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Ninja Gaiden Koibito	By : Tycho Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 202668 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ninja Quest: Shrine Maiden Momiji

By the time Ryu had scaled the side of the Freedom Survivor’s hull, he could already hear one the escalating whine of a helicopter turboshaft engine. As he cleared the safety railing, he saw Ayane standing at the edge of the helipad, the spinning prop generating a fierce wind that tugged at her ninja garb. Ryu moved to meet her.
“I will explain on the way,” Ayane shouted over the roar of the helicopter.

*          *          *

The journey took several hours, and the chopper dropped them off a few miles from the village just as night was falling. While Ryu had no specific reason to suspect the pilot, the exact location of the Hayabusa village was a carefully guarded secret. Ever since Doku’s attack on the village several years ago, what had once seemed an unassailable sanctuary now felt all too vulnerable. Ryu and Ayane made their way through the dark woods with their silent companion, a woman clad in a hooded black cloak. The stars peeking out between the trees as they walked in silence. At last they arrived at the village gate, and the sentries bowed as they passed. The Hayabusa family home stood where it had been for generations, rebuilt from the Black Spider Clan’s attack.
A woman stood waiting at the base of the steps ascending to the front door. She wore a white kunoichi combat dress with red trim, wrapped around an athletic figure with long black hair flowing out of a ponytail atop the back of her head. A pole blade, a naginata, was strapped to her back. Her face was gentle and beautiful, with dark, kind eyes set upon a face of idyllic Japanese beauty.
“Momiji,” Ryu greeted his apprentice.
“Master Ryu,” She bowed deeply.
Momiji had been training under Ryu since shortly after the death of her elder sister, Kureha, at the hands of Doku. She had been, and still was, a Shrine Maiden; tasked with protecting the Hayabusa village from evil spirits and sundry supernatural threats. Under Ryu’s strict supervision and training, she had now been forged into a kunoichi, a female ninja. While she was still Ryu’s student, in truth she was a prodigy. Her skills with her naginata were without equal, and she had been instrumental in Ryu’s victory in overcoming the curse the Regent of the Mask had cast upon him. As Ryu looked upon her, he felt great pride in the kunoichi she had become. But as always, he also felt the aching grief of the loss of her sister, Kureha, Ryu’s lost love.
“Mistress Ayane,” Momiji bowed to her as well. While she was a good three years older than Ayane, Momiji had always deferred to her experience in the ninja disciplines, having fought alongside her in many battles.
“Momiji,” Ayane nodded curtly, her face neutral.
Momiji looked at the woman in the cloak, unable to see beneath the dark hood.
“She is our guest.” Ryu answered the girl’s unspoken question. “I want no rumors spread.”
“Yes, Master.” Momiji bowed deeply. “Your father awaits you inside.” She gestured to the doors.
Ryu went up the stairs with the hooded woman while Ayane stayed behind to stand guard with Momiji. They watched as Ryu held the door for the mysterious woman before shutting it behind them.
“Master Ryu’s messenger hawk did not say why he was bringing a guest.” Momiji said quietly.
“You will know what you need to, when you need to.” Ayane admonished her.
“Of course.” Momiji nodded, blushing with embarrassment. “I did not mean to question…”
“Show me your defensive stance.” Ayane cut her off. “I want to see if you are still over extending during your counter attacks.”
Momiji straightened her posture. “Yes, Mistress Ayane!”

*          *          *

Ryu told his silent companion to wait in the anteroom and then entered the sacred meditation room alone.
Jo Hayabusa sat in the middle of an ancient rug, cross legged with that perfect posture and complete stillness that had always awed and intimidated Ryu in his youth.
“Father,” Ryu bowed deeply.
Jo wore a plain, simple white robe. His eyes, lost in battle against the Black Spider Clan’s leader Genshin, were covered by a strip of cloth tied at the back of his head. His features were regal and noble as ever, worn with years of a harsh life, a ninja’s life. Slight stubble darkened Jo’s cheeks, giving him an almost carefree look that belied the unwavering discipline that Ryu was all too familiar with.
“Ryu,” Jo smiled at the sound of his son’s voice. He inclined his head to return Ryu’s bow. “Sit with me, my son.”
Ryu lowered himself onto the old rug, wishing he could look into his father’s eyes to see that old twinkle of pride he had always seen no matter how stern and demanding he had been. He didn’t realize how long he’d been sitting silent until his father spoke.
“You traveled quite some distance.” Jo said. “I imagine you have something on your mind.”
“Forgive me,” Ryu shook his head in embarrassment. “It is just that we have not sat together in peace for so long.”
“Indeed.” Jo nodded. His brow furrowed. “Without the crutch of my eyes, my ears have become my sight. And in your voice, they see a man far older than the son I knew. You have changed, Ryu.”
“I have.” Ryu sighed. “It is long past time I told you many things. I should start with the bad. A great evil lurks in my future, one that I do not yet know.”
“For a ninja, that is the way of things.” Jo chuckled grimly. “Blind as I am, you shall have me at your side with blade in hand.”
“I know.” Ryu said with quiet admiration for his father’s courage. “But to prepare for this threat, my preparations are… unorthodox. This brings me to good news that you should have been told far sooner. You are a grandfather.”
The smile that spread across Jo Hayabusa’s face could have lit all of Japan brighter than the dawn.
“Kasumi must be so happy.” Jo chuckled.
“How did you know?” Ryu blinked.
“You two were destined, my son.” Jo explained. “It could have only been a surprise to you! What is the child’s name?”
“Taki-chan.” Ryu said. “But there are others.”
“You and Kasumi have been fruitful indeed.” Jo grinned.
“Father…” Ryu searched for a delicate way to parse the words, but he knew that directness was the Hayabusa way. “I have four children. One daughter is Kasumi’s. Two others are sons of Helena Douglas, heiress to DOATEC. The fourth is a boy, son of Rachel, a warrior and Fiend Hunter.”
Jo sat in silence for a long moment, his head lowered. “I did not think my son the kind to abandon his love.”
“Kasumi and I are bound still, as deeply in love as ever.” Ryu said firmly.
“Are these other two women simple pleasures for you?” Jo asked, a hard edge in his voice.
“Helena and I share a deep bond, though her life and mine cannot truly coexist as we wish.” Ryu explained. “Rachel is bound to me, just as Kasumi is… Just as Ayane is.”
“Ayane!” Jo exclaimed. “You have taken her as a lover as well? What madness! Think what that affair would result in, should Kasumi find out!”
Ryu shifted uncomfortably on the rug. “Kasumi knows, father. She… Kasumi and Ayane… are lovers to each other.”
Jo’s mouth gaped open, at a loss for words.
