Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Expansion Pack: Christie


Christie led Eliot to a fairly nondescript industrial sector of the city, filled with the bland colors and shapes of warehouses lining the horizon. They came to a small, rundown shack with a rusted, padlocked door. Eliot looked from the dilapidated structure to Christie, his eyebrow raised skeptically. Christie step forward and produced a key, unlocking the shabby door and opening it. To his surprise, Eliot saw that the doorway opened into a very small room, no more than five feet to a side. It was not until he spied the handrails running along the walls that he realized what it was.

An elevator.

Christie stepped inside and Eliot followed quickly. Eliot closed the door behind them, then watched as Christie depressed a button on the wall, sending the elevator descending down into the earth. After a few moments the elevator stopped with soft bump, and another door opened in front of them.

Eliot stepped out without a moment’s pause, walking out into a darkened apartment. If he had not known it to be so, Eliot would have no reason to guess that he was a few dozen meters underground. Even in the low light, he could tell the furnishings were splendid, if extremely Spartan. He was about to ask Christie how she had managed such accommodations when he heard a low growl from his left side.

Eliot turned slowly to see two glowing spheres stalking slowly toward him from out of the shadows. As Eliot’s eyes adjusted, he could discern the powerfully muscled form of a Black Panther form behind the yellow glint of those lethal eyes. Eliot’s heart leaped to his throat, but he stood his ground.

“Easy, boy.” Christie’s voice spoke soothingly.

“I’m fine.” Eliot snapped at her over his shoulder.

“Not you, fool.” Christie sneered, and then addressed the panther. “This one is with me. It’s all right.”

The Black Panther seemed to consider Eliot for another moment, whipped its tail, and turned around, slipping silently back to the shadows. Eliot let out a breath he had not realized he was holding.

Eliot was just turning back around to face Christie when she kicked him square in the back. The young boy went flying across the room, landing sprawled on a mercifully soft leather couch. Eliot righted himself and swung around, his fists clenched in anger.

“Who do you think…” His righteous fury evaporated in a heartbeat.

Christie strode toward him, shedding her leather biker suit as she approached. Her predatory grace put the panther to shame. She moved with such confidence, pulling the leather from her body, revealing more of her stunning body with each deliberate step. Even in the minimal light, her luscious curves and astoundingly athletic build were a wonder to behold. With a wave of her hand, a solitary lamp next to the couch lit the room with a soft glow.

Eliot sat upright on the couch, trying to think of what to do. Christie saved him the trouble, reaching down and grabbing his tunic in her hands. Her tightly muscled arms tore the fabric from him with a single movement, letting the cool air of the room wash against his toned chest. Christie tossed the shredded cloth away and in a moment his trousers joined the pile of wrecked fabric. She had stripped him in a matter of seconds.

Christie grabbed Eliot’s wrist and yanked him up off of the couch and threw him onto the cold, unyielding surface of a nearby marble coffee table. Eliot shivered as the stone sucked the heat from his backside. In a flash, Christie was straddling his hips, staring down at him, her eyes as cold as the marble beneath him. Her long, slender fingers wrapped around Eliot’s stiffening member, stroking him to life and making him forget all about the cold stone beneath him.

“I want you to watch.” Christie’s voice was low and serene.

Christie positioned herself over Eliot’s hardened rod as it twitched in anticipation. Slowly, with maddening deliberateness, she lowered herself over Eliot’s stiff shaft.

“I want you to watch me take you into myself.” Christie’s voice was completely controlled, even as the head of Eliot’s organ sank past her nether lips. “I want you to watch as I mount your cock. Do you see it?”

“Y-yes…” Eliot whimpered, his eyes transfixed on the shameful spectacle. “I see it…I…feel it.”

“Almost there.” Christie spoke nonchalantly. Finally, the last inch of Eliot’s cock was consumed by her vessel. Christie closed her eyes, shifting her weight minutely as she savored the feeling of the boy’s manhood filling her. “There we are.”

While Christie’s manner was cold as ice, her womb was anything but. Eliot’s cock was wrapped within an astonishingly tight and gloriously warm world of carnal delight. Then Christie began constricting her inner muscles, and Eliot’s breath left him in a stunned cry.

“Oh….WOW!” Eliot gasped in shock. “How… Do that again!”

Christie’s lips twisted in a wicked grin as she tightened herself around Eliot, squeezing the boy’s rod with vicious zeal. Eliot bucked up into her, straining to bury his cock deeper into the marvelous warmth of her slit. He brought his hands up toward Christie’s breasts, but the assassin caught his wrists in her hands and forced them back down, pinning them against the table.

“Easy, boy.” Christie growled, her eyes burning with cold fire.

