My Beloved Shadow

by Cosmic Sky

Having a ninja bodyguard was...not something Kiran ever thought would happen to him. Having one as unique as Kagero? Oh, definitely not, but it had happened. She stuck to him like a shadow; without her, he came to realize that something was missing. Kiran realized she was more than just his shadow; likewise, Kagero saw him as more than just her client to be protected.

Hey, everyone. Pretty fast in terms of a story posting, huh? Like I said in my Ullr story, I chose to do her as a spur of the moment choice when she was first revealed, putting another lady on the backburner. Somehow though, I've managed to complete two of these Heroes One-Shots in rapid succession and post them in short order. So, who's the lucky this time? None other than Kagero from Fates! She's a personal favorite of mine (I'm bit of a sucker for ninjas) and I'm glad I can post a lemony story featuring her. For a little bit of background, the events of Birthright and Revelations will be referenced, but that's mostly as background material to the real action. Now then, read on and I hope you enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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My Beloved Shadow

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"I don't like him."

Kagero fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm pretty sure that Kiran has picked up on that, though he's certainly trying to change it. Just look."

"I am looking."

"And?"

Her one-eyed comrade said nothing, which was a statement onto itself. Kagero didn't need him to speak the words to know that she'd gotten through; Saizo just hated to potentially admit that. He had a hard time ever admitting when he was wrong about someone, though he could do it. She'd seen him do it before, and she knew he was capable of it again. Kagero knew that Kiran was capable of earing her former lover's respect.

Albeit a small part of her questioned why she was even thinking about all of this. Another part of her knew what the answer was-because Kiran had quietly earned her respect. He wasn't the helpless boy that some had characterized him as upon being first summoned. Their master certainly hadn't held that view of him, and Kiran had gone to show that Master Ryoma had been accurate.

He was sweaty and bruised and even bleeding, yet the black-haired former school student stood ready with his bokken. Directly across from him, Ryoma stood ready with his, an approving look in his eye. With a fierce battle cry, he surged forward; their practice swords met in another thunderous cracking of wood that resounded through the dojo. It had been a constant, like rain drops against the earth in a storm. Both fighters' bodies were wet, though only Kiran looked like he'd been caught in a storm. In spite of that, he was still going at it with quite the fervor.

Kagero couldn't help but be pressed; Kiran tended to have a knack for that based on her surveillance of him. She'd done a lot of that regarding him.

There was no way that Kiran was ever going to beat Lord Ryoma in a sword fight, not without putting in another three years of rigorous kenjutsu practice. That sort of thing wasn't exactly on the Summoner's radar though. For starters, swords really weren't his primary weapon, but he took to training with them out of necessity. He also had a wide range of teachers to learn from, some of whom could be quite aggressive in getting him to learn how to swing a sword. Their way of teaching him how to swing a sword was by actually trying to kill him and forcing him to adapt to survive. Thankfully, Ryoma wasn't one of those kinds of teachers, but he certainly wasn't one to hold back in the need to toughen him up.

If personally asked, Kiran Campbell would say that the approach was working. Kagero would agree, even if she…found it painful to watch.

As a ninja, she bore witness to many unsightly, terrible things. Pain and death were common sights, sights that she never enjoyed seeing. With Kiran though, seeing him in pai was especially impactful.

He hadn't been born into a life of conflict, quite the opposite. He was a civilian, yet by an incredibly random and even cruel twist of fate, his life had become marred in conflict. Still, he knew in order to survive, he had to put himself through such grueling training.

Thankfully, almost half an hour later and the training reached its end.

Kagero was vaguely aware of her body moving, her feet touching the ground and her arm moving to help hoist the former college student up.

"H-Hey, you guys enjoy the show?" He somewhat jubilantly asked in spite of the great pain he was in. Kagero couldn't help but smile in return at his attempt at humor.

Saizo didn't hesitate to share his opinion. "Yes, we did. It's been a while since we've witnessed Lord Ryoma have to work with such a hopeless case, but you're…actually making progress."

"Heh, a compliment discussed as sarcasm, that indeed is proof that Saizo's taking to you, Kiran." Ryoma laughed. Beside him, the aforenamed ninja looked away, dismissive snort sounding from his covered lips. "To be direct, Kiran, you've made progress, great progress."

"Thanks, but, um, no offense, don't think I'm going to start swinging a sword around as my main weapon of choice. I…kind of already have one of those."

"Yes, you and that little toy that summoned us all." The scar-faced ninja muttered.

"Saizo." Kagero sniped. "I'll take him to the infirmary to be checked on." She declared, helping the black-haired teen rise to his feet. He clearly needed a little help in doing so since, by Kiran's own admission, his legs felt like jelly. It was clear that he appreciated the treatment, especially given who it was coming from.

This didn't go unnoticed by the samurai lord and his loyal retainer, the former of whom Kagero bowed to before proceeding to carry Kiran away.

Once they were out the door, Saizo spoke first. "She's becoming attached to him."

Ryoma wiped some of the sweat from his brow. "Yes, I can see that." Unlike his retainer, there was a note of happiness in his voice and twinkle in his eyes as he stared at the walls. One would have guessed that the Hoshidan prince was watching them through it, a feat that some might have outright accused of being possible. "Saizo, does that bother you?"

"No."

"Is that the truth?"

There were few people whom Saizo never turned his venomous glare at, his lord was one such person. With him, it was always the truth, no matter how much the red ninja tried to keep it bottled up. "…A little. He's a step down from me in all categories, but I won't deny that the boy has heart. Any other man in his position would have turned tail and read, or perhaps killed himself out of sheer terror at what the responsibilities he now bore. Speaking of which, we are the ones doing most of the fighting, not Kiran. In spite of that," looking to the bokken that had bene left on the ground, the ninja's gaze somewhat softened. "He trains hard, so hard that sometimes he has to be forced to stop."

"Yes, I have seen. It both heartens me and worries me. Heh, perhaps I see a little bit of myself in Kiran; it's one such reason I have no issue following him into battle."

"You know, technical, it's more like he's following us into battle." Saizo quipped, to which his lord playfully shrugged. "I won't quite say that I'm all that confident in him…but he's proving to be better than I thought he would be. Kiran Campbell has impressed me…and I believe he's impressed Kagero as well. After all, he's seen the bizarre monstrosities she's called art and not called her insane."

"Hm, I seem to recall you not being that unnerved by her…artistic flair."

"I'm a ninja, my lord, death and despair is as common to us as one's shadow. If the Summoner sticks with her long enough, he'll learn that. It might not be for the best…but hopefully, it will toughen him up enough for what we're facing ahead of us, this war with Embla. We don't need a whippy fool who'll shriek at the sight of blood…nor can we afford to have him be protected by someone incapable. Kagero is capable, and she will keep him safe, for all of our sakes."

Ryoma looked to his retainer, quietly mulling over his words. "For all of our sakes," he repeated. "Yes…you're right, Saizo." Having said that, Ryoma's intuition spoke to him as well, remind him of what he'd seen over the past month he'd assigned Kagero to be Kiran's protector. He had no idea what to expect from that partnership outside of Kiran's safety. It had been a quiet hope that Kagero might take to Kiran enough to be more motivated to keep him safe. From what he'd seen, t hat plan seemed to have worked. However, Ryoma was beginning to suspect that maybe it'd worked better than he expected it would.

In thinking that, he began to wonder if he'd been spending too much talking and indulging in the gossip of a certain Nohrian princess, one who he didn't quite mind going to talk to after this. For strategic discussion of course.

"Okay, can you be honest with me, how did I do?" The former Bost-native questioned as they neared the infirmary. Kagero was practically carrying him down the hallway as his legs felt like whips pf grass blowing in nonexistent wind.

She looked to him with a side glance. "Kiran, you did exceptionally well. I can at least say that you've come a long enough way that you could probably hold your own against a trained swordsman. The others would agree, I'm certain Fredrick would agree."

"Hehehehe, yeah, I hope so."

"…But I don't quite think it'd be enough for him to let you off of training." She laughed as his face fell into a comedic frown.

"If I tried to run, would you stop?"

"Only if you placed your life in danger." She replied without missing a beat.

His fallen frown immediately morphed into a smile, one that Kagero was quite happy to see.

"If I…asked you for sword lessons-"

"I don't quite think it'd be enough to overcome Lord Ryoma." Kagero immediately declared. When she saw the puzzled expression on his face, she realized she'd probably misread his intentions. "Um, sorry. I…you were thinking of something else."

He looked away, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. It wasn't the first time that Kagero had seen it. She recognized what it meant, but for both of their sakes, she stayed quiet about it.

"That move that I saw you create in your sword dance painting." He confessed. "If I asked you to…could you…replicate it so I could try it for myself?"

Her eyes widened. "M-M-My sword dance p-painting? Y-Y-You mean the one that I…" Now it was her turn to let her cheeks burn pink, nervousness overcoming her. "Y-You…you seem to have confused that attempted painting for some actual combat technique."

"It could be." He offered. "I mean, I've seen some people get inspiration from some crazy places."

"And I suppose that I certainly count as crazy." She jabbed. He shot her a sheepish smile that would have been followed by an apology if she hadn't chuckled. "I'll think about it. Trying to turn a piece of…unusual fantasy into reality, that's quite a thing, but I suppose if anyone could do it, it'd be you, Kiran."

"Heh, thanks for the compliment, Kagero." The former student laughed.

Continuing on their way to the infirmary, they were greeted by an array of familiar faces, several of whom quickly deduced that the Summoner was returning from a training session. Kagero stood off to the side, watching over him as she had before. This didn't go unnoticed.

"So, did you jump in, or remain neutral all the way until the in?"

"You speak as if self-control were a weak point for me, Soren." The female ninja politely responded. She'd grown accustomed to working with all manner of people, she had to in order to do her job. That includes ones that could be as…trying as the Tellius sorcerer. "He has made progress."

"Yes, hm, we'll see that in the next battle, which will be coming in two days' time." The Branded sorcerer met her gaze when she looked to him. He saw that the news was, well, news to her. "Embla forces are moving in from the west, headed by another hero of some repute."