“Rachel is as well.” Ryu pushed on before his father could speak. “Though no other children have resulted, in truth I have taken more than twenty lovers since Doku’s attack on our village.” Ryu took a deep breath, and then listed in detail the full extent of his amorous activities, as well as the Dragon Essence and the unknown threat it was to prepare him for.
It took quite some time.

*          *          *

“I…” Jo began haltingly, his head shaking slowly. “… would not believe this were I not to hear it from your own lips. To think that my son has publicly made love to twenty women at the same time… to say nothing of this witch you spoke of… “
“Bayonetta,” Ryu said quietly.
“How long were you with her in that other world?” Jo asked.
“In truth, I cannot even guess.” Ryu sighed. “But you were right, Father. Though I do not look it, I have lived far longer than you have; indeed I must be the oldest man alive, or whoever lived many times over.”
“And all those years, centuries…millennia…” Jo said. “…you spent in the arms of Bayonetta?”
“And her friend and lover, Jeanne.” Ryu nodded.
“My own son, older than I am.” Jo reached up and rubbed his temple, as though trying to soothe his aching mind.
“I know that this was not what you had planned for my life.” Ryu spoke softly. “Part of me often wonders if I should have simply settled down with Kasumi and raised a family here.”
“Ryu,” Jo said after a long moment of silence. “From what you have told me, Kasumi is well loved, as are your children, as are… more women than I can name easily. While not what I had envisioned for you, this life you lead is still one of honor and dedication, worthy of a Hayabusa. If I cannot give my blessing to you and your wife… I can at least give my blessing to you and your… harem.”
“Thank you, Father.” Ryu bowed low, a great weight lifting from his shoulders.
“And if I were not the wise old man I am…” Jo whispered conspiratorially. “… I might envy you such a life.”
“You are wise, Father, but not old.” Ryu smiled. “And my reason for coming here is to prevent that from changing.”
“I do not understand.” Jo shook his head.
“I want you to have the Dragon Essence.” Ryu said.
“No,” Jo shook his head. “It is kind of you to offer me such a gift, but I will not accept it by bedding down with one of your own lovers, my son. I cannot accept that sacrifice from either of you.”
“It is no sacrifice.” A gentle voice spoke from the doorway.
The cloaked woman who had arrived with Ryu and Ayane stepped into the room, her bare feet making barely a sound on the floorboards. Jo did not speak, keeping his head still as he listened.
“May I speak to your father in private, Ryu?” She asked softly. “This matter is now between him and me.”
Ryu stood and bowed to his father. “Please hear her out, Father.”
And with that, Ryu swept from the room.

*          *          *

Ryu came out into the night air to find Ayane and Momiji sparring with their usual grace and barely withheld lethality in a grassy field a few dozen yards away. Ayane’s twin short blades slashed through the air, hissing unnervingly close to Momiji’s slender neck as the shrine maiden dodged just in time. Momiji’s pole blade swung around, the long wooden shaft catching Ayane behind the knees and sweeping her legs out from under her. With a quick twirl of the pole, Momiji had the bladed end stabbing down toward the fallen kunoichi’s heart. Ayane rolled, and the blade sank into the grass where she had been a moment before. Ayane sprang to her feet just as Momiji pulled her weapon free of the ground, and the two women squared off in combat stances.
“That is more like it.” Ayane nodded with grim satisfaction, her dirt smudged face almost betraying a pleased smile.
“Thank you, mistress Ayane.” Momiji bowed deeply, her cheeks flushed red. A compliment from Ayane was a rare thing indeed.
“Keep your naginata balanced in your grip.” Ryu spoke up as he approached. “With more control over the center of gravity, you would have been able to bring the blade down much more swiftly.”
“Yes, Master Ryu!” Momiji bowed again, somehow managing to outdo her previous enthusiasm. Ryu had to fight to contain his pride in her. Momiji had always been a model student, taking each of his lessons to heart unquestioningly, very much like Ayane years earlier, though Momiji was a couple years older and had come into ninja training far later in life than most. But that train of thought led to dark memories, and Ryu quickly sought to distract himself.
“My father will be occupied tonight, if all goes well.” Ryu said, not really wanting to dwell on the details of what that implied. “We should find somewhere else to rest.”
“Please, Master Ryu, this way.” Momiji gestured down the village road. “The dojo is available. I shall prepare tea!”
“A hot bath first, I think.” Ayane suggested as they made their way down the dirt path.

*          *          *

Ryu sat cross legged at the low serving table in the dojo’s dining room. He sat alone, as Ayane and Momiji were washing up from their sparring session. Four torches burned, one in each corner of the room, casting the space in warm, flickering light that made Ryu feel truly at home. Though his adventures led him far and wide into the most extraordinary places, Ryu would never tire of the simple, noble village he called home.
The door slid open and Momiji entered, wearing a long kimono dress of pure white. She carried a tray of tea with her and placed it on the serving table before bowing to Ryu.
“Forgive me, Master Ryu.” She apologized. “The bath felt so good, I lost track of time. Please forgive the delay.”
“There is nothing to forgive.” Ryu returned her bow and gestured for her to sit down. “Is Ayane…?”
“She asked that we begin without her.” Momiji explained as she sat down, lowering herself gracefully opposite Ryu. “She wished to retire early this evening, as she is quite exhausted from the journey.”
“Exhausted.” Ryu repeated flatly, trying to mask his confusion. Ayane exhausted? Was that possible? Was the Dragon Essence depleted in her enough that Ayane had truly tired after a simple sparring match?
“Mistress Ayane would not speak of your current mission.” Momiji ventured with a forced casualness that did not fool Ryu in the slightest.
“It is of great importance, though the ultimate confrontation and enemy is not yet known.” Ryu said, realizing how vague his current quest truly was. “All I can say for certain is that I am seeking out… compatible people to bolster my strength against a looming threat.”
“What sort of people?” Momiji asked, dropping all attempts to hide her enthusiastic curiosity. “Was the woman you brought to your father one of those allies? Perhaps I can assist you in your search!”
“You are needed here, Momiji.” Ryu shook his head. “Young Sanji’s training is vital in the rebuilding our ninja order and the village’s future.”
“I assist in his training, but your father is his true instructor.” Momiji protested, her hands clenching her tea cup tightly. “Allow me to join you, Master Ryu. I am ready to…”
“No.” Ryu said bluntly, his voice carrying the weight of a true ninja master. Momiji fell silent, starring dejectedly into her tea. After a moment, Ryu spoke softly. “I have been away for too long. Tell me of the village.”
Ryu and Momiji sipped their tea, and Momiji told him of the current goings on in the village, of which there was little. It became obvious that she was avoiding one particular subject, however.
