Ninja Gaiden Koibito

The airship rose into a clear blue sky, and set course for the Vigoorian border, three days away. The pilot had announced over the intercom that there would be a short stop in the village of Ishtori just before crossing the border. Ryu was the only passenger with the proper papers to cross over, thanks to Helena, and so the rest of the passengers would be disembarking before the crossing. From the talk Ryu overheard as he made his way to his cabin, there was a great sense of unease in Vigoor recently. A dark presence had arrived there and was growing more prominent.



The Dark Dragon Blade.



Ryu opened the door to his cabin, and the soothing aroma of mahogany welcomed him. The cabin was modest but well crafted. A luxuriously cushioned bunk bed was set into the wall on the left side of the room opposite a small desk. Ryu changed into a more comfortable dark green tunic that he used when sparing, then climbed to the top bunk and stretched out to relax, setting his Dragon Sword beside him.



Just as he began drifting off, the door swung open, and Ryu tensed, but did not move. Better to let his enemy believe him asleep and be surprised. Ryu could discern two sets of footsteps, both soft and light, not likely to be armed commandos. The voices confirmed that.



“Ja, dieses es. I mean, this is it. Come on!” Ryu rolled over and peered towards the door. A young girl clad in a denim jacket and jeans was just turning back to the hallway and hefting a suitcase and waving at someone. She turned back to the room and set her suitcase down next to the door. She had brown hair that flowed just past her shoulders, with two locks of hair cascading past her temples held by a pink hair band.



Another girl backed in through the door, rolling another suitcase over the threshold. This girl wore a long, red Chinese dress. Her jet-black hair was bound in a series of braided loops in the back. Ryu dropped down from his bunk silently, and then cleared his throat. Both girls turned toward him, startled.



“Wer sind Sie?” The denim girl asked. The girl’s blue eyes were wide with alarm, but not fear. Ryu arched an eyebrow, not understanding. She frowned and took a deep breath, and then spoke again. “Who are you?”



“I am Ryu Hayabusa. My apologies for alarming you.” He looked bowed to both of them in turn. The Chinese girl blushed a bit. The German girl shook her head.



“That’s quite all right, Mr. Hayabusa. My name’s Hitomi, by the way.” She turned to the Chinese girl. “Leifang and I must have the wrong room.”



Hitomi reached into her pocket and pulled out a ticket, and looked at it intently and then shook her head.



“No, this is the right room, all right.” She looked back up to Ryu. “Have you seen Tina? Tina Armstrong?”



Ryu hesitated, but decided that the truth should be the first choice. “Actually Ti—Ms. Armstrong was kind enough to give me her accommodations. I’m afraid she is not here.”



Hitomi threw her hands into the air. “That explains why she didn’t call! I was supposed to catch this flight with her to Ishtori. I thought she wasn’t planning to leave until next week. Then I heard that the airship was leaving today, and I had to rush like crazy to get here in time. We’re supposed to compete in a martial arts tournament there.”



“You are martial artists?” Ryu asked in surprise. Ryu glanced at the Chinese girl, Leifang. “Both of you?”



“You bet!” Hitomi declared cheerfully. She reached up and flung one of her locks of hair over her shoulder with a flourish. “Me, I’ve studied Karate all my life, and Leifang, she’s the best student of Tie—Chee…uh…Kwa…Oh, fluch, what did you call it?”



“T’ai Chi Quan.” Leifang spoke softly and formally. “Hitomi, perhaps we should let Mr. Hayabusa get back to his rest and find another cabin.” She picked up her suitcase again and motioned toward the door.



“Well, the steward said all the cabins are packed!” Hitomi exclaimed. “With Tina keeping this airship grounded for so long, there were hundreds of people ready to board when it was released!” Hitomi sighed in exasperation, and then bent and picked up her suitcase. “I guess we’ll find something. Nice meeting you, Herr Hayabusa. Auf wiedersehen!” She turned toward the door.



“Wait, Ms. Hitomi, Ms. Leifang! You may stay here in this room. I shall find another room.” Martial artists or not, Ryu did not want to see these two young attractive girls roaming the corridors of this airship alone.



Hitomi stopped and turned back to Ryu, but Leifang spoke first. “That is most generous of you, Ryu Hayabusa, but we will not rob you of your room.”



Ryu nodded. “Very well. I shall move my belongings from the top bunk and prepare a spot next to the desk.”



