Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Beta Build: Leifang


“Harder, Ryu! Harder!” Rachel gasped as the young ninja slammed into her, pinning her back against the cool stone wall atop Han’s Bar. Her enormous breasts glistened both with perspiration and precipitation, and her hands squeaked as they gripped her lover’s muscled buttocks. The rain had finally relented, but their lovemaking continued unabated.

“Ahhh! Rachel, turning my back on you was…” Ryu paused, groaning as Rachel’s tight sheath squeezed his thrusting shaft. “… was unforgivable. Nnnnghh!”

“Keep pounding me like this, and we’ll call it even.” Rachel’s coy smirk vanished in a fit of overwhelmed moans. “Oh, GOD! Don’t stop! Never stop!”

“Are you….graaahh!....are you suggesting we start something…ahhhh…permanent in our relations?” Ryu asked as he bucked his hips in a perfected rhythm.

“Well now,” Rachel gave him a sweaty grin as her hands roamed over Ryu’s glistening shoulder blades. “If you don’t think Kasumi and Ayane will mind.”

“They have always said that our bed is far too large for just three.” Ryu leaned in, smothering Rachel’s relieved laugh with a long, passionate kiss. He now realized that he had developed feelings for Rachel during his original quest of vengeance in Vigoor. At the time, his hatred had clouded his heart, masking his attraction to this warrior vixen that he was now making love to. Kasumi and Ayane’s devoted love had long since opened his heart. At last Rachel would receive the fruits of his true feelings.

“Oh yeah, Ryu! As hard as you can!” Rachel’s arms and legs wrapped around Ryu’s body, pulling him tight against her. “I’m about to come….ohhhh, yes… make me scream your name.”

Ryu’s hips slammed into Rachel’s bucking pelvis with a mad fury. The stone behind Rachel’s back began to crack under the ninja’s amorous onslaught. With every thrust, cracks spread like a spider web in the stone slabs. The stone creaked and groaned in protest, but was drowned out by Rachel’s cries of delight.

“YES! YES! YES!” Rachel’s eyes went wide as her climax surged toward her straining body. “I’m coming! OHHHH!!! RYUUUUU!!!”

“RACHEL!” Ryu’s lips closed over Rachel’s, and the two lovers screamed their orgasm into one another’s mouth. Their bodies finally relaxed against the nearly shattered stone wall. The two warriors kissed, running their hands over naked skin, and relishing one another’s bodies.

“Oh, Ryu.” Rachel gazed into his eyes. “Let’s keep going.”

“WAIT!” A woman’s voice cried out from behind them. “No! Please, just stop!”

Ryu and Rachel turned toward the voice. Lisa stood there, wearing her trench coat and fedora. Hayate stood next to her, staring intently out across the city and away from the drenched pair of lovers. Though his mask was now in place, the visible portion of his face was bright red.

“Lisa?” Ryu blinked. Then it clicked. “You are the source from DOATEC?”

“I’ll explain in a minute.” Lisa sighed, walking up to them. “I’m just glad I stopped you in time. Rachel, I know you don’t want to stop, but I don’t think we have time for a week of non-stop ninja-loving.”

“A week?” Rachel laughed as Ryu finally stepped back from her to reach for his gear. “That’s a good one, Lisa.”

“That’s not a joke.” Lisa glanced furtively at Ryu as he quietly refastened his uniform’s crotch.

“What?” Rachel’s face was a portrait of disbelief. “Are you telling me…”

“Ask Tina about it later.” Lisa waved the issue aside. “We have important things to discuss. Hayate?”

Hayate walked over to join them, trying not to stare as Rachel retrieved her meager armor. Once fully dressed, the four of them made their way back to the small store that Lisa occupied.

“Is Murumasa here?” Ryu asked as they took seats around the counter.

“No, he’s away.” Hayate spoke up.

“You’ve been here?” Ryu asked. “But did you not meet Lisa at Serpent’s Plaza?”