“What of you, Momiji?” Ryu asked at least.
“Me, Master Ryu?” She blinked anxiously. “Is something wrong?”
“I would not know,” Ryu shook his head. “You have not spoken of yourself at all.”
“There is nothing to speak of.” Momiji kept her eyes down, staring blankly at her tea cup. “I continue my ninjitsu training as you have instructed.”
“Training never ends.” Ryu said. He took a deep breath, not taking what he was about to say lightly. “But a ninja you are.”
“Master?” She looked at him with wide eyes.
“I have taught all I can teach you.” Ryu smiled proudly. “A fine kunoichi sits before me.”
“I…” Momiji sighed and looked away.
“What is it?” Ryu asked, surprised by her dour reaction.
“With respect, Master Ryu, you have not taught me everything.” Momiji visibly steeled herself.
“And what ninja art do you believe I have denied you?” Ryu asked, affronted. He had poured his heart and soul into training Momiji, and she had blossomed into one of the greatest kunoichi Ryu had ever known.
“It is not a fighting style, or ninpo magic that I wish to know.” Momiji met his gaze with fierce eyes. “You have denied me… you.”
Ryu starred at her, utterly confused for a moment. Then it became clear all at once.
“No.” Ryu shook his head. “Momiji, I cannot. We cannot.”
“I have trained under you, fought beside you, proven myself to you.” Momiji spoke now more forcefully than Ryu had ever heard her do before. “Am I not worthy of you, Master Ryu?”
It was an impossible question to answer. Ryu now found himself starring down at his tea, searching for words.
“I know why you hesitate. I know why you have never looked upon me as a woman.” She continued on. “I know who stands between us. Kureha.”
The tea cup was shattering against the far wall before Ryu even realized he had thrown it. A vicious rage was consuming him. He saw her, beautiful and resplendent in her shrine maiden robes; Kureha. He had loved her for years, wanting her but knowing that as a shrine maiden, she could not consummate their love. Then he saw Doku’s blade cut her down, and her white robes soaked through red with her blood.
A soft, warm hand on his brought Ryu back to the present. He looked up and saw Momiji’s eyes filled with love and compassion.
Ryu had seen those eyes on his return to Hayabusa Village those years before, after fulfilling his revenge on Doku and destroying the Dark Dragon Blade. Momiji had been gone during the attack and Kureha’s death. Ryu had comforted the girl, only a handful of years younger than him, though she seemed but a child as she wept. Ryu vowed she would never meet the fate of her sister, and began training her in the ninja arts. She was always the student, never a woman.
“I miss her,” Momiji blinked away her tears. “We both miss her. But I love you, Master Ryu. The choice is yours. I am yours.”
Momiji stood and with a subtle motion, her kimono slid down her. She was a sublime vision, her skin catching the torchlight with an angelic glow. Her arms and legs were lean, toned muscle, her abs sculpted to feminine perfection. Her breasts were lovely, full and the perfect match to her slender waist and gracefully curving hips.
It was a bold move, fearless and reckless. It was so unlike Momiji, the gentle and caring girl. But this one singular moment changed her life forever.
Because it worked.
A great conflict was fought in Ryu’s mind and heart in that moment. Momiji had always been more than just a student. If Kureha had lived, if she and Ryu had been together, Momiji would have truly been like a sister to him. And behind all of his demanding instruction, Ryu had always felt Momiji to still be that little sister he would never have after Kureha’s death. But Momiji was a beautiful young woman, and a man’s instincts in such matters were untethered to such sentiment. However, with his indomitable will, Ryu had suppressed his natural attraction for Momiji for so long he had even been blinded to the calling of the Dragon Essence until this moment. But now the sight of Momiji naked before him had made his true desires clear, and the call of the Dragon Essence was a roar that would not go unheeded.
“You have asked me to train you in the sensual arts.” Ryu said as he rose to his feet.
“Yes.” Momiji nodded, her heart racing as Ryu stepped toward her. “I have saved myself for you, Master. My body is yours to shape as it always has been.”
He knew she was telling the truth. As a shrine maiden, Momiji was a paragon of virtue and purity. No other man had seen her nude form until this moment. No man had touched her intimately. In fact, Ryu was certain that Momiji had not so much as ever pleasured herself, so selfless was her devotion to her calling. Without doubt, Momiji was the most innocent woman Ryu had known. Even dearest, kind and gentle Kasumi had mischievously experimented with Ryu when their sexual instincts first awoke in their youth. But Momiji was a singular girl of absolute purity, and here she was offering Ryu all of herself. It was a staggering proposition, and Ryu had no intention of forgetting it.
“Female ninja are traditionally trained by an experienced kunoichi, another woman with full mastery of her sexuality.” Ryu walked slowly, circling Momiji as spoke. “The elder kunoichi teaches the apprentice all manner of techniques, moving one’s body to maximize pleasure. This is done through demonstration. But if a male is to instruct a female apprentice, the lessons will consist of practical experience. It is important that you understand this, Momiji. I must be your Master in this just as I was in all other aspects of your training. I will be as demanding and relentless as ever.”
“I… I understand.” Momiji nodded, feeling as though an entire swarm of butterflies were taking flight in her stomach. “I am ready, Master.”
“No you are not,” Ryu said, stopping behind her. “So let us change that.”
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. Then he pushed her back toward the table, and her knees caught the edge. She fell back onto the cool wood, letting out a surprised squeak. She lay there, looking up at Ryu as he stood looking down at her, his face stern as it always was when he was training her. How many miles had she run, how many exhausting combat routines had she completed under that steadfast gaze? But through all the sacrifice, Ryu had turned her from a dainty young girl into a fearsome warrior. She trusted him completely.
“Your training has always been accelerated. You have mastered ninjitsu in a handful a years that would have taken a decade for others. This training will be no different.” Ryu said, keeping his voice as even as he could. “You must be able to endure pleasure that would leave others senseless. Just as a ninja must overcome pain to continue the mission, so too must a ninja overcome pleasure to master the fullness of sex. Get on your knees.”
Without a word she complied, turning over onto her hands and then rising up on her knees, kneeling near the edge of the table. She started to look back over her shoulder but Ryu barked at her. “Eyes forward. Focus. Steady breathing, clear mind. Perform the Mantra and Mudra until I tell you to stop. No matter what you feel, continue without stopping.”
“Yes Master.” She nodded. Bringing her hands together in front of her chest, Momiji began the ancient ritual, making the appropriate symbols as she spoke each of the words. “Rin Pyo To Sha Kai Chin Retsu Zai Zen.”
