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Ninja Gaiden Koibito	By : Tycho Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 202667 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ninja Quest: Freedom Survivors

Ryu’s return was not an easy one. The fifth DOATEC tournament was a crucible for all involved. Utter disaster had been a very near thing, and it was Ryu’s first love, Kasumi, who managed victory against the returned clone Alpha-152.
Now Ryu stood on the deck of the enormous cruise liner Freedom Survivor watching her walk away. Kasumi intended to find the villain Victor Donovan and bring him to justice. Though he stood stoically, Ryu wanted desperately to join her. No doubt Hayate and Ayane, standing beside him, both felt the same. And yet they stood fast, knowing that this quest was Kasumi’s alone to finish. Ryu, Hayate and Ayane all knew something of vengeance, and understood the importance. It did not make watching her depart in the helicopter any easier.
“What now?” Ayane asked, glancing between Hayate and Ryu.
“Fujiko and Lisa requested my presence at the Rumble Roses facility.” Hayate said, looking to Ryu. “I am sure Tina would like to see you.”
“Not yet.” Ryu shook his head. The tension between Hayate and Ryu had eased back into their old friendship during the last weeks. Hayate and Ayane’s taboo joining was a settled matter in the past. It was good to have his friend back. “There is someone I must find.”
Ryu turned and looked up to the observation deck high above them, his keen eyes spotting Helena Douglas watching Kasumi’s helicopter depart toward the horizon.
* * *

Helena reclined onto her back on the extravagant bed in her private cabin, her velvety legs spreading wide as Ryu climbed on top of her. Reaching down, Ryu guided his hard member into the French beauty, taking a deep breath as her soft, wet flesh enveloped him.
“Oui, mon amour!” Helena gasped in delight, her bare breasts pressing against Ryu’s solid chest. “Oh, I have needed this.”
Ryu began, working his body on Helena’s voluptuous form with complete focus and precision. So forceful were his thrusts that Helena found herself coming before she knew what was happening. Her vessel convulsed, squeezing down on Ryu’s shaft as it pumped inside her.
“Ungh…” Ryu grunted, watching Helena’s face as her orgasm continued unabated; the Dragon Essence keeping her in perpetual climax. The sensations lavished on his cock were incredible, and Ryu increased his pace, thrusting his cock into Helena’s womanhood as it continued to constrict around him. Helena arched her back and her magnificent breasts heaved, jiggling back and forth as Ryu’s hips slammed into her.
“Oui! Oh, OUI!” Helena screamed, her eyes wide as she languished in orgasm while Ryu plowed relentlessly between her thighs. Her entire body shivered as Ryu’s hard, thick manhood drove deep within her, keeping the waves of pleasure flowing through her again and again. All the pain and suffering, all the terror of the tournament was washed away under this deluge of ecstasy.
Ayane stood guard at the door, watching with a slight smirk, as Ryu ravished the Douglas heiress. Ryu had always been a confident, masterfully skilled lover, but Ayane could see that he had indeed been changed by his mysterious rendezvous with Bayonetta. Though she had not thought it possible, Ryu’s sensual skills were somehow far more refined than any Ayane had ever seen. Though her tryst with Hayate had certainly sated her long-unfulfilled lust for her half-brother, Ayane was now certain that even a base animal attraction to Hayate would pale in comparison to what she was feeling for Ryu as he played Helena’s ongoing orgasm as a virtuoso violinist plays a concerto. Ryu and Hayate were both masters of sex, but it seemed Ryu had surpassed limits that Ayane never even knew existed.
It took all Ayane’s shinier discipline to hold back from joining Helena and Ryu on that bed.
Ryu sank to the hilt inside Helena as his own orgasm ignited in his loins. He pulled Helena’s beautiful face up to his in a deep kiss as his seed pumped forcefully deep inside her sheath. Helena moaned, feeling her climax joining with Ryu’s to fulfill the Dragon Essence. The renewing energy filled her, banishing the last of her sorrows in its wake. Their bodies quivered together for a long moment, and Helena held tight to Ryu for a long while after, letting the warmth of their love permeate them both.