The silver haired woman began a slow rocking of her hips; first back and forth and then from side to side. Eliot’s shaft leaned and swayed within her canal, tantalizing sensations running through his cock and into his body.

“Oh…so…ahhhh!” Eliot moaned as Christie kept churning her hips against his groin.

“Time to get started, then.” His tormentor purred.

Christie leaned back, bracing her hands against Eliot’s shins and bringing her long legs up to either side of Eliot’s slim abdomen. Eliot’s shaft leaned back with her, forcing a breathy grunt from the boy. Christie’s hips began bouncing in earnest against his loins, the sweet friction of her inner flesh making Eliot’s groin alit with pleasure.

Eliot’s hands gripped Christie’s ankles at his sides, but she did nothing to stop him. Christie's hips rolled ceasely, pitching Eliot's cock this way and that. She gazed down at him over the swell of her robust breasts, her serpentine eyes studying his naked, squirming body with unadulterated lascivious intensity. He thrust up into her as best he could at the extraordinary angle she was mandating. Eliot quickly realized that he could do little, and that it was by Christie’s design. She was in complete control, and all he could do was hold on for the ride.

But what a ride it was.

“Christie! You’re so tight!” Eliot moaned. “Squeeze me again! Please, I want to feel you squeeze my…my cock again! Oh, GOD!!!”

Christie’s tunnel tightened down on him like a vice. Eliot whipped his head around in rapture, savoring the feel of her. He gazed up at her, watching with fascination as her large, firm orbs bounced with every stroke of her masterful hips. Eliot desperately wanted to hold those wondrous mounds of flesh in his hands. He sat up suddenly, hands reaching out to cup them. Christie’s hands shot from Eliot’s shins to his wrists, forcing them back down to the table just above his head.

“Nice try.” Christie’s voice was low and dangerous as she leaned over him. Her hips began slamming down onto his cock ever more violently, forcing the breath from Eliot’s lungs.

“I….Nnnnghhh!!! I’m sorry, Christie…ahhhh!!!” Eliot moaned, his head swimming with ecstasy as she pummeled his loins with pleasure.

“Don’t apologize!” Christie snapped, sneering down at him.

Eliot blinked. A light flashed into existence deep within his mind; a pure epiphany. He tore his wrists from Christie’s grip and in a flash his hands grasped her generous breasts, his fingers clamping down on them aggressively.

“Now that’s more like it.” Christie grinned savagely. “Let’s get serious.”

Christie grabbed Eliot’s head and pulled his face into her chest, mashing her large bosom against the boy’s eager lips. Eliot took her warm mounds into his mouth one after the other, suckling her erect nipples. Christie ran the fingers of her right hand through Eliot’s blond mop of hair as she moaned her approval of his tongue’s antics. He thrust up into Christie’s moist slit as she ground against him.

“Anything more, boy?” Christie snickered.

Eliot felt a wild heat rise up in his heart; pure ego taking over his thoughts. With a surge of fury, Eliot shoved Christie off of him, sending her to the floor. Eliot pounced on top of her, his smooth chest pressing flat against her soft, fleshy breasts, his hips between her spread legs. Eliot came up on one arm, and used his free hand to grab the back of Christie’s silver haired head.

“I want you to watch, woman.” Eliot hissed. “I want you to watch as I take you.”

Christie’s grin was pure malicious glee as she looked down to see Eliot’s cock plunge deeply into her intimate folds. Eliot’s hips became a blur of manic thrusting, his shaft surging into Christie’s tight canal in a lustful craze.

“Here! Hhhraaahhh!!!” Eliot growled, giving himself over to the beast raging within him. “Grraaggh! Do you see? Do you?”

Eliot’s testicles slapped loudly against the assassin’s taut butt. Christie’s long, smooth legs wrapped tightly around Eliot’s pounding buttocks, her powerful calves sliding over his flexed cheeks as she pulled him into her with every thrust. Eliot’s hands dug into Christie’s soft orbs like talons, as though the boy were claiming her flesh. Eliot’s mouth savaged the perfect mounds, nipping and sucking her nipples in a frenzy of lust.

“Oh, LORD!” Christie moaned loudly, her fingernails clawing up from Eliot’s pounding butt to his shoulder blades, leaving her mark along the length of the boy’s toned back. “Nnnnghh! Is…GOD!....is that the best you can do…boy?”

“DAMN YOU!” Eliot shocked himself with the vitriol that poured through his heart. “Arrgh! How DARE you!!!”

