Ninja Gaiden Koibito

The End and Beginning


Ryu knocked lightly on the door, and then slid it open quietly, entering the room within. He carried a small tray of rice and beef with a tall glass of fresh juice in one hand. He wore a loose fitting blue ninja garb, the hood draped around his neck. Ryu smiled warmly at the woman lying in bed.

“Good morning, Kasumi.” Ryu set the tray down next to his love and then took her hand in his. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel wonderful, Ryu.” Kasumi’s smile was dazzlingly. Her face seemed to glow with joy. “I felt some movement when I woke. Do you want to feel?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Ryu placed his hand on Kasumi’s tummy, which was now well on the way. Kasumi guided his hand around to the side and within a few moments he felt a strong jab.

“A strong one.” Ryu grinned boyishly. “Takes after the mother, no doubt.”

Kasumi smiled and brought Ryu’s hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles. “I do not feel that strong hiding here in bed.”

“I know, Kasumi. But we have many enemies,” Ryu rubbed her tummy gently. “And though you would certainly be victorious in any battle…”

“I am not alone in my body.” Kasumi covered his hand with hers. “I know, Ryu. I just look forward to the day when our child will be in my arms.”

“Just a few more days, most likely.” Ryu looked around the room. The small window gave a beautiful view of the bright and increasingly hot summer day outside. “I have never seen Gen Fu so excited. He takes a great honor in hosting you in his dojo.”

“He has been such a kind soul, Ryu.” Kasumi closed her eyes. “If only everyone reacted in the same manner.” She dropped her head. “I only hope the birth of my brother’s niece will finally make him take action.”

Ryu took a deep breath. “Hayate will see reason, Kasumi.” He raised his eyebrow in question. “Did you say ‘his niece’?”

“Wishful thinking, I suppose.” Kasumi giggled, looking back up at him.

There was a soft knock on the door, and they turned to see Ayane peeking in.

“May I speak with my sister, Ryu?” Ayane chirped cheerfully. “In private?”

“Of course,” Ryu turned back and leaned in to kiss Kasumi tenderly on the lips. “Rest easy, love.”

Ayane closed the door behind him and Ryu made his way through the rustic dojo, at last reaching the training room. Several sparing mats were placed around the room along with several wooden dummies. Two poles stood with a horizontal bar between them, making for an excellent acrobatics tool.

“Good to see you have decided to stay in shape.” A grave voice spoke from behind him.

Ryu turned to see Gen Fu walking toward him slowly, hands clasped behind his back, his shoulders held square against the hunch of his many years. He wore his sparse gray hair in a ponytail, and sported a bushy goatee. His elegant dark grey robes rustled as he came to stand next to Ryu.

“I was not training, Master Gen Fu.” Ryu bowed. “May I ask where your apprentice is?”

“Eliot has gone off on a quest.” Gen Fu’s eyes sparkled with good humor. “The longer he is gone, the better a man he shall be upon his return.” His expression became stern suddenly. “But why are you not training?”

“I…” Ryu found himself faltering. “I have been distracted with Kasumi’s pregnancy.”

“Indeed.” Gen Fu huffed. “But it is Kasumi who is pregnant. Not you, Ryu.”

“My skills remain.” Ryu’s ire began to rise.

“Care to test that assumption?” Gen Fu stepped around in front of Ryu.

“I would.” Ryu nodded.

“Then hit me, Ryu.” Gen Fu widened his stance, his arms stretching out. “If you are able.”

Ryu rushed toward the old man, his feet leaving the padded floor, kicking out. Gen Fu ducked easily under the assault, not giving an inch of ground. Ryu landed on his feet and sent a flurry of punches toward the age ravaged face before him. The Chinese master parried the strikes casually, and slapped Ryu lightly across the face.

Ryu brought his fist back for a powerful blow, and Gen Fu leaned back, focusing his energy. Ryu swung forward, his fist meeting with Gen Fu’s palm. Ryu felt as though his hand had struck an iron wall. Ryu attempted another kick, but it sailed over Gen Fu’s head. Before he could recover, Ryu found himself flying up into the air from a solid blow to his chest.

Gasping for breath, Ryu fell back toward the earth but something caught him. Ryu turned and saw Gen Fu’s wrinkled face. The old man had caught Ryu in his arms, sparing him a painful fall.

“I see your point.” Ryu managed to speak past the pain in his chest.

