Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses: Matching Pairs

He stood on the peak of a great mountain, the wind whipping at his cloak. The sky was red with the reflected glow of a thousand fires far below. His eyes were the same shimmering blood-red as untold power pulsed through his veins. He gazed down from his perch and watched as all the earth burned beneath his feet. His lips turned up in disgust as millions of voices cried out for mercy. Their voices soon turned to screams of anguish as the fire consumed them.

He laughed.


* * *


“No!” Ryu lurched upright in the bed, sweat pouring down his face. There was a whisper of movement and suddenly a glimmering katana blade was a hair’s breadth from his face.

“Move and you’re dead.” A low female voice snarled.

“Ya…Yasha?” Ryu blinked, his eyes focusing on the woman holding the blade.

Yasha Benikage stood at the foot of the bed, her right arm extended with her sword clutched firmly in her hand, pointing the tip at Ryu’s throat. Her pure white hair flowed down to her shoulders on either side of her head, and she wore silver mesh ninja armor, complete with shining gauntlets and boots.

“He’s awake!” Yasha called out.

Ryu remained motionless, his mind reeling as he gazed down the length of Yasha’s blade into her impassive eyes. He was quite certain she would kill him if he ignored her instruction. His eyes darted around the room and he instantly realized he was in the medical station. The equipment around him was different than he remembered from his physical with Anesthesia.

Anesthesia…

Ryu’s heart grew cold at the thought of the insane nurse. He could still hear her, laughing maniacally as she dominated him, riding him like a stallion. He could see her face, her dark eyes alit with a crazed passion as she finally let herself come, taking in Ryu’s seed as he came inside her. He remembered his complete and utter defeat.

“Are you working for her?” Ryu’s voice was hoarse, but his eyes were keen as he looked up at Yasha. “Has Anesthesia turned you, Yasha?”

“Quiet.” Yasha ordered calmly.

The door to the hidden lab slid open and for a moment Ryu felt true fear grip his heart. A tall dark-skinned woman in a lab coat walked in carrying a syringe in her hand. Ryu readied himself to spring, knowing Yasha would likely kill him, but willing to take the chance to end things for good.

“Ryu?” The woman in the lab coat spoke hesitantly. “It’s me, Ryu. It’s Lisa.”

“Lisa?” Ryu felt his shoulders slump with relief. “I… I thought you were…”

“I know, Ryu.” Lisa turned to Yasha. “Keep the sword on him while I take a sample.”

“What?” Ryu asked, looking from one woman to the other. “What is going on?”

“It’s for protection.” Lisa said apologetically. “I have to make sure that you are… well… you.”

Ryu remained still as Lisa inserted the syringe in his arm and drew blood. She deposited the crimson liquid into a small vile she produced from her pocket and shook it gently. The blood turned clear after a moment and Lisa exhaled loudly.

“It’s ok, Yasha.” Lisa nodded.

“I am sorry, Ryu.” Yasha lowered her blade. “But we could not take any chances.”

“What is wrong with me?” Ryu asked, his patience waning. “And where is Anesthesia?”

“Anesthesia is gone.” Lisa grimaced and moved to sit down on the bed next to him. “She fled the arena as soon as she was declared the winner. When we couldn’t wake you, I had commandeered the medical station here. We contacted Yasha immediately.”

“The vile nurse left no trail.” Yasha frowned. “She is as crafty as she is evil.”

“Tina…where is she?” Ryu asked. “I must apologize. I have failed her.”

“No, Ryu!” Lisa shook her head and laid a hand on Ryu’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault. Anesthesia used the accumulated data from your…uh… time with Lady X to practice specific counter-moves to your sexual techniques.”

“That is no excuse.” Ryu lowered his head in shame. “Knowledge of the carnal arts alone should not decide the victor. It is the warrior’s heart and courage that must win the day. In that, I failed.”

“But that’s just it, Ryu. You didn’t fail.” Lisa insisted. “Anesthesia’s counter-moves kept her fairly even with you for most of the match, but she never stood an honest chance of outlasting your ninja discipline. You came much faster than you ever have before. She did something to you, Ryu.”