"I see." Kagero flatly replied, not letting her emotions, show, something that she'd become quite good at. "Will you be helping dedicate the battle strategy."

"Yes…alongside several others." The wind sorcerer declared.

"And does it bother you that Kiran will be among them?" That finally got a rise out of him, one that Kagero silently relished. She remained strong and impassive as the Tellius sorcerer turned to her with a side glare. "Only asking a question, one potentially crucial to the war effort. If our strategists are at odds with each other, then it will note bode will."

"And you're telling me that?" He sneered.

Kagero looked away. "Well, you are somewhat high-strung, so much so to the point where it can be difficult for you to work with others." Soren's scowl deepened as Kagero knew her words had hit the mark. She took quite gratification in having done so.

"Gah! I'll have you know that when push comes to shove, we can all put our differences aside! No one in our group is a novice! Not even…Kiran. Not anymore." Within seconds of saying it, Soren realized that confession had likely been what the ninja had been quietly working toward. Well, she had it and he saw no way to get it back. Sighing, he turned his back to the kunoichi. "Make sure that doesn't go to his head."

"I'll make sure." Kagero answered as she watched him leave. He reminds me so much of Lord Takumi, eve right down to the use of the wind. It was so ironic that those wind users seemed so tied down and tightly compressed. She remembered how when they first met, Kiran was seemingly like that as well.

Now, not so much.

That was extremely evident in the wide grin that he had on his face when she looked back at him. While he was being healed, he'd been listening to the entire exchange. His smile conveyed one message-thank you.

Against her self-restraint, Kagero smiled back at him. It had become so much easier to do within the last week and a half. During that timeframe, she'd begun to open up to Kiran, showing him some of her artwork, which he…seemingly accepted.

As she waited for him to be patched up, she thought about returning to her studio and taking a look at a certain painting she'd crafted.

Kiran Campbell had done the incredibly out of the ordinary deed of not rejecting her artwork…or her strange sense of aesthetics. That had made her look at the Summoner in a new light, a light that continued to grow by the day.

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"Kiran…I…I'm coming in." Kagero called. This was so unlike her that it was actually becoming a bit frightening. When was she ever this nervous?

First off, it's not like she hadn't been in his…workshop before. At times, Kagero let it slip ad outright called it a forgery as the presence of metal and machinery made it more akin to that. Kiran himself called himself an engineer.

And she was a ninja and a painter. Two things he once remarked were opposite of him. In a sense, he'd been right.

But Kagero was what one might call a unique artist; she had a particular sense of aesthetics that made her hard to understand for some. Kiran could understand, and his own brilliance spoke to her sense of aesthetics, even if she hadn't told him that.

Upon laying eyes on him, she mused that she sadly wouldn't be telling him tonight either. As she expected, the gunman was laying against his desk, having fallen asleep against it. Blueprints and schematics lay sprawl out in front of him. More lay curled up beside his left elbow. Scattered about his desk were pencils, rulers, tap measurers, a device she believed was called a "calculator", two arcane crystals that glowed with magical energy, and a bunch of erases. Kagero's gaze lingered on Kiran's sleeping form before she looked around her to the rest of the room.

A haphazard collection of gears and machinery that lay atop of crates and atop work tables. Various devices glowed with faint blue lights, green, and even red lights. Walking over, to a nearby crate, she peered down and picked up a strange spherical device. The smooth metal surface quickly enamored her.

Unfortunately, in caressing it, she accidentally flipped some kind of switch.

Suddenly, a red light came out, staring straight out her and causing her own eyes to widen in alarm. Fear and panic swirled within her, but thanks to her training, she surpassed it. As she felt magical energy beginning to surge through the device, she hit the same switch again, powering it off. Sighing in relief, she put the sphere back down, where a multitude of others lay. If she hadn't maintained her rationality, she was sure she'd have created quite a mess, or made the bigger one even worse. Looking back over at him, she was happy to see that she hadn't awoken him from his slumber.

Kiran was like many of her Hoshidan comrades, namely Oboro, working himself to the bone via his own overwhelming drive. Truth be told, Kagero actually found that impressive and admirable, but she knew that such drive had to be tampered. Continuing along the path of excesses could only backfire. Kira once told her that he knew that, but he simply couldn't help himself sometimes.

He felt like he had to push himself, otherwise he felt like he'd be letting everyone in the Order down, or worse, becoming deadweight to them.

Whenever Kagero heard someone bring up that notion or even mention it, she felt a spark of anger burn within her. She still felt it whenever someone belittled him, especially if they were the enemy. Especially if they were Loki. For whatever reason, whenever she thought of the mysterious sorcerous, she felt her skin crawl and her normally calm heart quicken, a fire lit in it. Kagero knew it wasn't simply because she posed a threat to the Order and an excessive one to Kiran's life.

Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. This feeling wasn't one of unease signaling potential danger, it was more like…a stirring, like something was calling out to her.

Near immediately, she pin-pointed the source to be further into Kiran's workshop. Looking back at him to see he was still sleeping, she chose to follow it. Kagero told herself there was no harm in it, that she wouldn't touch anything; the constant mental murmuring amazed her as she wondered why she always felt so…self-conscious in Kiran's forge. Was it because it was filled with wonders whose function she nor any others could even begin to comprehend? Or was it perhaps that she was in such awe of everything around her?

She wondered if this was how people felt coming into her studio, minus the sense of awe. That was one way that they so drastically differed.

Perhaps there was a little bit of envy in her.

Her short search led her to a series of containers of varying sizes, though not all of them were locked with magical and technological seals. One of those boxes was calling out to her, an elongated one that she deemed to be about four feet in diameter and length. Kagero reached for it, feeling the strange feeling burning within her magnifying. And then the feeling reached its peak.

Suddenly, the top of the box flew open and flames were exuded from the insides. Kagero briefly averted her eyes, but then she realized that the flames were actually calling to her, just as they had before while they'd been inside the box. Peering over them, she saw an object amidst the flames, one that made her jaw drop. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached for it.

"Kiran," she whispered, holding the flaming sword, a ninjatō, in her hands. In spite of the flames, she realized that they weren't burning her, in fact, the weapon almost felt…right in her hands. "You…you're more than an engineer or craftsman…you've become a blacksmith, an enchanted blacksmith." She whispered.

"A novice one. The thing there is a prototype."

"Eeep!"

The blade nearly fell from her hands and onto the floor, where the fire continued to rage. It illuminated the two of them, the kunoichi and the engineer from another world. Thanks to the fire, it was clear how exhausted the latter was, something that Kagero took immediate note of.

In spite of being interrupted from his surprise nap, Kiran smiled. Kagero couldn't help but find something charming in his exhausted face, yet she also felt an immediate desire to get him to bed; she made a mental note to do exactly that.

"Like I said, that sword's a prototype. Once it gets activated, it's hard to put out. It'll keep on burning until it runs out of mana. Heh, not so surprising that it's my first crack at creating magic weaponry from scratch."

He was right as Kagero was having to focus to get the flames to die down. Thinking the best way to do was to put it back where it belonged, she did exactly that. Still, the flames persisted, embers flickering across the blade. "Why does it not go out? Even when I try to close the lid?"

"I…think that's because it's…intended wielder is so close by." The teenager answered. His response caused her to look back at him. In spite of the exhaustion still eating at him, Kiran suddenly felt wide away looking at Kagero's face illuminated by the embers. He felt…enchanted, again. "I…made it for you. You…Kagero, I…" Kiran hoped that his cheeks weren't burning too red, or that she'd believe him if he tried to blame it on the fire. "You…left some of your hair around so I…you leave a lot of hair around me, you know that, right?"

She stared at him, blank-faced. "Well…I am your bodyguard so-"

"I used it to help bind the sword to you, or at least I…tried to. So in a sense, it's…yours." There was a quiet pause as he gave her some time to digest the information. "It doesn't have to be. I'm sure that you've got plenty of other cool weapons to use. You can just-"

"Kiran, this is wonderful." Kagero declared, her smile causing his heart to swore with glee. "I…on the day that you perfect this blade, I will happily receive it, and I swear that I shall use it to continue to protect you."

"Um, the truth is…I…would rather you use it to protect yourself. You put yourself in a lot of danger covering me." He admitted.

Taking a brief moment to concentrate, she at last quelled the flames and closed the lid on the box. Quickly drawing her hands away as not to arouse them again, she walked over to the Summoner. His breath caught in his throat as she took hold of his hands. "Kiran, I do so of my own choice. Before, protecting you was merely an order, but now…now I do so because your life is precious to me. As is your health. Now come, I'm seeing you off to bed."

One look in her eyes and he knew there was no arguing with her. Plus, Kiran was pretty tired himself. With her help, he gathered up his things and shut down the lab, locking the door on his way out. Yet again, just as she had before about two weeks ago, she helped him down the hallway.

"You make a cute yelp." He sleepily remarked.

Her cheeks burned red. "J-Ju-Just don't tell anyone about it, alright? Can we…keep it between us?"

Known to the kunoichi, her plea would fall on deaf ears as just around the corner, there had been two watching them. Both of them were royalty, princesses who were quite pleased with what they saw.

"Ah, she's definitely becoming smitten with him!" Sharena whispered, careful to keep her voice down.

"Indeed, she is, Kagero just perhaps needs a little…push." Camilla mused with an affectionate giggle. Looking into the green-eyes of her younger royal counterpart, Camilla felt her mind already fervently working on the possibilities.

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"Kiran, Kiran, darling, please, wake up, if only for a moment."

For a second, he thought it was Kagero's voice, but within seconds, he realized it wasn't. It was a tad older ad sounded more maternal than anything that Kagero had ever used with him.

His eyes fluttered open, looking to his right where he stared into the light purple eyes of the oldest Princess of Nohr. "C-Camilla." Kiran acknowledged.

He felt her hand on his back, helping steady him as he roused himself from his slumber. If not for it, there was a good chance he'd have toppled out of his seat.