Ryu set his hands on her shoulders, letting Momiji settle into a steady rhythm of chanting. He could feel the tension in her shoulders begin to lesson as the Mantra and Mudra took over, resulting in a light meditation state. After a few more moments, Ryu let his right hand slide down Momiji’s bare back very slowly. Ryu felt a slight twitch of Momiji’s muscles under his left hand, but it quickly abated and, to her credit, Momiji continued her chanting and hand symbols with steady tempo. His fingers then followed the lovely curve of her butt. The skin was absolutely immaculate, a creamy white that glowed with the torchlight. It had been wise to have Momiji facing away from him, for she would have surely seen the evidence of his raging erection straining against the fabric of his robe. As his fingers trailed over the fullness of Momiji’s naked derriere, Ryu’s manhood throbbed with yearning.
His fingers danced to the right, up and over her hip as he reached around in front of her. He pressed up against her, and there was no doubt she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against the small of her back. Momiji leaned back into him instinctively, a few syllables of the chant sounding a bit breathier for a moment before she caught herself. Ryu’s right hand snaked down around in front, trailing down her inner thigh, inches from her most intimate place.
He felt the heat of her cleft radiating against his hand now. Beneath his left hand, Momiji’s shoulder quivered with excitement, but she continued the ritual chant with a strong, steady voice. She was aching for him now, and when Ryu cupped his right hand beneath her womanhood, he felt the shrine maiden’s arousal drip into his palm, hot as the wax of a candle to his touch. He let it gather, drop after drop. She was intensely aroused, of that there was no doubt. Ryu had always known her to be a fearlessly loyal and respectful student, but he had scarcely imagined that she had desired him with equal fervor. He clenched his right hand into a fist, coating his fingers in the pooled juices.
Then, with his fingers slick with her own arousal, Ryu’s index and middle fingers began to stroke the flesh to either side of Momiji’s clitoris.
“…Pyo To SHA!” Momiji gasped, but quickly forced herself to go on, her stomach fluttering as pleasure danced up from between her legs. “Kai Chin Retsu…”
Ryu caressed her flesh gently, each stroke of his fingers in time with a syllable of the Mantra. He did not touch the nub itself, but rather his fingers ran alongside it like two rivers coursing around a mountain’s base.
Momiji’s breathing deepened as she focused her mind, not ignoring the pleasure, but incorporating it into her meditation of the Mantra and Mudra. Indeed, the sensations became all the more vivid as she continued her disciplined focus. She could feel the heat of each individual torch lighting the room, she could feel the grain of the wood table against her knees, she could feel the soft handwoven fabric of Ryu’s robe against her back. And she could feel the indomitable hardness of his cloaked manhood against her lower back, and she could feel it twitch against her. He wanted her, he desired her. She had always known he loved her, but that had been the pure and unconditional love that she feared would rob her of him as a man. But perhaps he could be both mentor and lover. The thought was almost enough to derail her chanting, but she had been trained by the greatest ninja of all time, and she would not disappoint him.
“Rin Pyo To Sha Kai Chin Retsu Zai Zen!”
It was a strange mix of emotions Ryu felt then. There was the pride he took in Momiji’s discipline, her stalwart force of will that he had nurtured in her for years. But there was also a sense of being challenged, that the pleasure he was giving her was not enough to overcome that same discipline. It was the Ninja Master at odds with the man. The man seemed to be winning out.
Ryu’s wet fingers finally ran over the nub of Momiji’s clitoris, and the girl shuddered against him.
“…ZAI! ZEN!” She choked out, her fingers beginning to tremble as they formed the Mudra in front of her. The sensation of Ryu’s fingers, slick with Momiji’s own juices, sliding across her nub was more glorious than anything she could have dreamed. Ryu’s touch was bold and gentle at the same time; it was so much like her master to be demanding yet warm, stern but comforting in the perfect balance. The way he worked his fingers was everything she loved and adored about him, made manifest in physical pleasure.
He quickened his ministrations, rubbing her faster with each recitation of the Mantra and Mudra. Momiji realized that his speed was bound to her chants and so she immediately began chanting faster and faster, desperate to see how much further the pleasure could go.
“Rin! Pyo! To! Sha! Kai! Chin! Retsu! Zai! Zen!” Her voice filled the room, clear and beautiful, with lust filled breaths between each word. Momiji gave herself over to the meditation. The words seemed to come from their own volition, flowing out of her mouth as easily as the liquid passion flowing down her thighs from her heated womanhood. Ryu was drawing out her very soul, tearing away all pretense and façade as he furiously fingered the virginal shrine maiden. She felt a warmth like the dawn rising in her core, and the room started to lose focus as the heat rose, threatening to burn her up. Ryu’s fingers fanned the flames into a raging inferno, sweat now pouring down Momiji’s naked body. Her hands shook as they formed the Mudra symbols, her voice wavering through each Mantra syllable. The whole world seemed to be receding, while Momiji felt her body becoming the center of the universe, there was nothing greater than the pleasures flowing through her.
“RIN! PYO! TO! SHA! KAI! CHIN! RESU! ZAI! ZEN!” She wailed, shaking against Ryu as he rubbed viciously at her clitoris. He pressed her fast against him with his left hand, bracing her for what was about to happen. His right hand was a blur; the juicy noises it made with Momiji’s wet flesh were obscene music to his ears. “RIN!!! PYO!!! TO!! SHA!!! KAI!!! CHIN!!! RESU!! ZAI!!...”
For Momiji there was nothing but the great explosion of light behind her eyes, her entire body was alit with it. In that moment, she was a universe of one.
“ZEN!!!” She screamed, her knuckles white in the mudra symbol, every muscle taut with her first orgasm.
It was a new world to her, that dimension of pleasure. It was as though an entire dimension of life had been revealed at last. How had she lived before knowing this? It seemed as crucial as sight or taste or any other sense. It was beyond touch, as though it connected her spirit and body in a way not even meditation had ever shown her.
A hundred revelations seemed to race through her mind in the moments after her orgasm, but it was barely a handful of heartbeats before she rearranged her hands and spoke with a strained voice. “Rin… Pyo..To…”
“Very good.” Ryu spoke softly, his lips at her ear. “Again.”

*          *          *
“CHIN! RETSUUUUU!!!” Momiji’s eyes were wide as she came again, starring at the torch across the room whose flame was nothing next to the fire in her body. She let the pleasure wash over her, feeling Ryu’s impossibly skilled fingers working her nub as her womanhood shamelessly sprayed her climax on the wood table beneath her. It was every bit as intense as her first, but Momiji now knew what to expect from her body. With a deep breath, she centered herself and resumed the mantra and mudra. “Zai… Zen… Rin…”
“Better.” Ryu nodded. His left hand left Momiji’s shoulder and slipped down under her arm to grasp the shrine maiden’s left breast. It was gloriously warm and soft, and slick with sweat. Momiji shuddered against him as he filled his palm with her bosom. Ryu savored the feel of her breast in his hand, and he could even feel the quick beating of Momiji’s heart, it was pounding so hard in the girl’s chest. He spoke softly, but his voice carried a true master’s authority. “Again.”
