Amber Reveal

by Cosmic Sky

This was her moment, stepping out into the public spotlight. Momiji wouldn't deny that she was a little nervous, but she was going to press forward. And she'd do so with a little help. That help would turn out to be more than she could have thought, and help her enjoy the outside world in more pleasurable ways than she could have imagined.

Hey, everyone. Yet another first entry in another fandom. Momiji is by far my favorite ninja girl in the Ninja Gaiden/Dead or Alive series so I decided this summer I would sit down and finally write a story for her. Specifically, a lemon with her getting fucked senseless and loving every second of it. Out of sheer desire, I'm going to try to make sure there's some semblance of a story there letting up to it.

This story is set during DoA 5, Momiji's debut game and makes some veiled references to her role in the NG games so there you go. I hope you all enjoy!

I do own anything.

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Amber Reveal

Nervousness. It was a feeling experienced by almost everyone at some point in their lives, eve great men and women. Ninjas were no exception, no matter how much they tried to hide it; hiding it was in fact part of their training. They weren't to show emotion under any circumstances, or at least not until their current mission was complete.

Was Momiji on a mission? One could say that, it was a bit of a personal one. She was to devote her utmost focus to making it succeed, no matter what. But success wasn't guaranteed, much like many other things in life. Including life itself. She was perfectly aware that she was risking her life. Momiji wouldn't exactly say she abhorred it, at least not the kind of life-risking she was heading into. With every step, she could feel her pulse racing a little more than usually. It was excitement and nervousness, the latter an infectious disease that she realized she'd only shake once she came within the threshold of her mission. She fully believed she could weather that; it wasn't the first time she'd pressed on in the face of uncertainty and unease.

THWAK! THWAK! FWAAAK!

Wide-eyed, she stopped dead-still atop the building and looked to her right where the sound was coming from. Momiji could recognize the sounds of battle in a heartbeat, they'd practically been engrained into her. Curiosity swirled within the shrine maiden, seizing her and ultimately guiding her.

The closer she got, the louder the sounds became. Based on what she heard, there were multiple combatants, an unknown number that she theorized was rapidly decreasing based on the number of blows she heard. She could hear cries of pain, lots of cries of pain. It made her curiosity burn all the hotter.

"Dammit, someone get him on his knees!"

"Fuck it! Just break his fucking arms and legs!"

"Hate to break to it to you guys, but that's all you! You want someone to remain unbroken, just drop this shit and let us go!"

"Like hell we will, you filthy gaijin!"

From those words, Momiji was able to paint a picture in her mind. A foreigner, most likely an American had gotten into a scrap with a couple of things. Unfortunately for the latter, it sounded an awful lot like this foreigner was more than capable of holding his ow. Again, that made her curiosity burn brighter. Finally arriving at the edge of a nearby rooftop, she saw the source of the commotion; Momiji wasn't surprised that it was a fight, nor was she entirely surprised that a small crowd was beginning to gather around the street corner. At least a quarter of the crowd had their phones and even a few tablets out. At times, Momiji was a tad exacerbated by the habit society seemed to have picked up-if it's remotely interesting then it'll end up online. As a ninja, it was practically a nightmare.

Then again, as much as she didn't want to admit it, hiding in the shadows was becoming a little bit harder as of late.

Focusing her attention on the fight itself, she was pleasantly taken back to find that one of the combatants most definitely knew what they were doing. They knew it so well she was able to see he hadn't taken a single blow in spite of having defeated by her count, six men, some of whom were outright carrying knives and baseball bats. Against the redhead that was fighting off the array of thugs, they'd been completely useless, and as he said, they'd lost the limbs needed to use the weapons. Several rocked on the ground nursing their broken arms and legs, some of which were bent at awkward angles.

As for the fighter himself, Momiji could tell he was young, perhaps no more than twenty or so, around her age. A thin layer of sweat had begun to accumulate on his olive-skin; she supposed it was proof that the thugs, possibly yakuza based on some of the tattoos they sported, were giving him a little bit of a workout. Through his moves, she spotted his eyes, bright green that shined with partial annoyance and partial amusement at the continued attempts to hit him. None of them were coming close, but that wasn't stopping the thugs from trying, and failing. Momiji almost got the sense that he was making sport of their attempts, something that was clearly angering them. It was inevitable since the difference between their skill levels was simply that obvious.

The redhead's particular skills revolved around judo, she recognized the various throws and armlocks that he performed, stopping their attacks dead in their tracks. His arm and leg locks were all so refined that she knew in a heartbeat that he was a skilled fighter; she had a hunch that this wasn't the first time that he'd been in a situation like this. He was handling himself with the finesse of a man who'd been in danger before and knew his way out of it.

Momiji's eyes jumped from the fighter to someone else, someone rather close to the brawl. He had a phone out and was clearly recording the fight, namely keeping his focus on the redhead. Momiji could see that he was smiling, cheering him on; he was a friend. There was something a little heartwarming in seeing that the stranger wasn't totally alone.

It felt like hours as she watched the fight drag on. The redhead was clearly toying with the thugs, making a show out of their defeat. Upon realizing that, they weren't too happy about it. Really, they had only themselves to blame as after the first few attacks, it should have been obvious that they weren't going to win this. Sadly, as Momiji had come to understand, high intellects weren't particularly common amongst thugs such as what she saw before her.

The redhead stopped and looked at his watch, a face was made as he looked back up at them. "Sorry guys, but we're going to need to wrap this up now. My friend and I have places to be, and I'm pretty sure there's some bathhouse occupant you guys should be shaking down for chump change."

Such a clear taunt was bound to work on such hot-heated and idiotic men. They whipped out various knives, clearly intent using them to carve up the redheaded American. That may have been their intention, but there wasn't a snowball's chance it was going to happen.

And it didn't happen.

They all came at him at once, but he was ready for each of them. His body and arms moved fast, but not fast enough that she couldn't track them. The arms of the thugs were grabbed and bent, their knives dropping to the ground; their bodies followed suit after a few key blows to the chest and throat. They were gasping for air like fish out of water. Some of them were gasping and clenching their wrists, now broken meaning it'd be a while before they could use them again. To their credit, they could have been worse off, the American could have done much worse to them.

"And that's it, folks! Give it up for the grappler with the strength of a tiger! Ryan Holten!" Shouted the one who'd been holding the phone. He was of similar age to the redhead, whose name she now knew.

Ryan…Ryan Holten. She repeated while the crowd broke out into applause. Momiji giggled and lightly clapped her hands together as well. It was unexpected, but she'd been given quite a nice show. He impressed her, though there was a part of her that wished that she could see more of his abilities; Momiji could see he was really holding back.

Her temporary self-musings were cut short as she felt a shiver run up her spine. Blinking, her brown eyes looked down…and ran straight into the emerald green of the American redhead.

He smiled at her, knowing that he was being watched by an audience. In spite of that audience, he signaled out her, her who stood a hundred feet above him on a rooftop, out of sight of the common people. In signaling her out, Momiji realized that this man wasn't completely ordinary.

All of her instincts told her to move, and she almost completely listened to them. She could have moved out of sight in the blink of an eye, but Momiji paused, returning the man's stare. The kunoichi almost didn't notice how her lips curved upward into a smile. He was smiling at her, and she smiled back at him. Then she vanished.

Ryan Holten, She repeated. Her instincts told her to remember the name. She wouldn't mind hearing it again, though where, she had no idea. Maybe it would be in the tournament. Maybe there she'd be able to see more of his hidden ability.

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"Feeling a little overwhelmed? You know, that's natural."

Her heart skipped a beat as she instantly recognized the voice. Her heels clicking against the floor, Momiji whipped around.

He'd had a slight wardrobe change, wearing dark navy-blue shorts and a white V-neck with cloud-like graphic design. Hanging from his left side was a bag upon which his arm rested on. His green eyes cackled with amusement as they met hers, he raised his right arm in a miniscule wave. Momiji waved back, unsure of what to say to him.

As he walked toward her, Momiji fell back on what she knew. "H-H-Hello." She said in practiced English.

"Thanks for speaking my language." He responded.

"Well, this is America, not to mention it's not like I can speak only my native tongue and no other." She politely elaborated.

"Yeah, I imagine so. Ninjas do have to be trained in multiple arts, and your role of espionage wouldn't exactly stick if you couldn't understand others. Not to mention your ability to infiltration would be at bottom zero." He chuckled as her surprise grew. "Heh, sorry. No offense, but you're not really trying to hide yourself. Plus, these tournaments aren't strangers to ninjas."

"…You have a point there." There wasn't an impulse to argue with him, only be on guard. Ryan Holten was certainly not an ordinary man. "So, you know of Kasumi and Ayane?"

"Two of the most famous DoA fighters. Along with Ryu Hayabusa, the ninja supposedly responsible for saving the world multiple times." His eyes twinkled as his next question came. "Is he competing this time?"

"No." It pained her to see his face fall in disappoint. "I'm sorry. Master Ryu has…other responsibilities. I do not know when he will attend the next Dead or Alive Tournament, if ever." He heaved out a sigh laced with disappointment. "Um, you weren't hoping to find Master Ryu at this tournament, were you?" His disappointment manifested in the defeated smile he wore.

"Would he…at least be civil in turning me down for an interview?"

"Oh, he'd be civil, just as long as you didn't try to force him into it."

"And risk getting all the bones in my body broken? No thanks. Still, it would have been awesome to meet him in the flesh, and be able to keep my flesh." He declared.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Master Ryu is actually quite friendly and cordial, once you get to know him." The Japanese woman offered.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. "That's nice to heart, but it's clear I won't be meeting him. And I haven't seen the lovely iconic Kasumi or Ayane."

"Which just leaves me, the newcomer." Momiji stated, crossing her arms and let some mock annoyance show on her face. "I'm sorry that I wasn't who you wanted."

"Sorry if I gave off that impression. I am disappointed I don't get to meet the tournament veterans…buuut meeting you is pretty awesome in itself. It's great to see you again." The American said. That brought a smile to her face. "Let me formally introduce myself. "My name is Ryan Holten, novice journalist. I'm here to report on this year's DoA tournament. As it happens, this is your first tournament, right?"

"Correct. This is my first time competing. As you've no doubt deduced…this is also my first time revealing myself to the public. Not exactly what you'd expect of a ninja, but…well…not all of us follow the old ways exactly to the letter."