Hitomi nodded. “Hold on. We’re not taking your room, and we certainly aren’t going to make you sleep on the floor. Look, there’s two bunks, right? You take the top, and Leifang and I will take the bottom one. How’s that?”



Ryu did not wish to insult the girl’s honor by arguing, so he nodded. “You are certain you will have enough room?”



Hitomi chuckled. “Oh, we’re small, don’t worry about us, Herr Hayabusa.” Leifang blushed again and looked intently at the desk.



“Please, call me Ryu.”



Ryu helped them both unpack their belongings and get settled. When everything was taken care of, Hitomi turned to Ryu with an inquisitive expression.



“So, Ryu, have you ever done any fighting? I don’t mean to pry, but you have a look about you.”



Ryu did not want to burden them with too much information so he decided the smallest portion of the truth would do. “Yes, I have studied ninjitsu my entire life. It is a family tradition.”



Leifang raised her eyes, impressed, and Hitomi beamed. “Would you mind sparring a little?” Hitomi’s voice was filled with excitement.



“Well…Yes, if you would like.” Ryu and Hitomi cleared a space in the middle of the room. Hitomi stepped into the closet for a minute to change into her robes, and then they began. Hitomi’s attacks were straightforward and fairly simple, but her form was excellent, and she hit hard. After a few minutes, Hitomi stepped back, and clapped.



“Fanastisch! Ok, Leifang, your turn.”



Leifang’s T’ai Chi Quan was more fluid than Karate, and kept Ryu more on guard, but he parried her attacks with relative ease. After several more kicks and thrown blows, Leifang bowed to Ryu. “You are a great fighter indeed, Ryu.”



Ryu returned her bow. Hitomi stepped forward, so excited that she was hopping up and down on her bare feet. “Ok, ok! How about both of us? Think you can keep up with that?”



Ryu couldn’t help but grin. Hitomi’s enthusiasm reminded him of Ayane during their first training session. “If you insist.”



They both lunged at Ryu, and it was indeed quite a challenge to keep up with their assault. The combination of Hitomi’s powerful strikes with Leifang’s fluid grace made for an unpredictable pair. After several minutes of sparring and not getting a good solid hit on Ryu, Hitomi lunged and grabbed Ryu’s feet.



“Jetzt- I mean- now!” Hitomi yelled.



Leifang kicked out and caught the immobile Ryu in the chest. He toppled over and Leifang quickly set her bare foot on Ryu’s chest, pinning him to the ground. She raised her arms in victory and Hitomi began laughing. Ryu couldn’t help but chuckle himself. Then a current of air from the ventilation system caught the front flap of Leifang’s dress and it wafted forward slightly. Her dress had very high slits along the legs, and in a moment Ryu realized that Leifang went without undergarments. He diverted his eyes quickly before Leifang noticed his flushed expression.



As evening approached, Leifang made them tea. They sat on the floor, sipping tea and talking of their fighting experiences. When they questioned Ryu, he decided that they deserved to know why he was really there. They sat in rapt silence as he told his tale of violence, loss, and his current pursuit of vengeance. The sun finally set and Ryu wished them both a pleasant night’s rest and climbed into his bunk.



Out of the corner of his eye he saw Leifang enter the closet. After a minute or so, she came back out, wearing a brown translucent robe, thin enough that he could see she was wearing bright yellow lingerie beneath it. Ryu was relieved that she did wear something on to bed. Hitomi climbed into the bunk beneath Ryu and he saw her Karate robe flutter to ground. He wasn’t sure she had been wearing anything beneath it and was thankful he had already used the restroom and did not need to climb down anytime soon. Leifang passed beneath Ryu’s sight and joined Hitomi.



Ryu reached up, hit the light switch and the room was cast into darkness with only the soft moonlight from the windows to see by. Ryu closed his eyes, and in moments was asleep.



A few hours passed, and then suddenly there was a gasp and then a muffled scream. Ryu was awake instantly, grabbed the Dragon Sword, and leapt down, scanning the room for enemies. There were none that he could see, but that meant little when dealing with Vigoorian agents. He turned to the girls’ bunk and saw Hitomi, sitting bolt upright, her knees raised beneath her blanket, her hands clasped to her mouth and her eyes wide.