If Kagero weren't lying asleep in front of him, she'd have been there to keep that from happening to him. His hazel brown eyes immediately zeroed-in on her comatose form, only the occasional rise and fall of her chest giving proof that she was still alive.

"I brought something for you to eat. I know how concerned you are for her, but please, you have to remember to take care of yourself." She motioned to the bento box that sat atop her lap. "You know that if she were awake, she'd tell you the same." Seconds later, the wyvern rider's lips curved into a light smile. "And when she wakes up, she'll immediately ask you if you have been eating."

Her remark was enough to get him to smile and take the bento box, yet he didn't open it. "Camilla, are you also going to tell me what else she'll say? Like what happened wasn't my fault? That she was just doing her job?"

"She was…but she was also doing what any person with a heart would have done-she was protecting a friend." The Nohrian woman declared. In truth, she wasn't surprised that Kiran had seemingly read her mind. This situation, as loathsome as it was, was all too common, it was also predictable. Once it was deduced that as the Summoner of Askr, his death would mean the removal of all of Askr's summoned Heroes, his became the most targeted member of the Order, perhaps more so than Alfonse and Sharena. "Even though you know this, I will say it, for Kagero's sake and the rest of us, you are not to blame. If anyone, the person at fault is undoubtedly that troublesome shapeshifter."

"I'm going to kill Loki next time I see her." His voice was filled with murderous malice that undoubtedly made the room's temperature drop several levels. It was the cold fury that would be aimed directly at the stave-user the next time she crossed paths with the Summoner.

Or ay of the Heroes he was under contract with, including Camilla. "I'm sure you will; however, should it be me, I'm afraid I don't quite know if I'll be able to hold myself back. The woman has proved quite troublesome."

Kiran hunched over, the anger on his face melting away into naked worry and distress that Camilla easily sympathized with. "I…I always knew in the back of my head that this could happen, but…I…I…I think I honestly forgot that it could. I forgot that she could actually die defending me. She-"

"She didn't, Kiran." The axe-user softly interrupted.

"But she almost did! She almost died protecting me and I'm…I'm…I…"

"If you had died, Kagero would have never forgiven herself, Kiran. She'd be feeling as bad as you, probably worse." Unlike him, she didn't shout, but her voice was ringed with a quiet hardness that smashed into Kira full-force. He looked at her through his own heartbroken confusion. Camilla kept her hand on his back, providing him extra comfort as she gazed into his eyes. "Kiran, I can tell you, there is no worse feeling than being charged to protect someone…and feeling like you've failed that person. No, it isn't easy being the protectee and knowing that someone else is putting their life on the line to protect yours, someone you care about. But you have to think about them, your life, regardless of how worthless you think it may be, is precious to them, and to lament it, to even think of throwing it away, that would be a grave insult to everything they'd struggled for."

The gunman didn't immediately respond. He hung his head low, an indication of the deep thought he was in. Camilla could guess at what he was thinking, but she didn't vocalize anything. She saw that Kiran needed time to gather his thoughts, and she was intent on giving it to him. If he did, perhaps he'd gain the strength needed to confess what dwelled within his heart, and maybe that confession would spur Kagero's own confession. It was a hope that had been roadblocked thanks to the unexpected assassination attempt on the Summoner's life, but she hoped it was not stalled forever.

"While she was out, I…I felt like…something was missing." He finally said. Raising his right hand, he placed it atop his chest. "At first, I was so overwhelmed by her always being there for me. I know that it was for my safety, but…it took so much getting used to. Hell, even my mom was never this protective of me." That remark drew a laugh out of the princess beside him, and made Kiran himself laugh. "The good news was that she was at least a little aware of how…extensive her watch could be and gave me my space from time to time."

"Hmm, and there came times when you…wanted that space closed?" The lilac-haired woman casually inquired.

His cheeks turned bright pink. "Well…yeah. I mean, the good news about having someone always tailing you is that it gives you someone to talk to. I started talking to her and getting to know her. Once I did, I became so much…happier knowing that she was always there for me. Heh, a woman like her watching over a guy like me…could you believe it?"

"Oh, I can. From what I understand, shinobi have to watch over a number of people, some for noble reasons and others for seedier reasons. Count yourself lucky it's the former."

"I did, I do. It's probably the only way that a woman like her would ever interact with a guy like me." Kiran remarked.

Camilla chose not to elaborate on that part. Withdrawing her hand, she crossed both her legs, noting how Kiran's gaze remained rooted on Kagero; it was exactly what she wanted.

"Would you squander that fortune?" She asked.

He looked to her, eyes wide with shock. "Camilla, I…she and I are…"

"Yes, I'm aware that there's a little bit of an age gap between you two, but oh pish-posh. There've been worse." She happily fended off.

Kiran laughed, taking her comment in strides as he knew she had a point. One thing he'd learned about the medieval era, and even centuries before that, age could sometimes be a…dodgy subject in relationships. Realms where that time period mixed with epic fantasy were certainly no exception. Luckily for him, he and Kagero, their age gape was only about ten years. Actually, back in his time, that would have certainly been cause for alarm since he was basically still a late teenager while she was a full adult woman, one with an active job.

And if he confessed that he loved her, how well would she be able to do that job?

The answer terrified him just as much as the potential idea of rejection, so he kept quiet.

"Kiran." Camilla called. He looked to her and saw that she wanted him to continue.

Getting back on track, he looked back at her face, her slumbering yet still beautiful face. "I got so used to her presence, so used to always having her around that the thought of her not being there…scares me. When I saw her take that laser beam meant for me, I…I…I just froze. I wasn't thinking about killing or catching Loki, just her, just Kagero." His entire body began to tremble as he recalled the memory of the ninja lying flat on the ground, blood pooling out beneath her. Kiran had thought he'd move past his freeze-ups regarding such sights, but he was wrong. There was a massive difference when it was someone he knew, and someone he deeply cared for. "All I could think was, 'Please, God, whoever the hell is up there…not her. Don't take her from me.' In retrospect, I feel kind of stupid because if she…if she…I wasn't the only one who would have lost her."

"True, but it's undeniable that her loss would have hurt you more than any of us." The Malig Knight offered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. It helped calm his trembling. "Kiran, could you bear to continue on not telling her how she feels? Not taking that risk?"

"Camilla, she's a ninja. Her life is stressful enough without me worrying about some crazy kid from another world falling for her."

"Or, her mind will be more at ease and her focus stronger than before." She challenged.

Looking to the wyvern rider, Kiran let the possibility take root within him. "…Do you…really think that? I-I mean, once all of this is over with…when we've defeated Embla and Muspell, I might…"

"She would follow you, and it's something that Ryoma would encourage and certainly allow." Camilla declared with utmost confidence in her voice. The princess winked at him as he looked to her with wide eyes. "Oh, just trust me on these things. Or, you can see for yourself. Kiran, didn't you once say that sometimes all you can do is take the shot when it's there, hit it or miss it, right?"

"Well…yeah, I did. Guess I'll look like a hypocrite if I don't." The black-haired youth admitted.

"You were right in saying that, though admittedly, it can be…scary to do." Camilla noted. "But…it's worth it to take the shot. Isn't that right, Kagero?"

Wide-eyed, the Summoner looked down, and low and behold, he saw the kunoichi's eyes were open.

"K-K-Kagero!" He shouted. "Y-You're awake! Y-You're finally awake!"

Upon laying eyes on him, the Hoshidan woman's lips curved into a smile. "And…you're alive, just as I hoped."

"Only thanks to you." He said while tears began to accumulate in his eyes. As she tried to sit up, Kiran found his overflowing joy moving his body. He flung himself onto her, wrapping her up in his arms. Kagero immediately responded in kind. "I thought…Kagero…I…"

"I'm not that easy to take down." She whispered to him, burying her face in the crux of his neck and shoulder. "Not to mention I…I vowed not to leave you unprotected until the end of this war. A promise that I shall not break."

The Summoner and the ninja remained locked in the tight embrace, unceasing for several minutes Inevitably though, they did withdraw from each other.

"R-R-Right, n-n-not just me. Kagero, Ca-huh? Camilla? Where'd she go?"

"Lady Camilla was here?" Kagero questioned.

"Y-Yeah. J-Just a second ago. She…oh yeah, she brought this." It was a great relief to him seeing that the bento box remained unharmed, and the food inside undisturbed. "Um…are you…in the mood for dinner?"

"Dinner?" Kagero remarked. She questioned how long she'd been asleep. Looking at the tears on Kiran's face, she immediately deduced that she'd been out for long enough. Shaking off that confusion she reached forward and took Kiran's hand. "I would love to, Kiran."

-o-

"Did you plan that, Camilla?" The high prince of Hoshido questioned with a smirk on his face.

"Why my love, though I am good, even I am nor a clairvoyant." The Malig Knight quietly snickered. "No, I believe fortune merely smiled upon us. It smiled upon them. I'm hoping that after this, they'll be a step closer to admitting their feelings. If not, well…"

"Camilla," Ryoma teasingly questioned.

"Oh, nothing too extreme. No need to worry." She winked. Wrapping her arms around his right, she said, "Come on, while they're having dinner, I believe we should as well…unless you have other plans."

Rolling her eyes at the batting of her eyelashes, Ryoma turned about and began to leave with her by his side. As he walked, he said a silent prayer for his kunoichi bodyguard. He thanked the gods for her recovery…and prayed for her eventual confession. Like his Nohrian lover, he hoped that it was just around the corner.

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"What do you say we call it a night, Kiran?"

"Hmm? Oh, um, yeah, it is getting pretty late. Heh, now would be a pretty good time to stop. I…think we're at a good stopping point." When they were inevitably asked exactly what the metallic beast with four legs and fiery streams jetting across its body, he'd answer a tiger. Personally, Kiran thought they did pretty good in constructing it from scraps of metal. It was the largest scrap metal sculpture he'd ever created, not to mention the most finely crafted.

He had Kagero to thank for that.