"Life would be pretty boring if you did." He coolly jabbed. The kunoichi took the comment in strides, giggling in agreement at his statement.

"Not all rules are meant to be broken, but some…don't need to be followed so adamantly. Please, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Momiji Minaguchi, I am a kunoichi, though not from the same clan as Ayane and Kasumi. I too am from the Dragon Ninja Clan like Master Ryu. I cam to this tournament as a means of testing my skills against the other fighters of the world, including my fellow kunoichi."

"Well, it's looking like it's going to be only you, unless those rumors about Kasumi running wild and she shows up her match." He noticed how ninja's hazel eyes darkened with worry. There was something there, something that the American didn't know. His fist instinct was to press her for information, but his common sense told him that would be a bad idea, not to mention a pointless one. "Look, not to be pushy but…would you be willing to indulge a humble journalist's request?"

"You want to interview me, don't you?" She coolly declared.

"Hey, you're one of the new fighters, not to mention once people see you, you're going to garner one hell of a fanbase, or shall I say, a bigger one."

"That's…not really why I came here, though I'm aware that it tends to happen." Her blushing cheeks and shifting eyes made it clear she knew the environment she was walking into.

"Yeah, it's inevitable, especially when you're fighting in the skippiest outfits known to man."

"M-My outfit isn't that revealing!" She cried, her cheeks gaining a slightly red hue.

He smirked at her. "Except around the hips, which, I must say, are quite something, though your face is by far more appealing." Her blush deepened. "Before you say anything, look, you're beautiful, incredibly beautiful, Momiji. But I don't doubt for one second that you're an incredible fighter. Almost every beautiful face here is a fighter who can break a person in half, and that includes the guys. Or, eh, almost all of them."

While her cheeks flushed red, Momiji found herself laughing. "Suppose I can question you on who those unfortunate few are during the interview." She reached her gloved hand out. "Just…not too many personal questions, okay? We ninja must keep our secrets, and…our private lives, private."

"Deal." He affirmed as he shook her hand. "Alright then, let's go some place private so we can get started…and maybe I can fill you in on your competition."

Momiji raised an eyebrow. "Any reason for the generosity."

He continued to smile at her. "Reasons."

"You wouldn't happened to have placed a bet on me, would you?"

"No, though if I were a betting man…no offense, but there's others whom I'd put my money on. You've got some stiff competition in this tournament."

"I know…but I'm not backing down. I'm a fighter too."

The two individuals smiled at one another, somewhat unsure of what had just been started between them, but curious to let it progress, see where it went. In the recesses of her mind, Momiji remained on guard as there was still much about this young man she didn't know. One thing was clear-he was seemingly in her corner, and for that, she was grateful.

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It was incredible how after everything she'd been through, it was a mundane activity such as this that left her feeling like a woman on the edge of a cliff. Down below her lay a dark abyss that she was frightened she'd be hurled into if she made one wrong move. She'd learned firsthand that making the wrong move could come with consequences, painful consequences. Just a little more than an hour ago, she'd made a few and had paid for it with several blows to her body. Some of them ached, but not enough she could be impeded from doing this.

"Ryan?" He turned to look at her, his eyes scanning her body, concern clearly etched on his face. She smiled seeing it. "I'm fine, a little sore, but that's to be expected after such a fight, even if I won it."

"Just making sure. Jann Lee wasn't pulling his punches." He offered.

"No, but trust me, I've felt far worse." Sucking in a breath, she reached down and grasped his hand, surprising him. "I was wondering if…would you be up for a night out on the town? With me?"

The redhead's brain seemed to freeze as he stared into Momiji's hazel eyes. To get him back on track, she gave his hands a squeeze.

"Actually, I believe a more appropriate way to phrase it would be this, can you…show me the town? You know it far better than I." Between the two of them, Ryan had a better layout of the city. He'd practically memorized it before coming to Texas. Truth be told, so too had Momiji, but…Ryan knew the layout better, one of the perks of having a photographic memory and love of detail. It was no wonder he was on the path to becoming a journalist.

Green eyes moved between her hazel orbs and their interlocked hands. "Um, Momiji…are you…" Ryan sealed his mouth and looked away, his cheeks turning a similar color to his hair. "Y-Yeah. C-Come on, I think I know some places that I think you'll like."

"Then lead-oh, um, once I get changed into something a little more appropriate."

He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "What? You look great!"

Giggling, she politely slapped the side of his arm. "Come on, let's head back to the hotel, and no peeking."

"Now, Momiji, when in the run of this weeks' long partnership we've had have I ever tried to do something so suicidally stupid?" The American questioned.

Momiji rolled her eyes, yet laughed none the less. He indeed had a point, he hadn't given into the urges that she knew lay within him, and a great deal of that was due to the fact that Ryan knew giving in would cost him his life. Or his manhood or his ability to walk. Such a basic, common sense decision, yet it was seen as the choice of one who'd attained enlightenment. Momiji had found herself more and more enthralled by the America's sarcasm, which he wasn't shy about using on her in a playful demeanor.

Like all fighters, she had a suite in a five-star hotel, amongst the best in LA. It was inevitable given the scoop of the DoA tournament, which drew in millions in both revenue and viewers. Some would say that such lavish temporary livings were a natural exchange for that.

For Momiji, it was more than what she needed, though she had to admit, a suite was…nice. It offered one hell of a view, a view that Ryan was busy enjoying.

He knew full well not to take advantage of the hospitality that the kunoichi was giving him. Ryan knew that he was lucky that Momiji had let him get as close as he did. As far as she was concerned, he was a complete stranger, and really, he was. She had no idea who he was and had no reason to trust him as much as she did, but she did so anyway.

Ryan was grateful for that, honored even. As wondrous as he was feeling, he knew he still had a job to do. For the record, he hadn't let his budding relationship get in the way of his job as journalist. He'd worked too hard to get a shot like this and toss it away, even if he felt like he was riding high.

But for tonight, maybe he could focus a little more on enjoyment then work. In fairness, he'd spent about seventy-hours of the last week typing, creating wall after wall of text detailing fighters, fighters' backgrounds, fighters' styles, and the cultural impact of it all. He never failed to find it bitterly ironic how in an age where peace was so highly valued, people were still so turned on by violence. Albeit, Ryan could admit, fights happening in a ring had a certain enjoyment, especially when the fighters were highly attractive and dazzling to look at.

"Hey, Ryan, I'm ready." The kunoichi called.

Looking up from his phone, he raised an eyebrow and smiled at her.

Momiji cheeks reddened. "That's…it? No nervous stammering?" she innocently questioned.

"Heh, no offense, but you're not the first pretty girl that I've seen dressed in cute blouse and a cowl neck, which look pretty good on you." He coolly declared. "Now, me swooning like some love-struck idiot? Sorry, but I've seen too much for that."

Giggling, Momiji puffed out her cheeks, putting on a show of being hurt. "Ah, so…I'm not…stunning enough."

"You're stunning, just not enough to leave me gapping like a fish." Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Ryan grinned at her. "Momiji, you weren't trying to seduce me, were you?" She held his gaze for several seconds, bordering on a full minute, then she burst into laughter; Ryan laughed with her. Their laughter filled the suite, rising above the hum of the TV. Once he got a hold of himself, Ryan sat up, stretching his arms upward. "Alright then, time to hit the town. Is this going to be your first time doing that and it not being a part of some super-secret ninja mission?"

"Loath as I am to admit it…yes. But it's not like I'm some sheltered girl who's never been into the outside world." Momiji declared.

"You've just never done something like this before-go out for a night on a town like a normal person?" His eyebrow rose in one of those soft accusatory smirks. Momiji had come to recognize that as a particular quirk of his. "Look, I know you're not some sheltered mountain girl, but it's okay to admit that you're living life like a normal person. You entered the tournament on a partial account of that, right?"

"…You are quite perspective, Ryan. Your chose occupation suits you."

"That's what my mom always told me, that I was like a dog with a bone once something or someone caught my interest."

"And…I happened to." She finished. "…If I ask you why that is, would you be willing to tell me the honest truth?"

The humorous air he had about him dissipated entirely. "I would." His words were direct, a clear testament to the question she asked, the plea for honesty. Between the two of them, it might have seemed a little odd-he was the journalist so one might have associated him with seeking the truth. Momiji was the ninja, so shadows and trickery were her domain. "Momiji,"

Exhaling, the amber-eyed woman smiled at him. "I'll ask you that question eventually, but…for tonight. Can you just hang out with, Ryan?"

His smile and humorous air returned, just as Momiji had happened. "I'd be happy to, Momiji."

There was a joint aura of joy around the two young adults as they left the room together and inevitably the hotel. Momiji took a moment to bask in the night air of the city, absolutely bustling with activity. She always found it such a stark contrast to her home in the mountains. Like she said though, she wasn't some country girl who'd never been to the city. She had plenty of times, running through it, running across its rooftops, underneath the streets. Momiji was happy to be able to walk through it at her leisure, with someone by her side. The kunoichi was happy that it was a man like Ryan, and he was visibly happy to be at her side.

Downtown Los Angeles was as active as it could have been on a summer nice, especially a night when the city was hoisting such a big event such as the fifth Dead or Alive Tournament. Momiji was happy that o one seemed to take notice of her, or almost no one. She caught sight of several eyes moving her way, widening in genuine shock at her presence.

"You? Enter the Dead or Alive Tournament? Well, there goes the myth about ninjas being warriors of the shadows."

"Hey, we still are warriors of the shadows, but…every now and then, everyone needs to step out into the light to feel its rays."

Rachel hadn't missed a beat in teasing her on publicly revealing herself in entire the Dead or Alive Tournament. She'd had a point, but Momiji liked to think that she did to. People weren't meant to live their lives in total darkness, not even ninja.

"So, what do you think of Downtown LA so far?" Her campion asked in a chirper tone.

"It is amazing, it's a bustling place, and full of quite a lot of attractions, some of which I haven't seen in other countries. Some of them are better."

"As an American, I'm proud to hear that." Ryan declared. "You know, I'm actually jealous of that part of your life-the whole traveling around the world part."

"It is pretty nice, but I do travel for the sake of missions, not leisure. At least not too often." She responded with a clear understanding of what he meant. Traveling was nice, but there was a…weight to it when the travel was mission-oriented, and involved leaving hundreds of dead bodies in one's wake.

