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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: Momiji’s Mistress Ayane

Ayane smirked. “Then let us begin.”

She strode forward, her naked body moving with perfect grace and poise toward Ryu and Momiji. Ryu stared in awe, recalling the first time Ayane had bared her naked body to him those years ago. She had become even more beautiful, her figure had filled out wonderfully; her breasts were magnificent, and every inch of her skin was utterly immaculate. Her youthful brash pride had been tempered into well-earned confidence. Her body was honed to the very peak of kunoichi potential, and she had total mastery of every last sinew. She was a beautiful blade, deadly and shining in her purity of focus. Ryu’s longing to be with her had never been so poignant. His cock throbbed, aching to plunge into her once more.

Ayane moved to Momiji, however, not even glancing at Ryu’s painfully erect manhood. The shrine maiden held her gaze admirably, but she was shaking with a confusing mix of fear and excitement. Ayane stopped in front of her, looking her straight in the eye.

“If you are to join us, you must understand one thing clearly.” Ayane narrowed her eyes. “No matter his skills, no matter his natural gifts, Ryu Hayabusa is a man. He is one man. One man for six women. He tends to us all, but we must tend to him and each other. Your skills with women must equal your skills with a man. Understand?”

“I… I’ve never…” Momiji swallowed hard, her eyes huge.

“Do you understand?” Ayane repeated, taking a step forward. Her breasts pressed against Momiji’s, their nipples meeting tip to tip.

“Oh!” Momiji moaned, shivering as she looked down to see Ayane’s nipples tickling her own. It looked so obscene, so forbidden. And it made her throb for more. “Y-yes! Teach me, please!”

Ayane nodded, “Learn to touch another woman’s body as if it were your own. Man and woman complement one another, a key entering a lock and opening a world of pleasure. Two opposites joined together, separate voices singing in harmony. But with another woman, you can lose yourself completely. In time, you will learn to drift with her, your bodies indistinguishable from each other. In our bed, you will become one wave in a sea of beautiful women. But you begin here with me.”

Ryu watched with rapt attention as Ayane leapt on Momiji, and the two women fell to the carpet. Ayane pinned Momiji beneath her, looking down with a predator’s eye while Momiji looked back with wide eyed shock. The violet haired kunoichi’s hands grasped the shrine maiden’s, their fingers intertwining. Momiji shivered with excitement as she felt Ayane’s naked body pressed against hers from breast to toe. Then Ayane began to move on her, sliding her body across Momiji’s slowly. Momiji sighed luxuriously as Ayane’s smooth skin moved on hers. She looked down, staring as Ayane’s breasts rubbed against hers over and over, their nipples flicking over each other while the soft, perfect skin of each woman caressed the other.

“Mistress!” Momiji moaned, wanting more.

“Can you feel us blending, Momiji?” Ayane asked, her breath heavy with lust. “Our skin is soft, our body warm… and wet.”

“I can feel it!” Momiji gasped. She truly did feel it. There was a warm trickling as Ayane’s arousal was running down onto Momiji’s nether lips and mixing with her own copious juices.

“We are beautiful.” Ayane leaned her head down and ran her tongue over Momiji’s quivering lips. She could feel Momiji’s body shivering with anticipation beneath hers, their naked skin rubbing together. Momiji’s nipples were incredibly erect, poking Ayane’s breasts with each sensual stroke of the seasoned kunoichi against the young shrine maiden. “We are deadly.”

“Yes!” Momiji gasped, her lips opening as Ayane’s tongue made another pass. The raven haired girl tentatively darted her own tongue out, and as Ayane’s passed over it, Momiji moaned with the sheer carnality of it all.

“We are pleasure itself.” Ayane purred, sliding herself down Momiji’s body further, crawling back to bring her face between Momiji’s velvety thighs. “And we taste only the finest.”

Momiji was watching Ayane’s face dipping down toward her womanhood one moment, and the next she was starring wild-eyed at the ceiling, a silent scream caught in her throat. Ayane’s tongue was dancing inside her, her lips mauling her crevice hungrily. Momiji’s fingers tore through the carpet and gouged the wood beneath. Her back arched in the extreme, her breasts jiggling freely as she shook with spasms of pleasure. And yet she was silent, her mouth open but unable to make a sound.

But then Ayane, lapping at Momiji’s rosy slit, moaned into the shrine maiden’s nether lips.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” Momiji wailed, her voice ripping from her throat in a strangled exclamation of raw ecstasy as she felt Ayane’s moan vibrate against her clitoris.