Likewise, the kunoichi fully believed that it was thanks to Kiran that her…sculpture could even be identified as feline. If not, she fully believed that upon revealing it, people would mistake it for a bear or even a wolf; she'd grown used to such reactions. It wasn't that she hated them, but…it would have been nice for people to get the descriptions right on the first try. Though Kiran hadn't been able to do that at first, he'd gradually gotten used to her "unique" style, and even encouraged it. Though she full welcomed his input to make adjustments; that had led to the splendid work of metal and pain that now stood before them.

She took a second to marvel at it alongside Kiran, whose shoulder she leaned on. The move was unexpected, bit completely welcomed.

"Thanks for letting me work on it with you, Kagero." The Summoner said.

"Well, you are my charge and my partner. If anything, I'm thankful to you for…accepting and helping amend my artistic vision." She happily responded. "With you at my side…confidence as an artist always seems to rise."

"Heh, I never really thought of myself as having much artistic flair."

"Some people don't, but then, once they set out to creating, they can be quite surprised." Looking up at him, she fluttered her eyes. "You've been pleasantly surprised, haven't you, Kiran?"

"Definitely."

Her smile deepening, she interlocked his hand with hers. Kiran silently accepted that embrace, basking in the warmth of it. It was twenty-minutes past midnight, potentially going on thirty. He didn't mind spending a little more time in Kagero's studio; he'd spent time there before, going all the way into three in the morning.

His mind would sometimes whimsically entertain possibilities of what else they could be doing with all that time. Naturally, he kept those thoughts to himself, as tightly to himself as possible. Even after his talk with Camilla two days ago, he was still…hesitant in some ways. After all, there was telling someone that you loved them…then there was telling them you'd been having lewd fantasies about them and wanted to have sex with them.

Kiran believed the odds of that happening were slim to none, though his mind would whimsically entertain the possibilities when he got back to his room, after he and Kagero had separated for the night and he'd gone to bed.

When the time of that promised separation came, he was ready for it, he'd gradually became ready after repeating this process dozens of times.

"Goodnight, Kagero." He smiled as he entered the key and turned the lock on his room. It was airtight, more so than the others in the Order save for a handful; by his own design of course.

"Wait, Kiran."

Her voice caused him to freeze save for his head. Whipping it back, he looked at her, noting that something was stirring in her hazel brown eyes.

"Kagero? What's-"

"You." She answered before he could even complete his question. "You're what's on my mind, Kiran." Eyes flashing, she gently pushed the door open even more so she could slide in. Once she did, she closed it behind her. Kiran's eyes widened as he heard the locks click shut. Kagero sucked in a breath and looked straight at him, her eyes shimmering with what he believed was…affection. Affection for him? "You have become many things besides merely my charge. You have become my muse, my ally, my…my…I can't call you a friend." His eyes widened in silent alarm. "Because you are more than just a friend to me." She quickly added.

Somehow, Kiran's eyes widened even more. "K-K-Kagero, y-you…"

Putting both hands against his chest, she began to gently push him back, aiming for the bed. "Over these several months of protecting you…my feelings have…evolved. You turned them into something new, something that I can't deny anymore."

His legs hit the bed and down he went, though his hands shot out to catch him. Kiran felt his heart pounding like a thunderous drum as he looked up at the kunoichi now sitting atop his lap. The moment unfolding before him was straight out of his dreams, yet he knew that this was really happening. He hadn't fallen asleep or inhaled some illusion-inducing paint or byproduct.

"I can no longer continue to protect you as merely a friend…I…" Lowering her head down, she obscured her eyes from his. "I love you, Kiran. As unconventional as this may seem, I have…fallen for you."

"And I've fallen for you, Kagero! Y-You're…you're the most beautiful woman I've met, and the most capable!" The former college student shouted back. "I don't care if you're a ninja! I don't care what you've done or who you've been with in the past! I just want you to know that I love you!"

Rising her head up, the Hoshidan woman's eyes twinkled with relief and love. Her lips curved into a warm smile, then they were upon Kiran's.

Kiran felt like his head was going to spin right off, that was if it didn't explode first. He was fine with either scenario happening. In spite of that, he couldn't help but keep his hold on Kagero's face, prolonging the kiss. She flicked her tongue against his mouth, silently asking him to open it. He did and for the first time in a year, he felt a woman's tongue inside of his mouth. His tongue impulsive rose up to meet hers.

"Mmmmmmm…" The Hoshidan kunoichi moaned, now pressing herself up against him. Kiran could feel his body beginning to slide back. His mind, rapidly burning down thanks to the fires of lust, painted a vivid image; it was an image that had been dancing about in his mind for months. He always dismissed it as he told himself over and over again that it wasn't going to happen. Oh, how happy was he to be wrong. "Kiran, how do my lips taste?"

It took him several seconds to realize that she'd pulled away from him. Upon making that realization, he quickly inhaled fistfuls of air; he knew he was going to need them. "T-T-They…they taste like…cherries, ripe cherries." He answered, ironically sounding like he was out of breath. "I-I-I love them, Kagero, a-a-and I I-mmphh!" He didn't mind being interrupted by another kiss, he'd never mind her interrupting him with a kiss. Kiran's mind spun as he thought of this becoming a recurring thing for the two of them.

Coincidentally, Kagero's mind was somewhat along the same wave length. Even with his enhanced awareness, she knew she could continue to get the drop on him, a part of her relished the thought of doing so. A surprise kiss to her lover? It was practically a standard part of a relationship with a ninja. She wanted Kiran to experience all the joy that came with having a kunoichi as a lover.

She forced him onto his backside, her hands trailing up his chest causing goosebumps and shivers to break out along his body. Kagero separated from him again to admire the look on his face. It went without saying that it was one she was going to be seeing a lot more of in the future, and she was going to enjoy seeing it, enjoying making it. She fell onto his lips again with a furious barrage of kisses that he eagerly accepted. Though he accepted them, he didn't remain idle in doing so.

Kagero's eyes widened, though she didn't break the kiss with him. Kiran looked up at her while still holding it. He silently asked her if he had permission to go on. The kunoichi answered him with an exploration of his mouth using her tongue. She withdrew just a few inches, keeping their wet tongues connected. Tightening his hold on her butt, Kiran rose and resumed the kiss in full force. Within seconds, control shifted to the Summoner; Kagero was more than happy to let him have it. He proceeded to kiss her while groping her ass as if he owned it.

From the moment she'd kissed him, he did, and she in turn took possession of him. She pressed herself up against his body, grinding her hips against his while he palmed her rear end. "You've spent so many times gawking at it," she whispered to him when they pulled away, even breaking tongue contact. His cheeks flushed even redder and his massaging stopped. "It's fine, Kiran." Kagero giggled. "The fact that you have simply means that I'm able to get a man's attention and lead them wherever I please."

"And where are you leading me, Kagero?" He asked with a heavy breath.

Her eyes were shimmering like candle flames, adding to his arousal, to say nothing of the arousal burning within her. "To Nirvana, Kiran." She fell again, like a meteor of blazing ecstasy, crashing into him and annihilating anything resembling restraint from the planet of his mind. The teenager's hands once more tightened on her ass, a sensation that Kagero found darkly enjoyable.

"Ah, admit it, Kagero. You're one of those types who enjoys getting her ass groped by a man she likes. A man, hehehe…or perhaps even a woman…"

She hated how Orochi had been right. She was dead on in that there had to be a certain amount of emotion involved for her to derive excitement from having her ass groped. Having some random person or pervert do it…simply didn't excite her. That was a good thing as if it did, it would have made her job as a kunoichi extremely difficult. Kagero was no prude, and she refused to think of herself as a whore either. For her, sexual gratification had to go along with physically, emotionally, and sexually liking her chosen partner.

Kiran fit all those requirements, and she'd reassure him of them however as many times as she needed to.

"Kagero, Kagero…" he whispered in a growing delirium. It was just what Kagero wanted to hear, albeit she wanted more. She wanted to hear Kiran not just whispering her name but screaming it, screaming it loudly enough they could be heard throughout the entire floor.

How scandalous. The kunoichi thought to herself. In fairness, it wasn't like they would be the only loud couple within the Order's walls. As much as she didn't want to admit it, that included her own lord and his Nohrian lover. I already have Orochi in my head, do I really need Lady Camilla too? The latter would be quite happy to learn that her words were now ringing in her head, and that from this moment onward, she was going to be taking more of her advice.

"Haaahhh…aaaaaaahhhh…" Kagero moaned, arching her back as her lover truly got into the massaging and groping of her buttocks. In doing so, Kiran was given quite a view of her upper body, especially her breasts. Red-faced, he watched them rise and fall as he had before. Staring at them, Kira felt like he could tear apart her clothes and sink his teeth into her sizable mounds. He curbed the impulse by squeezing Kagero's ass, an impulsive decision that yielded an ecstasy-laced howl from her. "Kiiiraaaan!"

Looking down, she met his eyes, a second later and their lips slammed against one another. The Summoner rose up, still holding the ninja in his lap. He continued to grope her ass, muffling her corresponding moans with his lips. It was him now inserting his tongue into her mouth, greedily exploring it, laying claim to it really. Kagero welcomed the oral intrusion, and the manhandling of her ass; she was honestly tor on which one felt better. In the recesses of her mind, she realized that this moment was turning out to be everything that she thought it would be, and it would only turn into more.

She beckoned for more with the rolling of her hips. Kiran clenched at her ass cheeks tighter than he had before, he was definitely leaving marks by now.

"You're…you're just…" The Summoner murmured during the brief break that followed. They both needed it as they could feel their hearts on the verge of violently exploding, and their sexual restraint loosening. Kiran felt his cock straining in his pants, the tent in his pants on the precipice of shattering. Kagero was standing o that same precipice herself, the stain in her undies positively undeniable; she couldn't remember the last time that she'd felt this…wet.

"I'm…what, Kiran? What am I to you?" She questioned. When an immediate answer didn't come, she preceded to rock her hips against his. He strained his head revealing veins. With a smile fit for a she-devil, she leaned into his ear and whispered in a seductive voice, "I'm what, Kiran? What am I?"