“Was I your first since your return?” Helena asked softly, stroking the back of Ryu’s head as he gazed down at her.
He nodded.
“I wondered.” Helena smiled. “You took me as a man takes water after crossing a desert. That is not, however, a complaint.” She hesitated for a moment. “But why haven’t you been with Kasumi, Rachel, Reiko…” She looked over to the violet haired kunoichi. “Or Ayane?”
“I desired nothing more.” Ryu sighed deeply as Helena’s slender fingers raked through his thick hair. “With Donovan’s return, Rachel insisted on guarding Reiko and the children in a secure, remote location. The return of her clones and Donovan deeply unsettled Kasumi… she…”
“An evil clone and madman can certainly kill the mood.” Helena nodded. “But Kasumi will deal with her demons, Ryu.” She raised her voice toward Ayane. “But that doesn’t mean you should wait. Join us, my dear?”
“Not while I am on duty. I will have my share of Ryu’s attention, Helena.” Ayane managed to keep a straight face, but her eyes gleamed. “I won’t have one of Donovan’s agents disturbing you.”
Suddenly the cabin door opened and Christie strode in, a sly smile curling her lips as she saw Helena and Ryu on the bed.
“Speaking of Donovan’s agents.” Christie made a lavish bow, a sly grin on her lips. “Or rather: double-agent.”
Christie had once again played her part as Donovan’s assassin. The villainous Donovan still had no idea that Christie’s true loyalties had switched long ago. Clearly he had not viewed any of the Rumble Roses XXX coverage.
“Christie,” Ayane nodded curtly.
Christie gave her a wink and crossed over to the bed, sitting down beside Ryu and Helena and giving Ryu a sharp slap on the butt.
“Ow!” She shook her hand. “Still hard as a rock, Ryu.”
Ryu withdrew from Helena and they both sat up, neither attempting to cover themselves. Each of the four people in the room had had sex with each other more times than any of them could recount. Modesty was pointless between them.
“I got your call, Helena.” Christie said, casually caressing Helena’s thigh affectionately. “I’m still keeping track of the remnants of Donovan’s organization and maintaining my cover, which isn’t getting any easier. I’m guessing you didn’t call me here for a quickie with the ninjas? I take it this is important? Not that sex with Ryu and Ayane isn’t important, mind you.”
“I requested your presence.” Ryu said, eyeing a bruise on Christie’s cheek, doubtlessly received during her recent fights. “How long since you bedded Bayman or Leon?”
“I, uh…” Christie actually seemed taken aback, not by the question but that Ryu would ask it. “Not since before this last tournament started, I couldn’t risk breaking cover.”
“Then first I must take you.” Ryu said flatly, his cock standing tall and straight from his groin.
Christie blinked in abject surprise for a moment before stuttering a response. “R-right, then.”

* * *

“My GOD!” Christie wailed, clinging to the bedpost as Ryu pounded into her from behind. His testicles slapped up against her clit, sending sharp pulses of pleasure up through her core. Helena and Ayane sat beside the bed, sipping tea and watching contently. The silver-haired assassin’s body was riddled with several deep bruises, and one or two fairly serious burns across her back with which Ryu was skillfully avoiding contact.
Christie had tried to assert herself, to give as good as she got, but this did not seem like the same Ryu she had bedded before. The sex master that had managed to engage twenty women simultaneously in the Rumble Royale was a rank amateur compared to this sexual deity now thrusting his divine cock into her tight slit with unparalleled power and skill.
For the first time in her long and impressive sexual history, Christie was simply holding on for dear life.
“Ungha! YES! Oh, BLOODY HELL!!! YES!!!!”
It was only the power of the Dragon Essence that kept her conscious through her orgasm. Ryu poured his seed into her, his hands groping her full breasts as her entire body shook in violent spasms. Helena looked on in awe as every bruise and burn faded from Christie’s body, leaving her in perfect condition.