*          *          *
It was a strange limbo between heaven and purgatory. The pleasure was unending, the sensations exquisite, and yet for each time she reached her climax, Momiji knew that she was still not completely fulfilled. She still hungered for what Ryu had yet to give her. She came, he encouraged her, and then he began again. Over and over, orgasm after orgasm. The mantra and mudra were soon the only thing keeping her sane as the ecstasy dissolved all organized thought in her mind. It was glorious and terrifying all at once.
*          *          *

“TO!!! SHAAAAAAA!!!” Her cry of orgasm was long and throaty. Momiji’s hands shook wildly in the midst of the mudra as Ryu’s left hand caressed her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple just as the fingers of his right hand played havoc on her clitoris. She was vaguely aware that her orgasm had gushed from her this time, and now the table top was soaked in her lubrication. She could never have imagined herself in such a carnal, primal state. But here she was, her body shaking with exhaustion, pleasure still throbbing through her after more orgasms than she could count. She had come more times in a few hours than most women did in years. And yet she was still a virgin, technically speaking. “Kai…Chin… Retsu…Zai…Zen.”
“Enough. Well done.” Ryu nodded, his hand finally leaving Momiji’s clit. “Remember always, control yourself. As a kunoichi, you must be able to master sensation, and never allow it to master you.”
“Yes, Master!” Momiji nodded, biting her lower lip. Even though she knew she had been at the edge of losing her mind, she could barely restrain herself from begging him to continue. “I promise to practice every night, with you in mind.”
Ryu saw in his mind’s eye Momiji writhing in her bed, rubbing herself to orgasm and muffling her screams into a pillow. Screaming his name.
He stood and tugged off his robe, tossing it aside. Momiji glanced around, her breath catching in her throat.
“Oh, Master!” Momiji exclaimed in a hushed voice. Ryu stood naked before her, his body everything she had fantasized about for years. His muscles were like cut stone beneath his tanned skin. And there, between his legs hung that which she had scarcely dared think about as a shrine maiden. She had wondered what it would look like, just how big it was; but never had she imagined such perfection. “Are you… are you going to put it… inside me?” She asked, almost afraid to utter the thought lest this was all a fragile dream. Could this really be happening?
In answer, Ryu grasped her shoulder and turned her around to face him, pushing her back down on the table, letting her calves dangle with the edge of the table under her knees. Momiji gasped, feeling her own juices against her bare butt. He knelt down between her legs, the short table keeping Momiji’s body level with his groin. The throbbing length of Ryu’s manhood was so close to her entrance that Momiji could feel the heat radiating off it. She wanted to reach down and grab it, but that seemed almost like sacrilege. Instead, Momiji looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, Master.” She whispered. “I want you in me.”
Ryu felt his stoicism utterly fail him. The stern, objective mind of a teacher was nowhere to be found now. It was replaced by a hunger, and far worse than that; a hunger born of love and affection long in the making.
He plunged into her suddenly, sinking every last inch of his cock into Momiji’s virgin vessel.
Momiji’s eyes went wide with shock, her back arching off the table, her breath leaving her in a silent scream. She felt as though a part of her that she had never known had finally been restored. In that moment, it seemed inconceivable that Ryu’s cock would ever be anywhere else but here, sunk to the hilt inside her sheath of flesh. This was how it should be, how it always should have been. How it always was meant to be.
“M-Master!” She gasped, her voice strained as her body attempted to adjust to such a radical event.
“Momiji!” Ryu said huskily, his detachment now completely gone. She felt incredible. Momiji’s womanhood was a fiercely hot vice around his cock, holding him tight and sure. The primal recesses of his mind roared with outrage that he had not done this sooner, that such a perfect mate had been denied for so long. And as Ryu watched Momiji’s nubile body shudder, impaled upon his cock, he felt his brotherly protectiveness transform into passionate desire. This girl he had trained into a ninja, who he had long thought of as a little sister, was a woman. A beautiful, desirable woman that wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. He had only now admitted it to himself.
Ryu grabbed Momiji’s wrists in either hand and she reciprocated, her fingers gripping him desperately.
“Endure.” Ryu said simply, his eyes gazing deeply into hers.
Momiji took a deep breath, bracing herself. Then Ryu began to thrust, and that breath left Momiji in a scream of unbridled passion.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” She wailed, feeling Ryu’s cock pump into her with its entire length, in and out, over and over. She shivered with ecstasy, not realizing until now just how much she had needed this, how she had always been destined for this. It was like seeing the sunrise for the first time; overwhelmingly beautiful and indispensable for the rest of one’s life.
“Nnngh!” Ryu grunted as he thrust himself deep into Momiji’s sublime body. He looked at her, saw her supple breasts jostle about with the impact of his loins against hers. She looked up at him with such trust, such untarnished respect and adoration. She believed in him unconditionally, and right now she needed him to pleasure her. How could he give her anything but his best?
“Oh!” Momiji squealed as Ryu accelerated his pace. His cock was churning her up inside, stirring her intimate depths into a frothing boil of pleasure. She looked down to see her breasts jiggling freely, feeling a surge of embarrassment at the sheer wantonness of the sight. Then she looked back up at Ryu only to see that he too was gazing at her bosom as it undulated with each of his thrusts. The hungry, approving look in Ryu’s keen green eyes washed away Momiji’s embarrassment in an instant, replacing it with a warm tide of pride. Her mentor, the hero of her people, was entranced by her body. She had never felt so beautiful. With a long moan of pleasure, Momiji let her head rest on the table, relaxing her body as best she could, and let Ryu continue making her feel beautiful.
Ryu realized this was different from his first tryst with Ayane. Combat training and physical fitness aside, Momiji was essentially inexperienced in sexual matters. This was not a final examination of a young lover’s skills as it had been with Ayane, but the first lesson for a novice. The first skill crucial in sex was the mastery of one’s own sensations. Momiji needed to know pleasure in its entirety to master it.
“Ngha!” Ryu set his jaw, pounding his hips hard between Momiji’s slender thighs with a brutal power.
Momiji’s eyes were beginning to roll back as the raw sensations began to overwhelm her.
“Focus, Momiji!” Ryu shouted.
She nodded, taking deep breaths as Ryu continued his deep, penetrating thrusts. It was so good and yet so devastating; Momiji felt her extremities tingling, almost numb as the pleasure coursed through her. The relentless hardness of Ryu’s manhood became a focal point, and she concentrated on that constant. Each thrust, each plunge of Ryu’s flesh into her body was a revelation that Momiji studied intently.