"Amazing." He finally whispered. "You're absolutely amazing, Kagero, and I…I want you all for myself." Her eyes flickered, and her lips clapped down o his. Kiran didn't exactly think that the statement would be one that would elect such a strong response from her, but they did. The intense feelings that he held for her, they were indeed mutual.

"Me all for yourself…ah, how good to hear." She whispered once she pulled back from him. Her smile was one that set his heart ablaze all over again. Kagero's right hand trailed up Kiran's short black hair, her fingers sliding through his black strands. "Because I want you all to myself. In this moment, all we have and want is each other."

The next kiss came, more passionate and vigorous than those that came before it, surprising as that was. Both of them felt like they were o the verge of climaxing within their respective clothes. How either of them held it back, they didn't know, but they did. For now.

Something flashed in Kiran's eyes, Kagero caught it and she instantly knew that the near-orgasm they almost had just unleashed something. The next thing the kunoichi knew, she was lying on her backside, looking up at her Summoner. His hands went to her chest, ripping open her kimono and ripping it open, exposing her breasts.

"You…didn't wear any…" He breathed out. For the first time, the kunoichi actually looked ashamed, embarrassed even, yet at the same time very wanting. "Were you planning this, Kagero?"

Subconsciously rubbing her legs together, she nodded. It was such a dumbfounded response, yet it was the only one she could give. Kagero was hungry with anticipation for them to pick up what they started.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Cried the kunoichi as her naked breasts were groped and fondled. It had been ages since they'd felt the touch of a man. She couldn't help but find it fitting that the hands that finally found them were so tremendously skilled. "Y-Yes…that's right…oooohhhh…that's it! More, Kiran! More!" Kagero cried.

Keenly aware of the blood pumping in his veins, he began to palm and grope the kunoichi's boobs to his heart's content. It sang in joy as the long-held desire within it was finally set free and acted on. Kiran's focus was entirely on Kagero, who moaned and screamed beneath him as he groped her tits. They were so soft and warm he almost felt like he was in the midst of another lewd dream, the positively love-struck face of the kunoichi only added to the surreal sensation. His ears rung with her cries of bliss ad begging for more. Her hips thrusted upward, brushing her privates against his. Kiran's eyes flashed again as he squeezed the ninja's breasts.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" She cried out in raw ecstasy. "K-Kiran! More! More! Give me more, my love!"

He squeezed them again, and just as the scream began to burst from her mouth, he silenced it with his lips. Kagero's arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, again. It seemed like she wanted to make sure that he never separated from her; Kiran didn't have a problem with that. He held the kiss for as long as he could, as did she, but they were both forced apart by the basic need for oxygen. They inhaled several gulps, the were back to kissing each other with all that they had. The Summoner's fingers twisted and pulled at the kunoichi's nipples. Their next break was marked by heavy pants that filled the room like thunderclaps.

Kagero playfully whined for him, her arms already in the process of bringing his head down for another kiss. Though she got it, it was short-lived, too short compared to what she would have liked. The kunoichi whined in disappointment, ready to force her lover's lips back on hers. She got them on the crux of her neck, which was worth something. Kagero let out a sharp moan feeling him suckling her neck, his tongue running across the exposed skin. Her back arched, pushing her breasts and her hips upward against Kiran's. The ninja's legs rose up and wrapped around his waist.

Both of them were keenly aware of his member poking at her, begging to be inserted into her. Kagero felt like screaming for Kiran to tear off her panties and simply have his way with her. The mental image made her seem like some brothel girl in need of a client's touch…or a woman so deeply enthralled in love's fire that her patience wouldn't hold out for much longer. Something was going to give, and Kagero had a feeling it was going to be her. She felt her juices leaking from within her, staining her underwear and likely the bedsheets beneath her. There was a shudder of excitement born from what Kiran would think of her when he got down to fully undressing her.

She hated and loved him for taking his time with her, in spite of his own rather obvious arousal. The Summoner was holding onto some measure of control throughout this, barely. As much as Kagero wanted to whine or even scream for him to take her, she was actually enjoying him taking his time with her, trailing wet and warm kisses down her neck and side. Each kiss had her shuddering; any second Kagero felt like she was going to simply explode like a bomb of pure, fiery ecstasy. How ironic as fire was supposed to be her element, yet here she was the one burning up. This had happened before, ad the burn was far more intense than it had been before.

Kiran moved his right hand aside so he could taste her left-side nipple with his own lips. After what felt like hours of twisting and pulling it, he finally brought his tongue to the bright red summit. Kagero's eyes widened and a scream exploded from her parted lips. Sweat cascaded down her body as her while her scream bounced across the room. It grew louder as her right nipple was pinched; both of her tits were now under full-scale erotic assault by Askr's Summoner.

"Kir…Kir…an…ahhhh…hhhhaaaahhhaaa…Kiran…Ki…Kiiiiraaa…aaann…hhhhhaaaaaaahhh!" Coherent speech had been something she'd always managed to keep a hold of. Losing it had never been a concern of hers, yet now, it was all lost. Kagero could see it all burning away right in front of her; she was more than happy to let it burn. Words had o place here, in this moment. None save perhaps for a few and names, his name. "Kira…aaaaaahhhh…K-Kiran…m-mo…re…mo-aaaaaahhhh!"

The scream was inevitable. Kiran was surprisingly good with his mouth. Kagero vaguely recalled that he wasn't completely naïve to the ways of the bedroom, but his experience was still…limited. Some part of her wondered if it was that prior experience or if her new lover was simply a natural. Kagero's hands were above her, gripping at the bedsheets above her. Her hands had snaked beneath the pillows to grab at them, they were a far firmer anchor for her. If she'd gripped them, they'd be flying off to the side, or perhaps even punctured full of holes.

As she took in and exhaled air with the speed of lightning, Kagero tried to muster up the strength to lift her head. After what felt like hours, Kagero simply gave up and decided to simply look down as best she could. Kiran's slick black hair had moved from her left side breast to her right. His tongue fervently licked up the nipple while his right-side fingers continued to do the work that they'd done early. The ninja shut her eyes and moaned feeling his teeth gently biting down o her right nipple, just as they had with her left.

"M-M-Mark…me…"

There was a brief pause, she felt it. Kiran's breath continued to roll across her breast, filling her with almost as much ecstasy as his mouth did. He was baiting her.

Quickly gathering the strength, she moved her arms, wrapping them around the Summoner's head. "Mark…me, Kiran. You can…bite down a little harder. Have at them…as you please. M-M-M-My breasts…a-a-are yours." As is the rest of my body.

"They feel so good, Kagero." His words fell across her redden nipple like a spring breeze. He aggressively groped her adjacent breast while continuing to breath over the other one. The Summoner's teasing had her wreathing in sexual euphoria beneath him.

"Y-Y-Y-You can…a-a-any time you…pl-p-pl-please." She affirmed. "E-E-Except when…we're…"

Pushing past the locking of her arms, Kiran rose up to look at her. "Except when we're…what? In the presence of others like Ryoma? Now, that doesn't sound like full access." Normally, his faint whine wouldn't have fazed her, but in this heightened lustful state, the normally stoic ninja was left desperately searching for a response. Laughing, Kiran leaned up and kissed her on the lips. Though the kiss caught her by surprise, the older woman none the less quickly threw herself into it. What might have been a simple peck, turned into another passionate oral tongue of war. When Kiran pulled away, he stared straight into her beautiful dark eyes. "Kagero, I was only joking before. You don't have to-"

"Yes, I meant what I said, Kiran." She heatedly cut him off. Her eyes were burning with an amorous fire that temporarily left him speechless. "Kiran Campbell…I love you, and I'd be willing to let you have me anywhere."

Hearing his heart pulsating, he took her lips again. The kiss was a near perfect repeat of the previous one from mere seconds earlier. "Kagero," he whispered pulling back from her. "That kind of thing goes both ways." It was her eyes that widened as she realized the full implications of what she was promising, namely that her lover wasn't going to make it one-sided.

Trembling all over, she rubbed her legs against his side. "I-I-I…I…I'll…I'll try not to intrude on you when you're…tinkering."

Smirking, he pecked her on the lips. "And if I welcome you dropping in on me?"

She finally smirked back. "Then I will be sure to show you that your hands have greater purpose beyond tinkering with gadgets and machinery."

"Oh, definitely." The Summoner moved to bring that future scenario into the present. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Kiran held himself back for a few seconds to listen to the older woman moan in pleasure, then he planted his lips against hers. Their kiss was short, but heartfelt. "Lie back." She did so, and within the next second, he did away with tunic completely. "God…you're more gorgeous than I ever dreamed."

Even though she was already blushing, his words introduced a new level of redness to her cheeks. "K-K-Kiran…" with some accumulated strength, she met his eye and smiled. Though she wasn't fully naked, she was pretty damn close; Kagero was happy for the near one-hundred-percent exposure. "Thank you for the compliment…my love."

"I'll give them to you every day for the rest of our lives." The black-haired gunman declared, slowly leaning down and capturing her lips. She happily rose up and pressed her naked chest against his still-clothed one. A thrill shot through both of them as their bodies grinded against each other anew. The fact that there was a thin sheet of cloth still separating them oddly added to their surging euphoria. Kiran pull away and stared at her, silently giving her the opportunity to do something about it. All she did was stare at him with that same lustful gaze, in it, Kiran realized she wanted him to finish what he'd started.

Back down the kunoichi went, arms raised and her body exposed and ready. Kiran's lips found her chest again, as did his hands. The latter remained while he started to move further down, taking his time to kiss Kagero's belly.

"Oooooohhhh…"

"You smell so sweet too, Kagero." The former college student murmured. From the second he'd did away with her tunic, he could see her absolutely soiled panties. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the jet-black underwear stained and smelling of womanly arousal; Kiran mentally took an image of the entire scene and he would preserve it in his mind forever. Finally removing his hands from her breasts, she reached for her hips, Kagero helped him in raising them. He could feel her anticipation as he removed the last of her clothing leaving her as nude as a newborn.