“What?” He asked.

“Her lipstick was laced with some compound that I’m still analyzing.” Lisa explained. “I’m not certain how it works exactly, but it awoke a dormant property in your blood. The reaction caused you to loose control of yourself, letting Anesthesia fake you out.”

“What is in my blood that could cause this?” Ryu asked.

“I have a theory.” Lisa paused, clearly uneasy. “During our time tracking down information on the clones, Rachel told me about your adventures in the Vigoor Empire. She mentioned that a Greater Fiend named Doku placed a curse on you.”

“Yes.” Ryu nodded slowly, remembering that dark time. “His foul magic began transforming me into a Greater Fiend. It was only by destroying the Vigoor Emperor himself that I was saved from that terrible fate.”

“Rachel said that your skin began to take on a bluish tint, and that your eyes glowed red.” Lisa said softly.

“Indeed.” Ryu said.

Lisa reached over to a table next to the bed and grabbed a small mirror. She handed the mirror to Ryu, and he noticed her hand was shaking. He took it from her hand and gazed at his reflection.

“It cannot be.” Ryu shook his head.

Ryu’s eyes were no longer green, but a dark crimson that seemed to pulse brighter with every beat of his heart. Ryu dropped the mirror and looked at his bare arms, but they appeared tanned and healthy.

“Anesthesia has somehow reawakened the Fiend curse in your blood, but I think I have slowed the transformation.” Lisa squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

“But I will become a Fiend.” Ryu looked her in the eye.

“Unless we find a cure, yes.” Lisa nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

“How long do I have?” Ryu asked calmly.

“Days, perhaps weeks.” Lisa shrugged.

“Why did she do this?” Ryu shook his head, confused. “Why would Anesthesia wish to transform me into a Fiend?”

“She wasn’t just concerned with winning the match, Ryu.” Lisa brushed a lock of her dark hair back over her ear. “She specifically wanted you to come inside her, and awakening the curse not only made that easier to accomplish; it was vital to her ultimate goal.”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Immortality.” Yasha said simply

Lisa nodded nervously. “Ryu, I know this is difficult to take in, but I’ve run several tests over the last few days while you were unconscious. Your body is not just in prime physical condition, but there are absolutely no signs of ongoing aging. You can be injured, yes, but your body is constantly renewing itself. I did some calculations, and it seems that you stopped aging approximately the same time you were cursed by Doku.”

“The curse has given me immortality?” Ryu asked incredulously.

“The Fiends themselves are immortal beings.” Lisa explained, a spark of excitement in her eyes. “When you destroyed the Vigoor Emperor, you stopped the transformation but retained their agelessness. That’s why Anesthesia reawakened the curse; the only way for you to pass this immortality to another person is through an intense physical connection while the curse is alive and active in your blood. It’s a metaphysical and supernatural phenomenon, but making you come inside her was a key element somehow. That specific connection is required to transfer the curse’s effect.”

“The Vigoor Emperor is dead, and the Dark Dragon Blade was utterly destroyed.” Ryu frowned in thought. “The Greater Fiends are all dead. The curse should be powerless.”

“I can’t explain that one, Ryu.” Lisa admitted. “Maybe the battle with Beta-117 and Alpha-152 exposed you to the Dark Dragon Blade long enough to give Anesthesia’s compound a chance to reawaken the curse.”

“Or perhaps there are other Greater Fiends out there.” Yasha spoke up, her face grim.

Ryu did not like that idea at all. He remained silent for a moment and then turned to Lisa.

“Will Anesthesia become a Fiend?” Ryu asked, askance.

“No, no.” Lisa shook her head. “She would never risk turning herself into an ugly monster, vain as she is. Only the immortality can be given, not the curse itself, and only through an intense physical connection such as an orgasm and even then only while the curse is active. Complicated, sure, but Anesthesia planned this out very carefully.”

“And she is gone without a trace.” Ryu nodded solemnly. “It seems she has won.”

“Not if we have anything to say about it.” Lisa shook her head and Yasha smiled. “Anesthesia can’t be tracked, but she can be trapped.”

