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The Tragic Weapon	By : MPlug Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 4242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Phase 4
- 1
AN: This story came from Phase 4's Fairy Tale Mashup DLC costume. Hayate's costume is kept vague largely because I looked at his Halloween DLC and I could not figure out what the hell he was supposed to be and having him wear one of his anime mashup costumes seemed out of character.

The Tragic Weapon

Hayate sighted her across the room instantly. Even in the mansion full of masked and costumed partiers, seeing that familiar red ponytail bobbing through the crowd could not fail to catch his eye. He had been told Kasumi would be in attendance at this Halloween Party and he was not disappointed... now it was just a matter of waiting to catch her alone.

Phase 4 carefully maneuvered through the crowd. This was an important mission, a theft not a kill, but nonetheless failure was synonymous with termination. The files would held in a secure location, and slipping away unnoticed was key. All of her stealth training would be put to the test.

Hayate saw his sister move behind a tall partygoer... then disappear. His heart stopped, he couldn't lose her now. Foregoing subtlety entirely, Hayate began to shove his way through the crowd, hoping he was choosing the right direction.

At last Phase 4 had made her discrete escape. She was safely unseen in an empty corridor, the sounds of the party in the distance. No one seemed to have followed her, she only hoped she picked the correct one from the countless doors stretched out before her without being detected. She readied herself to pick the lock when...

"Kasumi!"

Finally free from the crowds, Hayate was able to take in her costume in full. He didn't have time for anime, but he took her catsuit, complete with ears, long tail, and curious heart armband for a character that some would find familiar. What interested him most, however, was how much of her tempting body it put on display. The tight leotard hugged the perfect curves of her bust, her ass, and tummy. It was cut close enough at the crotch to suggest the shape of her mound, while the thigh-high stockings gave a seductive glimpse of her thighs. And while he knew she was his sister, he could not deny she was very beautiful to him.

Phase 4 knew he opponent from her training. Hayate, alias Ein. The brother of the woman she had been cloned from. She couldn't let him interfere with her mission... She had to take him down. Fast.

Kasumi came in for an attack and Hayate slipped into a defensive stance. He had no desire to fight his beloved sister, but there was simply no choice. After a few moments of defensive combat, however, he realized his mistake.

"Clone!" he hissed. "Your style is flawed."

He noticed something flash across the masked clone's eyes, almost like a sting, but he didn't care. He would show no mercy, he would kill this affront for every indignity that had been inflicted on himself and his sister to create it.

His strikes were fast and brutal. He hit the clone with a series of well-timed strikes, slamming her against the wall as he moved in for the finishing blow.

Phase 4 fell to the ground, gasping and panting. Somehow in the fight her catsuit had been nearly destroyed, her heaving breasts were barely covered, her heart-shaped ass and thighs on even greater display, he sweet tummy completely unclothed.

Sweaty and panting, her gorgeous face looking just like his sister, the little clone looked at him with eyes that begged. "Please," she gasped, "don't kill me."

He had slain Kasumi's clones before without hesitation or regret... but somehow this one was different. He knew he had to spare her... even protect her.

But first of all, she was mostly naked outside a mansion with a large party going on inside. Cradling her in his arms, he jumped onto the roof, trying to find an open window on one of the higher floors to duck into.

DOA

Hayate set the little clone gently on the lush bed before securing the window behind him.

"I think you'll be safe hiding here until I can find you a suitable replacement garment," he assured her.

"Thank you," she replied, still confused by his actions.

"I hope you were not badly injured," he said, reaching out to testing her exposed belly for any soreness.

As if to expose how unaffected she was, Phase 4 grabbed him and executed a quick reversal, putting herself above him while he was flattened on the bed underneath her. "Do not flatter yourself," she replied coldly. "I could easily have defeated you."

Hayate's breath caught. Her breasts were shaking idly just above his face. Her costume must have been incredibly flimsy, as they were obstructed only by a thin strand of fabric over her nipples, which were clearly hard and ready. Her taut tummy was completely exposed between them, while the lower portion of the material had ripped into a sort of makeshift panty. Her fishnet stocking had also ripped, making her thighs nearly naked above her knee-high boots. He felt his breathing increase, as he realized hers had already done, and there was a definite heat emanating from between her legs.

I can't want her, he told himself. She's my sister's clone!

But as he looked up to face her, he saw pure lust in her eyes and he knew his own eyes reflected the same.

"I can feel you," she informed him softly. Sex was not forbidden from Phase 4 the same way love, pity, or even identity were. Just the opposite. She was expected to find her own release after a mission as part of her regular maintenance, sometimes seduction would even be part of an infiltration or espionage mission. In all cases, the men were disposable to her as she knew she was to them.