“Yes.” Hayate nodded, tapping the counter absently. “But Lisa did not want to get wet…I mean…Lisa was getting wet…uh…from the rain…so we both came on here…IN here, I mean…we needed to shed our clothes….you know…to dry them…Lisa rekindled the flames….err, the furnace’s flames, I mean…”

“Yes, of course.” Ryu nodded. Lisa’s warm smile confirmed his suspicions. He was glad Hayate had finally found some release. Knowing Lisa as he did, Ryu was certain that Hayate had experienced a rare treat. “I’m certain it became quite hot in here.”

“Indeed.” Hayate nodded stiffly and shifted in his seat.

“Lisa,” Ryu turned to the American woman. “I believe you have much to say.”

“No kidding.” Lisa inclined her head. “Some time ago, Tina and I were visited by Christie and Eliot after a show. Christie told Tina and me that she had been contacted by her old employer, DOATEC, or rather what was left of it. She was offered a contract to hunt down and terminate two escaped test subjects that had destroyed a secret research facility. I immediately contacted an old friend that handles some of DOATEC’s accounting and confirmed that the research base had been functioning under the direct command of Victor Donovan.”

Hayate’s fingers curled into fists and his eyes narrowed. Rachel glanced furtively at Hayate, then back to Lisa.

“I related this information back to Christie who then briefed Hayate after Eliot made contact with him.” Lisa took a breath. “Since then, I’ve continued correspondence with my source in DOATEC. I managed to learn the designations of both subjects. We’re looking for two clones: Alpha-152, Kasumi’s clone, we know already. The other is a more recent creation; a clone of you, Ryu. Its designation is Beta-117.”

Ryu burned the name into his mind. Beta-117. The name of his enemy. The name of his target. The target of Ryu Hayabusa’s wrath.

“Information about the ultimate purpose of Donovan’s experiments was vague.” Lisa continued. “From what I could piece together, the incident occurred during the first concurrent testing session between the two clones. They had some type of unpredicted reaction to one another, and the base was incinerated. The clones fled across the continent, moving about seemingly at random. Then, quite to everyone’s surprise, they headed straight east. DOATEC’s tracking systems lost contact as they crossed into Vigoor. Rachel?”

“They came out of the night like ghosts.” Rachel’s voice was hushed, but anger boiled beneath it. “After the death of the Emperor, the Fiend population had dwindled to near extinction. The two clones cut through our streets like the breath of Hell. They killed all who stood in their way, but no one else. I gave pursuit, but these demons are fast; faster than anything I have ever seen. They moved with a strange sense of purpose toward the Imperial Palace. They descended into the Core, at which point I stopped. If they wanted to meet death under the endless waves of ghost fish, they were welcome to it.”

Rachel looked down in shame. “But they didn’t die in there. I don’t know if those things CAN die. I haven’t seen them again, but I know they’re still down there. You see, it was shortly after they descended into the Core that the Fiends appeared once again.”

“But Ryu killed the Vigoor Emperor.” Hayate leaned forward, brow furrowed in confusion. “How could these demonic beasts appear now? Has this Emperor retuned to life?”

“The Vigoor Emperor is still very much dead.” Rachel shook her head. “But before Ryu dispatched him, the Emperor had become very attached to his most prized possession.”

“The Dark Dragon Blade.” Ryu hissed.

Rachel nodded. “The Dark Dragon Blade was infused with his essence, but not his will. While it cannot plot or act on its own, the Dark Dragon’s very existence is enough to empower and perpetuate the Fiend curse.”

“I sundered that cursed blade into a thousand fragments.” Ryu shook his head.

“I believe that Alpha-152 and Beta-117 have managed to reconstitute the Dark Dragon Blade.” Lisa answered Ryu’s implied question. “They’re responsible for the resurgence of Fiends here in Vigoor.”

“What purpose would these clones have with the Dark Dragon Blade?” Hayate asked.

“I have no idea.” Lisa shrugged. “But we have to find out. Now that you and Ryu are here, we should be able to confront them.”

“And drive them out of Tairon, ending this second plague of Fiends.” Rachel nodded firmly.

“Then let us go now!” Hayate stood, clutching the hilt of his katana. “Let us destroy these foul demons…”

Hayate’s earnest declaration was cut off as the front door creaked open. The four men and women turned toward the door, brandishing their weapons. The short, stooped figure of an old man stood in the doorway.

