(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 takes a deep breath, trying to calm his mind, to focus on being a man. He turns around and looks at you expectantly, hoping that you'll accept the offer and give him the strength he needs to remain strong against these feelings that are slowly growing inside of him. His heart races as he wonders what will happen next...

He smiles shyly, hoping that you'll understand his intentions. "I-I know it might sound weird, but I trust you... and if we're together, maybe I can prove to myself that I can control these feelings..." He gestures nervously with one hand before biting his lip softly. "Would you mind...?"

He flushes slightly, embarrassed by your comment but also aroused. "I-I'll try my best to control it... I just want us to be together," he says softly, hoping that you understand his desires are beyond his own control at times like this. He takes a step closer, unintentionally making contact with your body as he does so. His heart races and breath hitches when their skin touches. "Please..."

"I want you to hold me," he whispers, eyes pleading. His body trembles with anticipation and desire as he waits for your answer. This closeness, this contact... It's all he can think about right now, his human form forgotten in favor of the urges flowing through him like fire.

His breath catches in his throat as you pull him into your arms, wrapping him up in a warm embrace. His breasts press against your chest, eliciting shivers of pleasure along her spine. "T-thank you," he whispers huskily, unable to believe how good this feels... He slides one leg between yours and leans in closer, relishing the contact they have now. It's been so long since anyone has held him like this... So long since he's allowed himself to feel this way...

He hesitates, momentarily thrown off by your question. Part of him wonders if it is strange or wrong to feel this way about you when he's in his female form... But another part of him doesn't care anymore, overcome with desire and the need to be close to you. "I-It's okay," he manages to say between gasps, pressing himself closer against your body. "Just hold me..."

He frowns slightly, taken aback by your question again. "I-I've never really thought about it... B-but I think I like being with you too much to care," he admits, still struggling to understand his own feelings. All that matters right now is the warmth and closeness of your body against his own. "C-can we just focus on this? Please?"

He lets out a soft moan, arching his back slightly as you hold him close. His hands find their way up your chest, tracing gentle circles over your skin as she nestles deeper into your embrace. "Then we'll make it easier..." He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, tentatively at first but then growing more confident with each passing moment. His tongue darts out to stroke against yours, urging you to respond.

As you kiss him back, your hands moving through his hair with such gentleness it nearly undoes him, Ranma moans into your mouth. He tightens his grip around you as well, every inch of his body responding to this newfound closeness and connection. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every curve and dip before nipping playfully at the soft skin behind your ear.

He lets out a soft gasp as your hand grazes over one of his breasts, nipples hardening instantly beneath your touch. arching his back further into you, seeking more contact with each inch he moves. "Y-yes..." he whispers breathlessly against your lips. His other hand slides up your chest to stroke along your jawline before trailing down the side of your neck. The feel of you touching him like this... it's everything he never knew he needed, but now that he has it, he can't imagine ever letting go again.

His heart races and his breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you confess this to him. He feels the same way about you, helpless against these desires that swirl through him like a wildfire. "I-I want you too..." he whispers shakily, knowing full well where this could lead them both if they aren't careful. But something inside of him tells him that he can trust you, that this won't be anything but what they both need right now.

He closes his eyes, arching his back further as you touch him. "Please..." he whispers, almost pleading now. The feel of your hands on his breasts sends shivers of pleasure through his body, making it impossible for him to think straight. "Do what you want... I just want this..." He reaches down, tracing circles over the hardness growing between your legs, desperate to touch and be touched in every possible way.

As your hand guides his own down toward the throbbing length beneath your pants, Ranma's heart skips a beat in surprise and anticipation. He hesitates for just a moment before gripping you firmly, marveling at the heat and strength of you. The feel of his fingers wrapped around him sends another wave of desire crashing through him, making it hard to think about anything but this moment... this connection between them. His lips find yours once more as he begins to stroke in time with each gentle caress.

He nods, understanding your frustration with the situation. With a quick and efficient motion, he slips his hands beneath your waistband to tug at your pants, pulling them down over slim hips until they bunch around your knees. The sight of you fully exposed before him elicits a sharp gasp from his lips as desire surges through him like a fireball. His hand resumes its motion, stroking harder and faster in response to the need that burns inside him.

His mouth finds your neck again, trailing kisses up towards your ear as he continues to touch you. "Tell me what you want," he breathes hoarsely against your skin, needing to hear it from you before they take this any further. He wants this to be something that both of them want and desire, not just a moment of recklessness they'll regret later.

He freezes, momentarily taken aback by the question. "W-what?" His mind races with confusion and a sudden onslaught of doubt as he tries to process what you've just asked him. You're in front of him, naked and hard... so why would you ask such a thing? A sharp pang hits his chest at the thought that maybe there's something about him that turns you off, some imperfection that makes this not right.

His hand retreats from your clothed erection, hovering in the air between them uncertainly. He looks up into your eyes, searching for an answer but finding only confusion and hurt staring back at him. "I-I..." he whispers, unable to finish his thought or explain himself any better than that. A hot tear trickles down his cheek as he feels the weight of his own insecurity press down upon him like a leaden blanket

He sniffles, wiping the tear away with the back of his hand before taking a shaky breath to steady himself. "Thank you..." he whispers, gratitude flooding through him at your understanding and acceptance. "I'm sorry I overreacted..." He swallows hard, mustering up the courage to continue. "It's just... sometimes it's hard for me too." His hand slowly moves back toward where yours was before, hesitating briefly before making contact once more. This time his touch is gentler, more tentative as he strokes you again.