Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses: Ryu’s Bloody Shadow

“How are you feeling, Ryu?” Tina asked excitedly as she fidgeted with the young ninja’s blue garb, smoothing out wrinkles. The roar of the arena filtered in through the thick curtain as the next match grew nearer.

“I am fine.” Ryu nodded back confidently. He stretched out his arms and legs, letting his muscles loosen up. He could feel the energy of the crowd beyond the curtain, calling for him. Ryu felt so alive, his body filled with strength. “I feel…eager, Tina.”

“That’s good!” Tina smiled, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Stay focused, though. We’ve been really lucky so far. Candy Cane and Aisha are tigers in bed, sure, but don’t let yourself get complacent.”

“A complacent ninja is no ninja at all.” Ryu cocked his eyebrow.

“I’m sure you won’t die out there.” Tina patted him on the shoulder. “But Aisha literally handed you the last match. It was good luck that you won the crowd, or else the judges might have been tempted to call shenanigans on the whole thing. I doubt any more of the girls in this league are going to just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Ryu nodded firmly.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer declared.

“Good luck, Ryu!” Tina gave the ninja a quick kiss and disappeared backstage.

“The rising star you’ve all grown to love is back again!” The female announcer’s voice lent a theatric flair that Ryu found amusing. “The Titan of Testosterone! The Maestro of Multiple Orgasms! THE DRAGON NINJA!!!”

Instead of simply walking out through the curtain, Ryu crouched low. Concentrating his chi, Ryu launched himself high into the air, soaring over the huge video monitors. He executed several precise flips as he fell, landing in a low crouch in the center of the ring. The audience ate it up, clapping and hollering ecstatically.

“Oh, DUDE!” A man yelled from the boisterous crowd. “You kick ass!”

“Origin Unknown!” The announcer proclaimed as the lights dimmed suddenly. “Kunoichi!”

“What?” Ryu hissed. He suddenly recalled Candy Cane’s offhand remark during their first match. Could it be true? Was there another ninja in the tournament?

“BENIKAGE!!!”

There was a flash of light and smoke from the opposite entrance ramp. An enormous toad appeared, nearly the size of one of Tina’s sports cars. Ryu’s trained eye could discern that this was no mere pyrotechnics and animatronics display; he was witnessing true ninpo artistry. Summoning a creature was no mean feat. Another flash of ninpo sparked high above and a woman appeared out of the smoke, diving through the air and landing neatly atop the toad.

Ryu gazed at Benikage, his opponent. She was just a few inches shorter than Ryu. Her jet-black hair ran just past her shoulders in a simple cut. Calm dark eyes stared out from below a black headband. Her angular face was covered from the nose down by an ornamental mask bearing resemblance to a statue Ryu had seen at Murai’s village. Her lean forearms were covered with metal gauntlets that matched her silver knee-high boots. Her upper arms and thighs were bare, her torso covered by a light mesh combat suit that hugged her like a second skin.

Benikage performed a measured combat warm up. Ryu marveled at her precision. Another flame of ninpo burst to life and the toad vanished. Benikage rushed toward the ring, running with true shinobi grace. She leapt up into the air with ease, spinning lazily and landing in a low crouch that was a perfect mirror to Ryu’s entrance. Finally she stood, and the two ninjas regarded each other for a long moment.

“I do not wish to harm you, young man.” Benikage spoke. Her voice was deceptively deep, yet still alluringly feminine. Her tone was low and deadly serious, and in an instant Ryu perceived that Benikage was wise beyond her years. “But my mission here is of dire importance. Please, leave this tournament.”

“I have my own reasons to stay.” Ryu spoke boldly. He realized that acquiring wealth for his loved ones was perhaps not a dire mission, but he had made a pledge to Tina that he would do his best. Forfeiture was not an option. “I am bound by my word to compete. What is your mission, Benikage? Perhaps I may be of assistance.”

