Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ryu accompanied Leifang and Hitomi as they disembarked from the airship. They paused at the boarding ramp and the girls both turned and kissed Ryu lightly on either cheek.



“May you find what you seek, dear Ryu.” Leifang gave Ryu a bow which he returned.



“Selben hier.” Hitomi smiled. “I hope to fight you again someday.”



They turned and started down the ramp. Ryu turned back and found the steward standing behind him.



“I trust you enjoyed the ride?” He asked cheerfully. Ryu looked back down the ramp at the two girls just reaching the tarmac. He grinned.



“Indeed.” Ryu sighed, and then brought his mind back to his quest. “When do we take off?”



“Oh, yes, I’m sorry, I should have mentioned this earlier. There is an enormous storm moving across the Vigoorian border. We’ll launch as soon as we can but it would be suicide until it moves a little further away. No sooner than tomorrow night, from what I can tell.” The steward bowed apologetically.



“A day!” Ryu lamented. He drew a calming breath. There was nothing to be done against the weather. “Very well, I shall return to my cabin.”



“Oh, about that, sir! We routinely refurbish the cabins during layovers.” The steward averted his gaze and coughed nervously. “And from the reports of your neighboring passengers…erm…your cabin may need…special attention.”



Ryu surpressed a grin, thinking of how they had torn the cabin apart during their escapades. It most likely looked like a tsunami had ripped through it. He nodded at the steward.



“Certainly. Can you recommend an inn in town?”



“Oh, don’t worry about that, sir. We have our own passenger lodge next to the airstrip for just this purpose! I will have your belongings moved there immediately.”



* * *



Since Ryu was the only passenger crossing into Vigoor, he was also the only occupant of the lodge. Having the place to himself, Ryu decided to make use of the patio, and sat watching the storm pass by over the pine trees that ran up the mountain range in the distance. And beyond them…Vigoor.



The sun slipped beneath the horizon, and a cool night air blew. Thunder crashed, echoing off the mountainside. Ryu loved the raw power of nature. He lay back in his chair, propping his feet up on another. Soon his enemies would be within reach and his righteous justice would descend on them like…



Suddenly there was a loud concussion off in the woods. Ryu’s acute hearing told him it was not thunder, but little else. Ryu leapt from his seat, grabbed his sword out of his pack nearby, and rushed into the woods.



After a quarter mile or so, Ryu heard soft footfalls. There was a whisper of movement to his right and he glimpsed the unmistakable jet-black uniform of a Shinobi. Ryu stopped and called out, hoping to see if this fellow warrior required assistance. He was answered with a volley of shuriken. Ryu dodged, but one sliced a shallow cut into his right shoulder. His attacker let loose with another torrent of flying metal, but this time Ryu was prepared. He had brought the Dragon Sword up into a defensive guard and deftly angled the shuriken back toward their owner. Ryu heard the man gasp in pain, then saw him stumble to the ground. Approaching cautiously, Ryu placed his blade under the other’s chin. Ryu noticed with sorrow that one of the shuriken had sliced the man’s jugular, from which blood was flowing freely.



“I meant you no harm.” Ryu spoke in a low voice.



“You fool!” The man spat at him. “You cannot protect her. We will kill her eventually!”



“Her?” Ryu asked, confused. “Who are you hunting?”



“The traitor…she…” The man’s voice choked silent, and his eyes lost focus. Ryu did not bother to check. He was dead.



There was the softest of rustlings behind Ryu, no more than a murmur of leaves. He turned, blade ready. Lightning ripped the sky alight and he saw a small silhouette dashing between the trees, advancing on him. Ryu took no chances this time.



“Halt!” The figure ignored his order and leapt over him, striking out at his head with a kick. Ryu craned his neck, missing the blow, and brought his sword up and then down toward his foe. To Ryu’s astonishment, two hands clapped together, catching his blade between them. The Dragon Sword twisted in his grip and went tumbling away. Four strikes landed on Ryu’s chest in half as many seconds, knocking the wind from his lungs. Ryu struck back, but his blows were deflected. For a handful of moments, he and his adversary fought a stalemate, hands and feet striking in lightning-quick succession. As they parried and countered, a strange realization came over Ryu.



I know this style. Ryu thought to himself. Mugen Tenshin style Ninjistu! But how could that be?