“Oh! Hello.” A frail and raspy voice called faintly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Murumasa!” Lisa sighed with relief. “I didn’t expect you to return so soon.”

“Greetings, old friend.” Ryu bowed. “It has been far too long.”

“Ryu! My favorite customer!” Murumasa’s weary eyes twinkled. “I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I thought you should know.”

“Know?” Hayate asked. “Know what?”

“The two demons have left.” The old man’s eyes narrowed.

“What?” Rachel gasped. “When?”

“They were last seen bursting through the east wall of the city.” Murumasa took a deep breath. “One witness survived to tell of it. He said he was certain that one of the demons carried a weapon. He described it as a serrated blade, darker than the night sky.”

“They’ve taken the Dark Dragon.” Hayate spat.

“Will the absence of the sword stop the plague of Fiends?” Ryu turned to Rachel.

“In Tairon, yes.” Rachel nodded. “But wherever that blade goes, evil will be spawned. Death will not be far behind it.”

“You’re right. Death will follow.” Ryu caught Hayate’s gaze. “Won’t we?”

“Like a shadow.” Hayate nodded.

“I’m going to rendezvous with Christie.” Lisa spoke up. “Find out if she and the ninja sisters have found anything more about what these clones want.”

“Rachel,” Ryu turned to the blond warrior. “Will you go with her?”

“Of course. I don’t think we should be traveling alone, so I’ll bring my friend here.” Rachel patted her gleaming war hammer.

“I’ll send word to the others and keep them posted. Whatever these clones want, anyone we know may be in danger.” Lisa grimaced. “Ready?”

Ryu nodded.

“Let’s go.”

* * *


The two ninjas crossed jungles, mountains and deserts, following a swath of destruction. At long last they reached a sloping mountain range, but were brought up short. Before them stood a high and formidable stone wall that stretched far into the horizon to either side. The wall’s surface appeared impenetrable but, upon closer inspection, Hayate noticed something.

“Look here, Ryu.” Hayate pointed to the base of the wall. “Do you see this discoloration?”

“Indeed.” Ryu nodded, trailing his hand of the off-colored stones. “This section of the wall is not made of the same stone as the rest. And is not the size of this spot unique?”

“As large as two people standing side by side.” Hayate glared at the wall. “The clones walked right through this wall, and someone has repaired it.”

“The repair was quite prompt.” Ryu arched his eyebrow. “The clones could not be more than a day ahead of us.”

“Let’s find out.” Hayate sped toward the wall with Ryu close behind. They ran up the stone face of the wall, their chi in perfect focus, defying the very laws of nature as they shot up sheer surface of stone.

They soared up over the upper edge and found that the top of the wall was some type of elevated street. The path was deserted save for a single guard that stood watch in front of them. He had his back turned, as he was looking down over the opposite side of the wall. Ryu wondered what purpose there was to the guard watching the inside of a wall, and then it hit him.

The wall was not meant to keep people out; not anymore at least. It was keeping them in.

A bird squawked at an inopportune time, startling the guard into turning around. His eyes went wide as he spotted Ryu and Hayate. He wore a long brown wool uniform that protected him from the cold, and carried an assault rifle that protected him from attackers. It was not, however, rated against ninjas.

Ryu moved and in the blink of an eye, the guard’s rifle was laying in two pieces at his feet, and Hayate was holding him from behind, his blade pressed against the soldier’s neck.

“Where are the two that broke through this wall?” Hayate hissed into the man’s ear.

“This wall has never been breached.” The soldier’s voice squeaked with fear. “Our glorious wall is impenetrable.”

“Answer me truthfully, or your glorious wall will shine red with your blood!” Hayate’s blade pressed in tighter. “Tell me the truth, or I hand you over to HIM.”

Ryu’s eyes narrowed and the man shook with terror.

“I don’t know where the intruders are. My superiors wouldn’t tell me anything. Kill me if you must, but that is the truth!” The guard’s face ran wet with a cold sweat.

They left the guard alive but unconscious at his post. Peering over the inner edge of the wall, Ryu and Hayate were met with a vista that took their breath away. A bustling city stretched out before them, filled with peasants busily going about their business. Nearest to them was what appeared to be a packed marketplace. Sharing a quick glance, they both leapt down into the shadows behind a fruit kiosk, making not a sound and garnering no attention from the preoccupied crowds.