“Indeed.” Gen Fu nodded, setting Ryu back on his feet. “I should not have been able to do that to you. You must renew your training.”

“I would be honored if you would train me,” Ryu bowed toward Gen Fu.

“No, no, Ryu.” Gen Fu shook his head. “You need no sensei. The skills, you have. You need only the physical discipline returned to you. You require a partner, not a teacher. And I believe you have one standing behind you.”

Ryu turned to see Ayane leaning against the door, looking rather amused. No doubt she had seen Ryu’s short lesson in humility. She was fitted with a deep purple ninja tunic that befitted her short lilac hair.

“I would be happy to help,” Ayane walked toward them. “If master Ryu has no objections, of course.”

Ryu narrowed his eyes at Ayane’s smirk.

“I shall leave you to it, then.” Gen Fu made for the door. “I will see to it that no one disturbs your…training.”

Gen Fu slid the door closed and was gone.

“I trust you enjoyed the spectacle of my humiliation?” Ryu asked sardonically.

“Me, master Ryu?” Ayane mocked innocence. “Not at all. Shall we start with a run?”

After stretching a bit, the two ninja began jogging around the dojo training room, limbering up. As his blood started flowing, Ryu soon felt his old self returning. After what amounted to about ten miles, they stopped and began stretching again.

“Is it getting warm in here, Ryu?” Ayane said, breathing deeply as she stretched her right leg up almost parallel to her body. Her brow glistened with perspiration.

“I thought I was the one in need of a work out.” Ryu smiled despite the fact that he himself was now sweating freely. The sun poured in through the slanted shutters high above them, and the day was turning out to be a scorcher.

“I am not as young as I was when you trained me, Ryu.” Ayane laughed.

Ryu peeled off his robe, leaving him in his tan breeches. Ryu turned and tossed the robe to the wall, relishing the feel of air on his bare torso. The top half of Ayane’s tunic flew past his shoulder toward the wall as well. He turned back and found Ayane standing, naked from the waist up. He stared at her.

“What? Are you the only one here who may be too warm?” Ayane chided.

“Let us try some pushups.” Ryu dodged her question. They both descended to the floor, facing each other.

“Ready,” Ayane said, looking at Ryu. “And one…two…three…four…”

Ryu began his repetitions, keeping an eye on Ayane in front of him. He watched as her breasts touched the floor mat with every downward move, lifting back up and then descending back down to press against the mat again.

Suddenly Ryu’s chest was not the first thing touching the mat during his reps. He cursed under his breath as his erection grew more prominent. Soon it was large enough to inhibit his pushups.

“…three hundred and four…three hundred and five…Something wrong?” Ayane grinned, eyeing Ryu’s annoyed expression and the bulge beneath him.

“No, Ayane, nothing.” Ryu shook his head, sweat dripping from his nose.

“Well, if you cannot do a pushup properly, at least I can give you more resistance.” Ayane got to her feet and stepped over Ryu. She laid down on Ryu’s back, her firm, full breasts pressing against his shoulder blades. “Now go ahead. Three hundred and six…three hundred and seven…”

Ryu tried desperately to ignore the soft pressure of Ayane’s nude bosom pressed against his bare back, but to no avail. After another hundred reps he could barely go down toward the mat at all.

“…four hundred sixty two…four hundred....All right, stop.” Ayane rolled off him, kneeling next to a severely embarrassed Ryu. “If this is a problem, we have to deal with it.”

Ryu lay on his side, propped up on his elbow. “I thought we were here to train.”

“Who said anything about stopping the training?” Ayane’s face lit up with mischievous glee. She untied the lower half of her ninja garb, slipping the fabric from her lean body. Ryu quickly discarded his breeches, and at last his manhood sprung free from its restraints.

“I think some sit-ups are in order.” Ayane pushed Ryu onto his back and straddled his hips, her feet set on either side of his chest. Ryu clasped his hands behind his head.

She tenderly gripped his hard shaft in her hands, stroking it lovingly as she guided it past her violet patch into her velvety folds. Ayane leaned back between Ryu’s spread legs until her shoulder blades rested on the mat. Ryu’s rod leaned with her, bringing a low groan from the ninja’s mouth.

“Ready?” Ayane’s voice was higher now. “One…OH!”