Ayane drank Momiji’s climax in, savoring the shrine maiden’s delicious taste. She felt Ryu watching them. When she had heard Ryu taking Momiji’s virginity earlier that evening, Ayane had known at once why she and Ryu had not been together since his return. She ached for him, and he for her, but they had both abstained. Until now, it had nearly driven her to distraction, the undefined feeling they must wait at odds with her lust. But now it was clear. All that waiting, all that pent up desire, was for this moment. Momiji needed a role model in the kunoichi sexual arts, and with the hunger built up in Ayane, she was going to get the education of a lifetime.

“Momiji!” Ayane reached up and slapped the other girl’s cheek, bringing her out of a post orgasmic haze. “Next lesson. Ryu Hayabusa does not simply mate with us. He does not make love TO us. We make love WITH him.”

His manhood ached. Ayane stood and turned to face him. They moved toward each other with steady steps despite their voracious desire. Ayane looked down at his member, seeing the painfully hard organ throb. She could sense his hot blood surging through the hard length of flesh as it twitched with anticipation. Unable to wait another moment, Ryu pulled her against him, pressing her naked body against his for the first time in far too long. She wrapped her arms around his torso as they embraced. Ryu marveled at the feel of Ayane’s full breasts pressing against his chest, and Ayane could feel his heart thundering against her bosom from behind his massive pectoral muscles.

Ryu grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Ayane’s head and pulled firmly, forcing her face up to meet his as he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and a spark of lust jumped through them both. Ayane’s fingers raked down Ryu’s back, while Ryu’s free hand slid down the kunoichi’s back to grab her bare butt, squeezing her toned cheek.

Momiji was on her knees and toes, riveted as she watched the two warriors kiss and grope each other. The kiss was nearly a contest of will, the two lovers seeming to be locked in a back and forth battle for control of the other, and yet their movements were always in harmony. Then they were sinking down to the floor, and Ayane gracefully rolled atop Ryu as they descended. She straddled his hips, with Ryu’s raging erection resting against her abdomen. Ayane leaned forward, running her hands over Ryu’s broad chest, feeling every contour of his muscular torso.

“I have missed this.” She said softly.

“As have I.” Ryu replied, reaching up to cup Ayane’s breasts.

“Mmmm…” Ayane moaned as Ryu kneaded her orbs. “It has been so very long.”

“Too long.” Ryu agreed, his thumbs rolling over her nipples. Then he caught Ayane’s eye and glanced to Momiji. “But I believe that…”

“That the wait has been for a good cause.” Ayane finished his thought. She then addressed the neophyte kunoichi. “Momiji, be mindful. This is how it is done.”

Ayane rose up, rolling her hips forward to align their bodies, and came down on Ryu’s cock with perfect form.

“Nghhh! YES!” Ryu growled as Ayane’s tight flesh enveloped his entire shaft.

“Ahhhh! Oh, FINALLY!” Ayane screamed, her back arching as Ryu’s hard cock utterly filled her inner depths.

Ryu’s fingers dug deep into Ayane’s breasts as his hips jerked up, seeking to drive his manhood even deeper into the hot, wet sheath of Ayane’s womanhood. She started bouncing on him, her toned thighs flexing. Pleasure flowed through Ryu’s loins as she rode him, and he breathed deeply, letting her set the pace. He rolled his hips up to meet her undulations, and they both let out long, luxuriating moans of ecstasy.

Momiji gazed in wonder as Ayane worked herself on Ryu, in control and yet in concert with him. This was a contest, but one in which both sides vied for mutual victory. Momiji realized how passive she had been, depending on Ryu to carry them both on the road to climax. But Ayane and Ryu were a true team, both working together to achieve pleasures that Momiji could only guess at. The sexual delights that she had experienced thus far were more than anything should have ever hoped for, but now she saw that it was only her first step into a whole world of pleasures.

“Let’s show her what two ninjas can really do.” Ayane leered down at Ryu.

“Very well.” Ryu nodded.

Momiji gasped in shock. One moment Ayane was riding Ryu with a brisk rhythm and then suddenly Ryu had her on her back while he pounded between her legs like a ravenous beast. But Ayane did simply lay and take it, she humped up to meet him, their hips colliding with loud slapping sounds that filled the room. A split second later and Ayane was undulating atop Ryu’s cock, facing away from him and looking Momiji right in the eye. Though Ayane said nothing, Momiji could practically hear her voice asking ‘do you understand now?’ while Ryu bucked up beneath her and sent them rolling into a new position. Momiji had observed Ryu and Ayane spar before, and their combat training was intense and brutal. But even that paled against the ferocity with which Ryu and Ayane tore into each other during sex. The average man and woman would have been severely injured or even killed in such a brutal tangling as Momiji was witnessing.