Ryu and Hayate reached into their pouches and produced a pair of nondescript tattered garments that they quickly draped over their ninja garb. They melted into the flow of humanity and were quickly swept along past innumerable shops. Most were little more than shacks, but as they moved further into the city the buildings became larger and more refined, showing signs of master craftsmanship of ages long past.

But as the architecture grew taller and grander, so too did the shadows it cast. The two ninjas spotted many peasants sitting in the darkened recesses of alleyways just off the main concourse. For all the city’s grandeur, human suffering had found its way in all the same. For this reason, Ryu was not surprised to hear the sounds of a struggle emanating from one particularly dark and sinister looking alley. Ryu turned toward the sound.

“Ryu, we have not time.” Hayate whispered as he grabbed Ryu’s arm.

A child’s voice cried out in terror from the darkness beyond them.

“I have time for this.” Ryu held his gaze.

“Fine, but let’s make this quick.” Hayate followed him into the dank shadows.

Their eyes adjusted quickly as they made their way into the shadows between the towering stone buildings. They alley was little more than a half-dozen paces wide and seemed even smaller as it was filled with litter and garbage.

“Just grab the kid!” A gruff sounding voice echoed toward them.

Ryu and Hayate sped up, and soon caught site of a group of seven men, all dressed in dark business suits and wearing dark, tinted shades. The oddly dressed group was flanking the back end of a van that was parked in the middle of the alley. One of the solidly built business suited men had a young boy flung over his shoulder and was striding toward the van’s open back door.

“Look what I found skulking around!” An eighth man appeared from around the front of the van. He was manhandling a dark haired girl who wore a long red Asian dress that split to reveal her the sides of her legs. She hung her head as she was shoved in front of the other seven men. “Looks like this job just got a new bonus!”

“Lock the kid up in the back.” The largest of the eight men stepped forward, his mouth twisting in a wicked grin while his hand dropped down toward his zipper. “He doesn’t need to see this.”

“No.” The woman spoke and Ryu’s eyes went wide with surprise. “He doesn’t.”

Ryu and Hayate stopped short and were still out of sight when the woman began to move. Her long, slender leg shot out low, sending the apparent leader of the kidnappers sprawling in agony on the grimy pavement. The other seven stood in shock for a second, then sprang into action, tossing punches and kicks with fair competency. The woman in the red dress circled around them, forcing them to engage her one at a time. She struck with the fluid grace of T’ai Chi Quan, gliding past the first man’s defensive guard and then striking his throat, dropping him gasping.

Ryu started to move forward when Hayate once again grabbed his arm.

“Wait.” Hayate pointed and Ryu at last saw a new figure approaching from around the vehicle. At first he assumed it was another member of the kidnapper gang, but this new arrival did not share their taste in apparel. He was apparently Chinese, and he wore a pair of plain white trousers and nothing else. His bare torso was ripped with remarkably toned musculature. Ryu’s trained eye could spot no discernable body fat, only pure muscle. The man’s hair was jet black and was spiked straight up in a strangely rebellious style.

“Hey, who are…” One of the kidnappers turned and swung a punch at the new comer. The shirtless man ducked beneath his swing and punched out hard, knocking the wind from his opponent’s lungs. He then leaned back and delivered a devastating kick to the man’s head, sending him flying into the side of the van.

The remaining six thugs split into two groups of three and assailed both fighters. The Chinese man began dancing back and forth on the balls of his feet, shifting his balance constantly and keeping his opponent’s off rhythm. He then began a high-pitched vocalization that reminded Ryu strongly of howler monkeys. It seemed to infuriate his enemies, as they roared and rushed toward him. The shirtless fighter kicked out with blinding speed, breaking ribs and crushing faces as they came.

The woman seemed to flow around her foes, her strikes appearing as graceful as a dance. In a matter of seconds all the men were laid out flat across the alleyway. The young boy bounded out of the van and scampered down the alley past Ryu and Hayate who stood hidden behind a dumpster among the shadows.