They both sat up, their abdominal muscles constricting as their torsos left the floor. Ryu and Ayane met face to face at the apex of the sit-up, able to gaze into each other’s eyes. As they rose and fell Ryu’s cock roamed up in Ayane’s tight sheath, rubbing a very sensitive area within. Ayane’s inner muscles tightened with her abs as she rose off the mat, squeezing Ryu’s shaft.

“…two….ahhhhh….oh, three…FOUR!....ungh….fa…five….” Ayane’s voice rose in pitch with every repetition.

Ryu himself felt extraordinarily aroused by this erotic training. Years before he had done hundreds of sit-ups with the young Ayane, her youthful exuberance making him smile.

And now…

“…Forty-three!....YES!...Forty-FOUR, AHHH!....Forty-Five!...Forty-SEX!...” Ayane squealed. “SIX, I mean! Forty-SIX!”

“Nnnngh! Could we go faster, Ayane?” Ryu’s voice was heavy.

“YES!” Ayane nodded emphatically. “Much faster!”

They more than tripled their pace, sending their backs rebounding off the floor nearly twice a second.

“Fifty-seven-fifty-eight-fifty-nine-sixty-sixty-one…” Ayane spat out the numbers as fast she could. “Seventy-three-seventy-AHHHHH!!!!”

“To hell with the count, Ayane!” Ryu growled, sweat pouring down his chest as he came up to face Ayane for a split second. “Just…ARGH!...FASTER!”

Ryu’s world became a series of flashes: The dojo ceiling, Ayane’s face, the dojo ceiling, Ayane’s face. Over and over they reared up toward each other, Ryu’s cock sliding up and down, driving Ayane to rapturous distraction.

Ryu felt his abs begin to burn in complaint. His breath became labored, and he found speech to be impossible. Eventually even moans and groans were beyond either of them, the only sound was their desperate breaths and the slap of their bare backs against the mat.

At long last, Ryu felt the pressure in his loins expand out to engulf his body in an intense orgasm that seemed to rocket through Ayane as well. They were both facing each other at the peak of their sit-up when the peak of their sex crashed through them. Unable to utter a sound, they locked gazes for a moment until their eyes began to roll over with the power of their climax. They fell back, overcome by the sensations, to spasm on the floor in poignant silence.

Ryu stared up at the ceiling, his diaphragm twitching with pain that was hardly felt. After a long while, Ryu finally slipped his softening member from Ayane’s slit, and sat up, grimacing against the atrocious cramping in his abdomen. Ayane’s violet locks stuck to her forehead as she sat up slowly, her face flushed.

“So,” Ayane gasped, trying to catch her breath.

“So,” Ryu nodded, his chest heaving.

Ayane motioned toward something behind him. “Pull-ups?”

Ryu nodded and they both got to their feet, making their way to the elevated horizontal bar he had seen earlier. The bar was a little over seven feet from the floor, and Ayane leapt up and grabbed hold of it with ease. She lifted herself up to hook her elbows over the bar while Ryu stepped in front of her.

“Grab my shoulders, Ryu.” Ayane chirped cheerfully.

Ryu crouched down and then sprang up, grabbing Ayane’s shoulders in an underhand grip, his face pressed between the two mounds of Ayane’s chest. The female ninja’s lean arms strained under Ryu’s weight, but she held firmly, her chin hovering over the bar.

“Up!” Ayane ordered, spreading her legs.

Ryu’s biceps bulged and he rose up, his shaft sliding up between Ayane’s smooth thighs and into her nether lips. When Ryu came up to eye level with her, his member was in to the hilt.

“H-hold.” Ayane gazed into Ryu’s eyes, and he gazed back. “Lords, Ryu…I can feel your heartbeat inside me.”

She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sensations as Ryu’s cock throbbed steadily within her. At last, almost reluctantly, she opened her eyes again. “Down.”

Ryu lowered himself with precise control, steadily extending his arms. His member emerged from Ayane’s slit inch by inch until only the head remained within her.

“Up.” Ayane purred. “Slowly.”

Ryu’s arms constricted again, lifting him up. Ayane’s firm orbs slid over Ryu’s ripped chest as his shaft inched its way back in.

“Hold.” Ayane whispered, her eyes tracing every detail of Ryu’s face. “Down.”