Ayane sprawled on her stomach with Ryu behind her. He lifted her left leg high into the air while he sank his cock deep into her tight slit. It was a remarkable feat of flexibility and Momiji gawked at Ayane’s lithe body as it accommodated the extreme position. The violet haired kunoichi slammed her fist against the floor as Ryu’s manhood pumped inside her. “Ryu! Ah! HARDER!”

He flipped her onto her back, reaching under her to grab the small of her back, lifting her hips up to meet his as he pounded away. Ayane undulated her entire body, waves of motion starting at her neck and moving down her spine and down into her hips. She moved like the sea, her body becoming waves that crashed against Ryu’s own relentlessly thrusting hips. Their skin, glistening with sweat, slapped loudly together. Their voices cried out to each other, grunting and moaning as powerful sensations burned through them. Momiji saw how their eyes locked, the pleasure of one being reflected in the eyes of the other, feeding back in on itself as they savored each other’s pleasure every bit as much as their own.

The inevitable moment came at last. Ryu lifted Ayane up into his lap as he kneeled, wrapping his arms around her back and pressing her glorious breasts against his chest. She writhed against him, working his cock around inside her as they both raced to their release. Their foreheads pressed together, and they lost themselves in each other’s eyes. Momiji looked on unblinkingly as Ryu and Ayane began to spasm. Ryu’s hips bucked hard and Ayane’s back arched as she flung her head back and screamed. Ryu roared like a tiger as his loins erupted up into Ayane’s convulsing womanhood.

“RYU!” she cried.

“AYANE!” he bellowed in answer.

Momiji felt tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she watched Ayane and Ryu shake together as their orgasms formed a perfect duet of ecstasy. Two bodies, honed to perfection to deal death, now strained together in the beautiful epitome of life.

Ayane grabbed Ryu’s head and pulled him into a series of rapid kisses, her lips moving from his lips to his cheeks, his forehead, and finally back to his lips. She felt the last spasm of his cock and the peerlessly gratifying sensation of her vessel filling up with his hot seed. Then she whispered, “We are never going to wait that long again.”

“Agreed.” Ryu smiled, kissing her full on the lips.

Finally Ayane broke their kiss and looked over to Momiji, who was now biting her lip and watching them with glistening eyes and tear streaked cheeks.

“Observation lesson is concluded.” Ayane gave her a predatory smile. “Now for participation.”

* * *

“OH! He is so deep, Ayane!” Momiji gasped, shaking on her hands and knees as Ryu rutted into her from behind.

“He is Ryu Hayabusa!” Ayane rebuked her sharply. She sat cross legged in front of Momiji, supervising as the ninja rode the shrine maiden. “He will ALWAYS fill you to the very entrance of your womb. How you handle that is up to you. Take the pleasure and let it fuel your own passion! His hips are relentless, and so too must be your own! Now act!”

Momiji set her jaw, focusing her mind and willing herself not to be overwhelmed by Ryu’s cock as it pumped into her over and over. It felt incredible to have such an intimate part of her own body filled by an equally intimate part of her beloved’s body. That thought sparked a hunger in her, an irresistible desire for more. While Ryu’s cock was already reaching the crown of her womb, Momiji wanted more, though that were impossible. If there was no deeper he could go, then she would have him…

“HARDER!” Momiji shouted suddenly, rearing back to slam her perfectly formed butt against Ryu’s hips.

“UNGH!” Ryu grunted, taken by surprise.

“That’s more like it.” Ayane grinned. “If he rides you, the least you can do is buck.”

Momiji’s spine undulated, and her entire body moved with fluid waves in time with Ryu’s thrusts. His manhood drove deep as ever, but now Momiji’s tight sheath moved up and down, working his long, thick shaft around inside her and enhancing their pleasure. Her inner flesh was like an oven around his cock, and her juices were lathering the full length of it.

“Argh! I come, Momiji!” Ryu said huskily, his hands snaking under Momiji’s torso to grab her breasts. He squeezed the soft, warm spheres as he came, pumping the shrine maiden full of his seed.

“Yes! RYU! I’m…AAIYEEE!!!” Momiji squealed, humping against him and bearing down on the erupting cock deep inside her. Her orgasm throbbed through her entire body and she loved the way Ryu squeezed her breasts in time with each volley of his seed filling her up.

Ayane watched with quiet pride as Momiji’s undulations brought a roar of satisfaction from Ryu. His body shuddered with the power of his climax, his energy was palpable, every perfectly defined muscle flexing as he poured his essence into Momiji’s nubile young body. At last Ryu pulled out, landing on his butt and enjoying the moment as Momiji rolled onto her back and grinned up at the ceiling, her eyes full of wonder and discovery. Not so long ago, Ayane would have been dismissive and spiteful at such a sight. She had been consumed by bitterness for most of her youth, having suffered the stigma of being the product of her mother’s rape at the hands of her uncle. She had been denied the childhood she had craved, and the brother she loved in Hayate. Hayate’s closeness with Kasumi had turned Ayane against her own sister for a long while.