The woman and man stood in silence, starring at one another for a long moment. At last, the woman broke the silence.

“You.” Her voice was cold.

The man simply nodded, his shoulders held square and proud, seemingly unaffected by the girl’s tone. Ryu motioned Hayate and they both stepped out into view.

“Leifang?” Ryu called out.

The shirtless man spun around, assumed a fighting stance and moved in front of Leifang in a protective gesture.

“Don’t!” Leifang yelled at the man. “He is a… a friend.” Leifang’s cheeks blushed slightly.

“Who are you?” The strapping man demanded.

“I am Ryu Hayabusa, and this is my friend Hayate.” Ryu bowed.

At last the man relaxed, and dropped his guard. “I am Jann Lee. If you are a friend of Leifang’s, why did you not aid her just now?”

“I did not need your help!” Leifang snapped with uncharacteristic fury. Ryu had never seen her so ruffled, and he believed it had nothing to do with the battle she had just waged. This Jann Lee and Leifang had a history, of that he was certain.

“Leifang, we are on a vital mission.” Ryu explained what they knew of Alpha-152 and Beta-117. Leifang nodded with understand while Jann Lee’s eyes were wide with a shocked wonder.

“I received Lisa’s message a few days ago.” Leifang sighed. “But I had no idea the clones had come here to this very city.”

“I haven’t noticed a tide of demons in the city streets.” Jann Lee shook his head. “You’re sure they brought this Dark Dragon Blade with them?”

“It may take time for the Dark Dragon to gather sufficient evil power.” Ryu turned to Hayate. “I had not anticipated this.”

“We can still search and ask questions.” Hayate nodded. “Perhaps we can find these devils before they unleash hell upon this city.”

“Indeed.” Ryu turned back to Leifang. “Are you able to send word to the others from here?”

“I have an apartment in the next district.” Leifang answered. “I can send messages from there.”

“Please apprise them of our current situation.” Ryu requested. “And could you remain there until we return in case we are sent another message?”

“Certainly.” Leifang smiled encouragingly. “I will go at once.”

“Jann Lee.” Ryu knew that he was about to take a risk, but he was trusting his instincts. “Could you stay with Leifang until we return?”

“Well…sure.” Jann Lee seemed taken aback.

“What?” Leifang balked. “No! I do not need protection.”

“Leifang, please.” Ryu placed a hand on Leifang’s shoulder. “These clones are extremely dangerous. None of us, not even a glorious fighter such as you, should be alone. Please.”

Leifang’s face betrayed an inner struggle that finally settled into grim acceptance. “Very well. Please, just find the clones quickly and return. This will not be pleasant.”

Jann Lee made no comment and showed no acknowledgement of the thinly veiled insult. Ryu and Hayate shared a quick look of amusement.

“Thank you, Leifang.” Ryu bowed to the pair. “To the hunt, Hayate.”

Then they were gone.


* * *


“Your apartment is very cozy.” Jann Lee cleared his throat as Leifang returned to the small living room after sending off the message.

“Please, just sit down and leave me be.” Leifang pointed to a cushion on the floor of the dark russet apartment. Several lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow in the small space.

“Of course.” Jann Lee sat down, crossing his legs. He gestured to another cushion in front of him. “Aren’t you going to sit?”

“I prefer to stand, thank you.” Leifang crossed her arms angrily.

“Yeah, me too.” Jann Lee stood back up, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Leifang’s lips twitched and she immediately sat down on the cushion opposite of Jann Lee. The young man stood looking down at the Chinese girl, shaking his head.

“All right. That’s enough.” Jann Lee reached down and grabbed hold of Leifang’s arm and pulled her to her feet. “What is your problem?”

“My problem?” Leifang wrenched her arm from his grasp. “I do not have a problem.”

“Is that so?” Jann Lee crossed his arms again. “Then you’re always such a hard-nosed brat?”

“A what?” Leifang’s face turned red. “Who do you think you are?”

“The man who saved your life.” Jann Lee took a step toward her.

“I didn’t need your help today, and I certainly didn’t need your help THEN either!” Leifang took a step of her own.