“Ayane?” Ryu murmured. His attacker hesitated and Ryu finally landed a solid blow to his opponent’s stomach, forcing them apart. Another bolt of lighting crackled above them, illuminating the forest. The eyes almost convinced him for a moment, but the hair…No, it could not be!



“Kasumi?” Ryu breathed. The woman before him slowly lowered her guarded stance. Cautiously, she took a step toward Ryu and came into what little light there was. She was clad in a blue shinobi combat dress, flaps hung down her front and back, and matched gauntlets on her forearms. A short katana was sheathed at the small of her back. White stockings climbed up to her upper thighs. Her ginger hair hung down past her shoulders, short bangs bounced in front.



“Hayabusa?” Kasumi asked, her voice full of cautious hope, eyes wide in the dark. “Ryu?”



“Yes, Kasumi, it is me.” Ryu felt the familiar quickening of his heart. “What are you doing here?”



“I…” Kasumi’s response was cut short by the sound of dozens of feet bearing down towards them. “Ryu, please you have to help me!”



“Of course.” Ryu recovered his sword and he and Kasumi moved together through the trees toward their pursuers. They made their stand in a small clearing. Over two dozen dark clad shinobi attacked them from all sides. The odds were hardly fair. Ryu and Kasumi walked out of the forest five minutes later.



* * *

When he was confident they were no longer being followed, Ryu led Kasumi to the lodge. As they neared the patio, Kasumi looked up at him inquisitively.



“Ryu, what brought you out there?”



“I heard an explosion. I do not understand it, though. They did not appear to be carrying munitions.”



Kasumi smiled wanly. “That was me, actually. One of their shuriken had barely missed me, cutting my hair band.” Kasumi indicated her loose hair by way of explanation.



“You have mastered the use of Ninpo?” Ryu stared at her admiringly. Ninja magic was an extremely difficult technique to master. Kasumi nodded, blushing slightly. “I am certain that Hayate is very proud.”



Kasumi stopped in her tracks, her eyes filling with tears. She began sobbing. Ryu was perplexed by this reaction to her brother’s name. Hayate and Ryu had known each other almost their entire lives and had fought untold legions of evil doers side by side. He had not seen him for years, though.



“Kasumi, what is it? What is wrong?” Ryu laid his hands on her shoulders.



“There’s been an awful turn of events, Ryu.” Kasumi swallowed, clearing a lump from her throat. “A year ago, my brother…Hayate was believed to have been killed.”



“What?” Ryu asked, aghast.



“I left the shinobi order to avenge his death. But he was still alive. I was so happy to see him again…but…Oh, Ryu!” Kasumi began sobbing again.



Ryu understood. Once a shinobi abandons the order, he or she is hunted down and killed. No exceptions. That meant that Hayate was now honor bound to hunt down his own sister for avenging him.



They finally arrived at the lodge, sitting down on the padded patio chairs. As they watched the storm continue to rage, Ryu told Kasumi the tale of his village and his quest for vengeful justice. They talked for hours, effortlessly. He and Kasumi had been childhood friends, as she had played with Hayate and Ryu. At some point in their youth, Ryu had asked Kasumi to marry him, not really knowing what he meant. But she had said yes.



“Have you spoken to Ayane recently?” Kasumi asked hesitantly.



Ryu felt his stomach flip, images of Ayane and himself entwined flashing through his mind. Ayane calling out his name…



“Yes I have.” Ryu answered. Ayane and Kasumi were half-sisters, sharing the same mother. Ayane was the product of her mother’s rape, and her relationship with Kasumi had always been strained.



“I should go see her.” Kasumi said. “Make amends.”



Ryu could think of nothing to say. They sat there silently for a while, thunder rumbling in the distance. Presently, Kasumi spoke again.



“I will not be able to elude the shinobi forever. They will find me and overpower me eventually.” Before Ryu could argue, Kasumi continued. “There are so many things I have not done. Unfinished business. Ayane…” Kasumi glanced furtively at Ryu. “…and you.”



“Kasumi…” Ryu began, his heart rejecting the denial he planned to speak.



“Ryu,” Kasumi interrupted. “Look at us. I’m being hunted by an unrelenting army of the best fighters known to man bent on my destruction. You’re heading into the most powerful empire in the world hoping to confront an inhuman force of evil. What chance does either of us have?”