Momiji reminded Ayane of Kasumi very much. Both were the purest, most kind girls one could ever hope to meet. While the love of Ryu Hayabusa had finally melted Ayane’s heart and allowed her to reconcile with Kasumi, Ayane knew that Momiji needed a master, not a sister. The pang of disappointment she felt surprised her. She hadn’t realized it until just now, but Ayane was growing to love Momiji, just as she had fallen so deeply for Kasumi. Why? Why did Ayane desire these two women so strongly when they were so different from herself? Did therein lay the answer? Momiji and Kasumi were what Ayane might have been under different circumstances, or at least what she would have aspired to be. And for that she loved them.

“Mistress Ayane?” Momiji’s soft voice brought Ayane out of her introspective haze. Ayane looked up to see the raven haired girl looking at her with concern. “Are you all right?”

“I am fine.” Ayane shook her head,

“You’re crying.” Momiji said, and though her naked athletic body, glistening with sweat and the epitome of youthful virility, it was the genuine concern in her eyes and voice that made her seem so impossibly sexy to Ayane in that moment.

“Nonsense.” Ayane blinked, and then wiped at her brow. “Just perspiration running into my eyes.”

She felt a strong hand on her shoulder and realized that Ryu had moved behind her. She glanced back at him and saw the knowing look in his eye. She didn’t fool him. Never had, never would.

“Perhaps I should give you something worth sweating for.” He said, crawling over her as she laid back, spreading her legs eagerly. Ryu entered her and Ayane moaned long and loud. She kissed him deeply, staring into his eyes as his cock pulsed inside her.

“I love you, Ryu.” Ayane mouthed silently so Momiji would not witness her master admitting such vulnerability. She saw Ryu’s answer in his eyes and it set her heart aflame.

“Mistress…” Momiji started cautiously. “…you aren’t moving against him. Are we not to always take the initiative?”

“Every so often we require a very specific thing.” Ayane spoke to Momiji, but her eyes were still locked with Ryu’s as he lay over her. “When our technique is exhausted, our defenses must eventually lower; we open ourselves without reservation or pretense. Sometimes, Momiji… we just need to be fu—aaaahhh!!!”

Momiji covered with mouth with her hands and watched as Ryu gave Ayane exactly what she needed.

* * *

Ryu lay with Ayane and Momiji at his side, each snuggled up against him. The candles had all burned out, but the dawn’s light was coming in through the windows now.

“Is it always like this?” Momiji asked, stroking Ryu’s abs gently. “I mean, is every night going to be like this?”

“Don’t be absurd.” Ayane chided, her finger tracing the edge of Ryu’s pectorals. “It’s going to be much better than this.”

Momiji broke out in a fit of giggles and Ayane allowed herself a slight smile. Ryu loved the sound of Momiji’s laughter, and it was so wonderful to see Ayane smile again.

“I will wash and prepare breakfast.” Momiji said, getting to her feet before frowning and laying a hand on her flat belly. “Though I hardly feel any hunger.”

“Prepare food anyway.” Ayane sat up. “Dragon Essence or not, we can still enjoy a finely made meal.”

“Will your father join us?” Momiji asked Ryu.

“That depends entirely…” Ryu cocked an eyebrow. “….on whether they’re done yet or not.”

“That woman you arrived with?” Momiji asked excitedly. “What is she doing with Master Jo…?” She trailed off as she realized the obvious. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson. “Oh. But who is she?”

“I’ll let her introduce herself.” Ryu smiled at Momiji’s blushing face.

“After breakfast.” Ayane smirked, reaching up and slapping Momiji’s butt. “Sometime this morning, if possible.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Momiji rushed away to prepare.

Ryu turned to Ayane and arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, I could get used to having an apprentice.” Ayane grinned mischievously, sidling back up against Ryu. She slipped a hand down to grab his member.

“Ayane…” Ryu grumbled, but he did not fight his body’s reaction, letting his manhood rise to attention in her skillful grip. “Momiji will have breakfast ready soon, and it would be thoughtless to make love in her absence.”

“She has to wash first, and besides…” Ayane leaned down slowly, her eyes fixed on Ryu’s erect cock. “We aren’t having sex. I’m just thirsty.”

There had been a day Ryu would have scolded her for such an obscene act. Today was not that day. Ryu lay back down, closing his eyes as Ayane’s warm, lush lips closed around the crown of his hard, pulsing organ.

A rooster crowed in the distance; another cock welcoming the dawn in its own way.
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