A sense of impatience began to percolate in the audience as the two ninjas conversed. There was a rustling as people shifted in their seats, waiting for the match to begin.

“Do not take your stage persona too seriously, young man.” Benikage chided him, crossing her arms over her chest. Though her mouth was hidden by her mask, Ryu could hear a sneer in Benikage’s voice. “I am a kunoichi; a true ninja assassin.”

“I have no doubt.” Ryu nodded, keeping his voice low. “But do not mistake me for an entertainer. I am Ryu Hayabusa of the Dragon Lineage.”

“Hayabusa?” Benikage arched a dark eyebrow. “My superiors have not heard from the Hayabusa clan for years. I find it hard to believe that a legendary super-ninja would take part in a sex tournament.

“Oh, come on!” A woman called from the increasingly agitated crowd. “Start the screwing!”

“It is a long story.” Ryu sighed, ignoring the taunts from the audience. “But then again, you are here as well.”

“I do not believe you are Ryu Hayabusa.” Benikage set her feet wide, assuming a fighting stance. “And I shall punish anyone who dares besmirch the name of Ryu Hayabusa.”

Before Ryu could reply, Benikage lunged toward him with blinding speed. Her fist shot out and Ryu barely managed to side step in time. Fists and feet shot at him in a flurry of movement, but physical conditioning had been a top priority when preparing for the Rumble Roses XXX tournament; Ryu parried and blocked with perfect form. Benikage herself was a remarkable fighter; not since his sparring with Ayane had Ryu been so challenged to keep pace with an opponent.

The two ninjas jumped and rolled about the ring, trading blows and leaping through the air in a ballet of martial brilliance. The audience, once moments away from rioting, now sat at the edge of their seats, trying to follow the fight.

Benikage landed three kicks to Ryu’s abdomen, knocking the air from his lungs. She moved in for a finishing move, but Ryu caught her wrist in a tight grip and sent his fist into her face. Benikage’s mask flew from her mouth, the metal crushed and twisted spinning through the air. She wrenched her arm out of Ryu’s grasp and rolled away. The dark haired assassin wiped a small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

“You could have broken my jaw, perhaps even killed me with such a powerful blow.” Benikage spoke calmly as she picked up her mangled mask. “Only a true shinobi master could possibly have controlled that strike with such precision. You are Ryu Hayabusa.”

“Indeed.” Ryu nodded.

“I will not abandon my mission.” Benikage’s voice was resolute.

“Neither shall I.” Ryu replied.

“Hurry up!” A man shouted angrily. “We want to see some action!”

“You are a legend among my fellow kunoichi.” Benikage bowed to Ryu.

“Your courage and skill are most impressive, Benikage.” Ryu returned her bow.

“But how will we resolve our conflicting goals?” Benikage asked.

“Is this tournament not designed to decide a victor?” Ryu answered evenly.

“Are you suggesting that we…?” Benikage trailed off, her keen eyes narrowing.

“Attention!” The announcer’s voice rang out from the loud speakers. She sounded decidedly irritated. “If the contestants do not properly begin the match in one minute, both will be declared in violation of Rumble Roses XXX regulations and summarily eliminated from the tournament!”

Ryu and Benikage looked at one another for a moment. Then, without another word, they began calmly disrobing. Benikage’s body was toned to ideal ninja standards; lithe and limber. Her breasts were modest, yet full and well proportioned to her lissome body. She tossed her clothing aside and watched as Ryu finished removed the last of his ninja garb. The two ninjas glanced up and down each other’s naked bodies, their eyes keen and calculating. They did not ogle one another, but analyzing.

“Now that’s more like it!” Another man hollered.

Benikage once again lunged at Ryu, kicking high at his head with her right leg. Ryu caught her shin in both hands, falling for the kunoichi’s feint. With his hands full, Ryu was helpless as Benikage’s slender fingers wrapped around his manhood, quickly coaxing him to life with an ancient technique. Ryu grimaced as she stimulated him easily. He recognized the technique, gentle but effective twists with a firm grip. Kasumi was fond of using the same style.