“How?” Ryu sat up straight.

“Tina and Dixie are railing against the Rumble Roses XXX management. They’ve made it widely known that Anesthesia cheated, and the board of directors has already nullified the outcome of the match.” Lisa gave him a brave smile. “Your record is still perfect, Ryu. They did not declare you the winner, but still…”

“I appreciate Tina and Dixie’s efforts.” Ryu said. “But how does this trap Anesthesia?”

“Thanks to Tina and Dixie, the entire Rumble Roses XXX league is threatening to quit unless this scandal is resolved. They’re out right now rallying support. They even let Miss Spencer loose on the regulations and legal materials.” Lisa spoke excitedly.

“Miss Spencer?” Ryu blinked.

“She might be a little awkward in personal exchanges, but she has a brilliant methodical mind.” Lisa grinned. “She studied every piece of literature regarding rules and regulations in a matter of hours! She, Tina and Dixie confronted the Rumble Roses XXX board with an air-tight case.”

“The board immediately agreed to freeze the transfer of Anesthesia’s winnings.” Yasha interjected.

“She isn’t receiving a dime. The equipment she used to manufacture the curse-awakening compound was enormously expensive. Ever since the collapse of the Epsilon Project, I’m not even sure how she managed to survive. Even if immortality was her ultimate goal, Anesthesia needs money to do anything… like fleeing the country.”

“She cannot be far.” Yasha nodded.

“The only way Anesthesia can get her money is through a rematch.” Lisa explained.

“I would only lose to her again.” Ryu curled his hands into fists. He felt helpless.

“She wouldn’t show up anyway.” Lisa waved away his concern. “Miss Spencer found that a proxy-match is allowed to determine a winner. Anesthesia’s proxy girls are already down at the arena ready for the match.”

“They?” Ryu asked.

“I fear that these girls have been manipulated by Anesthesia just as Miss Spencer was.” Lisa sighed. “You have faced them before, I’m afraid. Ryu, they’re Aigle and Makoto Aihara.”

Ryu’s heart turned cold in his chest. Makoto and Aigle had been earnest, honorable opponents. They both had pure, honest souls. He could not stomach the thought of Anesthesia twisting their innocent minds into obscene mockery.

“I must go face them.” Ryu made to get up but Lisa placed a hand on his chest.

“No you don’t, Ryu.” Lisa shook her head. “You would win, no doubt, but the strain of another orgasm might accelerate the transformation. Even if you managed to bring them out of Anesthesia’s mind-washing, I can’t have you turning into a Greater Fiend and slaughtering them and the entire audience.”

Ryu could not argue with her reasoning. “Then who will go in my stead?”

“We have that covered.” Lisa smiled confidently. “It’s going be one hell of a show.”


* * *


“Representing Anesthesia… The Black Belt Demon and Great Kahn!” The announcer woman’s voice boomed out over the crowded arena. “The Naughty Empire!!!”

Aigle and Makoto strutted down the walkway to the ring, sneering arrogantly at the throngs of onlookers filling the enormous room. Makoto, the Black Belt Demon, wore an ornate kimono, complete with decorative ribbons and chopsticks in her dark hair; her eyes shone with vain pride. Aigle was dressed in a bikini styled from tanned leather, her face stoic and haughty.

“I’m bored!” Makoto complained loudly. “Where’s the ninja?”

“Great Kahn crush ninja!” Aigle pumped her fist in the air. “Great Kahn make ninja come hard!”

“Shut up with the Great Kahn crap, Aigle!” Makoto sniffed derisively. “Like anybody cares!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The announcer cut off Aigle before she could retort. “Representing the Dragon Ninja… Tidal Wave!!!”

Hitomi and Leifang rushed forward. The German girl vaulted over the ropes, landing in a classic Karate stance wearing her white sparring robes and black belt. Leifang moved like water, gliding through the ropes effortlessly to stand next to Hitomi. The Chinese girl wore a long flowing dress, and her hair was braided in elegant hoops behind her ears.

“Great Kahn crush puny girls!” Aigle declared loudly, her ponytails whipping around as she gestured violently.