They continued at a slow, methodical pace. Minutes slipped past as they hung together, their breathing deep and steady as their bodies slid over each other with sublime leisure. Time lost all meaning as their bodies moved to the same easy rhythm. Neither of them was aware that nearly an hour had passed when the heat in their loins began to boil.

A maddening pressure built up between Ryu’s legs, threatening to burst forth. Every instinct in his body screamed out, urging Ryu to pound Ayane until this unbearable pressure was released. Biting down on his tongue, Ryu restrained himself, keeping his arms raising and lowering to the same steady rhythm.

“Ryu…” Ayane’s voice sounded almost frightened. “Do…do you feel that?”

“Yes, Ayane.” Ryu found his own voice surprisingly weak. “I feel it.”

“It’s…big.” Ayane’s arms began to shake with more than just exhaustion. “So…big…”

“Hold on tight, Ayane.” Ryu whispered, bracing himself as his cock rose up into her.

There was no explosion of sudden release, no quick flash of pleasure. A great swell of ecstasy arose in their loins with all the power and majesty of the dawning sun, bathing their bodies in the rapturous light of orgasm. Ayane let forth a long impassioned moan, voicing what no words could describe. Under the deluge of pleasure, Ryu could hear a strange guttural cry. It took several moments for him to realize it was his own voice grunting incoherently. They both hung there above the floor, bodies entwined in a glorious series of spasms that they hoped would never end.

Ayane’s arms slipped free from the bar, sending them crashing to the floor mats in a sweaty heap. She pressed her cheek against Ryu’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while they both caught their breath.

“Ancestors be praised.” She sighed deeply.

“Amen.” Ryu breathed. As the last remnants of his orgasm diffused from his body, the burning in his arms came to Ryu’s attention. Every muscle along his arms screamed with agony, but it hardly bothered him.

“Time for a run, Ryu.” Ayane shoved herself off of him, and started stretching her aching limbs.

Ryu got to his feet just as Ayane took off, unlatching the door and streaking out of the dojo. Shaking his head in awe, Ryu started after her. Ayane was nearly a quarter mile away by the time he caught sight of her. Pouring on the speed, Ryu became a blur shooting across the soft soil. They raced each other around the sunlit countryside.

“Ryu!” Ayane called over her shoulder as he sped toward her. “If you catch me, we take a break!”

Ryu’s feet barely touched the ground. The wind howled around him, the trees blurred past. As Ayane sped around a small pond, Ryu saw his chance. Focusing his chi, Ryu ran all out straight toward the water. His foot splashed against the surface, staying there for a fraction of an instant, and then moved on. So fast was he running that his weight never broke the surface tension of the water. Ryu skimmed the surface, cutting off Ayane as she came around the other side. Before her shock could register on her face, Ryu had Ayane in his arms, sweeping her off her feet and speeding on toward a meadow beyond the pond.

“Running on water.” Ayane shook her head. “Well done, Ryu.”

“Time for our break, then.” Ryu skidded to a halt and set Ayane down on the soft grass.

“Best not to waste our time.” Ayane wrapped her arms around him, pressing her young, vital body fast against his. Their lips met in a frantic kiss, tongues grappling to a stalemate.

Ryu fell to his knees before Ayane, sending his hands to roam over her body. The rough texture of his skin slid over her sweaty form, tracing every curve of the female ninja’s perfect body.

“Oh, Ryu…” Ayane’s head lolled about. “I want you…so badly.”

“You have me, Ayane.” Ryu pulled her down to him, laying her down on her back and crawling over her. “You have me always.”

“Inside me, Ryu. I want you…” Ayane’s fingers snaked around his hardened rod, guiding it to her moistened depths.

Ryu thrust into Ayane, taking her breath away. His hot shaft filled her vessel, sending delightful sensations shooting through her body. Ayane brought her legs up, wrapping them around Ryu’s taut buttocks, pulling him into her ever deeper, ever harder.

“AH! Yes! I wanted this years ago, Ryu!” Ayane moaned into his ear. “When I was a little girl…oh, nnngh!...I fantasized about this!”

“Ayane…” Ryu grunted. “Please…do not….oh…so…TIGHT! YES!”

“It is truth! Argh! HARDER!” Ayane continued. “Did you never wonder why…AHHH!...why I took my nunchaku to bed?”