“We are alone.” It was the only answer that Ryu could think of.



“Not tonight.” Kasumi smiled, standing and moving to stand in front of Ryu.



Ryu gazed up at her. He had cared for Kasumi as long as he could remember. How could he have had the women he’d had and deny Kasumi? Ryu stood and leaned down, his lips pressed gently against Kasumi’s. When they parted, Kasumi looked up and grinned.



“I could do with a shower, Ryu.”



Leading her inside, Ryu started the shower. Steam began filling the room at once. He turned and watched as Kasumi slowly shed her shinobi dress. Ryu began removing his suit as well. She eased the lengthy stockings down her long, slender legs. Ryu pulled his pants down off his muscular legs, revealing his undergarment and the expectant bulge beneath it. Kasumi reached for her belt, and slipped the fabric from her torso. Her succulent breasts suspended with perfect natural form. Ryu pulled his top off, his chest rippling. Kasumi gasped in pure admiration, then turned away from Ryu, and stooped, sliding her fingers under the straps of her lower undergarment and pulling them down, revealing her curvaceous bottom. She turned back around to Ryu, who then pulled his own undergarment down, unleashing his pent up excitement. Kasumi inhaled sharply at the sight of his manhood standing at attention.



Kasumi backed into the shower; water running down over her hair and cascading in tantalizing rivulets over the swell of her breasts. Ryu followed her in, marveling at the sight of her. Kasumi was the embodiment of the shinobi ideal of physical perfection. Toned muscles capable of stopping his blade in bare hands shaped her form. The flawless contours of strength slid beneath her dripping, wet skin.



Kasumi grabbed a bottle of shampoo and placed some in her hands. Ryu did the same. Kasumi then reached up and began rubbing the shampoo into Ryu’s brown hair as he started lathering her ginger tresses. Kasumi stood close to him, her breasts brushing lightly against Ryu’s stomach, the tip of his hard rod sliding over her flat, athletic stomach. After the shampoo was washed from their hair, Kasumi and Ryu proceeded to lather each other’s bodies with soap. Ryu slid his rough hands over every inch of Kasumi’s lithe form, rubbing her breasts firmly to work up the lather. Kasumi’s hands trailed down Ryu’s robust body, gripping his member and washing it thoroughly.



Ryu’s mind flashed to a long forgotten memory. He and Kasumi, then only children, skinny dipping in a pond. They noticed that their bodies were different, and compared them, touching and feeling, poking and prodding. The young Kasumi ran her curious fingers over Ryu’s cock. It began to grow. Ryu gasped and told her to stop, but little Kasumi just giggled and kept jerking his shaft with her delicate hands. Young Ryu cried out, his voice still shrill in youth. It was his first orgasm.



The memory was more than Ryu could take.



“Kasumi…” He spoke her name like a prayer.



“Ryu…” She whispered.



His mouth descended on hers and their kiss was no longer soft and gentle, but frantically passionate, their tongues grappling. Kasumi jumped onto Ryu, her legs wrapped around his back, his cock sliding under the crevice of her bottom, intoxicatingly close to her slit. Ryu wrapped his arms under her, gripping her bottom, and carried her out of the shower, water dripping onto the carpet.



Ryu suddenly realized he had no idea where the lodge’s bedroom was. Kasumi pulled back from their kiss and saved him the trouble.



“Outside. Please. Outside.” Kasumi leaned back in, and again Ryu felt her tongue ravage his mouth. Ryu made for the door, and soon they were out under the stars, a cool breeze still blowing over the verdant grass.



Ryu sat down in the grass, Kasumi straddling his lap. She pushed Ryu down, laying him out on the soft earth. Kasumi reached down, taking hold of Ryu’s cock and positioned herself over it. Then she began lowering herself, plunging the throbbing head deep into her lush folds. Images of Ayane flashed before Ryu’s eyes, but he shoved them aside with an effort.



When Kasumi had taken him up to the hilt, he was staggered by the sensation. There was something different about her. Ryu did not want to make comparisons, but it came to him anyway. Never before had any woman felt so…right. Kasumi’s walls held Ryu’s rod with sublime accuracy; every contour in faultless alignment. It was as though they were designed to fit together.