Dazzling music was a soft echo in Momiji and Ryan's ears. Street performers of multiple likes were out and about, showing their skills, and many earning a few dollars. Momiji herself stood by and listened to a guitarist play an enticing tune and rewarded him for it, as did Ryan. The redhead couldn't help himself and whipped out a notepad, asking for names and origins; almost every performer took it in strides, some proudly boasting that they'd be big-namers one day. Momiji honestly hoped that some of them did. It would be quite a accomplish to go from playing around the Walt Disney Concert Hall to playing in it, or one of the other concert halls around the city.

They were far bigger and grander than the puppet theaters that ninja villages had. He asked her if she wanted to see what was playing at the concert hall, but she turned down his request, telling him she'd go another time. Ever one to give his two cents, Ryan mused on if she'd bring anyone along on that next time, which led her to questioning if there was anything he wanted to see performed.

"I've got a couple of lists, including a few whose music would help me get a good night's sleep."

"Hehehehe, sounds like it would be a lovely waste of money. You wouldn't happen to drool or snore when you sleep, do you?"

"I'm proud to say nope. Kicked those habits when I was ten years old." He watched the black-haired woman close her eyes and paint a picture in her mind. Ryan huffed and looked away. "You're just really trying to see me flustered, aren't you?"

"No, I was imagining how cute you looked as a ten-year-old." She replied in a sing-song voice. "I imagine you looked quite cute."

"Ah, thank you." He replied with a laugh. "You…really like kids, don't you?"

"It's a part of who I am. You could say I am something of a big sister figure to the rest of the children in my village." She explained with a fond smile on her face.

"…Then those are some lucky kids. They've got a good guardian and role model to look up to." He noted.

"…Do you found it contradictory that I'm also a hardened killer who wouldn't bat an eye at slaying another?" she asked, genuinely curious as to what his reaction would be. It wouldn't be the first time that she was rejected or questioned on the duality of her existence.

Emerald green met amber brown, the hum of Downtown LA filling the space between them as they stared one another down. Both young adults had came to a stop and devoted their entire focus to one another.

"You're a killer, yet you're also an incredibly kind person…yeah, those two things are contradictions, but that's how people are. Besides, it's not like you're a villainous mastermind plotting the death of everyone here, including me. Finally…being a killer and being a good person are two opposite things, yet they can exist. Soldiers can go out and fight and kill, but come home to their wives and families and be perfectly decent people. Ninja are no different."

"Not all of us," she whispered underneath her breath. "Ryan, I'm happy that you hold such views."

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be standing here, spending so much of my time with you." Based on the glint in his eyes, he was waiting for her to question her on that. He knew he was still an enigma to her.

The kunoichi's face melted into an accepting smile as she offered her hand to him. Ryan smiled back and took it, not holding too tight onto her palm, his way of still respecting the boundaries between them. They wouldn't be breeched…yet.

"Thank you for spending tonight with me, Ryan." She whispered as they walked into the one place in LA she'd wanted to visit most of all.

Admittedly, Ryan had a strong urge to visit the Last Bookstore too. Writing was his passion with reading coming in closely behind it. This was the perfect place for that passion to run wild and intermingle with Momiji's. They walked into the story with their hands joined together ad they would leave with their hands interlocked, surprising give the number of bags that they had carried.

They'd definitely taken their time in the famous bookstore, spending nearly three hours I there. Though he was happy to immerse himself, Ryan saw that Momiji did so on a bit of a deeper level, plus, she was more social in her reading.

He felt a warm and gentle feeling grip him as he came upon the kid's section and found the kunoichi perched on a small bench, surrounded by children and even a few young tens. Smiling, he leaned against one of the shelves, keeping out of sight as best he could. Ryan had a feeling he could have been right beside Momiji and she wouldn't have noticed him, she'd have focused on reading to the young children around her. All of them were utterly engrossed in her storytelling; Ryan himself almost felt himself being lulled into the serenity.

A tiny voice in his head, the journalist voice, poked at him to take a picture of this moment. It would make a great image to go along with his article featuring the black-haired kunoichi. There had already been quite a bit of buzz generated about her, things that people wanted to know about the kunoichi from the mountainous Hayabusa Village. People would certainly fall in love with her if they saw pictures like this, just as the children were.

And Ryan had.

That was why he sheathed his phone, deciding that this moment would stay between those present. It would stay with him, at least for a little while. Eventually, scenes like this might make it out to the public, but for now…Ryan felt like they could be theirs, that they could be his.

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It was surreal feeling to stand at what was the summit of a mountain. Momiji could remember the first time she'd climbed a mountain, she was fourteen-years-old. Standing at the top, she was left completely speechless at the beauty of the view before her. That was the outside, inside, Momiji had been privately happy with herself, proud to be precise. The climb up hadn't been easy, but she'd done it, and she was proud of herself. That was the proud of a great accomplishment.

She felt that same pride pumping through her as she readied herself, as she put one foot in front of her other. At least until she stopped and looked back.

Ryan was nervous, that much was obvious, it was written all over his face. "Do your best." He said when he realized she was staring at him. The American did his best to muster up his focus.

"I always do, it's how I managed to make it this far into the tournament. That…and thanks to your support." She finished with a smile. The small distance between them was covered as she walked back to him, away from the hallway's end where the fight lay.

"Geez, you don't need to flatter me so much. You're the one who needs the confidence boost."

"Ah, so you're implying I'm nervous about this match."

"Well, this is the finals and you're the ensemble dark horse, a lot of people didn't expect you to make it this far, and frankly, I think even you're a little surprised." She rolled her eyes at the short recap; it was entirely accurate. "You're worried about your master and the other ninjas, aren't you? This talk about Victor Donavan and this superweapon project."

Her good mood crumbled as he, again, accurately picked apart the quiet source of her unease.

"I know there is something going on, but…I…I can't bear to tear myself away from this."

"Then don't." Ryan affirmed. "Just like your master said, leave the corporate sci-fi story featuring ninjas to him and his allies." She laughed at his vastly abridged version of her Master's speech. In getting to know him, she'd discovered that he could have a colorful way of putting things, while still getting the general concept down to a tee. "If Brad sees you're not giving it your best, he's going to be pissed, and not just him. You're going to have a lot of disappointed fans out there, including this guy here."

Fast as the wind, the redheaded American's hands were clasped in hers. In mere minutes, she'd be using them to strike blows hard enough to dent iron and steel, yet now, they were as soft and gentle as leaves, smelling as pure as a spring breeze. Momiji squeezed his hands, and he squeezed hers back on impulse. Ryan felt his cheeks burning red as he stared into the kunoichi's amber eyes. So close, he could see a pink tint on her cheeks as well. They'd become a little more frequent over the past few days.

"Then I won't disappoint, and I'll be waiting for you to be there for me when I return, win or lose." She declared in a sweet yet passionate voice. "You'll be waiting for me, right, Ryan?"

"Y-Yeah." He answered.

Ah, there's that flustering that I've been searching for. He really is cute when he's like that, cuter than usual. Giggling, she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek, causing his cheeks to burn even brighter.

Ryan watched her go, her heels clacking against the floor. If she'd waited anymore, they might have sent someone after her. Momiji didn't need that, she didn't need anyone else coming after her. He watched he disappear into the light at the end of the tunnel, watch her step onto the Dead or Alive platform to face her final opponent.

He dearly wished her the best of luck on her match. Jann Lee was anything but an easy opponent, in fact, he was commonly called one of the best fighters in the entire world, on any list. There was no denying that the man had all the power and skill needed to give Momiji a run for her money, but she'd made it this far on those same merits, beating long-time tournament mainstays. It had been a complete surprise, and a mostly pleasant one.

But not for everyone as Ryan had discovered.

His face turning grim, he turned around and began to walk the other way, a mental map in his head. Momiji wasn't going to be the only one fighting, so too would he, he'd be fighting to make sure hers wasn't interrupted.

---

Even though it was a short trip to the infirmary from the arena, Momiji was sprinting like her life or the lives of others depended on it. As far as she knew, someone else's life did.

"Ryan…Ryan!" She whispered underneath her breath as she moved through the corridors to the platform. The transition flew by fast, the pristine white walls of the platform infirmary consuming the space around her. Though she was sprinting, she had enough focus to avoid running into others, namely the doctors and nurses that served as the tournament medical staff. Her eyes were searching for one in particular. "Doctor Wilkins!" Shouted the kunoichi.

The graying-haired man nearly dropped his iPad, either from the volume of her voice or from the sudden appearance of the runner-up of the current tournament. He had a feeling he'd be seeing her, but not this soon, or that would have been the case had a monkey wrench not been thrown into things.

"Ryan…Ryan Holten." She huffed, her legs starting to feel like jelly. All it would take were a few words for them to transform into cheetah legs again, or for them to collapse like straws. "Is he-"

"Alive and well." The blue-eyed doctor confirmed. He smiled as she visibly relaxed. "He's in room D-23, go down the hallway and make a right, it's the fourth door down."

"T-Thank you." She was faintly aware of a huffing and puffing behind her, though she didn't focus on it. Using the directions, she walked down the hallway, intent on seeing her partner and friend for herself. Though she had no doubt that the doctors had done their job, Momiji was…somewhat eager to tend to the redhead herself.

She'd grown that close to him over the last few weeks.

Her fingers closed around the knob and turned it. Momiji pushed the door open, fearful and curious as to what she would find.

Ryan sat atop the bed, his right arm in a sling and a bandage wrapped around his head. He shirtless, exposing his surprisingly muscular upper body. Momiji was quietly take back to find that he had a scar running up the left side of his abdomen. His left shoulder had a patch band-aid on it, a small red bloom staining it. With his free hand, he waved at her.

"Your match was pretty awesome!" He declared in a chirper voice that completely shattered the tension in the room.

Sighing in relief, she trotted over, looked him square in the eye, and the hugged him. She made sure not to hug him too hard as to aggravate his injuries.

"That temporary blackout that happened," she murmured.

"That was some punks trying to sabotage the finals. Two days ago, when we were out on the town, I heard some murmurs. As you know, these fights see a lot of gambling on matches."

"Yes, I'm aware. Where there is competition, there'll be betting on the outcome." Momiji removed herself from Ryan's side and sat beside him, on his left side. She was extra cautious of his right side. One look at his arm and she could see the numerous bandages wrapped tightly around the skin. "I take it that I wasn't the favorite to win?"