“What the devil did that witch do to you, Ryu?” Christie grinned, sweat pouring down her face from the intense pleasure. Ryu gently caressed her healed back and then dismounted her. Christie took some comfort seeing sweat trickle down his chiseled chest. Ryu was still a man after all, and Christie never disappointed her man. Or woman. “That was intense, even for you. What was it you wanted to see me about, aside from healing my body while simultaneously humbling me in bed?”
“You found a CIA agent for me once.” Ryu said, his expression serious, though in truth he felt much better after being with Helena and Christie again. “I need you to find her again.”
“This is about the Dragon Essence,” Helena nodded in understanding. “That’s why you were so quick to… do what you did.”
“Indeed.” Ryu nodded, turning back to Christie. “Can you find her?”
“Of course.” Christie shrugged. “I’ll send you her coordinates as soon as I have them.”
“Thank you,” Ryu pulled Christie into a kiss that took the assassin by surprise but her body instantly relaxed as she savored the moment. Then he was on his feet, pulling Helena into a passionate embrace before grabbing his gear and heading out the door with Ayane following quickly behind.
“I’ve never seen him this driven before.” Helena grabbed a folding fan from the nightstand next to her bed and began quickly wafting cool air over her blushed cheeks.
“He tell you anything?” Christie asked, her heart still pounding with excitement.
“Only that the Dragon Essence requires a recharge now and then.” Helena shrugged.
“That was the only thing that kept me alive through the oil rig explosion.” Christie nodded. “Though I wondered why the wounds weren’t healing as quickly. Obviously my tank of sex-magic was running low. So that’s why he jumped me so quick. Still the same honorable Ryu Hayabusa.”
“Honorable and noble and wonderful, yes.” Helena nodded, but her eyes narrowed. “But he is… different. He seems older somehow. Not physically, though. Something in his eyes, as though he’s seen… more. Oh, I don’t even know what I mean.”
“One thing is for sure; there’s a CIA agent out there who is going to have one hell of debriefing.” Christie grinned as she moved behind Helena and pressed her large breasts against the French woman’s back. Christie then reached around to gently massage Helena’s full mounds.
“Christie,” Helena giggled in spite of herself. “Should you not be finding that CIA agent for Ryu?”
“I gave the coordinates to the chopper pilot the minute we set down.” Christie whispered into her ear. “I always keep track of my… acquaintances in the CIA, and I knew you wouldn’t have summoned me unless someone asked you to.”
“Clever as ever.” Helena cooed, leaning back against Christie as the assassin’s skilled fingers kneaded her breasts with delicate care. “You should get back to work, you know.”
“Yes, I know.” Christie took Helena’s right earlobe between her teeth, nibbling tenderly. A soft moan escaped Helena’s lips.
“Well, as long as you’re here…” Helena trailed off as Christie’s tongue trailed down her slender neck.

* * *

Several memorable hours later, Christie was relaxing in the suite’s hot tub. Helena had been called away to take a business call from Zack; something to do with the upcoming season of Rumble Roses XXX. Despite being interrupted during a particularly lively cunnilingus, Christie had to admire Zack’s indomitable entrepreneurial spirit. Even after the madness of the past weeks, he fell back into the groove without a moment’s hesitation.
Christie shifted herself around, trying to line up one of the water jets between her… oh, that was the spot!
“Mmmm…” She smiled to herself as the current of hot water pelted her sensitive flesh under the bubbling surface.
“Still the horny old woman.” A voice chided.
Christie was on her feet and in a She Quan combat stance in the blink of an eye. A man stood in the doorway, and it took a long moment for Christie’s mind to accept who it was, but she lowered her guard.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Eliot said, stepping into the room.
“Oh yes you did.” Christie rolled her eyes, but a sly smile played at the corner of her mouth. Eliot was still a couple of inches shorter than she was, but the boy had grown. He was a young man now, by any measure. His once slender frame had filled out with muscle. Eliot was no hulking muscle-man like Bayman, but he was well on his way to the toned musculature of Jann Lee. “And what was that you called me?”
“Horny,” Eliot grinned easily.
“Well obviously that,” Christie chuckled. “But I distinctly recall hearing ‘old’ in there somewhere.”