“Now just relax, my love,” Kasumi’s voice shook slightly. “Enjoy my skill.”



She began riding him; her hips gyrating with effortless grace. Kasumi’s hands groped at Ryu’s chest, savoring the feeling of his strength. Ryu reached up and cupped her soft breasts while relishing the feel of her warm flesh gripping his in the most intimate of embraces. Her hands grasped his forearms, encouraging him to continue massaging her chest. Kasumi moved fluidly, her tempo flawless and steady, and she began murmuring his name under her breath like a sacred mantra.



“Ryu…Ryu…Ryu…” Hearing her chant his name ignited something in Ryu; a stirring in his blood, a feral, crazed heat rising up inside him. He lowered his hands and slid them up her thighs and gripped her butt.



“Kasumi,” Ryu gasped her name. “Forget about the skill.”



“Ok!” Kasumi squealed. “Let’s go!” She plummeted down on his cock with a vengeance, forcing the air from his lungs. Ryu bucked his hips ferociously, driving into a wild and likewise bucking Kasumi. Ryu’s hands kneaded her butt, helping her rise up and then come crashing back down on his shaft.



Ryu rolled Kasumi over onto her back and drove into her, forcing a full blooded scream from her lungs. Kasumi lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders, making her tunnel squeeze him tighter still. Ryu took her hands in his, and leaned back, pounding her, voicing a battle cry into the night air.



Kasumi turned over, and Ryu took her from behind, letting his feral instincts take control. He began growling in her ear, and was surprised to hear her respond with a feline purr. Ryu leaned back and grasped her hips, pulling her into each of his thrusts. They were both close, Ryu knew.



He turned her back around and pulled her up so she sat is his lap. She hugged Ryu fiercely, calling out his name, her mouth next to his ear, her soft chest pressed tight against his rock hard one. Ryu thrust up into her again, and he came, internalizing the orgasm as he always did. Kasumi quivered around him as her own orgasm overtook her. When Kasumi finally leaned back to look at him, Ryu was puzzled to see a stern expression on her face.



“Kasumi…what is it?” Ryu asked. “Did you not…?” He was certain she had climaxed.



“It is not that, Ryu.” Kasumi said in an even tone. She ran a hand through his brown hair and her expression softened minutely. “I want you, Ryu. I want all of you.”



She mounted his stiff shaft and started riding him again. Ryu was perplexed, unsure what she meant. She had his heart, she must know that. What else would she…? And then it hit him.



“Kasumi,” Ryu kept his voice as even as he could while she continued to hump him. “You know I cannot do that. A ninja cannot just…Ooh, nnghh!” His speech was cut off by the ferocious passion of her hips.



“Ryu, my love.” Kasumi whispered in his ear. “I will show you what a ninja can do.”



Ryu wrapped his arms tightly around her back and returned her thrusts with his own.



“You may have it if you can take it.” Ryu grinned.



They began.



When Ryu took Ayane’s offered virginity, it was a night he would never forget. Her technique was amazing and her energy limitless. He had always considered her his little sister, and to take her as a grown woman had been a mind blowing break of his own personal taboo.



Ryu’s sexual bribery of Helena Douglas had been rousing. She had wanted to be taken, wanted to feel out of control, to forget about her confined life of responsibility, to lose herself, and Ryu had offered her that and more.



When granting Christie’s request, Ryu had been shown the true value of experience. Never before had any woman shown such confidence in sex with him. She had been at the edge, and took him with her with blissful elegance.



Tina had challenged Ryu like no one else. Never before had sex been a competitive challenge for him. Her female figure was peerless; her breasts a wonder to behold, let alone fondle while pounding into her. She had taken him to his physical limits, exhausting even his super ninja endurance, leaving him exhausted from their carnal contest.



The duo of Hitomi and Leifang was a once in a lifetime experience. They had assaulted Ryu’s body in a coordinated onslaught of pleasure. They literally spent days entwined in a vortex of sensation, seeking to break his sexual fortitude.



Kasumi…



Kasumi was everything the other women were and infinitely more. Ryu would savor the memories of them, certainly. But Kasumi held something of his inside her more intimate than the shaft throbbing in her womb. She had his heart.