Turning her feint against her, Ryu held Benikage’s ankle up high with one hand and trailed the fingers of his free hand down the length of Benikage’s smooth leg to her exposed crevice. Ryu gently teased her, trailing his fingers around her erogenous zones with masterful tenderness.

“I see…ahhh…that the Hayabusa clan has not neglected proper…oooh…instruction.” Benikage’s breath came shallow as she felt Ryu’s fingers caress her delicate folds. She wrapped her fingers around Ryu’s shaft and began twisting and pulling the hard flesh in a complex pattern.

“Gggraah!” Ryu grunted as Benikage’s hand worked his cock.

“Of course…my own training was quite comprehensive as well.” The kunoichi narrowed her eyes while Ryu’s fingers dipped into her slit. “Oooohhh…”

As Benikage began to moisten around his fingers, Ryu knew that the time for true action was at hand. Ryu pulled Benikage’s right thigh against his chest, draping her knee over his left shoulder. Still standing on just her left foot, Benikage’s wet glistening slit was in perfect position. Ryu moved his hips forward, plunging his stiff rod into the kunoichi’s waiting nether lips.

“Aaaargh!” Ryu gasped, taken by surprise. Benikage’s vessel was incredibly tight, and he could feel her bear down on him as he sank inch after inch of his long hard member into her. “Your training was most effective!”

“Nnnnghhaa!” Benikage nodded, biting her lower lip as she felt Ryu fill her inner depths with the wonderfully warm length of his cock. Ryu began rolling his hips in a circular motion, churning his solid flesh inside her. Pleasure bubbled up Benikage’s body. “And it seems your talents continue to impress. Ooooh! Perhaps we can begin the true battle?”

“As you wish.” Ryu replied.

Benikage swept with her left leg, knocking Ryu’s feet out from under him and sending them both to the canvas. Benikage rolled up on top of Ryu, pinning his wrists beneath her feet on either side of his chest. Resting her hands behind her back on Ryu’s thighs for support, Benikage impaled herself on Ryu’s twitching shaft, her arms and legs pumping as she rode him fluidly.

Ryu breathed deeply, tightening his abdominal muscles and keeping his mind calm. He watched Benikage’s impressively defined abs undulate as she rode his cock. Benikage’s eyes were narrow slits of darkness, her brow furrowed with concentration as her hips pumped her fellow ninja’s manhood.

“Most impressive, Benikage…aaahh!” Ryu nodded between deep breaths, dissipating the pleasure permeating the length of his rigid member. “But there is a flaw…oooh…to this strategy.”

“Perhaps…mmmm…” Benikage set her jaw, working her hips against Ryu’s groin with absolute precision. Her thighs and arms flexed as she raised and lowered herself on top of Ryu’s solid length of flesh. “It seems that both our bodies respond equally to this…aaahhh…this pleasure. Strength of will shall decide this contest, Ryu Hayabusa. Mmmnnn…”

“As it should, Benikage.” Ryu nodded firmly, appreciating the kunoichi’s honor. Despite their mutual respect, Ryu sensed a great deal of darkness in Benikage. Her heart, while courageous, was cold.

Ryu flexed his arms, wrenching his wrists out from beneath Benikage’s feet. He quickly grasped the kunoichi’s ankles and sat up, pushing Benikage off him and onto her back against the canvas. Ryu came up on his knees, holding Benikage’s slender calves wide and high in the air, and then pitched his hips forward, plunging his cock into her wet crevice.

“Nnnghaaa!” Benikage gasped as she felt Ryu’s shaft begin thrusting within her sensitive inner flesh. “The legends are true, Ryu Hayabusa! Your spear is mightier than I could have imagined!”