“You’re holding up just fine I’d say.” Eliot said, his eyes taking in Christie’s naked body, dripping wet as the stood in the hot tub.
“Very kind of you,” She frowned in thought for a moment. “Is Hitomi with you?”
“Helena set us up with our own cabin,” he explained. “Hitomi is there with Leifang and Jann Lee.”
“So the DOATEC champion is banging them both right now?” Christie teased.
“The girls thought he deserved a real celebration.” Eliot shrugged. “Works for me.”
“Does that make me a consolation prize?” Christie lowered herself back down into the hot tub, provocatively spreading her legs as she did so.
“I just wanted to drop by to say hello.” Eliot only just managed to keep a straight face. “And you immediately assume I’m here for sex. See why I called you horny?”
“Just shut up and come here.” Christie said, her eyes smoldering with desire.
Eliot pulled off his clothes and Christie could not help but nod in approval. The Dragon Essence certainly was keeping his body at its peak potential. He pulled off his undergarments before stepping into the hot tub, and Christie grinned as she saw the boy’s prominent erection. She reached up and curled her slender fingers around his shaft, her eyebrows raised as she appraised his size. Eliot’s heart pounded in his chest as he saw the approval in Christie’s cat-like eyes.
“You really have grown, my boy.”
“Don’t call me a boy.” Eliot descended on her with a decisiveness that would have shocked his younger self. Hitomi was the love of his life, but in some ways it was Christie that had ushered him into manhood. It was time to show his gratitude for that.
Pulling her lips to his in a lustful kiss, Eliot plunged his hard cock straight into Christie’s tight slit with one thrust of his hips. His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her naked body against his as the hot tub bubbled around them. He began thrusting in earnest, steaming water splashing over the edge of the tub as their submerged bodies thrashed together. Only their heads remained above water, mouths working hungrily together while hands roamed over their naked skin beneath the surface.
“Oh… oh you really are a big boy now.” Christie teased him, feeling Eliot’s throbbing cock pumping deep inside her.
“And you’re still pretty tight for an old grey-haired woman.” Eliot shot back.
“Oi!” Christie shouted, suddenly rolling Eliot beneath her and leering down at him. “I’m silver-haired.”
She rode him hard, her large breasts bouncing freely as steam wafted up around her lithe torso. Eliot reached up, groping them with his strong hands. He leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, letting Christie take over. No woman could ride a man quite like she did, and the gleam of unbridled lust in her predatory eyes made it all the better. He saw her reach down behind her and then his back was arching in pleasure as she grabbed his sac in a firm grip, playing with his testicles while she bounced on his cock. He tweaked her nipples in retaliation, and she increased her tempo, sending water splashing wildly over the sides onto the tiled floor.
Christie brought them to orgasm with a few masterful twists of her hips, bringing a deluge of Eliot’s seed up into her. His fingers dug into her breasts as he bucked up into her with each excruciatingly pleasurable ejaculation. It felt like he was pouring his entire soul into Christie’s lithe body. For her part, Christie arched her back, savoring each hot spurt of the young man’s liquid essence pelting her depths. They both shivered with ecstasy, riding it out together.
“That was amazing.” Eliot gasped, grinning up at Christie with that same boyish enthusiasm Christie remembered fondly.
“I’m just getting started.” Christie said, moving off of him. Eliot followed her gestured instruction to sit on the broad edge of the hot tub, his member twitching eagerly up at Christie as she kneeled in the water between his legs. “Here’s a little something no man should go without.”
“Hey, you called me a ma—aaaaahhh!!!” Eliot’s pleased realization quickly turned into a howl of ecstasy as Christie took his entire length into her hot, moist mouth. Her tongue slid around his shaft, and the suction she applied to the head of his cock made Eliot’s eyes roll back in his head for a moment. “Oh… oh, CHRISTIE!!!”