“Where is Leifang?” Ryu demanded, scanning the room again. The door was still shut. Perhaps they had come in through the vent. “Did someone take her? Where did they go?” When she did not answer, Ryu turned back to her. He noticed that she didn’t look scared so much as she looked ashamed. She took her hands from her mouth.



“Ryu, no. It’s ok. No one took her.” Hitomi glanced nervously at her knees, still raised under the sheets.



“Where is she?” Ryu asked.



A small hand, clearly not Hitomi’s, lifted the blanket, revealing a severely blushing Leifang laying between Hitomi’s very slender, very naked legs. Ryu swallowed hard, and did some blushing of his own.



“Oh…I’m sorry. I…uh…I thought that…I heard a scream and…I’ll leave you two alone.” Ryu turned away, and took a step toward the cabin door. Hitomi called after him.



“Ryu, wait! It’s all right. Don’t leave!” Hitomi grabbed her Karate robe and held it up to cover herself. Leifang wrapped the bed sheet around herself, and they both walked over to Ryu who finally turned to face them. They stared at each other for an awkward moment, and then Leifang spoke up softly.



“Ryu, we did not mean to embarrass you.”



“That’s right. We’ve just been on the road together for a long time. Leifang’s been teaching me all sorts of techniques.” Hitomi chimed in. “You don’t meet a lot of nice guys, and one thing leads to another…”



“You need not explain anything to me.” Ryu assured them.



Hitomi nodded. “Oh, we know. It’s just that. Before we…um…well earlier we were talking about you; what you’ve been through. And, well…” Hitomi looked to Leifang.



“We thought you might join us for a special sparring session.” Leifang’s mouth curved into a small smile. Ryu thought it was impossible, but Leifang managed to blush even more.



“I do not think that would be wise.” Ryu said, shaking his head. Another part of him was disagreeing, however. Hitomi began giggling. Ryu frowned at her. “What is amusing?”



She pointed down to Ryu’s crotch and he realized that his light fighting tunic did nothing to hide his arousal. “Looks like he thinks it would be wise.”



Ryu shook his head again. “No.” He then turned and started for the door. He had just reached for the handle when Hitomi called after him again.



“I guess you’re just scared, then.”



Common sense or no, a ninja does not admit fear to anyone. Ryu turned back and walked right up to Hitomi and stared down at her, but she kept a stern expression even under his glare. He summoned his darkest, most threatening voice, and spoke with deadly softness.



“No cheating this time.”



Hitomi’s cheek began to quiver and then she lost it and began giggling, and Leifang joined in. Hitomi calmed herself and then assumed a faux serious look.



“Very well. But before we begin, my partner and I need to warm up for a moment. You may watch, however.” Hitomi shoved Ryu down into the chair next to the desk, and then turned towards Leifang, showing her bare buttocks to Ryu, the cheeks of which swiveled smoothly as she walked. Hitomi leaned in and whispered something into Leifang’s ear. Leifang giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand.



The two girls turned to face Ryu, and in perfect unison they let their coverings drop to the floor. Ryu’s cock pressed hard against his pants, begging to be unbound. It was obvious that these two girls had trained together for quite some time. Their bodies were near perfect mirrors of each other. Ryu was reminded strongly of Ayane’s physique by both of them; full but modest breasts, toned bodies, long luscious legs. The only discernable difference between them was Hitomi’s lightly tanned skin and Leifang’s creamy complexion.



Suddenly, they leapt upon each other, embracing, their lips and tongues lashing at each other in a passionate kiss. Ryu was mesmerized by the sight of their breasts pressed together. They both began alternatively bending their knees, one of them going down, the other up, rubbing their bosoms over each other. They fell to the floor, rolling over each other, breaking their desperate kiss only to gasp for breath.



They stopped with Hitomi on top. She rotated, brining her face around toward Leifang’s crevice, and presenting Leifang her own. Hitomi leaned in and began licking Leifang’s tender folds, and Leifang returned the favor. They began rolling again, shifting positions, bodies entangled. The two girls lay there in front of Ryu, moaning, the moonlight from the window glinting off their curves as they squirmed on the floor. His rod had begun to throb with his ever quickening heartbeat, demanding attention.



Just as Ryu was about to reach down and take care of his own problem, Hitomi and Leifang ceased their “warm up”. Wiping their mouths off on the bed sheet, they gazed seductively at Ryu.



“I think that should do it.” Hitomi said coyly. “Ready when you are.”