It was less of a question and more a confirmation of what she already knew. Momiji was very aware that she was the newcomer to the tournament. The strange girl from the mountains, the third kunoichi to compete; she wasn't a known favorite like Kasumi or Ayane, whose entry had been sporadic. They had bigger things to deal with than a fight tournament, and there were bigger things at stake than just a title.

"Some very important people had apparently bet against you. To ensure that, they…hired some professionals to sabotage the fight. First, kill the power to the stadium. Second…someone was going to…well, hit you with some sort of poison dart." He met her gaze with hardened green eyes. "The guy wasn't a military sniper like you're thinking. He was going to use a flute that doubled as a blow dart."

Momiji connected the dots instantly. "And the toxins would have taken immediate effect, had they hit me. I would have been dealbated and thus lost the fight. Thus, they would have won their money." Her expression turned sad as she reached for his hand. "Ryan, thank you, but why didn't you warn anyone? Surely you could have gone to the tournament committee and told them?"

"You're right." He solemnly answered. "I guess…I wanted to play the part of the hero, and maybe…I wanted to be a bit like you."

"Be like me?" She questioned.

Sucking in a breath, he looked up to the ceiling. "Okay, confession time. You know why I've been so interested in you? It's because you saved my life a while back, but you don't know it." Looking down, he wasn't surprised to see her blinking at him in surprise. Ryan smiled at her. "Do you remember that fiasco about two years back in Sky City Tokyo? I was there on a school trip, translating and doing some culture studies."

Her eyes lit up like candles as the dots started to connect. "You were there, in Tokyo during the Archfiend's Insurrection?"

"Archfiend's Insurrection? Ah, so that's the official name for it. Kind of fitting since monsters started showing up and running all over the place, killing everyone they could find. Anyways, I was there in the city when those…other ninjas and monsters started rampaging through the streets. Do you remember the Agatsuma Heights collapse? I was there in its shadow. I would have been killed by the rumble…but you saved me?" Smiling at her, he motioned to their interlocked hands. Raising them, he gave her hand a soft squeeze. "I heard your voice, then I saw you cast your ninpo. You completely incinerated over fifteen tons of debris and saved my life and several others. I saw you, Momiji. I saw you on a ledge a couple dozen feet away, I knew that it was you."

The memory came back to her with incredible clarity. She was pursuing the Tengu Brothers to get Sanji and prevent them from causing more damage. Though that was her primary objective, she didn't let the damages that she did see go unnoticed. When she saw several dozen civilians about to be crushed by a collapsing building, she acted on moral instinct; Momiji wouldn't have been able to live with herself if she simply let those people die. Now, she knew that she'd definitely made the right choice.

"Since that day, I've just been…I've never been able to get you out of my mind. There you were, some ancient warrior in this ultra-modern city…and you'd gone and saved me and bunch of other innocent people. That's why I can say now, and for the rest of my life, you're not some heartless killer. That being a ninja doesn't necessarily mean you're a bad or amoral person like most ninja are expected to be." He let out a breath like he'd been holding it in throughout his entire reveal. "So…there you have it. It was pure chance that I saw you that day in Tokyo on my way to the airport. I couldn't believe how lucky I was…buuut, I tried to play it cool."

Momiji burst into gentle laughter, the sort that Ryan had come to dearly love and cherish from the bottom of his heart. He'd thought she was beautiful before, but he hadn't truly seen her beauty until she laughed and smiled. Ryan considered himself lucky that he was able to make her laugh and smile.

"Men and their egos," she joked. "Luckily, yours isn't as fragile as all-consuming as it could be."

"I try to keep it in moderation, but I'm a man who wants to hold onto at least some of his pride, especially in front of the woman he's been crushing on for two years."

"Did you ever believe you'd see me again?"

"No, but…I got lucky." He stated.

Momiji gently leaned against his side, causing his cheeks to redden like cherries. In spite of that redness, he didn't say a word, merely basking I the intimacy of the moment they were sharing. "I consider myself lucky too, lucky that I got to meet you, Ryan. Now I know entering this tournament truly was the right thing to do. I was able to push my fighting abilities to their utmost limit…and I…found a…good partner, one whom I want to spend as much time with as possible." Slowly, he turned his head around to meet Momiji's eye. "Ryan…when I came here, I wasn't expecting to meet a man like you, but I'm so happy that I did. Now that I've met you…I want your continued presence in my life, even as a kunoichi."

"Momiji," The American questioned. "Are you asking what I think you are?"

"Yes, I am." She affirmed. "Ryan, will you…be my boyfriend?"

"…I think this can answer that question for you." Sucking in a breath, and hoping that his breath didn't stick too badly from fighting for his life, he leaned in, his focus on her lips. Within seconds, Momiji got the hint and leaned forward as well. Ryan's lips met hers, and his tongue shot out, flicking against her lips. The kunoichi moaned in affection, slowly parting her lips and pushing her tongue out to meet his. From that point onward, the kiss could only grow in intensity. The world completely faded away for the young journalist and the shrine maiden.

Which left a handful of stunned doctors, one happy best friend, and a rather peeved but amused tournament organizer. She supposed that even though the newcomer had lost in the finals, she'd won on another front, one that many would say granted her a far greater victory. At her behest, Dr. Wilkins moved to remind them that such a victor could be enjoyed somewhere more appropriate, and after the journalist had fully recovered from his injuries.

Momiji was then happy to point out she could help with the healing, a fact that made Ryan's ears burn and his best friend giggle with further amusement.

---

"So…what's the verdict?"

It was amazing how quickly things could change. Ryan Holten had learned that at various points in his life. Those changes could make all the difference, knocking one onto a completely different path in life, and potentially ending it. Other times…that change happened regarding one's career, and relationships. Ryan knew that those were shockingly easy to screw up, and at times hard to fix. He already had one failed relationship under his belt and he didn't want another, especially not with the most amazing that he'd ever met.

She'd spent the last several minutes reading the article that he'd written on her, the breakout star of the latest Dead or Alive tournament. What better place to read it then on the beach? Lying on her backside while he applied sunscreen to her body. Momiji had enjoyed every second of it, as had Ryan, who consciously held himself back as best he could. That was rather hard to do when she was red and white-stripped halterneck strig bikini and bottom. To the side lay a folded up set of denim hot pants that she'd seductively removed a little while ago. Ryan couldn't tell rather it was better or worse that she'd taken them off, in other words, his mind couldn't stop running wild.

Sitting up with the printed out papers in hand, Momiji made a show of her soon-to-be revealed opinion. She tended to enjoy doing this, with him. For someone who was perhaps having the kindness of a saint, she sure did like to keep people on edge; she definitely enjoyed it. The fact that she and Ryan were ow dating seemed to give her extra incentive to do it with him.

"…You were honest about me. Honest in that I was a newcomer to the tournament, yet you pointed out that I had the training and experience needed to make it to finals as I did. On the other hand, you didn't hesitate to point out my weaknesses, namely how my jujutsu was efficient, but it could be countered by other moves."

"Well, I don't think there's anything as a perfect fighting style. If there is, I haven't seen it yet." He replied.

"Now then…as for me as a person…you didn't twist facts, not even regarding my…occupation as a kunoichi. Speaking of which, thank you for not revealing too much about that."

"Hey, I know there are some things that shouldn't make it into print. So, in the end…I just wrote you as I came to know you." His hands went up in a defeated expression, like he was waving surrender to her in some private battle between the two of them. "And who you are is a strong and incredible woman. And I took especial notice of your eyes."

"Hmmmm, I have heard my eyes compared to amber before." Momiji looked out to the Pacific Ocean with a distant look in her eyes. Ryan knew it and had come to learn some of the reasons behind it. "My sister…she had similar eyes. They were kinder than mine." Her right hand moved to grasp his left. "Thank you for mentioning her, and keeping the details as thin as possible."

"It was the truth, just…lacking the finer details. No need for people to know them." Hearing the story had been…painful, but somewhere inside, Ryan wasn't surprised. There had always been ugly rumors about the Vigoor Empire; unfortunately, not only were they true, but they were just the tip of the iceberg. At least he could rest knowing that the evil that had founded the empire and festered in it was gone. But not before it'd taken much from the people of the Hayabusa Village. "Okay, I think that's enough beating around the bush. What's the score?"

Putting the printed-out article atop the beach towel, Momiji clasped his cheeks, framing his face. It wasn't like Ryan had any intention of looking away from her, especially when she kissed him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing in close against him. It almost felt like it was their first time kissing since coming to the beach, but it was actually their third one.

"You did an incredible job, and thank you." The amber-eyed beauty whispered in gleeful voice.

"Thank you, Momiji." The American redhead whispered back. "I tried to do you justice, not as you boyfriend, but as a journalist."

"I my humble opinion, you succeeded." Smiling from ear to ear, he grabbed the kunoichi around the waist and rolled over with her. Momiji happily squealed feeling herself suddenly rolled onto her backside, then she rolled them over so she was on top of him. Her boyfriend's cheeks turned as red as his air, realizing the positions they were in. The kunoichi was aware of the position as well, as evident by the blush on her face. His black and red-colored swim trunks had a nice-sized bulge forming in them. "Ryan,"

"I-I-I-I-aahhh!"

A grin formed on her face as she sensually rocked her body against his, causing the bulge in his pants to grow. Finally, she was seeing the flustered face that he so adamantly avoided making; all it took was about two and a half weeks of getting to know each other and entering into a relationship.

Ryan was tempted to say something like they were in public, something that normally would have made Momiji pause, but he knew that wouldn't do any good. He was sensing that something had been…unleashed inside of the black-haired woman. There was an amorous side to the kunoichi…and Ryan was rather happy that it was coming out. He just felt like in public wasn't the place for it, not where others could see it. Ryan recognized it as coming out for him and him alone. With the realization of a dream had came an awakening in him as well.

"Ooooohhh…" Cried the kunoichi feeling his firm hands groping her buttocks. Normally, she'd have slapped his hands away, but ever since starting their relationship, she'd grown more and more comfortable with the idea of Ryan touching her in a romantic manner. Truth be told…Momiji had even come to long for it. Currently, her mind was filling with thoughts of the two of them becoming more physically intimate with each other; she knew it was only a matter of time before she was unable to hold them back and acted on them.

"Aahhhh…"

Ryan finally decided he was glad that she'd lost her denim hot pants, and that she'd gone with such a sexy bikini. It was one of several that she'd bought. His mind buzzed with what other styles of bikinis she'd bought; thanks to being the runner up, Momiji had quite a bit of money to spend, plus, there was the small "bonus" he could contribute thanks to his one-man heroism during her final match.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He called to her.