Visions of the young Ayane writhing about in her bed came unbidden to Ryu’s mind: The young girl pleasuring herself with the smooth wooden handles; her high voice calling out his name in ecstasy as she came over and over again…

“RYU!” Ayane’s voice brought him out of his shameful reverie. “Hold nothing back, Ryu! Take me body and soul!”

Ryu’s hands took hold of Ayane’s slender shoulders in a firm grip. Ryu arched his back, and let forth the full power of his passion. His cock slammed into Ayane’s warm sheath in a furious craze. Ayane’s full breasts shook beneath him as he pounded into her with abandon, giving no quarter to his lover.

“Yes, Ryu! AHHHHHH!!!” Ayane bucked her hips, meeting every thrust with her own. Her lilac patch crashed against Ryu’s loins in frenzied obsession. “So good!”

“ARGH! Ayane!” Ryu bore down, his feet digging into the earth as he pounded her relentlessly. “Nnnngh! You hold me so tightly!”

“Oh, Ryu, you are so warm! So firm!” Ayane heaved against him. “So….OH, YES!!!”

Ayane’s inner muscles pulled on his rod desperately, making him groan in pleasure. He felt the inevitable climax beginning.

“Ryu, it approaches!” Ayane gasped, her fingernails clawing over his back.

“Yes, Ayane, I feel it!” Ryu grasped Ayane’s wrists and pinned them to the ground above her head. Focusing his might, Ryu yelled. “Feel this pleasure!”

Ryu’s groin impacted Ayane’s hips with inhuman power, sounding with the crack of a whip with every thrust. The violet haired ninja’s voice cried out her approval.

“Lord of the Ancestors!!! So DEEP, Ryu! AHHHH!!! SO GOOD!!!” Her head thrashed from side to side, her body undulating against his. “Come with me, Ryu! COME WITH ME, MY LOVE!!!”

“Yes, Ayane!” Ryu’s self-control was obliterated before the onslaught of pleasure. “I LOVE… HYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!!

His declaration turned to a savage battle-cry of ecstasy, ripping the air from him as his loins went nova.

“RYUUUUUUU!!! YAAAAAAAA!!!” Ayane’s passage crushed down on the gushing cock within her, pumping it for every last drop.

They screamed and screamed, startling flocks of birds into flight from nearby trees. The swirl of passion and release seemed unable to end, continuing to spiral ever upward as Ryu and Ayane cried out, gazing into one another’s eyes and seeing their pleasure reflected and amplified with every spasm of their straining loins.

In the end, they both found their eyes rolling back in their heads as the ecstasy overtook their minds. Then everything went blank.

***

When they finally regained consciousness, they washed in the pond, then made their way back to the dojo.

“One last routine.” Ayane said, unable to stop smiling.

In the corner of the dojo, Ryu saw two ornate stones about two feet in diameter. Next to them sat a large hourglass, equally ornate.

“The Hour of Patient Strength!” Ryu grinned. “It has been many years since I saw this tradition performed!”

Ayane smiled warmly as she watched Ryu sit down between the two stones, crossing his ankles in ceremonial fashion. Gripping each in either hand, Ryu gave them a testing lift. His brow furrowed in effort. The stones were incredibly heavy. He set them back down with a dull thud.

“Bear in mind, Ryu,” Ayane admonished him. “Once the hourglass begins, you cannot put the stones down, lest you dishonor the Ancestors themselves.”

Ryu nodded solemnly, then looked up at Ayane inquiringly. “What shall you do?”

“Upper body training as well.” Ayane picked up the hourglass. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Ryu slipped his hands under the stones, then lifted them slowly; sweat already beading on his brow, his biceps bulging with strength.

Ayane turned the hourglass, and the sand began to flow slowly. She set it down next to Ryu where it could be easily seen. Then Ayane bent down, placing her open hands against the floor mats. Suddenly her legs swung from the floor to stand straight above her.

“Handstands?” Ryu asked through gritted teeth, his outstretched arms beginning bulging under the weight of the stones.

Ignoring the sardonic tone of his question, Ayane hand-walked over to him, her upside-down face coming to within an inch of his own. Her lips met his in a kiss, her petite chin rubbing against his nose. Ryu felt a familiar stirring between his legs as his manhood swelled with purpose.

Ayane’s lips left his, trailing a line of saliva between them. “I have a thirst, Ryu.” Her face glowed with mischief. “Can you quench it?”

It was not until Ayane’s elbows began to bend, lowering her down toward his stiff member that Ryu realized what was about to happen.