She would have smiled if her mouth hadn’t been occupied ravishing the gloriously hard length of Eliot’s member. She cupped Eliot’s testicles, one in each hand and began working them in concert with her tongue and lip ministrations. The combined stimulus overwhelmed Eliot, and he grasped Christie’s hair with both hands, his entire body shaking with pleasure as she lavished his cock with untamed passion. Then he looked down and saw her eyes watching him, watching his every strained facial expression as she pleasured him. The look of total dominance in her eyes was perhaps the most erotic thing Eliot could imagine in that moment, and his loins blossomed in orgasm. Christie consumed his eruption, sucking eagerly each successive burst of hot, potent seed from Eliot’s pulsating cock.
Eliot had never experienced the perpetual orgasm of the Dragon Essence before, and he would never forget this first time; his entire body shaking as he continued to pour himself into Christie’s insatiable mouth, her lips fastened tight around him. She watched his handsome young face contorting in ecstasy as she drank greedily from his erupting cock. By the time she mounted him, he was mad with pleasure. Grasping her shapely butt in his hands, Eliot carried Christie from the tub to a full-length mirror next to the sink, each step accompanied by another ejaculation inside Christie’s sheath. It was all he could do to stay on his feet, so intense was his ongoing orgasm. He pressed her back up against the fogged glass of the mirror. Her long legs wrapped tightly around the small of his back and Eliot’s calves flexed powerfully as he drove up into her again and again. His thrusting cock continued filling her with his seed, and the combined friction of his shaft with the continual ejaculations pushed Christie to the brink and beyond.
Christie came screaming, her fingers clawing at Eliot’s back. Their orgasms satiating the Dragon Essence, they slid down to the tiled floor, minds reeling in the wake of their lust.
“Yes that’s… not a bad start.” Christie grinned, seeing Eliot nodding enthusiastically.

* * *

Jann Lee tossed Hitomi onto the coffee table, burying his face between her spread legs and plunging his tongue deep into her velvety folds.
“Oh ja! JA!” The girl squealed in German, running her hands over her face as the pleasure throbbed in her core. “Essen Sie mich raus! You beast! You have to teach Eliot that one!”
Jann Lee winked at her from between her slender thighs. “You can’t expect me to teach him all my secrets.”
“You’re such a show off! I don’t know how Leifang puts up with you!” Hitomi giggled. Then Jann Lee’s tongue lapped over her clitoris and her breath left her in a long moan of ecstasy. “Nnnnghaa! Well, there is that.”
Reaching down to grab either side of Jann Lee’s head, Hitomi coaxed him to climb on top of her. “Put it inside me already, you jerk!”
“Take it easy, you bossy little brat. I’ll never figure out what Eliot sees in you.” Jann Lee chuckled. His long shaft parted Hitomi’s nether lips, filling her in a smooth, fluid motion. “Ungh!” Jann Lee grunted, feeling Hitomi’s sheath squeeze tight around his member. “Yeah, never mind. I think I know why he puts up with you.”
Hitomi hissed between her teeth, savoring the feel of Jann Lee’s unbelievably toned body pressing down on her. He was a masterwork of fitness, his abs perfectly defined, his arms rippling with muscle. Eliot had filled in his frame quite well training along side Jann Lee over the past couple of years, and the more he began resembling his older mentor, the more irresistible Hitomi found him, but Eliot still had ways to go to match Jann Lee's physique. Hitomi loved Eliot dearly, but having a physical specimen like Jann Lee pounding into her was scratching a very primal itch for the lithe German girl. Besides, Leifang had been summoned to meet with Helena and Kokoro, leaving Hitomi and Jann Lee alone. She didn’t mind, and she was pretty sure he didn’t either.
“Show me how a DOA Champion does it,” Hitomi licked her lips, looking up at Jann Lee’s dark eyes. “Come on, Jann Lee. Show me what you’ve got.”
Jann Lee dearly loved Leifang, and nothing could change that. But it was moments like this when Jann Lee wondered what might have happened had he met Hitomi first. It had taken years before Leifang’s stubbornness had yielded to love, years of tension between them, years of requited desire. He couldn’t help but think that if it had been Hitomi he saved that fateful day, they would have been screwing like rabbits before he could so much as introduce himself, and every day since.
“Eliot, you lucky son of a...” Jann Lee whispered, not realizing until it was too late that he’d spoken aloud.