Kagero felt an incredibly strange surge of relief as she lay atop Kiran's bed, right before him stark naked and her vagina leaking. She felt that this position, this state of being, was the perfect way to tell him how she really felt for him. It definitely did the trick in leaving him utterly mesmerized. The complete awe-struck expression he wore as he looked her over made her heart flutter in excitement.

She could have sworn it outright did a cartwheel when he smiled at her. Kagero smiled back and spread her legs out. Her new lover quickly fell upon her leaking pussy, his tongue darting across it to lick up the leaking cum. It felt odd feeling it brush up against her black curls, but she supposed it was simply because it'd been so long since she'd felt a lover's touch to her pussy. Kiran's togue and lips were a glorious return, and she looked forward to them becoming constants.

Holy shit, she tastes…she tastes so damn amazing! I can't describe it! Coming to that realization, Kiran simply gave up on identifying the comparison ad simply enjoyed the taste of the kunoichi's love nectar. "Hmmmmm!" He wanted to let Kagero know that he was enjoying her juices, and he was definitely going to be coming around for multiple servings of them. The flicker of his tongue against her clit sent electric jolts shooting up her spine into her brain, which was already on the verge of a complete meltdown. Those jolts of pure pleasure further enflamed the already burning organ. "So good…you're so good, Kagero." Kiran whispered during a brief break from her lower lips, then he was back on them again.

Kagero could hear herself screaming in pleasure, along with the thunderous beat of her heart. She was pulling and tearing at the bedsheets. Again, she was grateful as she knew the pillows wouldn't do. Her breathing was even more rapid than it had been before, a true testament to the work that Kiran was doing. Kagero felt tears light streaming down her eyes as he worked his tongue across her pussy. Every now and then, she'd feel him enter her pussy, sometimes the entry was enough to get her to experience a miniature orgasm. Her juices leaked out, right into Kiran's mouth. He moaned as he licked them up. She wanted him to give her a "full" intrusion-for him to ram his tongue right into her and eat her out, but Kagero couldn't so much as say his name without stuttering, or trailing off into an erotic scream of ecstasy.

Luckily, she didn't need to plea with her lover, he did it of his own free will.

"Oooooohhh!" The ninja's back arched and her soaked and bitte boobs bounced. She couldn't tell how many fingers were in her, she simply knew they were in her and loved their presence. "Kiraaaaaan!"

"Fingering you and eating you out like this…damn, I love it!" The nineteen-year-old shouted, his face split into a lustful grin. His fingers were busy pumping the ninja's pussy like a pair of pistons. Even with her back arched up, he pressed himself upward and hovered over her, his face directly in front of hers. "Kagero, that's a really nice face that you're making." He whispered.

The kunoichi's eyes flashed and her redden lips formed into a smile. In a flash, her hands moved from the bed to the sides of his head. The kiss was wild and passionate; the bed shook as her body hit the mattress. Kagero's lips were still connected to Kiran's, their kiss never losing an ounce of its vigor, nor did his fingers slow down. Kiran maintained his hold on her lips while fingering her pussy. He felt her legs quivering around his hips. Their tightening signaled the older woman's building orgasm. Kiran felt a surge of erotic, masculine pride at the thought that he was able to bring the stoic and composed ninja to such a sexual breaking point.

"K-K-Kiran," Kagero whispered. "I-I-I'm going to-!" Her declaration was muffled by his lips, as was her following orgasmic cry. All she could do was moan into his mouth as her lower lips exploded in white fire, splashing across his fingers and the mattress. Her hold on his head turned into a wrap around his neck, compensation as her legs went slack.

In the carnal sea of her mind, Kagero remembered something-it'd been precisely two years since she'd came. Two years since she and Saizo separated. She hadn't been with another man since. She wasn't the type to date, nor was she the type to indulge in self-pleasure. Somewhere deep down, she perhaps mixed the powerful, near liberating feeling of orgasming. She was glad that Kiran had reminded her of that feeling, and that he would be the one to give it to her in the future, just as she would give it to him.

Kagero felt Kiran's fingers stop their powerful pumping of her cunt. It was either because he was too tired or because there was too much cum in the way for him to continue, a third possibility was that he saw how she needed something of a break. The Summoner sat up a little and stared down at her, admiring the beauty of her post-orgasm face.

"Do I…still look beautiful, Kiran?" She questioned, unaware of how she titled her head and her whispering voice came together to create an alluring image.

"Hell yeah, you do, Kagero." The magic gunman answered, then he thrusted his fingers into her flooded cunt. Kagero's swollen lips parted in a lusty howl that had his cock further straining against his pants. He bit it back with a near bestial groan. Kagero saw it, she pushed her head up and reconnected their lips. Kiran knew full well what she was doing, what she was trying to do. "Not yet," he whispered upon breaking from her kiss.

"K-K-Kiran," she whined.

"You've made one hell of a mess down there, Kagero, and I promised that I'd always be there to help you clean up, didn't I?" The Hoshidan woman's eyes widened and her cheeks blazed red, again.

She further tightened her hold on his neck, pressing his body against hers even more. "I am truly a fortunate woman to have a lover such as you."

He moved to wipe one of the stray tears off her cheeks. "And I can say that I'm lucky guy to have a woman like you as my girl." One last kiss to her lips and a look into her eyes, then he was moving back down. His noise wrinkled and his mind reeled with the sweet aroma of Kagero's cum, now splashed about all over his hands and between his legs. It looked like a water bomb had gone off leaving creamy goo in its wake. Removing his fingers, he began the erotically exciting process of licking it up.

"Aaaaaahhh…hhhhhaaaaaaahhhaaa…ooooooohhhh…hhhaaa…haaaaaahhhh…" Kagero almost felt like she didn't have the strength to move, yet her head twisted and turned and her arch occasionally arched a few centimeters off of the bed. Slowly but surely, he was giving energy back into her with his "clean up". A-A-And t-t-to think…h-h-he just used his fingers. Even though her orgasm was not even five minutes old, she was already looking forward to the possibility of another. Kagero actually thought of asking for it, but she was content to simply lie back and moan. "Kiran…Kiran…yessss."

It was a pleasurable chore, licking up her inner thighs then moving to her completely flooded pussy. Kiran ran his tongue straight up the kunoichi's pussy, causing her entire body to shudder in erotic delight. He did so again, drawing out the tongue licking thus rocking her whole body again. His licks continued to do so, especially when he finally inserted his tongue into her soaked cavern.

"Mmmmmmmhhh." He moaned at the sweltering hot and wet taste of it.

"Yesssssss….yes, f-f-finally…y-you're…inside of me." She whispered. "Deeper, Kiran, for the love of the first dragons…go deeper." Her heartfelt plea got his cock rigid and pulsating.

As he pushed his tongue deeper into her, he wondered how good it would feel to be pumping her with his member. Come on, man, patience. This is a special night. He chided his more lustful side. While he was living the lewd dream, Kiran didn't let himself forget that this wasn't simply sex, not for either of them. As he pushed his tongue deeper into her cunt, he angled his eyes upward to catch a look at her. What he saw were two quivering mounds of flesh that he'd suckled and fondled to his heart's desire. Rising above them was the beautiful face of the ninja retainer.

In her own words, from this night onward, she would not simply be Ryoma's retainer, she'd also be his woman. He would be the one who got her all hot and bothered, who get her shaking and panting and screaming like a beast in heat.

"Aaaaaaahhh!" Kagero shouted feeling the flick of his tongue against her clitoris. "More, Kiran! Harder! Do me harder!"

It was clear that he was no longer doing "clean up". Grinning against her shaking pussy, the former student happily drilled his way into her using his tongue. It was a better experience than the use of his fingers, for the both of them. Kiran's senses were thrown into an erotic overload as he utterly buried himself in Kagero's vaginal lips. Eventually, he felt her legs wrapping around his head.

"That's it…harder, oh yessss….harder, harder! Take me, Kiran!" The brunette continuously screamed out.

Given her intentionally skimpy outfit, it went without saying he'd taken note of her thighs. They were thick and creamy; Kiran had dreamed about them being wrapped around his waist or his head; the former had happened and the latter was happening at this moment. Dreams had been good, but reality was so much better. Kagero's legs squeezed his head, pushing it deeper into her pussy. He didn't feel any pain or discomfort from the continuing squeeze, the ninja's legs were simply that good, plus, he honestly loved being pushed deeper into her cunt.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh! Mooooooorrrre, Kiran!" Yep, she was definitely back at full strength, or at least something resembling it. Kagero's head thrashed from side to side, her sharply angular band swerving from one side of her face to another. The ninja's body shook with her lower half being the epicenter of the fiery earthquake. Her screams were briefly muted as she dimly bit her lips, but only for a few seconds. "Oooooooohhhhhh!"

It felt good being fingered, and it felt amazing to be eaten out. Kagero's screamed mixed with the lewd licking of the Summoner, bouncing around the latter's room. Neither of them cared how loud they were becoming, Kagero certainly didn't. Protecting Kiran was the furthest thing from her mind-making love to him and being loved by him had taken precedence. Somewhere amidst the growing blaze of eroticism, she mused on how she would return the favor to him.

"Kiran…Kiran," the brunette called, her eyes popping open then sealing shut. Kagero could feel her next orgasm fast-approaching. In her mind's eye, a chaotic maelstrom akin to a storm, she saw the scene playing out. The orgasm was the arrow, let loose from the bow and fast approaching her. It was coming in slow motion to her watery eyes. "Aaaaahhhh…"

"Hmmmmmmmhhhmm!" Moaned the Summoner from within the embrace of her vagina. His tongue continued to do its work, flickering hard against her womanly core. Kiran felt the growing heat, like an oven with his tongue in it. Just like her, the heat was growing unbearable for him-he knew that there was a chance he was going to cum as well, right in his pants. Eh, fuck it! If it happens, it happens! This is the best moment of my life!