His cock was the one getting more of a workout, though. Ryu was dead set against ejaculating, but he had no reason not to enjoy her efforts. They began rolling across the lawn, a groaning, sweaty knot of limbs contorting on the grass. Kasumi’s nipples found their way into Ryu’s mouth, and he suckled them, moaning into her breasts as her slender fingers cupped and toyed with his testicles. Ryu came again, internalizing his climax. Kasumi grunted in annoyance, but hardly gave up.



They bumped into a tree, and Kasumi stood and pressed her chest against the bark, spreading her legs. Ryu shoved himself in, aggressively pumping his shaft up into her. He thrust himself to another orgasm, sending Kasumi over the edge as well, muffling his cry of climax into her silky hair. But nothing else escaped his body.



She rode him obstinately, undaunted, never showing a sign of fatigue. They went at it hour after hour. The stars twirled overhead. The night slipped into dawn. The sun crested the horizon, light spilling onto their glistening bodies, still writhing fervently against each other. Their ripped abs glided over each other, rivulets of sweat lubricating them; they were two halves of a finely tuned machine. They came again and again, somehow always together; each successive orgasm more intense than the one before it. What’s more, their coupling grew so merciless, so carnal, that they began to resemble animals more than people. Even during his marathon with Leifang and Hitomi, they would take breaks to sleep and eat, to be…human. It had been hours since Ryu or Kasumi had said anything more than each other’s names. Even that vestige of civility was failing. A scant few hours after dawn, words were beyond their means.



The sun rose in the sky, reaching its peak as they reached another of theirs; Kasumi riding Ryu’s rod, facing away from him, her hands gripping his aching calves. Noon was signaled by their animalistic howls of orgasm. Ryu’s cock glinted in the sunlight; Kasumi’s countless orgasms having bathed their hips in her fluids. The sun started back down the sky, and the late afternoon found Ryu and Kasumi thrashing against one another, their orgasms far too numerous to count, their grip on reality fading in and out as their bodies protested.



Ryu found himself on top of Kasumi, thrusting into her. Her legs, shaking from exhaustion, curled around his butt, urging him into her deeper and harder. Kasumi moaned something that might have been an instruction, but Ryu was barely staying conscious. Kasumi’s hands roamed over Ryu’s chest and then groped through his hair.



“Looo….Ughhh!....Nnnghh!.....Looo….Aaghhh! Oooh!” Kasumi’s brow furrowed in concentration, her lips trying to form the words. Ryu’s eyes began rolling back in his head as another of their innumerable orgasms approached.



Kasumi’s hips bucked upward suddenly, lifting Ryu up over her. Kasumi lay on her shoulder blades, her back curving up, her legs wrapped tightly around Ryu, raising her lower body off the ground vertically, his burning legs supporting his weight, keeping his balance with his hands, now clasped with Kasumi’s outstretched arms. He drove down into her, his cock plunging into her saturated folds.



“Looo…kkaaa…..Ayyyyysssss!” Kasumi whimpered, eyes closed shut, focusing. Ryu felt the pressure coming to critical mass. This was going to be rough. Then Kasumi’s eyes flew open, her eyes crystal clear.



“LOOK IN MY EYES, RYU! LOOK IN MY EYES!” she cried out in a beautiful, clear voice. Ryu’s mind was swimming, but he managed to blink his eyes open and gazed down into Kasumi’s. He saw his love, and he saw her looking back.



His mind was clear in an instant. The weakness in his legs disappeared, and he plunged inexorably into Kasumi. He kept staring into her gorgeous eyes, drowning in them. He saw in her eyes…He saw everything. The heat in their loins blossomed into a firestorm.



It happened. Gazing into each other’s eyes, they saw their own souls shattered and reborn. Ryu felt it, he saw it, but more than that; he became it. Kasumi came. Ryu came. They came.



Somewhere, he found his voice.



“KASUMI!” he roared.



“RYU!” she screamed.



Their eyes never parted, never blinked. They came. They became. One.



When the universe resolved back to a point where “self” existed, Ryu realized that a floodgate had been unleashed within him. Semen shot from his cock, deep within Kasumi’s womb. She opened her mouth in wordless ecstasy, arching her back even further. Just as Ryu believed it was over, another orgasm surged through him, one of a less cosmic sort. His genitals heaved with the effort, sending another flood of seed into her willing soil. As this second wave finally ebbed, yet another climax gripped him, and once again he poured himself into Kasumi’s bucking and shuddering body. All the while he saw the love and total fulfillment in her eyes.