Putting both hands against his chest, she nodded. "I-I-I…R-R-Ryan," she whispered then shuddering in sexual bliss. "M-M-My butt…my body…I-I'm…prettier than your ex, r-r-right?"

"Hell yeah, you are. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." Lifting his upper body up, he groped her ass cheeks and slammed his lips against hers. Momiji's eyes widened, then immediately closed as she threw herself into the kiss. It was now him rocking his body against hers, making her moan into his mouth as she came under sensual assault. She let it be known she was disappointed when he pulled away from her lips. "But you'll look even better on a surfboard."

In spite of the surging euphoria on the verge of overwhelming her, Momiji managed to temporarily regain control of herself. "A-A-Ah, l-l-looking for another opportunity to teach me how to surf?"

"You did agree to come out here to Huntington Beach, one of the best surfing spots in the whole country. You came here with a guy raised in Hawaii, what else would you expect from those two things?"

Grinning, she pecked him on the nose. "I think I'm ready to begin my lesson, Ryan-sensei."

He hoisted her up in his arms and walked her over to their two surfboards, laying flat by their little beach spot. Mere minutes later the two boards got some use, and the two most definitely got wet.

"Say, Ryan, are all those photos going to stay with you?" Innocently asked the Japanese woman.

"Yep, sorry, but I'm selfish like that." He declared bringing her in for a kiss on the cheek. Momiji laughed and rested her head on his shoulder.

They'd gotten used to this position, and they were quite happy with it. From time to time, the interaction seemed even more mystical. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, both seemed to be on fire in different ways. When Ryan looked down at Momiji, her jet-black hair and amber eyes shined like a bonfire. He felt his heart leap into his throat when he looked deeply into her eyes, feeling mesmerized by them. The sentiment went both ways as the kunoichi would glance up at the face of her beloved.

His crimson red hair glowed as did his emerald-green eyes, eyes that Momiji had been utterly captive by since she first laid eyes on them. They were different from her master's; very rarely did they turn sharp as razors. She was able to see them cackle with amusement more often than she did Master Ryu's. That cackling light wet well with the amused smirks and smiles he wore, such as right now.

The more I think about it, the more sure I am. I…I think that this feeling inside of me is definitely pointing me in that direction. The last near three weeks had been absolutely wonderful, and she had Ryan to thank for part of it, actually a large chunk of it. Particularly, last two days she'd spent on "vacation" with him had been the best; any time she thought of returning to the village ad leaving him made her heart ache. Her heart also ached when she thought of leaving him and not having…claimed him as hers, and her his. Momiji had felt her heart growing heavier with such thoughts over the last two hours, as the sun continued its descent toward the horizon signaling the day's end. Perhaps it was symbolic of something else ending as well.

It felt like just yesterday they were going their separate ways in regards to hotel rooms. The transition had been cemented the night of the finals. Going to sleep asleep a beautiful woman while recovering from a foolhardy act of heroism, Ryan had never pictured himself in such a position, but he was happy that it'd happened. He was even happier that one night had become many, including now.

Without a doubt, they were making the most of their vacation to Huntington. A nice hotel, thousands of dollars in reward money (and savings) to spend, and eight days of pure leisure time. What more could they have asked for?

---

Once they got back to their suite, clarity came into focus.

Ryan could sense the shift in the kunoichi as she took their bags and sat them down, the took hold of his hands. He could feel her pulse through them, quickening by the second. Looking into her eyes, he could see the stirring in her.

"You've been a gentleman ever since we met, well, most of the time." They both laughed at the remark.

His cheeks flushing, the American looked down at their interlocked hands. "I've only tried to be the kind of man that you deserve-a good way. I'm not going to lie and say I haven't thought about you in that way, I sure as hell have."

"And so have I, Ryan." Momiji said causing his eyes to widen. "Considering we've both had these thoughts…" She raised their hands up between them, almost level to level with their chests. Both could feel their hearts frantically beating in anticipation. "Ryan, I think we both know what happens now…and what we both want to happen."

"Last time," the redhead murmured, his green eyes burning like candles. "You really sure you want to do this, Momiji? Once we do this…I…I…I won't be able to stop."

The flame-like glow was reflected in her eyes. The kunoichi nodded while running her left hand through the back of Ryan's dark red strands. "That makes two of us, and hell yeah, I'm sure."

Her smile was quickly contrasted by his wide and audacious one. Momiji followed him for a tense second before their lips met. Their first kiss had been little more than half an hour ago, yet to them it felt like an eternity. If this was going to become a regular thing between them than they were fine with it, maybe better than fine.

The shrine maiden was surprisingly aggressive, or maybe not. As he kissed her and eventually held her up by her legs, Ryan looked back on their interactions the past couple of days. It was clear that she was falling for him and he was beyond excited and grateful for that. He was certainly happy to have the female ninja's bare legs wrapped around his waist. The sheer euphoria pumping through him almost made him lose his balance. The dizziness only grew as she deepened the kiss. Ryan could tell the pent-up desire within her was exploding second by second, and he was damn happy for it. He was in a similar state as evident by his raging erection. He was sure that Momiji could feel it; she suggestively rubbed herself against him causing his member to further harden.

She was most definitely aware of it, as she had been several times before, and feeling it against her made Momiji's mind spin even faster. Ryan still had his pants and so did she, but she felt a burning desire to get rid of their clothes. Not just their pants, but her bikini top as well. With each second she felt the American's cock pressing against her, the yearning grew stronger and stronger. Breaking from his lips with a pop, she stared at him with red lips, an open mouth, and twinkling eyes.

"R-R-Ryan…Ryan…take me!" She shouted, subconsciously shaking her hips against his. "I-I've decided that…you're the one. You're the one I shall-mmmmppph!" Momiji was actually a little happy he didn't let her finish. Trying to talk took a considerable amount of effort on her and her American lover had just saved her that. Now, she could focus all of her attention on kissing him back.

In spite of his senses being bombarded by a barrage of erotic bullets, he had enough cognitive ability to move, and do so with a shred of rationality. Though his face was obscured by Momiji's, he knew where he was going-the only place where they could go.

The pair tumbled to the bed, still making out, almost desperate to devour each other's lips. Momiji's back hit the sheets, her arms and legs still wrapped around her new boyfriend's body. Now that they had a solid foundation to support them, they could begin throwing all that they had into each other, literally. Still clothed, the couple started grinding their bodies against one another. It was infuriating and arousing, the continued nature of their clothed lower halves. That wouldn't last long, yet at the rate the two were going, their eventual stripping seemed so far off. At the moment, it seemed all they wanted was each other's mouths, and they took it. Hands darted across bodies, nails sinking down and scratching at backsides, leaving marks that would potentially remain until the morning. Momiji's mind danced with prospects of "marking up" Ryan's backside; a she somewhat wanted the marks to be seen the next day when they continued their "vacation", she wanted other women to know that he was hers. Likewise, she didn't mind him leaving his mark on her, the thought actually greatly excited her.

He was certainly on his way to doing that-his lips having moved from hers and having found their way to her exposed neck. Ryan hungrily bore down on her bare shoulder, his hot lips falling upon it like drops of rain. She welcomed the continuous downpour with all her heart, moaning and shouting for more. Mercifully, her cry was answered as her redheaded lover absolutely covered her left hip with his lips, appearing everywhere across her shoulder and then black up to her neck. The second she felt his lips back on hers, Momiji made sure he couldn't leave her mouth by pushing her tongue into his, flickering it again like she was trying to glue to hers. She felt Ryan laughing against her mouth; he wasn't trying to pull away from her. Instead, he gave her more of what she wanted. Momiji moaned in excited gratitude as she received more of him. Between her legs, her pussy tingled and cried out, his cock did the same straining against his pants while pressed against her loins.

The suffocating need for air drove a wedge between their mouths. Saliva connected their red lips. Hazel brown and emerald green stared into one another for the entire thirty seconds during which the couple caught their breath. Each of those seconds seemingly dragged out leaving them with a deep yearning, yet neither moved. It was almost felt like both were in a simultaneous trance, one that ended at the exact same time for both of them. Their lungs replenished, the couple reengaged one another's lips, the thin saliva bridge closed up; when this latest kiss ended, it would likely be replaced by a new one.

Momiji was so into the kiss, she hardly realized that her body was subconsciously acting on its own. Apparently, neither did Ryan, who didn't realize he was now lying on his backside until he and Momiji separated for air. He looked up at her in wide-eyed awe; his brain only vaguely noted the fact that he was looking up instead of down. It turned out to be a better view as he saw his crush's well-endowed chest hidden behind her bikini top rise and fall with every breath she took. Her hair still remained in a ponytail, though he could easily reach up and undo it setting her silken black hair free. Shifting his eyes down, he saw his cock poking up through his shorts. It stood directly in front of the kunoichi's lower region, practically brushing up against it. Ryan looked back up, meeting Momiji's lust-ridden eyes.

She fell upon his mouth with the quickness of a falcon, seizing his lips as the raptor would its prey and not letting go. Ryan's hands shot to her hips, which he held onto with equal strength. If not for their clothes, he'd have started thrusting into her with every intention of cumming and shooting his semen straight into her pussy. He quietly resolved that he would-before this night was through, he was going to fill Momiji's pussy with his cum. Hell, as he felt her rocking her hips against his body, the thought of filling her ass crossed his mind. Ryan's cock responded to the thought with an involuntary twitch that had him clinching his teeth. Momiji saw it and read it in her own way. She began to rock her hips more aggressively against his causing his member to further harden and pulsate within his trunks. Ryan would have chuckled at the highly erotic act of trying to get him to cum if he weren't desperately fighting off the impeding orgasm. He was not going to cum in his pants, not even beneath his longtime crush!

A fire was lit within the young photographic journalist, one that burned as hot as the flames of the sun.

He waited until Momiji broke from him for air. Admittedly, it was painful breaking the kiss, but the consolation was staring into her obviously glazed over eyes. Ryan was highly pleased to see any shred of coherent thought had left her; it made her look absolutely beautiful and made his plan all the easier to execute.

The shrine maiden was able to briefly cry out in alarm as the world flipped on her. She felt the bed sheets beneath her fingers and against her face indicating she'd been flipped onto her side with her ass sticking up in the air. Momiji's eyes widened as she felt a pair of rough hands on it, they were pulling at something elastic. Her eyes widened to saucers as time slowed to a crawl.