“I’m going to mop the floor with both of you!” Makoto snarled.

“Spare us the monologue!” Hitomi shot back.

“We know Anesthesia has brainwashed you.” Leifang spoke calmly. “Please, fight it!”

“Great Kahn and Black Belt Demon make puny girls cry for mercy!” Aigle threatened.

“Aigle, please.” Leifang pleaded.

“Two flat-chested ditzes are no match for us!” Makoto sneered, tossing off her kimono. The crowd gasped in delight at the sight of her creamy skin catching the lights.

“Ok, ist das es!” Hitomi untied her black belt and shrugged off her white robe. The audience whistled at the German girl’s lithe naked body. She placed her hands on her slender hips and stuck out her chest. “Come on, Leifang! We’ll knock some sense back into them!”

“Very well.” Leifang sighed as she stripped, revealing her lean athletic body. Several men shouted compliments, a few of which caused Leifang’s cheeks to redden.

“Now sex!” Aigle nodded eagerly, tearing away her clothes and letting her tanned body draw more declarations of admiration from the excited crowd.

“You take the judo girl.” Hitomi said to Leifang. “The tyrant wannabe is mine!”

Leifang and Hitomi moved in while Aigle and Makoto strode up to meet them in the center of the ring.

Aigle threw a powerful punch at Hitomi’s jaw, but she deftly blocked the blow with her forearm. Hitomi’s right leg kicked out, striking the inside of both of Aigle’s knees in quick succession, forcing the Mongolian girl’s legs apart. Hitomi reached down, grabbing Aigle between the legs.

“Insolence! Ahhhh!” Aigle gasped, feeling Hitomi’s slender hand aggressively massage her nether regions. Aigle retaliated, reaching out with both hands to grope Hitomi’s firm breasts.

“Mmmm!” Hitomi swallowed a moan, somewhat surprised by Aigle’s strong grip.

Leifang spun around behind Makoto, easily dodging a kick, and grabbed the Japanese judo champion from behind, wrapping her right arm across Makoto’s collarbone. Leifang’s left arm snaked down around in front of Makoto, finding her clitoris, and began stroking the sensitive nub with subtle movements of her fingers.

“Ooooh! You can’t…Ah!” Makoto groaned in protest. She reared back, rubbing her bare butt against Leifang’s own nether regions.

“So it…mmm…begins. Oh!” Leifang cooed into Makoto’s ear as the other girl’s firm butt moved up and down against her clit.

Hitomi and Aigle toppled to the canvas, struggling to gain dominance over each other. Aigle forced Hitomi onto her back and straddled her, forcing three fingers into the German girl’s tight slit. Hitomi squealed with pleasure, writhing beneath Aigle as her fingers wriggled inside her. Hitomi reached up and gave her the same with her right hand, twirling her thumb around Aigle’s clit while her fingers danced inside her hot sheath.

“Uuuunghh!” Aigle gasped for breath, leering down at Hitomi. “Great Kahn make Hitomi come! Hitomi lose!”

“Aaaarghhh!” Hitomi moaned, baring her teeth at Aigle. “I don’t think so, Aigle! Oooh! How about some more fingers?!”

“AHHHH!” Aigle screamed as Hitomi’s remaining two fingers squeezed in between her nether lips.

Makoto managed to knock Leifang onto her back and immediately turned and pounced on the Chinese girl, wrapping her arms and legs around her in a bear hug. Leifang took a deep breath, feeling Makoto’s breasts rub against her own firm mounds.

“You ready to lose, Leifang?” Makoto’s lips twisted in a wicked grin. She brought her lean thigh up between Leifang’s legs, rubbing her smooth skin against Leifang’s tender folds.

“Ooooh! Oh my!” Leifang’s eyes went wide as pleasure flowed up her body as Makoto moved against her. She shook her head, clearing her mind, and brought her own thigh up to rub Makoto’s sensitive cleft. “I cannot deny you the same courtesy….aaahh!”

“Nnngh!” Makoto grunted, fighting against the pleasure. “Oooh! No…I…oh god!”