“Good…ARGH!” Ryu growled approvingly as Momiji disciplined her mind and body, keeping herself fully aware and focused in the now, not letting a single moment of pleasure be lost to the fog of sensory overload. It was time to proceed to the next level, and soon Momiji was stating it aloud.
“Ryu, I’m… There’s…something happening!” The raven haired vixen stammered out between moans. “I’m coming, aren’t I? Oooh!”
“Do not fight it now.” Ryu said, his voice thick with pleasure as his own climax approached. “Let the pleasure take you. Mmmm… Before you control it, you must allow it to control you.”
“Yes…yes…YES!” Momiji nodded, her eyes growing wide as the sensations in her core intensified. She looked between her bouncing breasts, down the sweaty smoothness of her abdomen and watched as Ryu’s thick cock pumped relentlessly into her dripping wet slit. Ryu’s entire groin was glistening with moisture, soaked completely. Momiji quickly realized that it was her own arousal that had so saturated Ryu’s loins. It was that realization that pushed her over the edge. The fire that Ryu was stoking within her erupted into a blaze that burned through Momiji’s every nerve. When her eyes rolled back this time, no amount of discipline or focus could stop them.
Ryu watched Momiji come. The girl’s torso arched off the table in a spasm of ecstasy so severe that her scream came out as little more than a strangled cry, all the more potent for its softness. Her sheath squeezed his shaft in strong, erratic convulsions, and Ryu summoned all his will to internalize his climax. Ryu knew that the Dragon Essence had to wait until Momiji had fully mastered her own sexuality. She needed to know her natural limits first. But when Momiji’s eyes managed to open, and he looked into them in the midst of her orgasm, his will was shattered. His body rebelled, and his testicles clenched, his ejaculation eminent. All he could do was pull out, the head of his cock spurting its first volley a split second later. Ryu waivered on his feet as he came, still holding Momiji’s wrists in his hands, now using his grip to steady himself.
As the last spasm ended, Ryu looked on in horror as he saw Momiji’s belly and breasts covered in his seed.
Momiji, still gasping for breath as her own orgasm abated, saw the stricken face and sat up, worried.
“Master Ryu, what’s wrong?” She asked, having rarely seen such a look of horror in her master’s eyes.
“Forgive me, Momiji.” Ryu bowed his head, releasing Momiji’s wrists and stepping back.
“For… for what?” Momiji asked before glancing down at her chest and belly. The thick white fluid was dribbling down over her breasts and abs, still warm. This was Ryu’s seed, released by his climax of pleasure that he had experienced inside of her. She looked back up at him. “Master Ryu, there is nothing to forgive.” She reached down and ran a finger between her breasts, and then held it up, studying the fluid and rubbing it between forefinger and thumb. “I ask only that you promise to release this inside me, when the time is right.” She smiled at him with that purity of heart he loved so much.
Ryu moved closer to her, reaching out and cupping her cheek in his hand. “I promise, Momiji.”
“I do need to wash, however.” Momiji grinned.
Ryu grabbed a washcloth from the other side of the table and wiped his seed off her. She watched him quietly, eyes shimmering in the torchlight as he moved the damp cloth over her body. He was so thorough, washing her body like a sacred altar, gentle and scrupulous in his care. Ryu Hayabusa was everything Momiji wanted in a man. He was the unattainable ideal that had become a reality, and it set her heart on fire.
She sat up just as he finished, grabbing the washcloth from him and tossing it across the room. Then she was wrapping her arms around him, and her lips were on his in a hungry kiss that she had desired for years. She felt her breasts compress against his muscular chest, the long shaft of his erect manhood sandwiched between her abs and his, still throbbing with his heartbeat. Her fingers went to his hair, digging into the thick dark strands and pulling his lips hard against hers.
It happened so fast. Ryu should have rebuked her, pushed her away and reasserted his authority as her sexual instructor. But he did not. He loved her, and he could not treat her with the detached objectivity that sexual training required. For the first time he had failed her, but it hardly felt like failure as he wrapped his arms around her, returning her kiss and falling back onto the carpet. He ran his hands over her bare back, savoring the feel of her soft breasts against his chest as she clung to him. He reached down between them, grabbed the base of his cock and guided it into her glistening slit. Momiji moaned in his mouth as he filled her with his hard length of flesh. He bucked his hips, pushing his cock to the hilt inside her, feeling the head of his member press against the very gate of her womb.
“Master!” Momiji squealed, breaking their kiss as she flung her head back in pleasured shock. “You are… There is so much of you inside me, I cannot… Yes!”
She trembled on him, caressing his face with her hands as she just luxuriated in feeling so full, so completely filled with Ryu’s manhood. It was a gift, this act. It was sacred, as sacred as anything she had done as shrine maiden. Momiji’s womb was the shrine, and Ryu’s member was the pilgrim, realizing the divine. Sex was not the defilement Momiji had once feared, but the fulfillment of a sacred design that she and Ryu had been destined for.
Ryu sat up, burying his face in Momiji’s bosom. His hands grasped her breasts, pushing them together enough so that his tongue could dart from one nipple to the other. Momiji arched her back, hands clutching the back of Ryu’s head as he teased her sensitive, aroused peaks. She felt amazing, watching as Ryu seemed to worship her femininity. He held her breasts as though they were utterly priceless, he squeezed them with such carefully tempered strength that she nearly came. She knew her sheath was squeezing tightly around Ryu’s cock, and his long, thick shaft throbbed inside her in return. Even without moving on him, the power of such a joining was enough to take her breath away.
Without warning, Ryu spun, tossing Momiji down flat on her stomach. She barely had time to realize his member had slipped out of her before she felt its hot, heavy length resting against her naked backside.
“Cross your legs.” Ryu instructed simply as he straddled her legs and she complied, putting her right ankle atop her left as she lay face down on the ornate carpet. Ryu dipped his cock down between Momiji’s tightly pressed thighs, squeezing in past her smooth flesh and back into her nether lips once again.
“Oh! Master!” Momiji gasped, whipping her head back as he mounted her. She could feel his sac slide against the back of her thighs as he sank further into her.
Ryu placed both hands on Momiji’s butt, cupping the side of either cheek. He started thrusting, watching as Momiji’s gorgeous butt jiggled with each impact of his loins. His fingers dug into her glutes, squeezing them as he quickly picked up the pace.