Ryu stood and nearly ripped his tunic off. His cock stood out long and straight, still throbbing with every beat of his heart. Ryu was pleased when he heard Hitomi and Leifang both gasp quietly. Hitomi regarded his member like a defensive stance, and glanced to Leifang.



“What do you think, Leifang? We’ve never faced anything like this before. Can we handle it?”



Leifang grinned shyly. “We shall just have to do our best.”



They were on him in a flash, running their hands all over his body, tracing his every muscle but, to his great consternation, they completely avoided his crotch. Hitomi stepped to his right, Leifang to his left. Ryu draped an arm over either of them, and they pressed their bodies into his. Ryu spread his feet apart, taking a wide stance, similar to a sumo wrestler, his thighs parallel to the floor. The two girls straddled his legs and began humping them, rubbing themselves against his muscular thighs, their breasts sliding over both sides of his chest. Hitomi stretched her arms around Ryu, and began fondling Leifang’s breasts. Leifang reciprocated. They both moaned in Ryu’s ears. He heard their sounds of pleasure, and all the while his cock stood neglected. Ryu had thought Tina’s amorous assault had been a trial, but this was in many ways torture. Ryu couldn’t take much more.



“You have to…please.” Ryu’s voice was husky and weak. Hitomi leaned in close, licked his earlobe and then craned her neck to look past him at Leifang.



“Leifang, did you hear something just now?” She asked, still running her moist crotch over Ryu’s leg.



“No, Hitomi, I did not.” Leifang ground into his left thigh even harder, making herself gasp. “Oh, dear Hitomi!” Leifang’s hands left Hitomi’s breasts and slid down her arms. Prying Hitmoi’s hands from her mounds, Leifang joined both hands with Hitomi, entwining their fingers. Then they both leaned away from Ryu, arching their backs, their arms outstretched and locked across his chest and back, their dripping slits ever grinding against Ryu’s thighs.



“Oh, Leifang! Meinie liebe!” Hitomi cried out, her head rolling back, her breasts quivering.



“Hitomi, my darling! Come with me!” Leifang shrieked, her hips heaved frantically.



“Ja! ICH KOMME!”



Hitomi and Leifang’s thighs clamped around Ryu’s legs like vices. They screamed into the cabin, so loudly that the passengers in the next cabin pounded on the wall, demanding decency. Ryu did not hear the protest. His cock had not been touched at all, yet he was having to focus his chi in a desperate attempt not to come, so aroused was he by Hitomi and Leifang melting in his arms. His rod stood out straight, a deep purple and visibly throbbing. This had to end!



“I won’t stand for this!” Ryu declared. And then he sat down. The girls caught themselves with their arms, their legs still wrapped around his.



“Alright, Leifang, let’s let him have it!” Hitomi cried out, giggling. Leifang shoved her foot into Ryu’s chest, forcing him to lie down. The two vixens then leaned back themselves, and stretched their legs over Ryu’s body, entwining them, Hitomi’s left leg over Leifang’s right and vice versa, so that it appeared they were planning to scissor each other. Which was exactly what they were about to do. Ryu was about to go mad with frustration when he realized that his shaft was dead center between their glistening nether lips. Hitomi flung her hair back, and looked seriously at Leifang.



“Now! Get him!”



They both pressed in, two sets of nether lips enfolding Ryu’s rod. They began to hump it, Leifang sliding up, Hitomi down, rubbing his cock in opposite directions. Ryu exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.



Hitomi and Leifang started what he could only describe as a shoving match, trying to throw the other girl off balance, with Ryu’s shaft as a fulcrum.



“Oooh! Eeee! Leifang! Trying to go easy on him?” Hitomi managed to boast, before Leifang pushed Ryu’s cock deeper into Hitomi’s folds.



“Ahhh! Is—ugnh! Is that better?” Leifang choked out, grinding against Hitomi’s pussy, clasping Ryu’s stiff rod between them, their fluids running down his shaft.



“Oh, ja! Das fuhlt so gut! Tiefer! Leifang!”



The two girls increased their rhythm, and their moans became frenetic. Neither of them called out Ryu’s name, but that aroused him even more. It was as if he was experiencing their own pleasure, rather than just his own. He stared at Leifang and Hitomi, their hips undulating around his cock, their heads rolled back in delight. Ryu was not really inside either of them, so he was somewhat surprised when they both reached orgasm and cried out in unison. They cried out his name at last.