Hitomi’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, his cock still throbbing deep inside her. The carefree teasing was gone from her face, and tears swelled in her gorgeous eyes.
“I, um…I’m sorry.” Jann Lee said in uncharacteristic embarrassment.
“Don’t be.” Hitomi shook her head and smiled, caressing his cheek. “I think Leifang picked pretty well too.”
Jann Lee lunged down, kissing Hitomi with a sudden surge of desire. She melted beneath him, running her hands through his dark hair as their tongues danced together. Then he was thrusting into her, his perfectly muscled body pounding into her nubile young body like a jack hammer, sending waves of pleasure through her from head to toe.
“Yes! Harder! Oh, HARDER!” Hitomi wailed, pressing her forehead against his and starring hungrily into his eyes. “Pound it into me! YES!”
“So tight! You’re so damn HOT!” Jann Lee growled, his hands snaking down under Hitomi to grab her firm butt, digging his fingers into her toned glutes as he pounded her. He arched his back and howled. His hips turned to a blur between Hitomi’s thighs and she grasped his powerful shoulders, her perky breasts jiggling wildly as he thrust on.
Their skin slapped loudly, their voices crying out in pleasure as they mated savagely, rocking the coffee table until it collapsed beneath them. They didn’t miss a beat, rolling across the floor to a sofa. Hitomi rolled on top of him, bouncing her lithe naked body on Jann Lee’s hard cock with complete abandon. All manner of guttural sounds issued from her girlish lips, and though Jann Lee knew just a little German, he knew what she was saying would make a sailor blush. He nibbled and sucked at her breasts, teasing her rosy nipples as she rode him.
They made their away around the room, Jann Lee rutting into her from behind up against the kitchenette counter, Hitomi grinding on him in the recliner, Jann Lee bouncing her on his cock as he stood on the pool table. They lost track of their orgasms, each climax urging them to seek the next.
Leifang stood quietly at the doorway. She had been watching for the better part of an hour now, her hand under the hem of her dress, pleasuring herself as she watched her two lovers brutally pleasuring each other. She managed to muffle her moans with her free hand. Hitomi was bent over the dining table, Jann Lee grasping her long brown hair in one hand as he pounded his hips against her lovely butt, yanking her head back with every thrust. Hitomi gritted her teeth, relishing the raw power of Jann Lee’s thrusts, the animalistic purity of the sex driving them both wild.
Leifang watched in silence, keeping herself on the edge of orgasm. She adored them both so much, but Jann Lee’s honorable nature had also made him somewhat reluctant to indulge in the sorts of carnal delights that Leifang had enjoyed with Hitomi in the past; first with Ryu and then with Eliot. Getting him alone with Hitomi was working wonderfully in that regard. Now Leifang only needed to wait for the right moment to join them.
“Jann Lee! Oh, YES! Come with me! INSIDE ME!!! YES!!!” Hitomi cried out, facing Jann Lee and bouncing in his lap as he sat on a bar stool next to the kitchenette counter.
“Argh! Hitomi! HITOMI!!!” Jann Lee arched his back, and Hitomi shuddered in his arms as their orgasms detonated through them. Leifang marveled as she saw Hitomi’s tight glutes flexing as she squeezed down with all her might on Jann Lee’s cock, the long shaft erupting deep inside her.
That was as long as she could wait. Leifang slipped out of her dress and walked briskly to them, pulling a panting Hitomi off of Jann Lee and giving her a deep kiss, pressing their perky breasts nipple to nipple. Leifang giggled as Hitomi’s hands instantly went for her butt, groping Leifang’s glutes. Jann Lee watched the two girls lower themselves to the floor, becoming a tangle of arms and legs as they tore into each other. His manhood throbbed as Leifang looked up at him, her gentle brown eyes full of desire even as she leaned down toward Hitomi’s breasts.
“What are you waiting for?” Leifang asked, her tongue darting out to lap at Hitomi’s erect nipple.