“Your passage is truly magnificent!” Ryu replied honestly as Benikage’s hot wet flesh wrapped tightly around his thrusting cock. He looked down to see Benikage’s firm breasts jostling as he pounded into her.

“Do your loins not plead for release, Hayabusa? Aaaah!” Benikage gritted through her teeth. She ran her hands down over her breasts and across her flat, smooth stomach while Ryu pumped her. “Do you not deserve to come within my tight, burning flesh? Oooh! Ah!”

“A noble attempt, Benikage.” Ryu smiled grimly. “But do you not feel the power of my thrusts, my hard length deep within you? Rrraaagh! Does not a proud kunoichi such as you deserve to enjoy complete ecstasy?”

“I shall not…Ohhhh!...I shall not be defeated!” Benikage moaned as Ryu increased his pace, slamming his hips into her at a feverish clip.

“You will come!” Ryu shot back.

“Not yet!” Benikage screamed and lunged up, her hands wrapping around Ryu’s neck and pulling him down.

The two ninjas suddenly became a tangle of arms and legs, their bodies contorting across the canvas in a blur of movement. The crowd gasped in shock and amazement as they attempted to follow the blinding speed of the two ninjas mating without restraint. For a moment, they could see Ryu pounding his hips into Benikage from behind, riding her hard as she moaned with ecstasy. The next second Benikage was bouncing wildly on to of Ryu as he lay dazed on his back, growling low in his throat. Just as suddenly, the ninjas were rolling across the canvas, thrashing their bodies together in barely controlled chaos. They assumed positions that defied comprehension, their bodies undulating together with seemingly inhuman agility.

“Come for me, Benikage! Aaaargh!” Ryu roared, his hands kneading Benikage’s firm breasts.

“Give me your seed, Hayabusa!” Benikage hissed as she skillfully caressed Ryu’s testicles.

Hours slipped by. The crowd watched in awe, oblivious to the time; their attention riveted on the ring. The two ninjas continued displaying absolute abandon, twisting and cavorting as they had feral sex before thousands of eyes.

As Benikage began constricting around Ryu’s manhood, he knew his own orgasm was near at hand. The pleasure in his loins was building to a critical level that no amount of discipline could control. Ryu’s mind raced as he sought some strategy that might save him. Benikage’s eyes were wide with desperation as well and as her hands clasped in front of her, Ryu realized what she had in mind. And it terrified him.

“Aaaaagh! No, Benikage!” Ryu shook his head, still bucking into the ninja vixen. “You cannot use ninpo that powerful here! The people! They’ll be killed!”

“Nnnnghhaa!” Benikage’s cry was wild, her eyes blank with mindless rage as the darkness inside her seized absolute control. Ryu feared she was beyond reach.

Ryu could feel the electric energy forming around Benikage’s lithe body as they continued voraciously thrusting and pumping one another. The power of the kunoichi’s ninpo was incredible, and Ryu knew he had to act.

“Aah! Prepare yourself!” Ryu warned as he wrapped his arms tightly around Benikage, still thrusting his hips between her slender legs. Ryu closed his eyes, forgetting the orgasm threatening to overtake his loins, and gathered his chi. He summoned the Art of the Inazuma, and crackling energy surrounded his straining body. Ryu leapt high into the air with Benikage still writhing on top of his throbbing cock.

Benikage’s ninpo erupted in a blaze of blue energy and Ryu’s Inazuma ninpo burst forth with a matching azure brilliance. His ninpo clashed with hers, canceling each other out with a deafening crash of thunder. The crowd screamed in fright, but did not dare take their eyes from the ninjas. Pure power seared the air, pouring through the two ninjas as they soared high above the ring, driving both of them past their limits.

“RYU! AAAAGGGHHH!!!” Benikage screamed as her body was cast into a fit of spasms, clutching Ryu tightly. Ninpo lightning danced in her dark hair, surrounding her head in a halo of dazzling light. “Hold me! Come with me! Nnnnghhaaa!”