“Ryu!”



Ryu hadn’t peaked yet, and these two girls were in top physical shape. This was not over.



Ryu sat upright. Hitomi grinned at him and Leifang blushed. Ryu laid a hand on their shoulders.



“My turn.”



He picked Leifang off the ground and carried her to the bunk and set her down on her side, her legs dangling off the bedside. Hitomi stood and marched toward Ryu.



“Hey, what about me—ahhh!” Hitomi cried out as Ryu grabbed her and threw her down face to face next to Leifang. Ryu took hold of their butts and pressed their crotches as close together as possible, smooth tummies meeting each other. Ryu stepped beside the bed, and Hitomi and Leifang both wrapped their lean legs around Ryu’s waist, their knees bent around his hips on either side, their silky calves pressing on his butt. Ryu inserted his cock between them, pushed, and was rewarded by two squeals of delight as his rod stroked two clitorises.



Ryu started pumping, sliding through their intimate folds, over and over again. They began moaning, and Leifang snaked her tongue into Hitomi’s mouth in a kiss, the girls smothering one another’s cries of passion. Ryu reach out and grabbed one of Leifang’s breasts, working her flesh in his hand. Then he cupped one of Hitomi’s breasts with his other hand and brought the two breasts together, nipple to nipple, fencing with their erect points, rubbing the malleable orbs against one another. This elicited a new round of joyous squeals, and the girls pulled him in harder with their legs, urging him on.



Ryu felt his long overdue climax approaching, and started hammering into them frenziedly. The girls broke off their kiss, each letting out a scream.



“Mein gott! Unglaublich! Stark, Ryu,--AHH!-- stark! Bumsen Sie mich!”



“Yes, Ryu! Oh, YES!”



Ryu plowed into them and threw back his head, grunting.



Three powerful thrusts.



Three universes went nova.



“RYU!” “HITOMI!” “LEIFANG!” Their voices rang out and the names melded together, becoming a song of ecstasy. The trio shuddered together in blissful harmony, a crescendo of pleasure reaching its climax. A quiet denouement consisting of haggard breathing and hushed moans followed; the three players more than satisfied in their performance.



Hitomi and Leifang released their leg holds on Ryu and swung their lean calves back onto their bunk, laying next to each other, their chests heaving; eyes wide and staring at nothing in particular. Ryu stood there, bent over, hands on his knees, drawing in deep breaths. His obliged cock finally took a bow.



When he was confident his legs wouldn’t give out on him, he reached up to climb into his upper bunk. He had swung one leg up when he felt nimble fingers grasping his other calf. Ryu lowered himself back down to the floor and saw both girls gazing at him, an obvious request in their eyes. Ryu joined them in their bunk, slipping easily between Leifang and Hitomi. Both girls kissed Ryu together, and his tongue had to deal with two intruders for several minutes. Afterward, they laid their heads on his chest, and crossed their legs over his, their breasts pressed comfortably against his abdomen.



After several hours of sleep, Ryu was awakened by two pairs of hands kneading his sac and pumping his growing erection.



Three more days, and two more nights. Ryu wasn’t sure he would survive the trip.



* * *



For Ryu Hayabusa, the next few days were a blur. Between the necessary pauses for food and sleep, and the occasional practice fight, the three martial artists spent their time pleasuring one another. It wasn’t until after the fourth round of orgasms that the girls noticed that Ryu, while he seemed to be climaxing, never ejaculated. When Leifang inquired how this could be, Ryu explained that it was part of a ninja’s discipline. Leifang seemed impressed, but Hitomi grew irritated. She declared that his self control could last only so long against their wiles. The girls exchanged malicious grins, and thus began their campaign of conquest. Their goal: Ryu’s seed.



Hitomi and Leifang began taking turns bedding the super ninja; Hitomi riding Ryu brutally, her high voice crying out in guttural German as she impaled herself violently upon Ryu’s cock, his hands ravishing her breasts. Leifang was slow and methodical, varying her thrusts and whimpering erotically while Ryu suckled her nipples. Ryu’s favorite round was when Hitomi and Leifang both draped their breasts around his rod, their supple mounds massaging him. But despite Hitomi’s vigor and Leifang’s plethora of techniques, after dozens of orgasms, Ryu’s shaft never produced a single drop of semen.