Jann Lee dove onto them like a mad man, pulling each girl against him as they rolled across the carpet. Leifang grabbed his shaft and guided it into Hitomi’s dripping, wet nether lips. After a few thrusts, Jann Lee pulled out and plunged into Leifang, letting her grind on him for a few minutes before slipping himself back into Hitomi. He alternated between them, a few minutes with one, then the other, progressively shorter intervals as the pleasure in their loins grew more urgent. Soon Hitomi was lying face to face on top of Leifang, with Jann Lee giving them each every other thrust.
“I love you, Leifang!” Hitomi gasped, looking deeply into her lover’s eyes.
“And I you, my dear Hitomi!” Leifang managed a sweaty smile for her beloved Hitomi before the mounting pleasure twisted her face into a strained scream.
“Leifang! Hitomi!” Jann Lee roared, every muscle in his body working to bring these two beautiful girls to a shattering orgasm. They came first, their screams muffled as they quickly kissed each other in a frenzied lust. Jann Lee held off as long as he could, letting the prolonged Dragon Essence climax wash over Hitomi and Leifang’s sweaty, naked bodies. With every thrust he felt their vessels spasm around his cock, both unique and both excruciatingly perfect. Finally he succumbed, and his loins heaved with the effort, filling first Hitomi and then Leifang with a flood of his hot essence. The two girls finally broke their kiss and screamed his name, their voices filled with love and lust in equal measure.
“JANN LEE!!!”
He fell back onto his haunches, sweat pouring down over his entire body. Hitomi rolled off of Leifang and both girls snuggled up against Jann Lee, resting their heads on his chest and pressing their naked bodies against either side of his ridiculously ripped torso.
“So…” Hitomi said after a long moment of very comfortable silence. “Again?”
“Won’t Eliot be back soon?” Leifang asked.
“Oh please,” Hitomi giggled, straddling Jann Lee’s waist and mounting his cock. She let out a long, luxuriating moan as the thick shaft filled her. “Eliot hasn’t seen Christie for ages. There’s no way I’m seeing him until tomorrow night at the earliest.” She began bouncing on Jann Lee with a smooth, fast rhythm.
“Ungh!” Jann Lee grunted, reaching up to caress Hitomi’s breasts. “You aren’t worried about her stealing him away?”
“…Says my boyfriend while having sex with my best friend right in front of me.” Leifang poked him in the side before kissing his cheek.
“Ohhh…mmmm….” Hitomi covered Jann Lee’s hands with her own as he massaged her bosom. “Actually it was my idea for him to go see her.”
“Why? Argh!” Jann Lee asked, tweaking Hitomi’s nipples while Leifang gently stroked his pectorals and nibbled at his ear.
“Christie draws out the beast inside him.” Hitomi grinned. “She teaches him things that I will get to enjoy when he comes back. Oooh! So it’s up to you to keep me satisfied until he gets back. Come on, Jann Lee! Put your back into it!”
“Little brat!” He smiled, lurching up to suck on her breasts. Leifang pressed up against him from behind, her soft, warm breasts against his back. Jann Lee allowed himself a moment to marvel at his fortune before throwing himself back into the work of pleasuring these two beautiful young women.
He just hoped his young friend Eliot was having half as much fun as he was.

* * *

“Oh just let me come!” Eliot begged, straining against the cushioned handcuffs holding his wrists and ankles secure against the bedframe. The last few hours had been one brutal, extreme sexual position after another. He was sure he would be covered in bruises if not for the Dragon Essence’s accelerated healing. His current predicament had only been Christie’s most recent ploy. He wasn’t sure how Christie had managed it, one moment they were both riding out an orgasm in a virtual tangle of arms and legs with each other and the next he was spread-eagle on the bed with his hands bound by garish frilly pink handcuffs.
“Patience, young man,” Christie chewed on her lower lip. She was grinding slowly on Eliot’s cock, working them both up to the critical moment before pausing her movements, leaving them dangling on the very precipice of release. “Oooh… I could just do this for days…”
“You wouldn’t…” Eliot stammered, wanting nothing more than to come.