“You still can’t accept that I saved your life that day, can you?” Jann Lee shook his head in amazement and took another step forward. “You weren’t a fighter, Leifang. You were helpless!”

“Well things are different now. I’ll never need an arrogant, over muscled, macho pig to come to my rescue ever again!” Leifang took another step, bringing her crossed arms elbow to elbow with Jann Lee’s.

“Is that so?” He challenged.

“Yes it is!” Leifang yelled.

Suddenly Jann Lee’s lips were pressed against Leifang’s. She jerked backward and slapped him across his cheek.

“How dare you!” She fumed.

The next moment, Leifang had her arms wrapped around Jann Lee’s naked torso, her hands roaming over his muscular back while her tongue coiled with his as their kiss deepened. Leifang pulled away, peeling her dress up and over her head, basking Jann Lee in the glorious site of her nakedness. Leifang’s breasts jostled alluringly as she tossed her dress across the small room. She reached down and tore Jan Lee’s trousers from him, exposing his hardened shaft. She marveled at his perfected physique for a moment before pressing herself against him in a hungry embrace.

Jann Lee’s lips trailed over Leifang’s jaw and down the side of her neck while his hands slid down the small of her back to cup the slim curve of her buttocks. Leifang moaned softly as she felt her firm breasts press tightly against the warm wall of Jann Lee’s rock hard chest. She could feel the contour of his chiseled abs as they pressed against her stomach. The tip of his manhood poked against her as well, eliciting a nervous giggle from her.

Leifang gasped as Jann Lee’s arms wrapped around her back and behind her legs, sweeping her off her feet. His eyes gazed into hers with a wild passion as he knelt down with her in his arms. Jann Lee set her down on her back in front of him, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. He leaned down and kissed her naval, his tongue tickling the sensitive flesh of her stomach. His left hand slid over her smooth thigh toward the crevice between her legs. Leifang’s back arched off the floor as two fingers dipped into her nether lips.

“Ahhhh…yes…” Leifang’s eyes fluttered and her breath was caught in her throat. “Oh! More…more…”

Jann Lee slipped another two fingers into her warm crevice and let his thumb roll over the nub of Leifang’s clitoris. The Chinese girl gasped in pleasure, her creamy breasts heaving as her lungs swelled with air. Jann Lee’s lips came down on her right nipple; his tongue lapped at the erect tip, teasing and tasting her sweet flesh. His right hand cupped Leifang’s left breast, groping the firm mound. Leifang’s hands snaked over Jann Lee’s arm and back, feeling his muscles bulge and ripple as he pleasured her.

“Oh…oh…nnnghh…I’m…” Leifang’s voice was high and raspy. “I’m…AHHHH! Nnnaaagh! Ughhh!!!”

Jann Lee felt her vessel squeeze down over his fingers as Leifang came. Her nubile body convulsed before him, nearly rising off the floor with the power of her climax. After a few moments her spasms subsided and Jann Lee sat up, looking down at her as she gasped for breath.

Leifang’s legs swung up off the floor and up over her head. The Chinese girl shifted her center of gravity, supporting her weight on her shoulders and upper back while her lower half rose vertically into the air in an impressive display of flexibility. Without a word, Jann Lee got to his feet and stepped around in front of her, positioning himself over her raised buttocks and facing away from her.

Leifang bent her knees, draping her smooth calves over Jann Lee’s toned thighs as he squatted down. Leifang chewed on her lip as she looked up past her curled torso and watched Jann Lee’s throbbing rod slide into the delicate folds between her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his solid length fill her intimate depths.

“Ahhh...yes….yes…” Leifang began groping her breasts as Jann Lee set a leisurely rhythm, rolling his hips with practiced bravado. Leifang’s hands kneaded her creamy mounds while her eyes gazed at Jann Lee’s tight buttocks as it flexed with every thrust.

“Nnnngh! Oh, god…” Jann Lee groaned, letting his thrusts stop as he collected himself. “S-so…tight!”

“Don’t stop…oh, don’t stop!” Leifang’s voice pleaded.

Jann Lee’s hands slid down between his legs and grasped Leifang’s toned butt in a firm grasp. He took a deep breath and then, with a hair-raising howl, he began pounding into Leifang’s hips with a bestial fervor. At spontaneous intervals, he would plunge his cock as deep as he could and then twist his hips, churning his member within Leifang’s tight vessel. Each time he would let loose with another wild howl, his eyes going wide and feral.

