An assassin's new beginning:

Chapter 9: The second bond and double trouble.

As the incantation was uttered, the light finally died down, and the ethereal, light orange wings fizzled away into the ether, Matsu once again collapsed into the chest of her now eternal Ashikabi. Resting the left side of her face into the tall man's toned chest, nuzzling her cheek against it like one would expect a new born puppy to their mother. Her huge siamese twins pushing into his waist, hardened nipples poking into him from within her tight black top as both of her fat globe trotters mashed into the top area of his rib cage. Flattening them out like a pair of pancakes inside her top as her expansive H-cup cleavage pooled out in every other direction as they were squished further into Hit's frame.

Hit himself let out a small breath after going through that experience for the second time today. Allowing the busty red-headed Sekirei to snuggle into his chest whilst he recollected his thoughts. Allowing Matsu to further press her soft pillows into him.

"So that's what it feels like to be winged…" Said Matsu in a hushed tone, body still reeling from the euphoria that that single kiss had put her in. "…Feels so… Good." The Sekirei giggled perversely, her wandering hands taking the opportunity to explore her new Ashikabi as they felt around his waist and hips. Feeling the hard, dense muscle behind his clothes despite his more sleek physique.

Oh… Matsu certainly liked the feeling of the man's toned body. Oh yes… she absolutely adored it… such exquisite definition she thought, as her hands continued feeling him up, now moving past his waist and hips to his back. One hand trailing down his spine to the small of his back, while the other moved up and caressed over his upper back, near his shoulders.

By this point, Hit had regained his thoughts and noticed Matsu getting rather friendly with those hands of hers.

Oddly enough though… he didn't really mind it. In fact, there was a part of him that actually enjoyed how her hands were roaming over him.

Perhaps it was the bond they now shared as Ashikabi and Sekirei that had him like that.

Regardless, he found himself stiffening a little as one of Matsu's adventurous hands found its way to his crotch. The flat of her palm rubbing caringly and sensuously up and down his sex. His gaze traveling downward as her head moved up a little to meet his red pools with her own orange-red pools as she still nuzzled her reddened cheek into his chest. Her gaze looking just as lustful and loving for her Ashikabi as it did perverted.

"So… you changed your mind on that… experiment yet...?" She asked, her tone dripping with sexual desire as her hand practically cradled his bound manhood between his legs. A manhood which began to respond to the sudden attention it was getting, twitching as it slowly started to become erect. And she had to say, he was pretty big from what she could feel. "Because I don't know about you Hit… but after that kiss… and being this close to you… I'm feeling prettyhot right now."

The woman let out a long, hot breath against the side of his neck, prickling over his skin. A small shiver running over him as she gave him a light push towards her bed, which he didn't bother to resist.

No sooner had the ex-assassin sat down on the edge of the bed had the perverted, busty red-head got up close, her hands placed flat over his pecs as she reclined him down on to the mattress. His back gently lay down over the soft mattress and duvet as he looked up at his lustful life partner. The woman bent forward with hands still laid over on his chest, propping herself up as she brought her legs off the floor, knees bending as they came up to either side of his hips. Planetoid sized mounds wobbling above his face as she began straddling him.

"I'm going to love every minute of this… being able to experiment with my Ashikabi." She whispered huskily, loud enough for only him to hear, grey haori falling off her shoulders to the ground. Her arms crossing over each other as her hands grasped the hem of her tight black leather top, peeling it off her blemish-less, pale skin. Revealing her flat stomach and cute belly button first before it reached her chest and was quickly pulled up over the shoulders of her hour glass figure and thrown to the ground. Those two pale mountains of flesh bouncing out, bobbing up and down as they slapped against the other. Hard, pointy, light pinkish nubs jutting out from the peaks of both in all their naked glory. Eventually slowing down to a series of light jiggles, the mind boggling huge orbs mashed into the other in a rather titillating display as she leaned forward a little. Pushing outwards as they started wobbling excitedly. Putting on quite the show without even trying. One which would have almost any straight man salivating, eyes transfixed on to them with unbridled desire and lust as both creamy mounds bobbed left and right, aroused nipples swaying side to side hypnotically. With the capability to easily ensnare them to Matsu's control.