“BENIKAGE!!! I come! YES!” Ryu roared. His loins went nova, shooting his seed deep inside his fellow ninja’s hot vessel as their ninpo continued to sizzle in the air around them.

The two ninjas fell back to earth; Ryu landing on his feet with Benikage still in his arms. Ryu’s cock pulsating inside Benikage’s quivering canal. The kunoichi shivered with ecstasy, her body awash with pleasure as she clung to her fellow ninja. As Ryu’s orgasm waned, his eyes widened in shock at the sight of Benikage’s hair. It was now dazzling silver.

“Benikage…I’m sorry…the ninpo.” Ryu whispered, holding the kunoichi close against him.

“No, Ryu.” Benikage smiled with warmth that she had not known she possessed. “It is nothing to apologize for. It was not simply ninpo magic. I feel a purity within myself that I had though lost to me forever. You have cleansed my very soul, Ryu Hayabusa.”

“Benikage…” Ryu held Benikage to him, pulling her firm breasts tight against his chiseled chest. He never wanted to let her go.

“Ryu,” She leaned in and kissed him for the first time. Their lips met with an electric charge that sent chills down their spines. Ryu’s cock twitched inside her passage, making her giggle with pleasure. She leaned back and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

“Benikage is far too formal now, Ryu. Call me Yasha.” She whispered back.

As the crowd cheered around them, Ryu was aware of only the woman in his arms. A fellow ninja to whom death and treachery were all that life had offered her. Her heart was now filled with joy that she had never known. Moments ago, they had been strangers; even enemies. Now, they were lovers.

“We must talk.” Ryu whispered to her.

“Indeed.” Yasha nodded. “And perhaps more.”


* * *


“Why exactly does the Japanese government need a spy here?’ Tina shook her head, exasperated. She crossed her arms, frowning at Yasha. “This is a sex tournament, for crying out loud! Why send you?”

Yasha Benikage, deadly kunoichi, lay flat on her stomach on the lush sheets of Tina’s bed. Ryu was lying on top of the prone kunoichi, gently thrusting into her as Yasha explained her mission.

“Mmmm…” Yasha cooed as Ryu’s tight abs slid over her firm butt. The ninja’s solid length of flesh sank into her slowly. “I can feel you deep inside me…such a wondrous sensation!”

“Listen! Yeah, I know that Ryu is God’s gift to women.” Tina sighed, shaking her head. “But answer my question!”

“Intelligence reports indicated that…aaahhh…that Rumble Roses XXX has received contributions from a number of suspected yakuza members. Ooooh!” Yasha gasped as Ryu’s shaft began pulling back out of her for another go. “Gently, Ryu! Yes!”

“So, a few old mobsters want to see hot girls having sex.” Tina shrugged her shoulders. “What’s the big deal?”

“The money…aaahh…the money has not been properly accounted for. Nnnghaa! No records of it being spent on any official ledgers.” Yasha caught Tina’s eye, and gave her a meaningful look.

“You think they’re trying to fix the tournament.” Tina supposed as she nodded. “Oh, great.”

“If this is true…nnngghaa!” Ryu grunted as Yasha squeezed down on his manhood. “What do you wish from me?”

“Continue on.” Yasha spoke over her shoulder. “The farther you advance, the more likely you will be to provoke the yakuza’s agents into action…aaaahhh….thus exposing them.”

“I shall not fail.” Ryu nodded resolutely and then began thrusting in earnest.

“Harder!” Yasha squealed. Her knuckles went white as she clutched the sheets. “Yes, RYU!”

“You ninjas have fun.” Tina turned to leave. “I need to make a call, and then take a shower.”

“Ah, YES! Spectacular form, Yasha!” Ryu declared as the kunoichi twisted beneath him, churning her body against him. The two ninjas became a blur of sweaty skin, moaning in ecstasy.

“A really long…really cold shower.” Tina shook her head.