“No, Ayane!” Ryu made as though to drop the stones, but caught himself.

“No stopping it this time, Ryu.” Ayane smiled, her lips inches from his pulsating shaft. “I want this, Ryu. Enjoy it for my sake.”

Ryu watched as Ayane opened her mouth wide and took his length past her lips. Her mouth was so warm and moist as she consumed him, inch by inch. Ryu tried to ignore the sensations racing through his groin, and finally felt as though he could stave off his lust. Then it happened.

“Mmmmmmm….” Ayane moaned.

Ryu felt her vocalization reverberate through his cock, sending unparalleled sensations dancing through him. Never had he felt the like.

“Ohhhhh….” Ryu groaned deep in his throat. Ayane giggled around his rod, making him groan even louder. “Ayane! My…GOD!”

Ayane lifted herself back up, her teeth lightly scrapping Ryu’s sensitive member with thundering results.

“Oh! Ahhh!” Ryu could not help himself from enjoying Ayane’s remarkable acrobatic ministrations.

Up and down, Ayane pleasured Ryu, licking and nipping at his cock. Shifting her weight to her left, Ayane freed her right hand and began kneading Ryu’s sac while her mouth ravished his throbbing shaft. Over the course of an hour Ayane switched hands when one tired, her mouth never leaving Ryu’s hard rod while his arms began to shake with exhaustion under the burden of the stones.

“Ayane…please…AHHH!!!” Ryu knew he was close. “I…OH!...I come!”

Ryu’s hips bucked involuntarily as he came. Ayane’s hand squeezed down on his sac, then encircled the base of his shaft, pumping it as she sucked with all her might. Ryu’s seed shot forth, and Ayane gulped down every drop, her deep moans only intensifying Ryu’s pleasure.

The last of the hourglass’s sand fell with the last jet of Ryu’s seed. Ryu let the stones fall to the floor with a thundering crash. His hands grasped Ayane’s hips and he threw her to the floor. Ayane closed her eyes and braced herself, willing to accept the inevitable lecture. After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes to find Ryu kneeling between her legs with a frustrated look on his face.

“I know little of the proper technique.” He said sheepishly.

Ayane’s face blossomed in a radiant smile. “There is time to learn, Ryu.”

“Ahem…”

Ryu and Ayane spun around in surprise toward the outside door. Standing silhouetted against the light of the setting sun behind him was a young man. A boy, to be more precise, who stepped hesitatingly into the dojo. He had a full head of blond hair and wore a fighting garment baring the mark of Gen Fu.

“Eliot?” Ryu called, covering himself with his hands. The young man nodded nervously.

“How long have you been there?” Ayane asked, flustered.

“Judging by the sands, I would say at least twenty minutes.” A grave voice called down from above.

They looked up and saw Gen Fu emerge from a shadowed corner of the raftered ceiling. He jumped down easily, landing next to the two very naked ninjas.

“Gen Fu!” Ayane cried angrily. “What were you doing up there?”

“You must forgive an old man.” Gen Fu smiled warmly. “I have been without television for several years due to the expense of my granddaughter’s operation. That was a better show than anything television could ever hope for!”

“You have been here the entire time?” Ryu asked, flabbergasted.

“All day! It was very easy to sneak back in once you two had started in on one another!” Gen Fu chuckled jovially. “I even grabbed a bite to eat when you were away on your run.”

Ryu shook his head, amused in spite of himself, and turned to Eliot. The young boy was staring slack-jawed at Ayane’s generous bosom. Ryu gestured subtly that Ayane should cover herself, but she pointedly ignored him. Instead, she wiggled her chest, sending her breasts swaying back and forth. She watched with a satisfied smirk as Eliot’s enormous eyes followed their undulations unblinkingly.

“I will be in the shower if you need me.” Ayane turned to Ryu and kissed him on the cheek, then gave Eliot a wink. The boy blushed scarlet. Then Ayane swept from the room.

“Well now,” Gen Fu produced a spare robe which Ryu quickly donned. “It seems my apprentice has returned.”

“He was here this entire time.” Now, without the distraction of Ayane’s naked body, Eliot grew agitated, remembering his frustration. “I searched for months!”

“Who were you searching for?” Ryu asked.

“You!” Eliot snapped before catching himself. “I am sorry, Master Hayabusa. My frustration is not directed at you.” He glared at Gen Fu out of the corner of his eye.