Any other man in Hit's situation, would be willing to do just about anything if it meant being able to taste those delicious, ripe fruits dangling in front of his face. Despite how gigantic they were, and how soft given how they'd melded against his torso with literally no resistance, they were also quite perky as they refused to sag even with the position she was in. Any other man would've wholeheartedly taken the chance that was given to see how well those bouncy melons would've held up with a good, hard squeeze. Or how they felt with their cock jammed between them…

However, Hit was not 'any other man' and as such, Matsu's double WMD's dangling overhead that would have the average guy about ready to cream himself, and lose any sense of rationality were far less effective on him.

That being said… that didn't said double WMD's didn't have any effect on the near constantly stoic warrior, as a small, warm feeling of desire did bubble up inside him. As well as his manhood reacting once more, growing more erect inside his pants, which the perverted woman noticed as her lewd smile broadened.

"Looks like someone's getting excited~." Her voice laden with lust, along with a bit of amusement, she bent down further. Elbows bending further as she brought her gorgeous, wobbling wonders close to his face. Dainty, erect nipples hanging over his lips by mere centimetres, swaying from side to side as her massive melons jostled into the other, creating small ripples in her gravity rending, tantalizing boob flesh. Jiggling fanatically like gelatine. "How about a taste? I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

The door to her room opened up again, and Hit felt an amused smirk come over his face as he recognised the energy signature coming into the room. One which was particularly hostile towards a certain oblivious pervert trying to seduce him with her, admittedly impressive tits that were arousing even someone like him.

"Hmm, maybe some other time. You have bigger things to worry about."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She asked, rising up to a sitting position on his pelvis with a perplexed look on her face.

Not a second later, the feeling of cold, hard and sharp steel being pressed up against the side of her neck, along with a malicious aura emanating from behind her gave Matsu the answer to that question.

"What he means… is that if you don't get off him right now, you'll end up headless."

Sweating bullets at this point, Matsu's head turned robotically as she looked behind her. Eventually coming eye to eye with none other than Karasuba. Who was smiling almost ear to ear with her eyes closed. Only said smile held no affection or care behind it. Not for her at least. Rather, it held dark intentions behind it for the voluptuous red head if she didn't head her words.

"That was pretty quick, Karasuba. That check-up finished already?" Asked Hit casually, his tone carrying a light hint of amusement like his blood red eyes. Not at all effected by the dangerous aura encompassing around Karasuba.

"Oh, not quite." She replied, her eyes opening into slits as she looked over at him. "To be honest, they didn't even get to run any tests. Takehito was working over Miya at the time, and said he'd get to me when he was done, and then Minaka let it slip where you were, so I came right down."

Minaka let it slip? How in the world would he- oh wait… he'd probably been present when Takami came to the conclusion that Matsu was potentially reacting to him. That nuisance of a man had probably told her that just to put him in another awkward situation for a laugh, knowing that with her extra time off, she'd just go back to him.

That nauseatingly annoying man-child was most likely watching this from a safe distance whilst snickering to himself like a mischievous five year old.

"But I must say… I certainly wasn't expecting to walk in on something like this…" Looking over the position they were in, particularly noting how Matsu had stripped off the top of her uniform and had likely been waving those fat jugs of hers in her Ashikabi's face. "Speaking of which, Matsu~…"

"U-Uh yeah, hehe…" Matsu chuckled nervously, her eyes switching between looking at Karasuba, and at the blade grazing over her neck.

"I do believe I told you to get off of him. Are you hard of hearing? Or, do you need extra… incentive to do what you're told?" Her tone having become scarier, she pressed the sharp blade further against Matsu's neck, drawing a small bit of blood that trickled down to her shoulder as it cut into her pale skin.

"N-No! that's quite alright!" Having her fight or flight instinct triggered, Matsu chose flight as she swung her left out and jumped back away from Karasuba's nodachi. Her massive melons bouncing around, smashing into the other before ricocheting in either direction. Both enormous fun bags coming right back to hit the other again, repeating said process a few times as her hard nipples drew circles in the air. Finally though, her humongous hooters began to settle down into a series of more tame wobbles as she came to what she thought was a safe distance away from Karasuba's sword and certain doom.