“YES! YES! Harder!” Leifang squealed in delight. Her hands shot up and seized Jann Lee’s buttocks, encouraging his crazed thrusts. Her face was lit with a delirious smile, savoring every stroke of Jann Lee’s cock as it swept into her at an extraordinary angle.

“Woooooo!” Jan Lee’s battle cry warbled. His blood began to boil with a power that he had not felt for a long time. “Ahhh! Waaaahhhh!”

“Go on!” Leifang ordered. “Do it! Yes! Oh, YES!”

Leifang watched Jann Lee’s testicles as they slapped against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her with every powerful thrust. She knew she was close, and that Jann Lee was as well. Her slender hands slid from his pounding buttocks to cup his sac. Leifang’s nimble fingers toyed with it, reciprocating the pleasures it was giving her.

“Le…Leifang!” Jann Lee’s thrusts were a manic onslaught. “I… WAAAHHHH!!!”

Jann Lee’s cry of release ripped from his lungs as his testicles clenched in Leifang’s hands, unleashing a flood of his seed into her warm canal.

“AHHHHH!!!” Leifang’s eyes rolled back as her body shook violently. Her orgasm crashed through her the moment she felt Jann Lee’s seed flow into her from his gloriously hard cock buried deep within her.

Jann Lee’s legs abandoned him and he slipped out of Leifang, falling to the floor next to her. They both lay on the apartment floor, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. After a long while, Jann Lee crawled close next to her and managed to prop himself up on his elbow.

“Leifang…” He started hesitantly. “Perhaps it is time that we talked of…”

“Not now.” Leifang’s eyes burned with lust as she rolled over on top of a surprised Jann Lee. She straddled his hips and grasped his shaft with both hands, throttling it back to life. “Later, perhaps. Right now… just sex.”

For the first time in all the years they had known one another, Jann Lee and Leifang agreed whole heartedly.

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Writer Commentary”


Leifang’s chapter required a whole bunch of setup that I feared would ultimately bore the reader before we got to the action. To offset that cumbersome section, the chapter opens with Rachel and Ryu still going at it on the roof of Han’s Bar. It is here that Rachel hints that she wants to begin a serious relationship with Ryu.

Lisa shows up, desperately begging them to stop before they really get carried away. I found it a little humorous to think that Hayate and Lisa had their tryst, cleaned up and made their way all the way back to Han’s Bar and yet Ryu and Rachel are STILL going at each other like there’s no tomorrow. Lisa makes a reference to Ryu and Tina’s week-long sex marathon, which Rachel at first takes a joke. Do not underestimate the power of the Tina Armstrong, Rachel.

Some heavy exposition follows detailing the particulars of who knew what and when, which leads to Lisa and Rachel splitting off to join the ninja sisters and Christie while the ninja dudes stick together to follow the clones.

Leifang and Jann Lee might be the only consistent “official” pairing in the DOA franchise. They are the classic antagonistic boy-girl relationship that is bursting with pent-up sexual tension. Again, in comparison to the rest of the chapter, the Leifang/Jann Lee sex scene is really short. It’s a bit of a cliché, but what starts as an argument quickly turns into passionate love making. I wanted to mix things up a little for this pairing so I had Jann Lee pleasure Leifang manually to start out with. The gorgeous love scene in the movie “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” was the inspiration for this choice. Since Leifang has been portrayed as the master of hands-on stimulation, it seemed only right that Jann Lee be her equal in that respect. For all his gruff façade, Jann Lee adores Leifang, and he truly wants to please her regardless of what he gets out of it.

Jann Lee’s howler monkey screams and unpredictable fighting style translate directly to the sex. They assume a pretty wild position and go nuts with it. There’s a little role-reversal at the end when it is Jann Lee that attempts to begin discussing their feelings for one another, but Leifang delays in favor of another round. Yeah, poor Jann Lee and his delicate feelings. He’ll just have to settle for wild sex with the girl of his dreams. Our hearts bleed, I’m sure.