As the airship entered the last few hours of the trip the girls grew desperate to break Ryu’s control. They moved into the bathroom. After Leifang filled the large tub with steaming water, Hitomi pushed Ryu into the soothing embrace of the bath. The girls descended upon him, and for an hour they writhed together, churning the water. The girls were so fluid and coordinated in their onslaught that Ryu lost track of who was doing what. Leifang’s creamy leg knocked a bottle of bubble solution into the bath. By this time the water was a tempest, and in seconds the entire surface was covered in a shimmering blanket.



Suds clung to breasts, sliding across smooth skin, emphasizing luscious curves as they undulated together. Over the intercom, the captain announced that they were now setting down in Ishtori. Hitomi and Leifang looked each other in the eye. This was it; their last chance.



Ryu realized that it was Hitomi he was thrusting into, while Leifang toyed with his sac. Then they shifted, and suddenly it was Leifang mounting him. Then they switched again. And again. The girls faced each other over Ryu’s erection, and each took a turn impaling herself on it, each getting a thrust at a time, one after the other, over and over, faster and faster, water sloshing about. Both girls were nearing orgasm, but it was Hitomi who convulsed first, her inner walls clamping down on Ryu’s shaft. Ryu began to come himself. Just as Hitomi’s grip relaxed, she rose off Ryu and Leifang’s folds enclosed his throbbing organ. Leifang came instantly, her own walls pulling desperately on his cock. Then Hitomi’s hands began squeezing Ryu’s testicles, trying to force the issue. Ryu grimaced, bearing down against the pressure. His orgasm wracked his body. Leifang cried out, arching her back. Hitomi squeezed harder.



And then it was over. Leifang collapsed against the side of the tub, and Hitomi quickly grabbed Ryu’s pulsing shaft, pumping it, a desperate look on her face.



“Come on! Out!” She yelled at the member. The tip was clean. No sign of semen. Hitomi cried out in anguish, and took Ryu in her mouth, sucking hard, so hard. She meant to suck what she needed right out of him. At last, she raised her head and looked up at Ryu, defeated. Leifang managed to push herself off the side of the tub, and both girls moved to lay on Ryu’s chest. They gazed into his eyes in wonder. They opened their mouths, and in one voice they spoke.



“What are you?”



Ryu took a deep, stabilizing breath. That had been a near thing indeed. He gazed back at them each in turn.



“I am a ninja.”


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Writer Commentary

I decided to combine the Leifang and Hitomi encounters for a very simple reason: I did not believe I could do them justice separately. Neither of them evoked a unique theme on their own, so I just decided to make the theme of a menage a trois. It's a fairly typical male fantasy, but still a potent one. The setting takes place in the same cabin that Ryu is found in during the Airship level of Ninja Gaiden, but much earlier in the journey. The setup for this encounter took much longer than I had expected, since there seemed no quick way to establish a connection between Ryu and the two girls.

There is quite a bit of speculation that Hitomi and Leifang are lesbians. Believe it or not, I made the girls sexual partners in my story before hearing anything about these rumors, nor did I realize at the time of writing that they were even supposed to know each other beyond the realm of the DOA tournaments. The subsequent discovery of their lesbian tendencies was an amusing surprise that I did not mind at all.

The most awkward part of the encounter has to be Leifang and Hitomi's humping of Ryu's legs. I'm still unhappy with my description of the concept, and am not really sure that it makes sense. When the girls scissor each other with Ryu's cock between them, I think the story actually hits its stride. The inspiration for that was from a hentai doujinshi. Heck, the entire "one man takes several women" theme of Koibito is very hentai like. Go figure.

The three-way simultaneous orgasm is appropriately idealized and utterly absurd, but I think it worked fairly well. Strangely enough, the story was to end with Ryu falling asleep between the two girls, but inspiration hit and the several day sex marathon came to be. It is here that Ryu's internalized orgasm is actually noticed by the girls, and becomes a part of the plot. Hitomi is portrayed as the deceptively small yet sexually aggressive Anglo Saxon girl, and Leifang is the subtle and skillful master of sexual arts of the orient.

The bathtub sex is some of my favorite imagery. I broke my own rule and included fellatio, but worked it in as a last resort for a desperate Hitomi. Overall, the Hitomi and Leifang encounter turned out a lot better than I had hoped.