partner’s mouth.

With a muffled shriek Akane pulled away leaving Mina with her tongue still sticking out of her mouth. Little noises of disgust filled the air as she wiped vigorously at her mouth.

Looking up Akane saw the look of surprised hurt on her friend/lover’s face. “I can taste him,” she explained in a sickly tinged voice.

“Who?”

“Your stallion! Ikki!”

After a moment of stunned silence Mina burst into laughter. “Oh God! I’m sorry Akane,” she sputtered. “I guess Ikki is more potent than I thought.”

Akane couldn’t stop a small smile of humor at that. “We will just have to stop by the kitchen and get you some baking soda before you come near me again.”

“The kitchen!” Mina’s eyes went wide and clasped her hand over her mouth. Grabbing Akane’s wrist, she drug her at a swift jog toward the house.

“Where are we going?” Akane asked warily, not trusting that excited look one bit.

“The kitchen.”

“Why?”

“You’ve seen how possessive Shun is. Well, I sent him on a little errand, so I could sneak Ikki away.”

“Mina, you didn’t?” Akane asked with dawning horror.

“What?” Mina replied in a completely innocent voice. “I just sent him after some blackberry wine.”

“I can’t believe you sent that little virgin to see Cye.”

“Ex-virgin, if I know our chef.”

“You’re terrible.”

Mina only laughed.

Reaching the kitchen, Mina searched the sea of busy servants for a familiar face. Spotting a young dark blonde haired boy stirring a pot, she maneuvered through the rushing bodies to his side. “Hayama, have you seen Chef Mouri?”

“Linen closet,” came the monotone reply.

Giving the silent boy a swift kiss on the cheek, she was off. Akane waved at the unresponsive child and followed in Mina’s wake. Very quickly they left the noisy kitchen behind and proceeded down the much quieter and cooler hallway.

“He would pick one of your favorite places to romp,” remarked Akane sarcastically. “I guess horny minds do think alike.”

Mina waved her into silence as she pressed her ear to the thick wooden door of the linen closet. A devilish smile split her lips at the muffled sounds coming from within. Easing the door open she pulled Akane close to peer in the room.

Akane smothered a gasp at the erotic vision before them. A green haired boy lay sprawled on the floor. He his head tossed back and forth, a soft mewling coming from kiss-swollen lips. A light sweat glistened on his white skin; hands clenched in thick auburn hair.

Mina felt renewed heat gather between her thighs as she watched Cye’s lips move rhythmically over the boy’s swollen cock.

Breathing harder, the two young women exchanged glances as Akane closed the door.

“Come on Mina, let’s find that damn baking soda.”