"Aaaahhh…ahhhh…aaaaaaahhhh!" Her legs were wrapped around his head, ad her nails were digging deep into his head. Kagero held that grip as she orgasmed for the second time, she had to or else she felt like she'd burst into ribbons and be scattered to the winds. "Kiran!" His name flew from her lips in the midst of her orgasmic scream. Tears cascaded down her eyes as her back formed a perfect arch.

If she could see herself and him, she'd say they were a model of perfect, erotic beauty. They would serve as inspiration for countless words of erotic art, they had become art.

Kiran's face was utterly splattered with the ninja's love juices. He knew that the white wave was coming, and it hit him with all the force that he expected. It was warm, like hot chocolate, or perhaps hot vanilla if such a thing really existed, regardless, Kiran savored the taste, eagerly swallowing down loads of it before his gag reflex kicked in. The Summoner pulled back, his eyes blinking open. He could dimly saw the newly flooded cunt of the kunoichi. To say that he was proud of his handiwork would have been an understatement. He licked his lips and sat back against the lower half of the bed. Kagero remained sprawled out in front of him, her legs pushed apart and a big stain beneath her pussy, cum still leaking from it. After swallowing the load in his mouth and licking up the residual splatters across his cheeks and chin, Kiran dived right back in.

"Aaayyyyyyyhhhhaaa…" Moaned the Hoshidan woman. "A-Ahaaaaa…" Yet again, she felt like there wasn't a flicker of strength in her body, but she also felt so…full. Truly, she'd forgotten what an orgasm felt like, a good orgasm at that. Kagero panted and even drooled as her lover cleaned up her pussy, again. He'd made a mess of it twice, and twice now he was taking responsibility for it. Of course, at the rate he was going, it was possible he would make her cum a third time.

Her voice and his licking filled the room, an erotic yet soft melody that danced around them. It was occasionally broken by a high-pitched shout from the dark-haired ninja. Once they whined down, the serenity of silence returned. Both she and Kiran found solace in it, using it as a true cooldown from their vigorous lovemaking.

Of course, all breaks had to it, and theirs was signaled when the teenager rose up and looked at the ninja. Their brown eyes cackled with mutual affection, which they quickly acted on. Lips pressed together and tongues flickered together. The oral war returned, a victor not to be decided upon. Kiran's hands rose up to caress his lover's cheeks, hers moved down to his sides. After all the time she spent around his head, it was nice to be able to feel up his body again. She mentally laughed at those earlier moments when she thought of touching his body, only catch herself ad stop. It could be said that now, her perversion had permission, as did his. Looking into one another's eyes, they acknowledged that, and decided to happily go forward with it.

Kagero did so by drumming her fingers along his sides. Kiran affectionately moaned into her mouth, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. Seductive joy laced her eyes as she lazily traced lines across his side and eventually his back. Her nails would gently dig in, electing a lusty groan from the younger man. Those groans grew loud as they broke for air. Kagero whispered his name as she rested her head atop his right-shoulder.

"I've never tasted anything so incredible, Kagero." The Summoner whispered.

"And I ca say that I've…never experienced something so amazing." Pulling her head away, she stared into his eyes, letting him see the truth in her words before he could question them. She could see the naked relief in his eyes. Her right hand rose up to his cheek, cradling it so she could move in and claim his lips. This kiss wasn't as wild as their previous ones, it was more on the tender and loving side, just like their first one had been. Like their first kiss, they deeply enjoyed this one, dragging it out for as long as they could. They separated with a "pop!" that left them both with red swollen lips. Smiles formed on their faces.

Seconds passed into minutes in blissful silence. They enjoyed the peace, but they knew that tranquility wasn't going to last. It didn't.

Kagero stood up and motioned for Kiran to sit at the edge of the bed. He was a smart boy thus he knew immediately what was she planning. The fire in his cheeks spread all the way to his ears. It continued to burn within his face as Kagero motioned for him to raise his arms up. His shirt was removed exposing his bare chest and abs.

"Ah, the results of your training…and your adventures." The ninja seductively cooed, her delicate fingers moving across his body. Kiran saw the flash of pain in her eyes when she came upon his scars. On impulse, he leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, giving her a smile afterward. "Oh, you're probably the kindest inventor I've ever met, also the handsomest to boot." She pecked him on the lips with that same glint in her eyes. "I'm going to enjoy ravaging you, my love." As she finished speaking, she gently pushed him down onto his backside. Kiran shuddered as he felt the residual warmth of her body on the upper part of the bed.

He watched with wide-eyes as a fast-beating heart as the kunoichi easily undid his pants and removed them, leaving him in his boxers. Kagero said nothing in regard to the sizable stain right in the center, all she did was look up at him and smile. For what it was worth, Kiran smiled back.

"Um, you're not going to…cut it up, are you?" He nervously joked.

"Hm, not this time, though maybe in the future if I really want to get you out of your clothes." The teenager's eyes widened as he thought of the implications of that. Admittedly, it wasn't like he was against it.

In a flash, his boxers were removed revealing his erect seven-inch member. Kagero felt herself seized by a sexual hunger that demanded to be immediately sated. Her hands shot to his thick member causing him to gasp. Within seconds, she was pumping it, then her lips fell atop his tip, her tongue sliding down it. In what seemed like seconds, the upper half of his cock was within her mouth, and Kagero was sucking it like it was a lollipop.

"Kageroooo…" Cried the gunman, blistering-hot euphoria sweeping over him. "Oooooohhhh…"

She'd have said that he tasted pretty good, and that he was a nice size, but Kagero's mouth was currently occupied, to say the least. Her eyes briefly swerved up to see him, shaking and squirming while lying flat against the bed. He wasn't lying flat for long as his back arched up, his contorted face clearly showing him struggling to hold back an immediate orgasm. Kagero was impressed by his restraint, but it wouldn't last long; once a fire began in a forest, it was impossible to stop it from spreading and burning all to cinders.

Kiran was burning, and burning fast. Sweat cascaded down his body and veins popped out along his neck as he struggled to keep from spraying her with his seed. The pre-cum that she'd ingested had left her sorely wanting more, ad she was determined to get it; she was going to get it. Kagero slid her hands down from his shaft to his balls, which she began fondle like a child with a toy.

"A-A-Ahhhh…shit, shit…Kagero…ah shit, Kagero! You're so good at this! Y-Y-You're…you're…" His words were lost, melting away into lustful, delirious screaming. One could say that the shuriken was now in her hands; given her history and capabilities, it was perhaps destined to always return to her. "Kagero!"

He didn't know how long his restraint had lasted, not that it really mattered. His seed erupted from his tip straight into Kagero's mouth; she happily took it all, gulping down his masculine essence with gusto.

Oooooh, I'm definitely going to stack my claim to him now. I…I have to, just like Lady Camilla said. Even if I'm not a traditional wife…I…I most certainly want to be his! I want this! I want his seed in me! Her mind whirled with such romantic thoughts. As they did, Kiran's cock continued to spray her mouth with his juices. Luckily for her, she could handle more than could, just enough that she could gulp down about three-quarters of his cum. The last quarter, she was forced to break away and let hit the top of her breasts. Kagero shuddered feeling the warm liquid atop her breast-it was certainly different than water.

Kiran's cock went dry of cum, at least temporarily. It didn't complete deflate, but it did lose some of its rigidity. Looking at it, her heart raced and her mind filled with ways of get it back to its previous hardness. Kagero didn't have to look far for the answer.

Wiping her lips of cum, she leered at the black-haired gunman. "You taste good, Kiran." Her hands gently moved around his member, slowly filling it up with loving energy. Though he panted, Kiran looked ready for more; he was definitely ready for more. "Your seed…I'd like to have it within me."

"So you…you really mean…?" He questioned, sweaty and red-faced. "Kagero, um, you're-ahhhh."

"Of course, I'm on birth-control. As a kunoichi, it's part of my job…though if I were to ever meet a man whom I want to spend the rest of my life with…" She let the statement hang in the air, it mixed with the raw ecstasy that had surrounded them like a blanket of mist. The ninja continued to gently stroke the teenager's penis, slowly getting it hard again. While she did that, she imagined the masculine organ spearing into her vagina; Kiran was no doubt imaging the same thing.

When she withdrew her hands from his cock, he panted and internally braced himself. He knew what was coming next, and he thanked his stars that he'd survived long enough to arrive at this point, and that a woman as gorgeous as Kagero had fallen in love with him.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh! Kagero!" He clenched fistfuls of the bedsheets, his eyes screaming shut. Speaking of shut, his cock was smothered by two pairs of soft, smoldering hot pillows of flesh squeezing his cock. Just as his scream reached its highest level, it was further magnified thanks to the taking of his tip into her mouth. "KAGERO!"

The residual cum that had been left on his tip was quickly licked up by the ninja's mouth. It was actually replaced by her saliva, carried by her tongue. Kagero moved with all the expertise of a seductress, a fact that Kiran quickly picked up on; to say he was grateful for it would have been an understatement. He hunched over, gnashing his teeth as sweet euphoria built up within him. This latest orgasm was going to cum faster and harder than the previous one, and rightfully so.

"Kagero…Kagero…" The Summoner of Askr whispered over and over again, almost like a mantra. It was all he could do to hold it together, though it was all for naught. Kiran knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Throwing his head back, he let out another groan, a borderline shout that bounced around the room. "Aaaaahhhh…." Swinging his head back down, he drunk in the delicious sight of the stoic but busty ninja giving him a tit fuck. It was so surreal, too surreal to believe. The closest thing he'd ever had to experiencing this was in some online hentai games.

Hey, since she's given herself to you, why not propose some ideas? I mean, she's clearly not shy about making love to you, so…

His whole body tensed at the sound of the voice, and the ideas it was proposing. The Summoner's cock responded to it with a violent twitching. Given her extreme proximity to it, Kagero felt it; the ninja increased the pace of her pillowing and her licks. Kiran sealed his eyes shut, both pulling and pushing away on the lewd ideas.