Still, she knew exactly what poking between them, long and hard.

And she knew what she needed right now.

She pulled aside her mask, but leaving the cat ears and ribbon in place, and leaned over to kiss him. Her glossy, soft lips played upon his, knowing he would not be able to resist her advance, letting her sweet scent feel his nostrils. She softly prodded his lips open with her, drawing out his lust.

Soon Hayate found himself returning the kiss, surprised at the clone's forwardness and worldliness, so different than Kasumi, in all things she was somehow harder and yet more fragile than his beloved sister. He felt those large, soft breasts flatten against him as she let her delicate tongue invade his mouth. Soon, he was stroking her naked back, feeling her body so close to his, her scent, her warmth... so impossibly desirable.

Finally, he was able to pull away.

"We can't," he declared, gently rolling her aside. "We need to stop."

Phase 4 tried to kiss him again and he pulled away.

"It's not right," he told her. "You were made from my sister."

"She does not need to find out," the little clone assured him, reaching down for his arm.

"That's not the problem," he replied. "Your face... your body..."

"...Are yours to enjoy tonight," she said, gently stroking his face. "I know you want me. And I need you. Do not think of anything else."

This justification seemed flawed, but Hayate could not think of a response as Phase 4 wrapped him in another kiss. The girl clearly thought of herself as an individual separate from Kasumi, perhaps it was only respectful to do the same.

Or maybe he was just fooling himself so he could get off with this perfect beauty without admitting how wrong this all was, he thought cynically.

Either way, the clone had made it clear what she wanted and there no way she wasn't getting it.

Their kiss began to deepen again, a lustful embrace of bodies as Hayate's skilled hands traced her backbone over the pert skin of her smooth young back. Her body was pressed so tightly against him he could feel every divine curve, those erstwhile nipples trying desperately to escape their meager bondage. After a few minutes of feeling them against him, he knew he had to help them gain their freedom.

Hayate at last reached into the rip in her top to grope her big, pale breasts. Phase 4 let out a shudder of pleasure. Eagerly, he began to massage those mesmerizing orbs, so large... yet so firm!

"Yes!" she cried. "Please go on!"

Hayate's powerful hands tenderly groped those supple, sweaty tits, enjoying their flawless shape as his fingers found her sweet little peaks. With each hand, he stimulated a cute little nipple, earning an adorable series of impassioned squeaks from his busty sister's mirror image.

"So hot!" he gasped as he viewed that pretty face reacting in pleasure. He went even further with his massage then, giving her more speed and strength, but still paying attention to her every reaction, never letting his service to her fall out of focus.

"Ohhhh..." the clone ninja moaned, her gorgeous, naked tummy quivering with pleasure while her perfect round ass vibrated so much with pleasure the tail of her costume was practically wagging. "You know just how to touch me..."

At last, Hayate ripped the last shreds of her costume away from her chest to expose her luscious breasts fully.

"Aahhh!!!" the little clone cried out as her two large breasts flopped cheerfully on her chest. They really were identical to Kasumi's, something Hayate could not help do notice, but that didn't stop him from lowering his mouth to those succulent orbs. "Oh, yes!!" Phase 4 gasped.

Hayate swirled his tongue around her puffy pink nipple, making it pebble even harder, almost painfully. Desperate for some relief, Phase 4 clasped his head closer to her chest, encouraging him to "suck me! Suck me!"

Hayate eagerly complied. He suckled the clone's big, round tits, making a wonderful, wet kissing sound in the echoing expanse of the bedroom. Phase 4's breasts bobbed wonderfully with the avid actions, the woman's perfect body shaking on the bed with the sweat of pleasure.

"MmmmmMMMMmmmm..." she purred erotically, arching her back and that flawless, heart-shaped rump as his skilled tongue circled her pert, perfect nipple, finding what gave her the most illicit reaction.

Hayate could not believe his luck! Her tits were so big and full, so shapely and perfect. He softly tickled the underside of the breast he wasn't suckling to give her even more, to let her know how grateful he was to soon be fucking this perfect body. And though his conscience told him it was a body she shared with his very own sister, the rod in his pants could not be denied by such frivolities.

For several minutes, Hayate sucked those perfect, legendary tits, inspired to new levels of experimentation by his soon-to-be lover's responsive cries and moans. She was relentless, insatiable, and soon he found himself inserting more and more of her breast into his mouth. Then, he located an area just above her nipple that seemed even more sensitive and focused on that entirely, feeling the beautiful clone surrender to his ministrations.

"Oh, Hayate..." she whimpered. "I'm so wet..."