“Ah! Ah! OH!” Momiji’s eyes were wide with shock as Ryu’s cock burrowed deep into her at an astonishing speed. The roughness of his hands on her butt holding her steady, the relentless power of his thrusts, it was intoxicating. His cock pumped into her again and again, the rhythm taking her over. Pleasure pulsed through her entire body. She moaned, whimpered, cried out as he thrust on. She laid there, a boneless, quivering collection of nerves all burning with ecstasy. She was completely surrendered, utterly receptive. And Ryu gave her everything she could desire, every lust she had denied herself all her life. Oh, how he gave it!
“Ungh!” Ryu grunted, working his pelvis furiously. Momiji was impossibly tight, her sheath squeezing his pumping cock with a tireless grip. He was mesmerized by the way her perfectly shaped butt quivered with each thrust, and the sounds she made were arousing beyond belief. Momiji’s innocence was being shed before his very eyes, and her screams were those of a girl realizing she was every bit a woman. Nothing sounded sweeter. It was not innocence lost, but a genesis of a something new. She was transforming before his eyes, really. “Up on your knees!”
Momiji obeyed without hesitation, rising up on her hands and knees. Ryu rose with her, crouching to stay inside her. He reached out with his right hand and took hold of Momiji’s ponytail at its base. With a deep breath, Ryu went to work.
“AAAAHHH!!!” Momiji screamed as Ryu’s cock pounded into her with a ferocity that shook her to her bones. Ryu pulled on her ponytail, arching her back as he rode her brutally. “Master, YES!”
It was primal, without refined technique, but it was what they both needed. Ryu tore into her, his powerful legs rippling with muscle. The room was filled with the slapping of wet flesh as Ryu’s groin battered Momiji’s butt, his cock pumping in and out of her gushing crevice.
“Coming…coming…” Momiji managed to spit out between cries of pleasure. Ryu needed no warning, though; he felt the telltale spasms of Momiji’s sheath around his shaft. He leaned into the effort, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving, driving them both toward their climax with complete abandon.
“Come, Momiji! COME!” Ryu roared, yanking hard on her ponytail.
“MASTER!!!” Momiji clawed at the carpet, wailing as she came. Her heart nearly leaped out of her thoat, it beat so fast. She could feel her juices gushing copiously out of her and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the carpet would be utterly ruined, but that only made her delight more poignant. She giggled through the end of her orgasm, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
It took every bit of Ryu’s will to hold off his orgasm until Momiji had completed hers. He could only postpone until a moment after her last spasm before letting loose a deluge inside his apprentice. He reared into her as his cock erupted. “ARGH! Momiji! NNNGHAAA!!!”
Momiji closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of Ryu pouring himself into her. This was what she had craved but could not name. It was glorious, a flood of warmth from Ryu’s loins into her womb. His ejaculations were strong, and she could feel each individual volley his hot liquid shooting into her womb. This was a sacred rite far older than anything she had performed as a shrine maiden. This was the first of all rituals, and the most singular. She instinctively squeezed his shaft, milking his cock for more, wanting to draw out every last drop from his loins.
“Master, more!” She hissed between clenched teeth. “Please, yes! Yes! I can feel it! Ah! It’s filling me up! MORE!”
Ryu released Momiji’s ponytail and leaned heavily against her, pressing his chest against her back as he continued to come. Momiji’s sheath squeezed his cock, keeping his orgasm going as the Dragon Essence was not satisfied. He wasn’t ready to stop, though, and he let her continue to prolong his orgasm. It could have been selfish, but Momiji’s moans of pleasure made it clear she wanted this to continue as much as he did.
“There’s so much!” She almost laughed with delirium. She felt her vessel filling to the brim with each spurt. “Master, it’s…ungha! It’s so good!”
It was only when he realized Momiji’s canal was overflowing with his seed, which was beginning to flow freely down Momiji’s inner thighs, that Ryu forced himself out of her and turned, still ejaculating. Momiji looked back over her shoulder to see Ryu stagger back, his cock spurting long, thick arcs of his seed. She was transfixed by the sight of Ryu’s erect manhood, glistening with her own juices, jerking wildly as it fired forth white, ropey liquid that made Momiji’s mouth water somehow. There was another volley or two that spattered onto the carpet before his climax abated.
“Master Ryu,” She got to her feet, feeling her legs shake a bit from sheer sensual overload. “Please, may we both share in the… the moment together?” She gestured to his seed soaking into the carpet. “I want to feel you fill me with that as we both reach that moment.”
She could not know of the Dragon Essence and how it was granted. If Ryu had any doubts left about the accuracy of Bayonetta’s spell, they were gone now. Momiji truly was meant for this, and sexual training or no, Ryu could not wait another minute to see this destiny fulfilled.

“You are special, Momiji.” Ryu said, stepping forward and pulling her to him, holding her fast against him. “If we come together, if I spill my seed within you as we both join in climax…” Ryu spoke low, gazing into her eyes. “… It will change you. I will pass unto you what is called the Dragon Essence. It is a mystical gift that will grant you endless stamina, supernatural healing, and an end to ageing. I can only pass this on to women who strengthen me with their unique spirit. You are one of these women, and the strength I draw from the joining will be crucial in facing a dire threat in the future.”
“It will be my honor to do this.” Momiji said, frowning as she saw the concern in Ryu’s eyes. “But what is wrong.”
“I only want you to understand this…” Ryu cupped her cheek in his hand. “If there were no Dragon Essence, if there was no dark threat to prepare for… I would still have you, Momiji. I would join with you, a girl I have been privileged to witness become a woman. I would give you my all, for I love you.”
“Master!” Momiji looked up at him with eyes brimming with tears of joy. “I have dreamed so long of hearing you say it!”
Ryu grabbed hold of Momiji’s slender waist and lifted her off her feet, bringing her lips to his and kissing her deeply. Her lips were delicate and warm, but the passion in them was undeniable. She draped her arms over Ryu’s shoulders and savored the kiss, moaning into his mouth all the words that could not hope to describe the love she had for him. He carried her over to the low table where their sexual revelations had begun earlier in the evening and sat her down on the wooden surface. She lay back, spreading her legs as Ryu knelt between them, their loins lining up as before.
Momiji reached down with both hands, set her nimble fingers on either side of her entrance and gently pulled spread her nether lips. She opened her womanhood before him like a blossoming flower, her eyes huge with eagerness and awe as she looked up at him.
“Please,” She spoke softly but with a strength born of earned confidence. “I am ready.”
“Yes,” Ryu nodded, filled with pride for his apprentice, for his lover. “You are.”
He plunged into her with one long thrust. Momiji’s breath left her in a long cry of ecstasy, and she knew that, even if she lived for eons, she would never tire of feeling Ryu’s cock stretching her inner depths to their limits. Her body seemed made for his, this joining was too precise, so complete. If her were any bigger she knew she would be in agony. But his member was utterly sublime, making this connection the most it could be.