Eliot’s wiry arms knocked Christie’s legs off of his hips and he pulled back. He grabbed her knee in his hand and used the leverage to force the silver haired vixen onto her stomach. Eliot grasped Christie’s hips in both hands and pulled them up to meet his raging cock, slamming himself violently into her tight vessel with a resounding smack.

Christie shook as Eliot ravaged her from behind, his slim frame pounding her stunning body with savage ferocity. Her breasts swung beneath her straining body, sweat dripping down onto the floor as she held herself up on her hands and knees. Her mouth was open, her teeth barred in a feral grin, her eyes wide and crazed.

“AHHHH!!! Almost done…ohhh!!!...LITTLE BOY?” Christie hissed maniacally.

“SHUT UP!” Eliot roared in a strong voice that he would not have recognized as his own. His hands flew from the lush curves of Christie’s butt to her silver hair, his fingers digging into the shimmering tresses. His arms flexed, yanking her head back violently and forcing her hungry slit onto his implacable shaft.

“DON’T…” Eliot bellowed, his hips crashing into Christie.

“Nnnaaahh!!!” Her butt quivered as the boy’s loins rebounded.

“CALL…” His rod charged into her tight canal again.

“Shhhhaaaaa!!!” Christie’s teeth clenched together as she felt the hard mass of Eliot’s member sweep back out of her womb.

“ME…” Eliot’s loins glistened with Christie’s juices as he plunged into her.

“Ah! OHHH!!!” Christie drew in a deep breath, bracing herself as Eliot’s manhood slid out again, stroking her most sensitive area.

“KID!” Eliot threw himself into Christie’s body with every last ounce of his strength, wrenching Christie’s head back as his cock bludgeoned her vessel, their flesh meeting with the crack of a whip.

They came.

The young boy was washed away in a torrent of lustful ecstasy. Eliot’s eyes clamped shut and his roar of release tore from his lungs. His back arched, every muscle in his body constricting as his loins exploded, unleashing a deluge of hot seed that flooded into Christie’s sizzling womb.

Christie’s body convulsed, her climax ripping through her body from head to toe. Her inner muscles fastened around Eliot’s erupting cock, her own fluids flowing freely. Christie’s fingers tore the carpeting beneath her while she writhed, awash in pleasure as Eliot continued to buck and rut into her.

Their orgasm would not release them. Eliot and Christie’s loins were locked in a vicious spasm of conjoined bliss, their bodies forced to their limits, voices screaming out in excruciating ecstasy. Eliot’s eyes rolled over white as his cock was milked dry by the unremitting constrictions within Christie’s strong slit. Christie’s mind began to swim as the pleasure ripped apart her consciousness. The blond haired boy and voluptuous woman both collapsed, overcome.


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Eliot was woken by a warm tongue lapping his cheek.

“Christie…” Eliot murmured, his mind murky.

He opened his eyes to see the lean, furry face of the assassin’s panther leering over him. Eliot came fully awake instantly and scrambled away, backing up against the sofa. The panther stared at him quizzically, and then slipped away silently. Eliot sighed with relief and glanced behind him. Christie sat on the sofa, looking down at him silently.

Eliot stood up in front of her and returned her gaze, not saying a word. After a long while, he finally took a deep breath.

“Why?” Eliot asked.

Christie stood up slowly, gracefully, and moved to him. Her breasts lightly brushed his collar bone as she looked down into his clear eyes. Eliot held her gaze unflinchingly. There was a strange glimmer in Christie’s eyes that he could not identify until she nodded curtly and spoke.

“You’re worthy.” She said evenly.

Respect. That’s what it was. When she spoke, Christie did not smile, but the firm nod of approval she gave was warmer than a summer day.

“You’re worthy to meet Ryu Hayabusa.”


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Writer Commentary:


We hit the ground running in this chapter. Christie’s apartment is supposed to be the same as the one shown in her ending cinematic of DOA3, which comes complete with an awesome black panther! This whole scene is dedicated to every adolescent boy’s fantasy of making love with a gorgeous and confident older woman. Oh, wasn’t puberty fun?

Christie is totally dominant at first, and Eliot is overwhelmed by her aggressiveness. The entire Eliot Expansion Pack is a coming of age tale, and this is truly Eliot’s moment of crisis. In a strange way, Christie is really helping him claim his self-confidence and embrace his masculinity. She challenges him, and demands that he be assertive. She jeers and taunts him, forcing him to take a stand for himself and defending his maturity and self-respect. This has enormous rewards for them both, since Eliot really goes to town on her, and they both lose consciousness during their orgasm.

Christie tells Eliot that he is now worthy of meeting Ryu. Eliot has passed his trial by fire. Well, in this case the fire is actually extremely intense sex with a gorgeous femme fatale, but whatever.