“You really are delightfully naïve in just the way I like it.” Christie giggled. Then with a quick twist of her hips, they both flew off the edge of ecstasy together, their bodies going rigid as every nerve burned with pleasure. Christie arched her back, looking down at Eliot over the swell of her full breasts. “Oh YES! Pour it into me! Every drop! Aaaaah!”
“Ungh! Nghhhaaa!” Eliot’s muscled chest rippled as spasms racked his body as he ejaculated hard and long into Christie’s slick vessel. He watched the assassin’s angular face straining in pleasure, her luscious red lips quivering.
As quickly as they had been secured, Christie had the cuffs off of Eliot and he wasted no time pulling her to him, kissing her deeply. Christie giggled at his earnest passion, and let her tongue slide into his mouth to play with his. Eliot’s hands roamed over Christie’s back, holding her tight against his toned torso. Christie loved how strong he had grown since she first met him. Now that pure, eager heart of his was wrapped in a muscled, skilled and well-endowed body. Eliot’s honesty, his warmth, his caring nature were everything Christie was not. Perhaps that’s why she found him so intriguing.
Eliot moaned as Christie mounted him again, rocking leisurely in his lap as they kissed. Christie didn’t love him, he knew that; certainly not how Hitomi did. A cold-blooded assassin, cool, calculating and almost always sarcastic, Christie embodied many things that Eliot stood against. And yet her sexual confidence, her sheer and untempered sensuality stirred Eliot’s blood in a way unlike anything else. They would never have a true relationship, he knew that. They would never speak deeply about anything, that much was certain. But the sex…
Oh, the sex…
“You feel that, Eliot?” Christie said through gritted teeth, grinding harder on him now. “You feel that, do you? That’s right. Work that beautiful cock inside me.”
“Ungh!” Eliot set his jaw, rolling his hips up to meet Christie’s undulations. “Oh that’s good! That’s… oh, Christie!”
“That’s it,” She nodded, bearing her teeth in a feral grin of lust. Eliot’s member rubbed deliciously up against her favorite spot. “Yes, that’s it! Just like that! Come on! Make me come! Oh, yes!”
Eliot cupped Christie’s face in his hands and looked her in the eye. The boy he had been and the young man he was now both looked into her eyes. He couldn’t stop the words. “Thank you, Christie! Oh! Thank you!”
“You little bastard.” Christie blinked back sudden tears she hadn’t known were there. “You wonderful, glorious little bastard! Oh, Eliot! I’m COMING! ELIOT!!!”
She pulled him into a hungry kiss as their loins joined in a fiery orgasm that burned every ounce of cold from her heart for one beautiful moment. And in that moment, fleeting though it was, she truly loved him.
Even after their bodies stopped convulsing, their kiss continued for a long while.
“Take me, Eliot.” Christie said, breaking their kiss. There was no irony in her voice, no teasing tone. Dismounting him, she scooted away and sank back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for him as he crawled onto her. She eyed his erect manhood as he slid it slowly into her nether lips. “Take me.”
And he did. His thrusts were sure and strong, his whole body working in perfect coordination to pleasure the gorgeous woman beneath him. And Christie undulated beneath him, meeting his thrusts with equal urgency. Her breasts heaved with her every breath, pressing up against Eliot’s strong pectorals as he continued on, his feet digging into the bed as he plunged to the hilt again and again inside Christie’s warmth. He brought her to the edge and plunged over with her, and she clung to him as he poured himself into her.
Christie rolled atop him, rolling herself on Eliot’s member as ran his fingers over her breasts and slender torso, feeling every contour of her feminine form. She ran her hands over his chest and arms, feeling his muscles, taut and powerful under the skin. She rode him to a poignant climax, and Eliot grasped her breasts in his hands as he let the waves of pleasure course through him. Christie ran her hands through Eliot’s blond mop of hair as she felt his ejaculations deep inside her womanhood.
For the rest of the night and well into the next day, Christie and Eliot contorted in passionate sex, but she threw no insults, no belittling comments, no sarcastic quips.
Both knew it was not forever, but for now they were a man and woman, simply making love.
There was of course more than a bit of spanking, clawing, and spanking, however.
Rather tame, all things considered.
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