Not willing to take her at her word, Hayate plunged his hand into her ragged lower garment, lightly gathering the unmistakable pool of lust from between her perfectly hairless folds. Then he smeared her cum over her other breast and moved to suckle that tit, his lips and tongue making a feast of her, again and again returning to finger more of her honey.

"Ohh!!" she cried out.

When he could deny himself no longer, Hayate removed his costume, her eyes full of wonder as his last garment feel away to expose his powerful member.

"You're so big..." she gasped, licking her lips unconsciously.

Hayate smiled, then placed his hands on either of her hips and gently guided her into a sitting position as she looked into his eyes with erotic awe. At last he took the portion of her catsuit that came to define her panties in his hands. "Are you sure this is okay?" he whispered.

"I have never wanted anything more," she replied simply.

Hayate nodded. He honestly didn't know what, if anything, she saw or thought of their marginal familial ties, but as he gazed at her nearly naked body, he couldn't help but think about Kasumi. Still, he was too far gone and too horny to do anything know but obey his own lust.

He took her improvised waistband in his hand and one strong motion ripped it apart, completely exposing her perfectly hairless slit.

He drew a deep, masculine breath at the sight of Her. "I have to have you," he grunted.

Phase 4 nodded. The soft tail of her catsuit, now ripped from it's perch, was nestled gently between the cleft of her ass. Her boots were still in place and her glistening honey was flowing down her legs. Anxious to have her, Hayate gathered a generous amount of that special nectar with two fingers, first scooping it from her thighs and then dipping them into her sopping quim and fingering her tender slit.

"Uuhhh..." the little clone sighed.

Hayate anointed his cock with that sweet juice, then slipped both fingers into her sweet pink mouth, feeding her own cum. Phase 4 followed his lead, swirling her little tongue to savor her own taste, then gently kissed the fingers several times gratefully.

"Mmmm..." she purred. "Truly delicious."

Then Hayate reached down to spread her thighs, letting his eager cock find the juncture of their sexes. He brought his full weight down upon her lithe frame slowly, the action pushing the tail further into the sweet canyon of her ass while her soft breasts flattened under his hard chest.

"Please... take me..." she whispered sensually.

At last, Hayate took his penis in his hand and guided it slowly into his sister's clone... His own genealogical twin, he realized, even as he accepted they were far too far gone to stop. The need to mate with her was too strong to resist, the drive to have her irresistible, and with a powerful thrust they became one.

"Ohh!!" she squealed as he penetrated her impossibly hot body. It was a more than a little painful at first, she was no virgin, sex of course being at the forefront of her programming, but Hayate was something else in terms of size and power. But also restraint and tenderness. He knew the petite clone's dainty body well from the times he had trained with Kasumi, the few instances he had caught her changing, even one notably stroke of luck when he walked in on her masturbating. Likewise, he had plenty of time to plan this during his own shameful masturbation sessions... and a few fantasies while with other girls... and he was certain of his body and his tool above all else.

"I promise, your pleasure will be everything," he assured her warmly.

And then he began to move inside her. True to his word, the rigid masculine hardness of his thick rod was tempered by a gentle ease of his movements as he let her adjust to his epic size. Whether out of concern for herself or the woman she was cloned from, he was truly placing her comfort over his own... something she never encountered before. That alone made her sweet pussy hotter, wetter, and her already pliant body became even more so as she shuddered to accept him.

"Ohhhh hoohh..." she gasped. He had reached down to find her little clitoris, diddling her sacred love button to further pleasure and relax her. The red-haired clone felt her entire exquisite body quiver with delight. Eager to let him know she could accept that proud rod of iron, the sexy clone began to meet his thust, encouraging him with hungry eyes to "give me more, Hayate... Go faster!"

Hayate could not help but obey his new lover. Slowly, he increased the power of his member as it moved in and out of those two fully pursed nether lips, watching her pant and moan in time with his motions, as a sweet line of saliva dripped from her exquisite mouth, landing on her magnificently undulating tits.

"So beautiful..." he panted. He couldn't keep his eyes from her face as her rode her amazingly sexy body. He could tell he was struggling to keep her eyes open to meet his gaze as his powerful hips plunged in and out of her. Her sweet pink lips were gently parted as her fabulous bust shook wildly with the power of their lovemaking. Her copper hair shaking with their motions. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world!" he gasped without thinking. "The whole world!!"

Phase 4 responded with her body, her limber lower half gracefully swaying back and forth to accept and withdraw his penis. Her hot, wet pussy tugged and kissed his length with each subtly divine motion, simultaneously driving him in and out of her perfect vagina in one side while the soft, thick tail of her costume was driven further into anal opening. She was truly made for sex as much as combat and her pleasure was approaching new peaks from the power and passion her "brother" Hayate was giving her.