The crowd cheered, watching intently as the two pairs of girls writhed in the ring, their slender young bodies rubbing together while their beautiful voices squealed with cries of pleasure. Hitomi and Aigle grunted, their vocalizations growing more guttural as they fingered each other mercilessly, their tanned skin dripping with sweat. Makoto and Leifang undulated against each other, moaning with pleasure as their efforts grew more intense, their creamy skin glistening.

“Great Kahn not come!” Aigle shook her head, whipping her two braids around crazily as she tried to deny the incredible sensations Hitomi’s skilled fingers were creating inside her.

“Yes you are! Mmmm!” Hitomi leaned up, smothering Aigle’s breasts with her mouth, alternating between them, suckling the Mongolian girl’s aroused nipples. She rolled, bringing Aigle underneath her, stilling licking Aigle’s breasts while obstinately fingering her. “Mmmm!”

“Oooooh!” Aigle shuddered before driving her fingers deeper inside Hitomi’s tight vessel.

“You’re pathetic, Leifang! Oh…oh, GOD!” Makoto’s snide tone gave way to a passionate moan as her obvious arousal flowed down between her legs over Leifang’s relentless thigh. Makoto shoved her own thigh up against Leifang’s moist slit, forcing a pleasured cry from her lips.

“Oh, Makoto! Aaah! You must come! You must come to your senses! Nnnghaa!” Leifang’s voice was thick with passion, her eyes determined. She reached up and pulled Makoto down into a deep kiss, forcing her tongue into the Japanese girl’s mouth.

“Nnnmmm!” Makoto’s muffled protest soon ended, and her tongue began wrestling with Leifang’s as their kiss intensified.

“Makoto is going to come any second now…aaaahhh!” Hitomi gave Aigle a sweaty grin, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips and Aigle’s right breast. She sucked in a sharp breath as Aigle’s fingers twirled around inside her. “You….aaahh…. should go first!”

“Great Kahn must….not…fail!” Aigle’s voice shook with ecstasy, her eyes staring blankly as Hitomi’s fingers worked wonders between her slender legs. “Ooooh…must…not…come…Aaaaah!”

“Come on, Aigle!” Hitomi shouted, sweat pouring down her face. Her arm was beginning to tire. “Snap out of it…aaah…and come!”

Leifang’s hands roamed down Makoto’s back and grasped her firm butt. Makoto moaned into their kiss as Leifang began squeezing her toned gluteus muscles. Both girls let their tongues dance together in their mouths, tasting one another as they humped each other’s thighs ceaselessly.

Aigle let out a sharp cry and Leifang noticed Makoto instantly tensed against her, clearly aroused by Aigle’s aroused voice. Leifang broke their kiss just long enough to shout to Hitomi.

“You must…mmm…make her scream, Hitomi!” Leifang instructed before returning to Makoto’s soft lips.

“Can do!” Hitomi nodded, trying to keep her voice from squeaking from Aigle’s enthusiastic fingers. The German girl began twisting her hand, churning her fingers inside Aigle’s wet sheath. Hitomi’s thumb flicked against the nub of her clit and Aigle’s back arched off the canvas.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” Aigle screamed, her eyes wide.

“Mmmmmm!!!” Makoto moaned into Leifang’s mouth and began thrusting her hips against her faster than ever.

“Ach, komm!” Hitomi shouted, her arm driving wildly between Aigle’s legs. “Makoto wants to hear you come, Aigle! Come for her!”

“MAKOTO!!!” Aigle wailed, her hand slipping from Hitomi’s womanhood. Her arms flailed madly as she shook in orgasm, her vessel squeezing down on Hitomi’s fingers.

“AIGLE!!!” Makoto screamed, breaking her kiss with Leifang and arching her back. She ground her hips against Leifang’s thigh as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Aigle’s eyes rolled back for a moment, and as her orgasm diffused throughout her body, she glanced up at Hitomi with confusion.

“Hitomi?” Aigle asked, blinking.

“Yeah.” Hitomi grinned. “You back to normal, Aigle?”

“Yes.” Aigle nodded. “Thought this was dream!”