…Yes. I want him to do it. Ryan, I want you to-

"Since you seemed so eager on making me cum, I'm going to give you what you want, Momiji." Came his husky voice.

It sent bolts of euphoric lighting coursing up her spine. She knew she only had a window of opportunity large enough for one sentence; she had a feeling if she told him no, he'd stop immediately. Momiji had no intention of saying no.

Fingers gripping the sheets, she screamed, "Fuck me however you want, Ryan!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

The dual scream bounced across the room before flying out through the balcony where it rode the nightly wind.

"YOU'RE SO FUCKING TIGHT, JUST LIKE I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU'D BE, MOMIJI!"

"R-R-RYAN, Y-YOU'R COCK…YOUR COCK…IT FEELS SO GOOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE OF ME!"

Hearing those words was like dousing an already burning forest with oil. The fire erupted, magnifying tenfold. His eyes ablaze, the American thrust his hips forward, ramming his cock straight through the shrine maiden's hymen and thus taking her maidenhood in a single go. Whatever virgin purity she had was lost. Her mixed scream of pain and pleasure pulled Ryan's mind back, only barely. As he felt blood trickling down his member, he seemed to realize exactly what he'd just done. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Momiji looked back at him.

"It's okay, baby." She said with a smile that wasn't forced as far as he could see. "Move it, and fuck me until I'm a drooling mess on this hotel bed."

"Oh, you bet your sweet ass that's what I'm going to do!" As quickly as his conscious mind had been pulled back, it was thrown to the wayside as if by Momiji herself. With a lustful grin, he pulled his hips back before thrusting them forward, repeating the motion several more times in the span of just a few seconds. Momiji howled in ecstasy with each thrust, her vaginal walls tightening around his rushing penis. Spurning on by that tightening, he rocked his hips forward and back at greater speeds. Ryan kept a tight hold of her hips as he took the kunoichi from behind. The pain that he'd seen her face was but a distant memory within the timespan of seconds, now there was only mind-numbing pleasure for the both of them. "That's it, scream so more! More!"

"I've never felt this good in my entire life! This feeling…this amazing hot feeling…! Ryan, harder! Harder, please!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your pussy's tighter and hotter than I ever thought it would be!"

Lewd slapping filled the hotel room as the couple utterly threw themselves into the sexual act. One might say it'd been building up since the moment they'd laid eyes on each other in Tokyo. Momiji had been impressed and even a little attracted to Ryan since then, and he'd bee enamored with her all the way as far back as Sky City Tokyo. As he pounded into her from behind, he wished he could fling a message back in time to tell his past self that his infatuation would be rewarded, in spades.

Likewise, Momiji would have told her past self that entering the Dead or Alive Tournament would lead to experience the best thing in the world-sex. Hot, raw, unapologetic fucking that that already had her seeing stars in the bed board.

SMACK!

"Ooooooooohhhhh! A-A-Amazing! That felt amazing, Ryan!" Shouted the shrine maiden, her cheeks crimson red, a color her ass would soon be taking the color of.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"So, the Shrine Maiden of the Dragon Ninja Clan likes it rough, who knew." Lustful grinned the American not breaking the speed of his thrusts.

Momiji whipped her head back showing him her red-faced grin. She looked so far removed rom the dignified but shy young woman he'd gotten to know over the past couple of days. She looked happier than when they'd been on the beach or in the bookstore. "Only at the hands of her boyfriend."

Ryan's grin grew even wonder at the title that he'd officially been given. He hadn't pressed Momiji into calling him that throughout their time together over the last two days, even though he wanted to be called that. As must as he lusted after the kunoichi, he wasn't going to force her into anything she didn't want to do, including seeing him in a light that she herself didn't have. As the last several minutes had shown, she indeed saw him in that light, and he was determined to prove himself worthy of the title. That determination was put into each thrust he made into her pussy, which sung in erotic delight at each one. Her vaginal walls were continuously squeezing around his member as if they were trying to crush it, or perhaps force out the delicious masculine juices that were building up within it. Ryan could feel that build-up himself; the release was inevitable, but he was going to drag this out for as long as he could, for Momiji's sake just as much as his.

His eyes were entirely focused on her shaking body. Her long back ponytail cut a line down her sweat-covered back which he'd been clawing at just a few minutes ago. The redheaded American was near mesmerized by it, just as he was utterly captive by her nonstop moans and shouts of sexual gratification. He called forth a greater one with each thrust he made into her smoldering hot pussy.

"Fucking hell…Momiji, baby…you're hot, so damn hot!" With his own eyes he'd seen her produce fire and use it in battle. That fire was also internal-symbolized in her warm and caring personality. Ryan was overjoyed to find it didn't stop there, her fire truly was internal, literally. "Momiji…oh, shit!" Each second that passed, he thrusted into her, and her walls scorching hot walls tightened in response. Ryan knew he was going to cum soon, but he was determined to hold it back and prolong this wondrous feeling. It was easily a hundred times better than that of his ex, maybe a thousand times better. Biting his lip, he looked down at the ninja's sweat-covered back, briefly covered by her jet-black ponytail. It was constantly moving, continuing to mesmerize him. The fascination reached up and took hold of him, moving his body subconsciously.

"OOOOOOHHHH! R-RYAN! RYAN! YESSSSSS!"

Had she been able to think rationally, Momiji would have been incredibly embarrassed. It was one thing to enjoy being taken in "doggy style" as it was called nowadays, and enjoy it a lot. To enjoy having her hair pulled while doing so? Oh, she could only imagine the scandalized and even outraged faces that this would invoke back in the village. Strangely enough, that actually furthered her arousal instead of quelling it.

"MORE!" she shouted. "MORE, RYAN!"

Her ponytail made an excellent rein as he fucked her senseless. Admittedly, he never in his wildest dreams thought about doing it, but now he had one more activity to add to their future lovemaking.

Oh, hell yeah, we're doing this again! We'll do this every time we can get together! He shouted with triumphant glee.

The couple's screams were like thunder, escaping out through the balcony, potentially loud enough to echo across the beach. The young photographer had his left hand gripping the shrine maiden's shaking hip while his right held onto her ponytail, yanking it hard thus pulling her against him. Tears of sexual bliss streamed down her eyes and drool streamed down the sides of her lips. Were she looking into a mirror, Momiji would have been surprised to find she had pink hearts dancing in her eyes, they went well with the crimson-color of her cheeks. Her lover's face was somewhat similar, Ryan's face was doing its best to compete with his fiery red as sweat ran down it, same as hers. Both of their mouths were stretched open in endless screams. Their hearts seemed on the verge of exploding inside of their chests.

"RYAN! I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"ME TOO, MOMIJI!"

She couldn't look back at him, but she would if she could. Momiji wanted Ryan to see her face as she came for the first time in her life, she wanted to engrain the image into his head just as they both would forever remember the feeling. She fervently wished that one of his cameras was set up so they could memorialize the moment, alas, it was going to have to stay buried in their hearts. Perhaps it was more romantically fitting that way.

"AAAAAAAHHHH! MOMIJIIIII!"

"OOOOHHH YESSSSSSSS!"

First came the photographer's man seed, shooting straight into the kunoichi's pussy from behind. Her vaginal lips sang in heavenly gratitude as it was filled to the brim with the seed of her foreign lover. As it did, her pussy expunged enough love nectar to fill a lake, it utterly consumed Ryan's gushing cock, their juices mixing together within the confines of her pussy filling Momiji with a blissful feeling she never thought that she'd experience; Nirvana, she was experiencing Nirvana. The feeling was so amazing that she didn't even notice that her ponytail had been released and Ryan was back to bucking his hips against hers. The move pushed her further and further into the divine realm. She laid flat against the mattress, her tears and drool pooling beneath her cheek.

It felt like hours until either of them had calmed down. Ryan remained upright though still buried deep in his girlfriend's pussy; it naturally felt warmer and wetter than ever. Just a simple move and he felt like he could cum again. His lewd dream of filling Momiji's pussy with his semen had just been fulfilled. Hazy green eyes looked down at the hunched over shrine maiden, his ears registering her quick pants as she came down from her orgasmic high alongside him. Looking at her made it rather hard to do as her prone, lust-inducing body was making him want to start back up again. He knew his stamina well and that though enjoyable, a passionate fucking like that wasn't going to be enough for him. Ryan had a feeling it wasn't going to be enough for Momiji either; he'd awakened something in her that he felt he was now obligated to answer, that and he wanted to.

Finally able to, Momiji pushed herself up a little and turned her head around to look at him. All his lewd thoughts both halted and accelerated. Drool and tears dripped down her face, yet she still looked so incredibly beautiful. Her red lips were panted as he could practically see the soft breaths she was taking; it made his cock twitch within her. "Ryan", she whispered, clearly beckoning to him.

As he fell toward her, he shook his hips causing her to moan. Just as it ended, he fell atop of her, their lips connecting in a tender kiss. He lay atop of her, both of them naked and sweaty from their lovemaking.

The mood in the room had completely shifted. Seconds before it had been loud as a raging storm, but now it was as calm as the seas the pair had trotted about earlier in the day.

Ryan wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's stomach, a pensive look overcoming. "Momiji, I swear to you that I'll-"

"Don't worry about it, Ryan." She affectionately said. His face morphed into confusion causing her to giggle in amusement. "Whenever we kunoichi leave our villages for the outside world for any reason, we make sure we're on birth control. It's something of a common-sense thing amongst kunoichi."

His face fell, a new blush colored his cheeks causing him to look away in open embarrassment. "You know, I feel like I should have known that. I mean, you ninja tend to be crazy prepared, not to mention seduction missions were a thing."

"Quite so." She internally debated rather or not to reveal this next bit of information to him. While it wasn't exactly an official Hayabusa Village secret, it was one that her people…tried to keep from getting out. Their village and several others. Seeing her boyfriend's embarrassed yet cute face made her decide that he was privy to the secret; after all, he'd just taken her maidenhood and eve offered to take responsibility had she not been on birth control. "Also…well…some kunoichi do occasionally…" she trailed off knowing he would get her implication.

He did, and it made him grin. Momiji moaned as she felt him beginning to rock his body forward and back, his deep laughter rippled in her ear causing her further ecstasy. "Ah, so it's not uncommon for kunoichi to leave their villages so they can get fucked silly by outsiders, huh? I guess you have to keep your bloodlines going someway."