"Uhh!" she gasped, letting their fingers entwine. "Tell me you love me!"

"I love you!!" he gasped, increasing his speed while not sacrificing tenderness. "I love you!!"

Smiling, Phase 4 brought his hands back to the sweating, jiggling planes of her chest and rested them there, encouraging him the grope and fondle. Then she lowered her own hands to his hips, holding tightly for balance and possession. Then Phase 4 rolled her sweet ass, her gorgeous hips working in tandem with his to bring them both supreme pleasure. With his strong hands playing with her breasts while his cock moved inside her, the little clone was feeling lust and joy unlike any before... as she felt the door of her heart unlock.

"Oh, Kami-Sama!" she cried. "I love you! I love you!"

If she had it in her to blush at that point, she would have done so. The admission was completely accidental, and she was determined to deny it as a heat of the moment slip... But from the way it affected her erstwhile partner, the way his already loving, gentle yet powerful thrusts entered a new dimension of delirious passion, she realized she wouldn't take it back for all the world.

Hayate firmly massaged her massive, undulating jugs as her warmth surrounded his solid dick, as it beat with hot blood. Any movement on either of the parts echoed throughout their entire bodies, and the heroic pace of their lovemaking meant the that the ecstasy was reaching epic levels. He felt her walls shudder and pulse around him and he knew she was close. He increased the pace of fucking, focused the assault on her breasts to the nipples and the sensitive spot immediately above them determined to help her along.

"Huh huhhn huh..." she panted. Her mighty breasts were quaking with delight in his hands, her soft tail had practically been buried in her ass by their tender yet savage sex and still she shimmied her cheeks against it to send it further in as his mighty shaft prepared to show the impossibly sexy clone heaven. "Oh yeah... So good!!! So....!!!"

With a shuddering cry, she came. Hayate watched her flush with joy and sweat, his sister's face awash with total sexual satisfaction. With this returned the last vestiges of his guilt, but that didn't hold a candle to the sheer pleasure she was giving him: the best fuck... the greatest session of lovemaking, in his life. And knowing he had given her this climax was a gift greater than any he had received. "Joy..." he gasped aloud.

Even after her first climax, Hayate didn't give her time to come down from the high. Quite the contrary as he moved even faster inside her love channel, his own mouth open with lust as his proud penis continued to crest and plunge her tightness. Awash in her cum, baptized by it, he was moving more fluidly and easily than before, and she could tell he was trying to give her a second orgasm, but she didn't think her spent and sated body could stand another before turning into jelly. And besides, she wanted to give him the same pleasure.

The cloned sex angel gave her hips more of that special roll, again and again this time, using the last of her power to drive him along. She let one hand slip between them, cradling his balls, wet with her own love, teasing them as she felt the blood-happy rod in her pussy tense for its own release.

"Cum for me, brother," she said, trying to imitate the tone she'd heard from Kasumi. "Cum inside me."

She knew this would put him over the edge, and she was more than right. Hayate's dick exploded his virile seed with a blast of white hot energy beyond anything even he had experienced. The dazed little clone felt her whole panting body shiver and quake with the power of his orgasm as he achieved the supreme glory as his powerful penis shot wave upon wave of hot semen into her waiting hole, both of them feeling total satisfaction with the release.

"Ohhhhhh..." Hayate moaned, still groping Phase 4's generous chest as his cock gave its last satisfied twitches. "That was... all together wonderful..."

"It truly was," the sated clone agreed. The few remaining scraps of her car suit were in shreds all around them, the tail still wedged between her asscheeks, her whole body shaking with sweat.

Hayate reached out to entwine their fingers, then brought them to his lips to kiss. "Stay with me..." he begged.

She shook her head sadly. "They would target you, too."

"I can hide you," he insisted, using the word for 'you' reserved for a wife or girlfriend. "I can protect you."

Phase 4's eyes widened. No one had ever treated her as precious or unique. "Can you...?"

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Can you give me a name?" she asked, her voice fragile.

His heart nearly burst. He had always been a "girl in every port" type, but he knew he would have to treat this one special. He would marry her in secret, keep her somewhere off the grid where she would never be found. "...Ai-chan."

For the first time, Phase 4 smiled. "Yes!"

He reached cradle her large breasts again. "You will stay with me always, Ai-chan?"

In response, Phase 4 reached down to stroke his shaft.

Hayate took the hint and climbed back on top of her. He was already getting hard again and he was determined to make their second session even longer.

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