“Nnnngh!” Ryu grunted, setting his hips to work between Momiji’s spread legs. He remained upright, though his usual instinct was to embrace his lover as he pleasured her. This time, however, he wanted to see her in all her glory as they made love. Momiji’s breasts bounced around atop her chest in a hypnotic way that set a fire in his blood. His hands held her waist steady and Momiji’s fingers moved to curl around his wrists, holding tight as he thrust on and on.
Momiji gazed up at Ryu, taking in the magnificent visage of the ultimate ninja. His pectoral muscles swelled beneath sweaty skin as his chest expanded and contracted with each steady breath. His abs were astoundingly defined, and they visibly tensed as Ryu controlled his sexual energy to maximize the pleasure for both himself and for Momiji. His arms rippled with muscles that could pull the wings off the Arch Fiend himself, and his rough, well-worn hands had the strength to match. And yet they were now holding Momiji’s nubile young body with the utmost care. Ryu’s cock was a battering ram, slamming up against Momiji’s womb with every stroke. And Momiji had no desire to defend against such an onslaught. Their bodies were designed for this, that much was certain. Ryu’s cock was meant to fill Momiji’s womb with his seed.
The thought of what would eventually, inevitably result filled Momiji’s heart not with fear or doubt nor any ambiguous emotion. It was clear to her in that moment that someday she would bear Ryu Hayabusa’s child, and that thought brought a joy that nearly burst her heart with love and inflamed her entire body with lust.
Ryu saw the fire in Momiji’s eyes. It was a hunger he saw, and he had to satisfy it. He pounded her, their skin slapping so loudly it sounded more like fire crackers than loving sex. They locked gazes, far past the point of speaking of their pleasure in words. Grunts, moans and screams issued from their lips, but Ryu’s hard cock and Momiji’s tight sheath did the conversing for them.
Momiji felt her body finally beginning to betray her, so overloaded with sensation for so long. It was not simply a physical exhaustion, Momiji was as fit as any kunoichi, but rather her senses were burning out, pushed beyond what a human could experience. She had arrived at her pleasure threshold. The vast majority of women could spend a lifetime of sexual adventures seeking their limits without success, and yet Momiji had woken up this morning as a virgin and was now reaching the limits of her body’s capacity for pleasure.
With his thrusts now turning his hips into a blur of motion, Ryu gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure in his loins building to a crescendo years in the making. Ever since he had taken Momiji under his tutelage, ever since he had lost her sister Kureha… no, ever since he had laid eyes on this beautiful, kind and gentle shrine maiden, she and Ryu had been destined for this moment of explosive passion. Everything they had been through, the losses they had endured together and the victories they had shared, it was all to lead them here. And in truth, it was all worth it.
“Momiji…” Ryu growled her name, sensing the time was upon them both.
“M-Master!” She squeaked out, breathing raggedly.
“MOMIJI!!!” Ryu roared, burying himself in her as his orgasm roiled through his groin. His ejaculation was almost violent; he felt his seed flow out of him like a tide. It was as though he were pouring his very soul into Momiji, and with every surging volley Ryu only wanted to give her more.
“RYU!!!” Momiji screamed his name as a devastating blast of pleasure obliterated the world around her, leaving only her and Ryu, their bodies joined in spasms of ecstasy. She knew her body was failing her, every nerve had exceeded its capacity and going numb. For a terrifying moment Momiji thought that she would be robbed of the most profound experience by her own body’s limitations. As she began to lose feeling, she could just feel Ryu’s seed gushing into her. And with that torrential deluge came something truly magical.
Energy filled Momiji, renewing her mind and body and she now felt the full extent of the orgasm she shared with Ryu. It was a whole universe of pleasure and love, two lives pulsing as one at the heart of it all. Their eyes bore into each other, souls bared to one another as their sweat slick bodies thrashed together in vicious spasms. It would have been intense enough to knock out even the most finely trained ninja, but the Dragon Essence kept them fully aware, able to appreciate the true scope and magnitude of the ecstasy they shared.
The explosive sensations gave way to smoldering aftershocks, their bodies sharing simultaneous spasms as they slowly descended from their conjoined heaven of climactic bliss back to earth. Momiji placed her hands on her belly just below her navel. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling Ryu’s rigid cock throb steadily inside her flooded vessel. It was the most contented moment she had known, and Ryu could see that beautiful face of hers glow with joy. He leaned down and lightly kissed her, a strangely chaste kiss considering his manhood was completely buried inside her and his seed had thoroughly coated her womb. And yet there was a power in the kiss that threatened to spur him on to even more sex. But with a mighty effort, Ryu calmed himself and slowly pulled out of Momiji.
“Oooooh…” She cooed as Ryu’s cock slid inch by inch out of her. There was a soft, fleshy pop as the head of his shaft came out, so tight was her slit. She sat up, placing her hands on Ryu’s broad chest and leaned in to press her forehead against Ryu’s. She watched as Ryu’s erection at last began to soften, the mighty warrior retiring from the battlefield. Then she saw the glistening white of Ryu’s seed leaking out of her and for a moment she was irrationally angry that she could not keep every last drop to herself, inside herself. That instinct was quickly subsumed by sheer euphoria at realizing that her life had taken on a new and wholly wonderful dimension. “Master Ryu, thank you for this. Thank you for everything. I am your student, your lover… all that I am is yours.”
“I am sorry, Momiji.” Ryu spoke so softly she hardly heard him. “I am not worthy of your devotion. I failed you.”
“Master?” Momiji looked into his eyes.
“I have failed as your instructor. I allowed my personal feelings to rule me, and your sexual training would suffer for my indulgence.” He took a deep breath. Failure was not something Ryu Hayabusa enjoyed.
“If I have lost you as an instructor only to gain you as a lover…” Momiji smiled brilliantly at him. “… then how could that be a failure?”
“Momiji…” Ryu pulled her into a kiss that lingered for a while. When he finally pulled back, he cradled her face in his hands. “You have a place at my side, if you still wish to accompany me.”
“I do.” Momiji beamed, nodding enthusiastically.
“In that case…” A voice spoke from the doorway. Ryu and Momiji leapt to their feet, Momiji covering her breasts with one arm and her nether regions with the other hand, while Ryu simply assumed a protective stance in front of her, ignoring his nudity completely. He relaxed an instant later, as Ayane stepped into the room, completely naked. The torchlight danced across her nude body, which had gone unseen for far too long, Ryu knew. Ayane did not acknowledge him, and Ryu realized with some surprise that she was addressing Momiji. “… you are in need of a sexual instructor.”
Momiji stared wide eyed at Ayane’s naked form, speechless, but her head nodded almost involuntarily.
Ayane smirked. “Then let us begin.”
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