Momiji curled her fingers against the sheets beneath her. "T-T-That's…o-one w-w-way to look at it. T-T-The village elders s-s-sometimes realize that…t-t-talent a-a-and….p-p-potential lie outside of the villages' walls. W-W-We n-n-ninja c-c-can't exist in a complete bubble, e-e-especially w-when the outside world can seem so…intrusive."

There was something off in the grunt of approval he made. Momiji realized what it was when he pulled back and thrusted into her pussy with vigor.

"Aaaaaahhh!"

"And the kunoichi, I've got a feeling that they have a different reason for venturing into the outside world." He theorized, still whispering into her ear in that sexy, husky voice that sent a tingle up her spine. "You're hungry, aren't you? Hungry for big, strong cocks and men and maybe even women, who can fuck you senseless and make you forget about everything you've trained, for right? Isn't that right, Momiji?"

She could feel herself on the verge of another orgasm. Momiji was torn between answering her boyfriend's question and biting her lips to keep that from happening. Eventually, she made a choice. "C-C-Correct." She whimpered. Steeling herself. She attempted to push back. Her plow earned a throaty grunt from the man atop of her, and a kiss to her head. Smiling, she did so again. "N-N-Not that the men in the village aren't charming and kind, m-m-many would make fine husbands!"

"But sometimes, you kunoichi want a little something more." Ryan declared. "You want to go out into the outside world, meet someone, love them." As he spoke, he pulled his cock out, practically to the point where only his tip remained. Momiji felt it, she sensed what was coming and looked back to him with lustful hunger in her eyes. It was so pleasing to see. "And let them fuck your brains out."

"Ye-aaaaaaaahhhhh!" She knew he was going to interrupt her, hell, Momiji was hoping for it. "Oooooohhhh yessssss!"

"Do you want me to do that to you, Momiji? Do you want me to take you every time we're together and let me have my complete way with you!" The redhead growled now thoroughly fucking her pussy. It was made all the easier to do thanks to the residual cum that still filled her love canal. A whirlpool had seemingly formed within her vagina and it was sucking in his cock; it eagerly went in, forcing its way to the center of her.

"Yes! I do! I want no one else's cock but yours, Ryan!" Thundered the black-haired beauty. "I want you to keep on fucking me for the rest of my life! O-One day, I want you to take me without protection! Without any barriers!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

In the midst of their second round, the kunoichi had propped herself up on her hands and knees and began to buck her hips against Ryan's. The bed beneath them began to rock as their second round took off like a jet. Momiji's facial and ass cheeks burned red, the latter from being smacked by the firm hand of her American lover.

"Ah, so you're okay with it! You're okay with me someday knocking you up and having you bear my children!" Ryan shouted feeling her vaginal walls starting to tighten on his member. It was even better this time thanks to the presence of her love nectar mixed with his, it acted as type of lubricant allowing his cock to go deeper than before, were that even possible. His girlfriend was enjoying the enhanced penetration as much as he was.

"OOOOOHHH! YES, A HUNDRED TIMES YES! I'LL HAPPILY BEAR YOUR CHILDREN WHEN THE TIME COMES! I'M YOURS, RYAN! I'M YOUR WOMAN! YOUR KUNOICHI CUM DUMP!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

He was hitting her ass with such fervor he seemed tried to mark it, give physical form to the claim that had just been made. Ryan would lay his claim to the buxom Japanese woman in another way, for the second time. Her wet walls tightened even more around him as his cock rammed against the kunoichi' quivering core. An eruption was coming for her just as he felt his own impeding orgasm approaching. Ryan felt his lower regions tensing to the point where he couldn't hold back his release for another few seconds. One more thrust and that would do it.

"RYAN!"

But as she was in battle, Momiji was faster.

Wide-eyed, the photographer felt his cock become bathed in delicious love nectar from all sides. He almost lost control of himself, but a sliver of control remained; he seized on it and used it to thrust his hips forward, blasting her uterus with his semen for the second time in one night. It was yet another lewd dream of his made real-cumming not once but twice in the love canal of the shrine maiden. He tainted her, marked her, for the second time, this time it was definitively as his woman.

"MOMIJI!"

Her mouth hung open as her essence and that of her lovers mixed together for the second time within her womanhood, wondrous heat filling her womb and bringing with it waves of sexual gratification. Momiji could have sworn her heart was seconds away from exploding in pure joy. Her arms faltered as the waves completely overpowered her, it was a miracle that she hadn't toppled to the bed again, drooling and cumming like the fucked stupid woman that she was. Again, Momiji wished that Ryan had taken a picture of her in that moment.

After almost five minutes of cum pouring into her, the strength in her arms finally gave out sending her forward onto the bed for a second time. The kunoichi couldn't feel anything below her waist, such was the raw ecstasy that she was feeling. She once again happily drooled into the pillows, her ass still stuck up in the air as Ryan pumped rope after rope of cum into her. As her pussy was already stuffed full of cum, quite a bit of it began to lick down her legs onto the bed.

So…this is what they mean when they say making a mess of the bed. She whimsically thought with a euphoric smile.

It might as well have been hours until they finally separated their bodies from each other. The shrine maiden's ass had been thoroughly desecrated. It and her bikini bottom and short-shorts. Cumming twice, both times somewhat roughly at that. It was something absolutely unbecoming of the Dragon Shrine Maiden, one would say that she'd been put under the spell of Māra himself. One look at her face though and one could conclude that her duties were a long, long way from her mind. Momiji looked like a woman who was quite happy she'd just had the living daylights fucked out of her, and she was giddy with the thought of it happening again in the future. More so given at some point she fully planned on becoming pregnant with her lover's child. The lustful yet somewhat romantic and even loving thought made her smile shine brighter. With that shining smile, she pushed herself up and looked back at the man who would be the father of her child and be by her side forever more.

Sweat poured down Ryan's face as exhaustion started to creep up on him. Looking at his new girlfriend's smiling face burned it away. Momiji's smile had an empowering effect on him, such an empowering effect that he felt like he could lift mountains. He lifted her upper body into his arms for a short but passionate kiss. Once it finished, he rolled the two of them over so he was lying on his back with her atop of him. She laughed at the consider act, reaching up and stroking his sweat-covered face.

The couple laid in that position for several minutes, letting the outside wind serve as a melody to their brief intermission. As they relaxed, Ryan suggestively moved his hands across his girlfriend's body. He chuckled in realizing he'd taken her while she still had her clothes on, though they were certainly going to need to spend some time in the wash. The same could be said for his shorts as they were also stained with the juices of their lovemaking. Momiji was aware of that as she lovingly whispered into his ear if he'd ever slept in the nude before. He'd turned the question back on her asking if she had and got a response.

"Once." She giggled.

"Only once, huh? What season?"

"Spring. It was during an unexpected heat wave. I…decided that I might sleep easier if I discarded all my clothes." He kissed the side of her head. "It…worked. On a summer night like tonight, I don't see the problem in doing so again." Giggling, she raised her body then lower it down. "Especially since I'll have someone there with me in case it gets too cold."

"This has got me looking forward to the winter. Especially Christmas." Ryan laughed.

"Meet too, though I…Ryan, I'm not sure if you'd want to spend Christmas with your family or…with me in the village. If you want, I'd be willing to spend it with your family." Momiji said.

With another laugh, he kissed the side of her head. "That's about five months away. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Hell, to get there I think I'm going to have to avoid being bisected or decapitated by the world's greatest ninja."

Momiji giggled while rocking her buttocks against his waist. "Oh, Master Ryu isn't that scary. He knows that I'm growing into my own person and I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. I'm sure he'll be fine with it." It was amazing how in sitting upright she was still able to feel her boyfriend's stiff member inside of her. Momiji panted as she felt the still hard rode twitch within her through the two torrential surges of cum that had befallen her pussy. By the gods, he's…so hard, he's still so hard. He really is a keeper. Thought the hazel-eyed woman as she took a few seconds to gather her breath. Ryan patiently waited for her gather herself. Once she did, she looked back at him with her trademark smile, though it was tinged with an undeniably romantic blush on her face. "And as for the village's elders…well, like you said, we'll cross that bridge when we get there, but I'm going to fight for you.

Rya sat upright, once more wrapping his arms around her waist. "And I'll fight for you, Momiji, even if I have to do trial by combat." She burst into amused laughter that he followed her after. "Seriously though, will I have to do that?"

"It's happened in the past, but I don't think they'll make you do that. You could if you want to, though. I'd love to train you for that."

"Hmm, maybe we could do that, with or without the trial anything."

"Ryan," she whispered in a tender voice. It preceded another kiss that left them both breathless as they put their hearts into it. She continued to moan in sexual pleasure as he reached up and groped her breasts through her bikini. Ryan moaned as he felt her vaginal lips tingle around his cock. Neither of them seemed too worried about going for a third rank, they certainly would have relished doing it. As enjoyable as that would have been, Momiji had a different idea. "We've made such a mess; I think it's time we cleaned it up a little bit."

Breathing hard, she pushed herself up, removing herself from Ryan's hardened seven-inch rod. In its removal, streams of cum fell from her twice excavated pussy. Now that it knew the taste of a man's semen, it would continuously hunger for more, namely Ryan's. Momiji already missed the feeling of fullness that his cock brought, but she was determined to do what she felt needed to be done, that and she wanted to.

Though he mourned the loss of her pussy wrapped around his member, Ryan felt it was made up for by the sight of her fucked stupid ass. He'd fucked her pussy twice, and would have fucked her asshole if she'd let him or she didn't already have an idea in mind. Her bikini bottom and hot pants had thick dark stains across them; looking at them, Ryan felt incredibly proud of himself, though a little saddened since Momiji had just bought them.

She made a show of taking them off, no doubt for his viewing pleasure. Ryan's breath hitched as he watched her shake off her pants and undergarments near in front of him. He was tempted to reach up and help her do so, but he was frozen stiff in watching her. The redhead's cheeks flushed red as he laid eyes on her now obstructed ass. Momiji looked back at him with a flirty smirk. Her pants and bikini bottom were dropped off on the right side of the bed, the side they were closest to. Still smiling at him, she reached back and began to undo halter neck bikini top. Ryan's cock twitched, it practically pulled his upper body forward until his he was right there with her, helping her undo it. In seconds, it was undone and deposited to the side with her lower garments. Momiji sat atop his lap naked and sweaty.