Kasumi could hold no more, and Ryu’s seed began overflowing out of her, dripping upon the grass beneath them. Ryu came once more, his load was spent, and it was somehow more poignant for that reason. He collapsed next to Kasumi, and they both lay staring wordlessly up at the darkening sky, the sun beginning its final run toward the horizon.



* * *

Ryu awoke the next morning amazingly refreshed, stretched out on the green lawn. He turned his head to his right and found Kasumi watching him, smiling warmly. Her hair was still in disarray from their inconceivably intense love making, but that did little to mar her beauty.



“Good morning.” Kasumi purred, her hand absently stroking his abs.



“Good morning.” Ryu replied. He ran a hand through her crimson hair, and fondled her ear. Kasumi closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. Then she took his hand in hers and kissed his palm.



“Thank you, Ryu.” Kasumi’s voice wavered with emotion. “Thank you for the gift.”



“Kasumi,” Ryu shook his head, “It was no act of pity on my part. You…” He cupped her cheek in his palm and images of Ayane flashed through his mind again. “You are an extraordinary woman. No one else has ever done that to me.”



“I thank you in any case, Ryu. You have saved my life.”



“You would have done the same for me, Kasumi. The shinobi are not to be taken lightly.” Ryu motioned toward the woods.



“No, Ryu.” Kasumi said softly. “Not that. I’m being hunted down by a relentless force. But the shinobi are bound by honor. There are rules they must obey.” Kasumi gazed into Ryu’s eyes and at last he understood.



“They would not kill a woman who could be with child.” Ryu spoke the words evenly, no hint of the turmoil he felt in his heart. Kasumi looked at him with a mounting sense of alarm.



“I should have told you.” Tears began forming in her eyes. She lowered her head and a tear drop fell onto Ryu’s chest. Ryu settled his inner self and gently took Kasumi’s chin in his hand, raising her face to look at him.



“No apologies, Kasumi.” Ryu’s thumb wiped at her tear streaked cheek. “I could not hope to have a finer woman bear my child than you.” Kasumi gave him a dazzlingly smile and they kissed deeply. Pulling back, Kasumi lay her head on his chest.



“There is no guarantee that I will conceive, Ryu. But the shinobi will know of our mating, and they would not dare hunt a woman even if she might carry the child of Ryu Hayabusa. Worry about this later, my dear Ryu. You have an airship to catch.”


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Writer Commentary

Ah, the Ultimate Encounter itself. I knew that Kasumi would be the logical climax of the series, and was incredibly intimidated by the prospect of writing a one-on-one sex scene that would rival the intensity of Tina's chapter.

There is a slight crossover between DOA3 and Ninja Gaiden in this chapter. Kasumi's ending in DOA3 shows here rushing through a forest at night, fending of her ninja pursuers. Several shiruken slice her hair band and she casts what I believe to be a ninpo fireball that explodes. That explosion is the one that Ryu hears as he sits outside watching the storm.

Kasumi establishes her estranged relationship with Ayane, and the resemblance between the two half-sisters is a source of mental conflict for Ryu. The sex itself posed a real challenge, since it would not do to have just one position for these two lovers. The inclusion of a mini-flashback to their youth helped sell the emotional significance. Once they reach their first climax, the recurring plot device of Ryu's internalized orgasm finally becomes a central focus. Kasumi wants Ryu at such a fundamental level that his ninja discipline itself seems like an emotional barrier she must break through.

The ensuing sex is completely over the top and impossible. These two people have sex non-stop for what amounts to nearly two days. Hopefully the reader is sold on the stylized portrayal of the DOA characters, but more importantly, I hope they are invested in the characters, and are rooting Kasumi on. Ryu and Kasumi can't even speak at the end, but once Ryu looks in Kasumi's eyes, the true climax of the chapter finally arrives. The connection here has moved beyond the simple sex; they were having orgasms right and left for dozens of hours. A man and a woman have connected at a nigh spiritual level. This of course has very physical results, and Ryu at last ejaculates, but this was Kasumi's intention and thus not a character flaw for Ryu.