“Remember your place.” Gen Fu’s voice was suddenly cold as the grave. “You are my apprentice and shall treat me as such.”

“Yes, Master.” Eliot settled himself and bowed.

“After all,” Gen Fu’s tone was now conciliatory and there was a twinkle in his eye. “Was the search really that fruitless?”

Eliot blushed again, but this time there was a glimmer of pride in his face. “No, Master. Not fruitless at all.”

“Aha!” Gen Fu slapped the boy on the shoulder heartily. “This way!”

He led them from the training room toward a small hut behind the dojo. As they entered the steam filled hut, Ryu saw that it contained a bubbling hot tub.

“Make yourselves comfortable!” Gen Fu slipped from his robe and sank into the warm water. Ryu’s aching muscles seemed to agree with the old man’s proposal and he slipped into the soothing bubbles while Eliot quickly entered as well.

“Now then, relax and listen closely, Ryu!” Gen Fu winked. “This tale should prove most interesting!” He nodded to Eliot.

The young boy blushed again, but steadied himself, a determined look on his face. “I had sailed for several weeks but to no avail. I had given up all hope of ever finding my way back when I at last saw it.” His eyes grew distant in remembrance. “The island.”

Ryu sat up straight, intrigued. This boy had managed to find the island!

“Then I met…” The boy’s eyes almost glazed over. “…her.”

“Her?” Ryu asked.

“My Hitomi.” Eliot sighed.

Ryu sat back, his mind racing with questions. Looking to Gen Fu, he saw the old man was grinning behind his mustache and beard. His interest spiked, Ryu turned back to the boy Eliot.

“Continue.”


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Writer Commentary

This chapter was a long time in coming. I had tried to end the Koibito series twice, and each time I felt that something was left undone. Well, at last I knew how to end this multi-chapter saga. Bringing back Ayane as the lone partner gave a nice sense of symmetry and character growth. Ayane has grown as a character and is shown here more as an equal to Ryu.

We setup with some quick exposition with Kasumi establishing that they are being hosted by Gen Fu at his dojo. Ryu is humbled by a pretty much awesome Gen Fu, and realizes that he has let his ninja training slide for too long. Who better to help him train than his most nubile and insatiable student?

The obvious theme in this chapter is physical training routines turned into sex positions. Sit-ups and pull-ups become new additions to the ancient art. I liked the idea that Ayane and Ryu really ARE training the entire time. They’re not faking it; they’re really doing pushups and pull-ups. They just happen to be having mind-blowing sex at the same time. The orgasm they experience during their very slow and methodical pull-up sex is a stylized version of a tantric orgasm, where the goal is to experience a holistic release.

The action moves outside, and Ryu utilizes his ultra-cool water running skill to catch Ayane. Here we have some good, old fashioned straight-forward sex. Ayane confides that she used to masturbate while fantasizing about Ryu when she was younger, sparking all kinds of inappropriate thoughts in poor Ryu’s head. Ryu just completely lets loose on Ayane, and their orgasm is so powerful that it knocks them both unconscious.

The last sex scene is a shout out to “anon,” one of the wonderful female readers out there! I have to be honest. I never thought my story would appeal to anyone of the superior sex, but I’m pleased as punch that it does. Ayane tricks Ryu into a position that bounds him by honor to keep holding these really heavy stones, keeping his hands busy. Ayane displays some miraculous athleticism, and some truly amazing oral sex ensues. Ryu quickly warms to this new frontier, but there are plot twists to be done! No time for anymore hanky-panky!

It is revealed that Gen Fu has been watching them the whole time, that dirty old man! Eliot appears and it is revealed that he has been on a quest to locate Ryu, but that his adventures have been of a more intimate nature. Oh, don’t worry zerorux, Ayane isn’t interested in Eliot. She just enjoys teasing him a bit. The guys head for the hot tub to hear Eliot’s tale, and I would caution Ryu to look away if Gen Fu stands up during this story. He gets excited a bit easily.

And now, at long last, Ryu’s adventures are complete for the time being. As for Eliot’s escapades? Well, you’ll just have to check back. Oh, and tell me if you think I should leave it in the same story, or start a new one.

Thanks to all who have read and especially to all the kind souls who have taken the time to review this drivel! You guys and gals make this all worthwhile!