Popping his eyes open, he ended up looking straight into Kagero's warm, hazel-brown orbs.

I am yours, my love.

He shouted her name as he threw his head back again, screaming with all of his might. His cum shot forth from his tip, right into Kagero's mouth, and later her face, then into open air. It had a short travel downward onto her breasts, still sandwiching his member like a pair of fleshy, hot claps. They came down hard on either side of his member, enlarging the stream of cum that gushed out of him. His seed splattered across the older woman, who kept her mouth open to swallow up whatever glops made it down her throat. In swallowing it, Kagero felt her vaginal lips quiver in happy anticipation. She felt some of her own juices drip down onto the floor.

After she'd swallowed the previous lump of cum, Kagero moved in for more. Her lips fastened around the still gushing member, the masculine juices shooting into her mouth before trickling down her throat. She took in the rest of her lover's essence until his member finally ran dry, by the, her stomach was full and she'd been smeared in his seed from the top of her head down to her well-endowed chest. Kagero sat on her knees before Kiran, looking like the subservient but satisfied lover that she'd chosen to be. The sight of cum-covered face and breasts was enough to get the Summoner's cock twitching in excitement.

Smiling at his awe-struck expression, Kagero began the slow and personally gratifying process of cleaning herself off, right in front of Kiran. He remained upright as he watched her do so, glued to the scene; there was no way that he could look away, he wouldn't look away for anything in the world. Kiran felt his mouth water and his cock twitching nonstop at the erotic sight. It was exactly like something out of a porno, except it was real, he could reach out and touch her; Kagero wouldn't have minded if he did, adding to the amazement of it all.

The Summoner's breath and the ninja's licking were the dominant sounds in the room…until the latter finished cleaning herself. Neither of them had bothered keeping track of time, for all they knew half an hour could have passed. However long it was, when Kagero rose up, her face and breasts mostly clean.

Kiran's breathing intensified as she stared down at him. Both of them were stark-naked and sweaty, their faces crimson-red. Eyes locking with each other, they immediately knew that they weren't finished, not yet.

Stretching his arms out, the nineteen-year-old took the adult woman by the hips, bringing her down onto him. Their lips mashed together and their naked bodies grinded against one another. Kiran's back hit the mattress with his head crashing into the pillows. Kagero squirmed atop of him, grinding her naked body against his while kissing him. Their respective sexual organs pressed against one another, calling out for the intimate connection that they were meant for.

"Take me, Kiran." Kagero whispered right to his face.

His hands gripped her hips to help raise her above his erect member. The earlier show and their short make out had gotten him hard and ready to go again. There could be nothing else but the most intimate sort of bonding between two people in love.

"From now on…I'm yours, Kagero." Kiran affirmed, looking straight into her hazel brown eyes. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they gazed at one another. For the Summoner, his fast-racing heart slowed down, every beat becoming audible to his ears. With it as background noise, as he quietly surveyed the gorgeous woman atop of him, seconds away from becoming one with him.

She'd always been beside him for five months now, always close as a shadow. Kagero claimed that she was his shadow and would always be beside him, protecting him. From that protection had come these romantic feelings; they were what had brought her into the light before him.

"Ahh!" The two of them cried as the kunoichi descended upon his member. It was a surprise for both of them, though by all accounts, it shouldn't have been. Her pussy had been soaked with repeated orgasms and his cock had been slathered in her saliva thanks to her repeated blowjobs. The Summoner's cock slid right into the ninja's pussy with the ease of a polished blade into a sheath.

Kagero's walls immediately squeezed around her lover's member. Blade and sheath, yes, in her mind, that was an apt analogy. "Finally…you…inside of me." Her left hand went to her strung up pony tail, undoing it just as her lips touched Kiran's. He pushed his face forward, igniting the flickering fire between them. Placing both hands on his shoulders, the Hoshidan woman began to rock her hips, her lover responded by groping her ass. It was his way of holding her as he began to thrust his hips upward. "Yesssss…."

"Fuck, Kagero…you're so tight…and hot." Gripping her buttocks, he rocked his hips upward in a single powerful thrust. The kunoichi leaned back and moaned in ecstasy. As it died and her face came down, Kiran seized her lips in a fiery kiss. "I love it," he whispered once he pulled away. Kagero grinned, then pressed her lips against his again.

Not a word was spoken between them, and not just because their mouths were practically glued to one another. They spoke through their bodies, his shooting upward and hers up and down. Magma-like friction brought from their grinding raced through the both of them, empowering them to keep on going. The lewd sound of flesh-slapping against flesh echoed around the room, beneath the two of them the bed shook from their intense lovemaking.

It didn't take long for them to find a rhythm. Once they had it, they fucked to it, exchanging kisses all the while. Breath was quickly inhaled and exhaled, used up in the nonstop kisses. For every thrust of their hips, they seemed to echo it with a kiss. It was a maniac dance that they couldn't sustain for long, but they were certainly willing to try.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhh!" They moaned. Her walls clenched around his cock, which repeatedly hit her core dead-on. Kagero felt like her insides were an erupting volcano, every second the true eruption drawing closer and closer. This feeling was incredible, and amazingly, she couldn't truly recall ever experiencing it, not even with Saizo.

Yes, it's really true. Kiran is my…my…!

Breaking from the kiss, the kunoichi threw her head back and screamed in pure ecstasy. "AAAAAAHHHH!"

In seconds, Kiran's mind was a burning maelstrom of thoughts and impulses. He knew he had to do something, he wanted to do something, but he wasn't sure what. His eyes moved over Kagero's form, her beautiful, sweat-covered naked form. They locked in on her bouncing mounds, seemingly moving in slow motion before him.

"Mmmmmhhh!" Kagero's breasts were incredible, actually, maybe that wasn't the right word. No word ever seemed enough to describe her mounds, which he was now biting ad licking as he had before.

"YES! HAVE AT ME, KIRAN!" The ninja woman shouted. Her hands slid from his shoulders to around his neck, burying him in her bosom. "HARDER, KIRAN! HARDER!" The speed of his thrusts increased while he continued to lick and bite her tits. Kagero relished the compound pleasure he was giving her.

Kiran was definitely enjoying it as well. Her breasts were bouncing in his face, and her pussy was squeezing around his cock like a vice. With each passing second, her scorching walls further tightened on his member, ad it made him all the more eager to excavated her pussy with his cock. That's exactly what he did, and Kagero screamed in lewd approval of it. He switched breasts, moving from her right to her left. The now freed breast continued to bounce beside his face, constantly rubbing up against the side of his head while he devoured her left nipple. Her arms tightened around his neck, pushing him even deeper.

The ninja's screams were growing in volume, reaching the level of thunder. They were no doubt being driven by his raging member, pulverizing her clitoris. Kiran could feel her walls attempting to crush his member into a pancake, a sure sign that she was close to orgasming. So was he, and he told her through the intense biting of her nipple.

"KIRAAAAAN! I'M GOING TO…"

"ME TOO, KAGERO!"

"INSIDE OF ME, MY LOVE! AAAAAAAHHHH!"

He bit down into her right tit, a sudden decision to increase her pleasure as he came. Near simultaneously, the ninja came as well, her walls exploding with feminine juices and dousing his member, which erupted. His member shot thick ropes of cum directly into her womb, the resulting ecstasy spreading through Kagero's whole body. Her body shuddered, like it had been pressed to a central hearth. In truth, the hearth was inside of her, and it had just been fed in the most uplifting way imaginable.

For a brief second, Kagero remained perfectly still, only her lips moving in an erotic scream. It filled Kiran's ears and made him shoot his hips upward one final time, shooting the thickest rope of cum yet into her. Her pussy overflowed with his seed, spilling out onto their joint waists. She wet limp seconds later, her orgasm draining all the strength from her. Kagero slumped against Kiran, who remained upright, holding her. The ninja's hot breaths tickled his neck.

Minutes later and the Summoner lay on his back against the bed, his kunoichi lover laying atop of him. Their post-orgasmic pants joined together to fill the room like a soft whisper.

Eventually, Kagero reached up to turn his face her way. The kiss was soft and tender, but filled with affection. "I love you, Kiran." She whispered one they broke apart.

"And I love you too, Kagero, I swear that I always will and I'll be the best lover to you that I can be." The black-haired gunman affirmed.

Smiling, she gently caressed his cheek. "Simply continue to be yourself, that's why I've fallen for you as I have. As for me…" Though somewhat exhausted, she gently stroked his side with her leg. "I know that I will never be a traditional lover, a traditional wife, especially not in your world, but I shall endeavor to be that all you could desire in a woman."

Laughing, he pecked her on the lips. "You already have." She giggled at him turning her words back on her; admittedly, she'd walked right into it, rather happily so.

In the morning, they would talk of how they'd have to make certain…changes. Kagero strangely felt excited at the prospect of spreading the news that the Order's Summoner was officially her man, and she was his woman. Just the thought sent a shiver of excitement racing through her, causing her to cuddle against Kiran. She felt him gently stroke her naked backside.

"Stay close to me." He whispered.

"I always will, from this moment onward. As your faithful shadow…and your beloved firelight." Kagero whispered back, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips.

The shadows around them settled, finding harmony with the flickering flame of their love. Kagero had thought of herself as the darkness and Kiran as the light; it was even in his name. He'd helped show her the light of her own soul and life, and she would protect him with her life, and give all that she could to him. The Summoner would do the same for her, right to the bitter end.

Fin

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Kind of feels fitting that Kagero's the first of the Fates cast for me to do, what with ninjas being renowned for their stealth and speed. She was a personal favorite of mine during my Birthright playthrough, standing out as one of the few characters who weren't (somewhat reasonably) suspicious of Kiran, yet being quirky in her own way. In light of her Alternate forms and some personal ideas of my own, more stories featuring her and Kiran will arrive, including a few…special ones. I hope you all enjoyed this one, leave your thoughts in the reviews!

Until next time, stay safe and healthy, everyone! My next Heroes lemon may be a Halloween-themed one, maybe not, but I hope you look forward to it!