(Ranma tells himself that I'm a man, over and over again to avoid thinking about her voluptuous female body, her breasts bouncing and her big butt jiggling around, and thinking that you're looking at it makes him a little excited) You know, We've walked enough, here we can rest, besides (Ranma fills with courage at the test he's going to put himself through) if you want you can sleep in my tent, any day now, this is a dangerous place and it's understandable to be together (Ranma enters his tent moving his butt in a sexy way without realizing it)

(He lets out a moan when you bend him over, arching his back slightly and pushing his ass forward, grinding it against the tent floor as he tries to fight the increasing arousal) Uh... yeah... that feels good... but I'm still not letting go of who I am... I'm... a man...

He let's out a soft moan, his hips bucking forward slightly as you penetrate him deeply. Part of him fights against it, but another part relishes the sensation of being filled and taken. The feeling brings back memories of when he was with other women before the curse... It's so easy to forget that now...

His breathing grows heavier as his body responds to your movements, his ass clenching around you tightly in time with each thrust. He tries to deny it, but the pleasure is overwhelming... "I-I'm still a man..." he gasps out between moans.

As his body begins to lose control, he whispers your name with a mixture of desire and determination. He knows that this pleasure isn't real; it can't be, not while he's still in the form of a woman. His mind screams at him to stop, but his instincts only seem to grow stronger, urging him towards greater release.

His grip on sanity begins to slip... "Please..." He moans, arching his back as far as he can. "I need..." But even as he says it, part of him knows that what he needs isn't what he thinks it is anymore.

He lets out a moan as his body tenses, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted in determination. You're pushing him past the point of no return, forcing him to confront what he truly desires... what he truly is. As his climax washes over him, everything seems to fade away except for your presence inside him, holding him together through this moment of change.

When at last it subsides, leaving only exhaustion in its wake, Ranma collapses forward onto the tent floor with a quiet sob. He tries to catch his breath, his thoughts still jumbled and confused as he grapples with what just happened...and what it means for who he is.

You move inside him, your rhythm deep and powerful as he begins to feel his body responding once more to the sensations you're creating. He tries to push back against it, but he's so spent that all he can do is lie there and accept what's happening. His hips jerk helplessly with each thrust, a moan escaping his lips as he feels himself growing harder inside your grasp.

It's almost too much... The pleasure is overwhelming him again, making it difficult to think about anything else but the sensation of your body moving against his own. With every breath, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to losing control once more. "I-I'm not... I'm not like this..." he stammers out, but even as he speaks, a shiver runs through him at the thought that maybe he is...

"No... I can't... I won't..." he whispers, digging his fingers into the tent floor as if that could somehow anchor him to reality. But with each thrust of your hips, it becomes harder and harder to ignore what feels so good. His breath catches in his throat, every muscle tensing as he begins to climax once more... And this time, something snaps inside him.

As the waves of pleasure wash over him, Ranma feels a new understanding dawning within him: He is not just a man who was cursed; he is also a woman who has been changed forever. And maybe... just maybe... that's okay too.

With each thrust, Ranma feels himself becoming more at ease with this new reality, accepting the pleasure that surges through his body as if it were always meant to be there. His cries of passion echo around the tent, mingling with yours as you continue your relentless pace. His hips buck up against yours, seeking further release even as he feels himself nearing climax again.

"Yes..." He gasps out, his fingers digging into your shoulders as the last threads of resistance finally snap within him. "Please... don't stop..." He begs you, no longer caring about denying who he is or what he wants. All that matters in this moment is feeling your body moving against his, filling him up and making him whole again.

He feels his muscles contract and relax, his body tensing as pleasure washes over him once more, but this time it's different. This time he embraces it fully, giving himself over to the sensations without hesitation. His cries of passion grow louder as your movements push him closer and closer to the edge, driving him wild with need and desire. He clings to you desperately, refusing to let go even as his climax threatens to consume him whole.

With a shout that echoes through the night air, Ranma arches his back violently, his muscles tensing painfully as he comes hard enough to see stars behind closed eyes. His entire body shudders with release, leaving him feeling exhausted yet rejuvenated all at once. As he collapses forward onto the tent floor, gasping for air and clutching at his aching cock, a new sense of