"That's a good girl." Karasuba remarked with faux appraisal, a large part of her, a much more blood thirsty one, wishing the woman would've been too frightened to move, so she'd have an excuse to strike her with her blade. "Now then, care to tell me what's going on my dear Ashikabi~?" Karasuba questioned, turning her attention back to Hit, who'd just sat up with an indifferent look on his face.

A look which fizzled away as soon as he heard that pet name, his right eye beginning to twitch slightly as he gave her an annoyed gaze. "Takami told me that Matsu was reacting to me, so I came over here and 'winged' her. That's about the gist of it. And don't call me that."

"Talk about not beating around the bush." Karasuba couldn't help but comment with a sliver of humour in her tone about his blunt response.

Matsu was thinking the same thing, though she didn't voice it as she brought her left arm up to cover her bodacious assets. Cradling them in the crook of her arm, nipples jutting into them as she scooped them up as best she could. A good portion of her pillowy globes bubbling out over either end of her arm, expanding out over both ends of her slender arm as it pushed further into the middle of her breasts.

"You barely winged me not even twenty minutes ago, and you've already bonded with another? Was I alone not good enough for you darling?"

Hit brought up his left hand as he pinched his eyes shut with his index finger and thumb. A light groan escaping past his lips in further annoyance at Karasuba deliberately trying to aggravate him with another pet name. Her tone a mixture of mock hurt and teasing.

"First off, never call me that again." He began, getting off the bed and rising to his feet, which even with her heels on made him significantly taller than Karasuba.

"Whatever you say, darling." She replied mischievously, purposefully ignoring his words.

A sigh fluttered through the former hitman's lips as he rubbed his temples, clearly in no way amused by such a cute nickname.

If you wasn't obvious enough already, he didn't do cute. "Second off, put away the sword." He continued, getting in the space between Karasuba and Matsu, giving the half-naked pervert his back as he calmly placed his right hand on the back of Karasuba's nodachi.

"Hmm… I'm not sure I want to do that." The swordswoman replied, looking past Hit over to Matsu a few steps back from him, who cowered a little under her gaze. "Not yet anyway."

Hit gave her a stern look. "Just put it away. This is getting childish."

Looking back up into Hit's eyes, she met his gaze with her own. For a brief moment, she didn't move or say anything. Simply staring into her Ashikabi's blood red pools. Which stared right back at her with authority. Not just authority though, but power as well. A lethal kind of power that made her shiver on the inside from excitement, and a hint of lust. She could feel the goose-bumps throughout her body from his stare!

She could certainly see, yet again, why she had reacted to him. Why her soul had chosen him to be HERS.

However, as unfortunate as it was for her to admit… as of now, he wasn't just hers… he was also bonded to Matsu too. And as much as that didn't really sit well with her… it was just how things were right now. As begrudging as that was to acknowledge.

"Fine, you win. I'll play nice." She finally said, choosing to sheathe her sword away as per his wishes.

Hit simply nodded his head at this, before blinking as Matsu came up behind him and circled her arms around his waist and hugging herself close to him. Causing her soft, large tits to press into his back, squishing into it and bulging outwards in other directions as they were compressed like a pair of wet sponges. The woman smiling up at him in appreciation.

"Hit-sama! Thank you for protecting me. It looks like someone got a little jealous, didn't they?" With the fear she felt for Karasuba gone due to Hit's intervention, she barely glanced at Karasuba with a cheeky 'looks like I win' look before closing her eyes as she snuggled into his back.

Hit just sighed to himself as he felt her two soft pillows of flesh push into his back. Pretty certain that he could feel both her hard pink stubs poking into him even from within his trench coat. She got over her fear pretty quick, now didn't she?

Karasuba felt her right eye twitch in irritation. Okay, now this perverted bimbo was trying to get on her nerves…

Before anything else could happen though, a man wearing a white scientist's coat over a black turtleneck sweater and pants, with messy grey hair that hid a part of his face, and grey eyes came into the room. Catching the attention of the trio with the sound of his footsteps.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we're ready to analyse you now Karasuba." Said none other than Takehito, in a soft and reserved tone, whilst looking at said Sekirei.