“Leifang?” Makoto murmured, shaking her head as if waking from a deep dream. “Was this really happening?”

“You remember what happened?” Leifang asked, sitting up beside Makoto.

“Like a waking dream I had no control over.” Makoto explained, glancing over to Aigle. “Are you all right, Aigle?”

“Yes.” Aigle assured her, smiling. “Hitomi and Leifang saved us.”

“Indeed they have.” Makoto nodded, giving Leifang a warm smile.

“You can thank us later.” Hitomi returned their smile. “But right now we have to finish off this match and regroup with the others.”

“I have an idea.” Makoto said, blushing fiercely.

The crowd had begun to stir impatiently, but they immediately quieted down as the four girls laid down on their sides, forming a complete circle on the canvas. Makoto scooted forward, placing her head between Leifang’s thighs. Leifang buried her face between Aigle’s slender legs, while Aigle’s eager lips found their way between Hitomi’s toned thighs. Hitomi completed the circuit by placing her brown haired head between Makoto’s creamy thighs. Four dexterous tongues darted out, slipping between four pairs of moist nether lips.

“MMMMM!!!” The girls all moaned together as they each began licking one another’s intimate folds of soft flesh.

Aigle’s tongue lapped at Leifang’s sensitive clit, bringing a startled gasp to the Chinese girl’s lips, but her cry was muffled by Makoto’s glistening slit. Makoto felt Leifang’s lips quiver against her tender folds and could not help but let out a pleasured squeak into Hitomi’s wet folds. Hitomi shuddered blissfully, gently nibbling on Aigle’s aroused clit. Pleasure coursed up through Aigle’s body, inspiring her as she continued suckling Leifang’s womanhood.

The circuit of pleasure spiraled out of control. Each girl was spurred on by every lick of another’s tender tongue and the taste of each other’s arousal. Their hands grasped their own youthful breasts, feeling themselves as they serviced each other. Minutes flew by unnoticed as Aigle, Hitomi, Makoto and Leifang lay together, their young nubile bodies forming a squirming circle of decadent splendor.

No words were spoken, yet the four girls brought each other to a toe-curling orgasm in perfect sync. Each vixen screamed her ecstasy into the quivering nether lips of the next, intensifying their climax to new heights.

Slowly, almost painfully, the girls crawled together in the center of the ring. Leifang and Makoto lay next to each other on their backs while Aigle and Hitomi crawled to lay over them. The four girls embraced, giggling with equal parts delight and exhausted delirium. The arena erupted in applause as the crowd leapt to their feet.

“A group hug?” Hitomi grinned ironically, rubbing noses with Leifang. “How corny is that?”

“That was…” Makoto sighed blissfully before leaning up and kissing Aigle lightly on the lips. “That was remarkable.”

“Hitomi and Leifang good!” Aigle nodded earnestly, giving Hitomi a hearty slap on the butt.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Aigle.” Hitomi grinned and slapped Aigle’s firm butt in return.

“Aigle, do you remember the nurse?” Makoto asked, her eyes quite serious.

“Yes.” Aigle nodded. “Aigle remembers everything.”

“As do I.” Makoto concurred. “Leifang, you must take us to the Dragon Ninja. He will have many questions, I am certain.”

“That was our goal.” Leifang smiled warmly and leaned over to kiss Makoto with gentle affection.

“And after that…” Hitomi licked her lips, giving Aigle a wink. “….well, I think you two deserve a rematch against Leifang and me. How about we switch partners?”

“I look forward to that, Hitomi.” Makoto smiled brightly.

“Leifang and I do sex?” Aigle asked excitedly.

“It shall be my pleasure, Aigle.” Leifang grinned.

The four girls got to their feet and joined hands, facing the ecstatic crowd. They took a deep bow, drawing even louder whistles from the spectators behind them as they bent over. Blushing, the girls waved to their adoring fans, letting the applause wash over them.

“Mein gott, I’m so used to sex AFTER the show. I can’t believe they would pay us money for this every night.” Hitomi giggled. “Leifang, we should have joined Rumble Roses XXX ages ago!”