Ryan couldn't contain himself, he groped her breasts, finally relishing in having the big and softy orbs in his hands. Momiji moaned in lustful approval at his actions, goading him to knead them harder. There was no need for incentive, he had access to them and he was going to play with them. She responded to his kneading by rocking her hips against his waist causing his member to further harden. A small spurt of pre-cum shot out, further staining the bedsheets. Though it was only a small spurt, barely enough to fill up a cup, Momiji wished it'd landed inside of her. Luckily, she had a plan for the next few drops.

"Lie back." She whispered to him and he immediately obeyed. The American photojournalist laid back against the stained bed, not at all minding the wetness he felt beneath him. His trained nose detected Momiji's scent on making it slight pleasant to smell. Ryan breathed out shallow breaths as his pants and briefs were slid off leaving him as naked as his girlfriend. Momiji looked to his erect cock with a lustful smile that made his heart slam against his chest. He waited for her to go down on his cock as he could see the hunger in her eyes.

Momiji felt a strong pull toward her boyfriend's meaty blade. Two orgasms and it was still so hard and ready for use. She hungrily wrapped her fingers around it, lightly pumping it making him groan in the back of his throat.

"M-Momiji," Ryan grunted.

"Like I said, we've made quite a mess, Ryan. You'll be a good man and lean up your mess, won't you?" She beckoned while fluttering her eyes at him. Red-faced, he nodded his head in eager acceptance. With a lick of her lips, she moved, though not in the way he expected.

Ryan's heart again slammed against his chest as he was presented with the kunoichi's rear end. He buried the back of his head against the pillows and groaned as he felt Momiji's hot breathing against his penis. His nose wrinkled as he smelt the wet residual cum leaking of out of her ass. She was right, they had made quite a mess and he had to do his part to clean it up.

"AAAAHHHH!" Both of them simultaneously shouted. It was only their first licks; however, those short but sweet licks sent pure lightning coursing through the both of them. His tongue licked up a stream of cum that had poured down ass and hers had left a wet line in the blanket of cum that had consumed his cock. The shock didn't fade away, it energized both of them into licking each other more and more, countless more erotic bolts following suit.

A far-cry from their earlier mating, the fleshy noses of this round were noticeably quiet, though a tad more constant. This was no doubt due to both lovers using their mouths to work the other, and they were attempting to do a thorough job. Momiji furiously licked up around Ryan's cock, the thick smell nearly knocking her out, the more she licked though the more intoxicated by it she became. A similar story could be used to described Ryan, who affectionately licked up his lover's pussy and her ass, all of which he'd made sure to stain with his essence. He'd also made sure to leave her cheeks looking as red as possible. Now it was his chance to heal the redness, and he did so with gusto. Momiji approved his efforts as she sensually rocked her hips back into his face. Not one to be outdone, Ryan thrusted his hips upward as best he could.

The erotic licking sounds were a constant ringing in the hotel room. Though the bed didn't rock, the couple's bodies certain did. They were in constant, erotic motion as they eat one another out. Electric tingles circulated through their bodies, furthering their lustful activities.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Oooooooohhhh!"

Their intention had been to clean up a mess, but a new one was rapidly taking its place. As Ryan licked up the cum over Momiji's ass, he left his salvia cross her buttocks. His tongue jabbed into her vagina causing her walls to tighten and shake in amorous affection. It was the start of another orgasm. Ryan felt himself on the verge of one as well thanks to the actions of his girlfriend.

After mostly licking his cock clean of cum, Momiji moved to sandwich it between her breasts. "My tits…this is…what they're meant for. Yes, I'm sure of it." She murmured in an almost sing-song-like voice as she massaged Ryan's cock using her mounds. Her mind had completely degenerated as she gave a titfucky to her American lover, something she had a feeling he'd always wanted. "Mmmmmmm! Paaaaaaaaahhhh!" Momiji moaned while sucking on his tip which managed to poke out from the twin valleys of her bouncing breasts.

"S-Shit! M-Momiji, I'm going-! Oh hell! AAHH!" Screamed the photographer as his cock erupted into a white torrent at point-blank range.

"AAAAHH!" The kunoichi screamed, shutting one eye while allowing the other to be doused in cum. With her mouth open, she was able to catch some of the cum shooting up into her, though quite a bunch of ended up splashing across her face.

Oh God, at this rate, we're going to be up all night. Immediately after contemplating that, Ryan decided that wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. After all, they were both on vacation so they could take all the time they needed. "Huh?"

"Fufufu…Ryan, I want more of your delicious cock. This meaty rod and this sweet nectar." Stated the Dragon Shrine Maiden as she flicked her tongue across his still cum-stained member. It'd begun to lose a little bit of its hardness, but her tongue quickly brought it back up to full mast. Once it was back to full hardness, she repeated her earlier actions of pumping it with her breasts, now also soaked in his cum. "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhh!"

Through his ever-growing arousal, Ryan chuckled. Oh yeah, she's hooked. She's my girl now. A drop of pre-cum leaked from Momiji's pussy, shaking its right in front of him. Grinning, he reached up and licked it. And I'm your man, Momiji.

"EEEEEKKK! AAAAAAH…AAAHHHH…AAHAAAAAHHH!" R-R-Ryan's…licking my…h-he's still licking my…! "AAAAAAAAAHHH! RYAN! RYAN, Y-YOU'RE GOING MAKE ME-!" She felt both his hands on her ass, holding it down as he aggressively ate it out. Regaining her bearings, Momiji brought her lips back down upon his penis. She sucked it as fervently as she had before, hellbent on making it erupt in another blast of white deliciousness. I am truly his woman! I can't and won't ever think of another man save for him! He will be the one…who…impregnates me! Who fathers the next-! "HUAAAAAHHHAAAAHHH!"

A bomb of feminine nectar exploded, and Ryan Holten, luckily, he was prepared for it. Open-mouthed, he took the white blast with gusto, slurping up the feminine nectar with gusto. Spurned on by it, Momiji sucked the tipoff his straining cock one final time and was rewarded with an orgasmic blast of her own. Both lovers ended up moaning into each other's respective organs as they rode out their orgasms together. Cum leaked down their mouths and the sides of their heads, reaching the sheets beneath them.

Yes, in cleaning up one mess, they'd made another, something they both laughed at when they broke away and caught their breath a few minutes later.

"This is turning into the best night of my life." Momiji briefly giggled as she hugged her redheaded boyfriend. "Well, it's actually getting better, something I didn't know was possible."

"Well, like my dad always said, just keep on holding on, eventually things will get better. It's sure as hell gotten better for me," pulling her in close, he pecked her on the nose. "And I think it's gotten better for you, Momiji."

"It has, so much better." She cooed. Her hazel eyes shined like gold as she looked into his emerald green. Momiji felt a familiar feeling overtaking her as she lifted her left right and draped it over Ryan's. Grinding it against him, she watched his formerly leap cock regain its previous rigidity. She giggled at the sight. "You've made me an addict to this." Her right hand reached down and stroked his member.

"Aaaarrgghhhh…well, it goes both ways. I'm addicted to your pussy, Momiji." He replied.

"Then…how's about another round?" His eyes lit up like fireworks. She was pretty sure his cock pulsated in her hand filling her with excitement. "Have you ever heard of the lotus position?"

Ryan laughed. "Why am I not surprised."

Giggling, she pulled him over a little more back to the center of the bed so he wasn't in any danger of falling off. Once he was in place, he sat up and crossed his legs and she sat in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his member in the process. Momiji affectionately moaned at the return of his member to her pussy. Seconds after penetrating her, Ryan began to rock her in his arms, and Momiji began to match his tempo with the rocking of her hips.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh~! That's it, Ryan! Right there, baby! Ooooohh, yesssss!" Screamed the kunoichi. There was just enough space that her breasts were able to bounce about freely, though not for long. Ryan's arms brought her against him, squishing her jiggling mounds against his chest. "More! More, Ryan! FASTER!"

Tapping into what could have been the last bowels of her strength, the redhead did as asked, kicking his thrusting up a notch. "So fucking hot…hot like an inferno! Momiji! Momiji!" Seconds after screaming her name twice, Ryan took her lips. The maiden shoved her tongue against his, affectionately moaning into the kiss as it went on and on until they broke for air. Their lips may have separated, but their hips continued to go at it.

"MMMAAAAAAHHH! YES! OOOOOHHH YESSSS!"

"YOUR HOT PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, MOMIJI!"

His cock was hitting her core so fast it was practically moving at the speed of light, or that's how Momiji felt. It checked what she believed were the "three requirements" of a man's penis: big, hard, and able to penetrate her like a drill. Ryan had proved that before, but now, he was cemented his certification of all three. He held her as he rocked his body more and more, an orgasm building within him just as much as her.

Feeling her vaginal muscles tighten up, the Dragon Shrine Maiden clenched even harder at her lover's body. Coincidentally, she felt like a dragon clinching its prized pearl. Ryan was her pearl and she'd do anything and everything to protect and be with him, just as he would do the same for her. She felt his cock tensing, straining against the confines of her fleshy walls. Knowing what was coming, she raised her hips up then brought them down, throwing her head back as his growth slid up her pussy.

"MOMIJIIIII!"

"RRRRYYYYAAAAANN!"

Momiji felt the hot thickness of Ryan's cum filling her vagina just as it burst into wet ecstasy. Going for three, her pussy became a mixing chamber for her juices and those of the American's. She took that with a smile as did Ryan, who leaned forward to kiss her. Lip-locked, they fell together, rocking the bed one last time as their bodies orgasmed. Said orgasm expanded the last of their strength leading them to collapse onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

Originally, they planned on hitting the town once more, but as they lay together, panting together, they figured that it wouldn't hurt to spend the night in. They had the next couple of days to themselves.

They both knew they would have to separate eventually, but it wouldn't be permanent. Even if they went back to their respective lives, they'd find each other again, and they would have more moments like this. That wasn't a promise, it was a simple fact, and it was one that they both took immense joy in. Relishing in that solace, they cuddled up with one another.

Fin.

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There it goes, my first Dead or Alive story. As short as I tried to keep it, my urge for detail won out leading to this somewhat long and hopefully fluffy and sexy story. Hopefully I made the sex as steamy as a DoA story warrants. I've got plenty more story ideas for different ladies getting the ever-loving shit fucked out of them (and enjoying it). I will be returning to Momiji, hopefully in a few weeks for a birthday fic of her and Ryan. Until next time, farewell!