"Heh, see you later Karasuba~." Said Matsu with a jovial sounding voice, turning her attention back to Hit again. "Looks like we'll be alone again. Why don't we get back to experimenting when they're gone?" She asked, her tone becoming lascivious as she started rubbing her huge assets up and down his back with enthusiasm. Her face morphing into that of a lewd perverts as she started giggling to herself.

To say that her antics were really started to make Karasuba's veins practically boil on the inside was an understatement as she gripped the hilt of her blade like a vice. Her smile becoming incredibly strained as the urge to cut Matsu into pieces rose higher and higher for attaching herself to their Ashikabi like a sloth would to a tree.

"You as well, Matsu." Takehito cut in like a scissors through paper. Popping Matsu's bubble then and there.

"Huh!? Wait, why?" Matsu replied back with a whine of surprise, looking over at the nonplussed Takehito.

"Because you too have been winged, like Karasuba has. By the same man no less. We'll need to analyse you as well, to see any changes that have occurred with you."

"Moooh, Takehito-san! I was just about to get to know my Ashikabi more personally. Why do you have to ruin that?" She groaned. pouting childishly like an entitled little girl who just got told she couldn't play with her favourite new doll.

It honestly looked hilarious on her face, and was definitely something Minaka would've had a giggle fit over if he could see it. Karasuba certainly found some humour in Matsu's little plan for their Ashikabi getting swatted by the scientist, if the strain leaving her smile was any indication.

"just do as he says, Matsu." Hit cut in this time, looking down at her as she clung to him further.

Looking back up at him, she pouted even further. Almost looking depressed that he agreed with Takehito. "But Hit-sama…"

"No buts, just move it already. This is starting to get tedious."

Words like those were almost like music to Karasuba's ears. "Well, you heard him Matsu." Grabbing on to her fellow Sekirei's left wrist, she easily managed to wrench Matsu off of Hit with incredible strength, surprising Matsu yet again as she pulled her towards the door. The busty Sekirei's lively boobies bouncing around her chest, smacking into each other and knocking each other left and right repeatedly in quick succession as her fellow Sekirei yanked her out the door.

"I'll see you later, darling." She said, turning her head to give him a sideways glance and a quick wink before she walked passed Takehito out the door with a flailing Matsu behind her.

"Gah! Hit-sama, save me!" Matsu yelped with an overly dramatic tone as she was pulled out the door and away from view.

Meanwhile, Hit just face-palmed at such a silly reaction from Matsu, along with Karasuba calling him that stupid pet name a third time.

Boy were those two going to be a handful… Perhaps it wasn't too late to try and get into contact with the grand priest and make a deal to get out of here?

"You'll certainly have your hands full with those two." Remarked Takehito whimsically, watching the space where they had just left past with a small smile on his face.

"You don't say…" Hit sighed, knowing that this would probably only get worse when it came to those two.

Lucky him…

"By the way, before I go I'd like to speak with you for a minute. If you wouldn't mind, of course." The scientist broached politely, turning his head to look at the ex-assassin.

Bringing his hand down from his face and back to his side, Hit regarded the man with a look of curiosity as he nodded his head.

He wanted to talk with him did he? Well, he didn't have anything better to do…

AND CUT!

Well would you look at that… I actually got a chapter done early again!

For those wondering, I had enough inspiration to get this chapter over with during my off hours from college, much to my own surprise. But hey, that means you get it early, so it's a win-win I suppose.

Anyway, this chapter mainly focused on Matsu's interaction with Hit, following her winging, and then Karasuba's reaction to the whole thing.

Since this chapter is Matsu-centric, and she is a god given, shamless super pervert, it was a no brainer that this chapter would contain quite a lot of fanservice. Considering this is a Sekirei crossover, I'm surprised it took me this long to have written an ecchi scene given the nature of that series being a borderline hentai, but hey, it involved Matsu. That was all the excuse I needed. And I could totally see her trying this anyway in canon, lol.

As you all saw, Hit wasn't really opposed to the idea of her advances, and absolutely didn't act like Minato would've, which would be like a prudish virgin who can't handle the sight of even a half-naked girl without stuttering like a buffoon and blood gushing out of his nose like Niagara falls.

Either way though, I hope you all got some enjoyment from Matsu's…ehem… Assets and antics. Because admittedly, I did find this rather amusing as I wrote it, and I just hope you guys do to.

Feel free to leave a review if you want, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!