Acceptance
Thank Awaken the Asylum for being my Beta and correcting my many mistakes!
Eliot rose up from the makeshift bed in the tree hut, rubbing his eyes. The bed was made out of a bunch of branches, straw, and hay. Another bed lay beside his own, although its occupant had already left. "Ayane?" he mumbled, wondering where his purple-haired kunoichi lover had gone. Eliot's back hurt slightly as he got up from the makeshift bed; sore but grateful that Ayane had a place for him to sleep. Eliot soon recovered from his minor back pain and looked out of the hut. Moments after looking around he spotted Ayane training what looked like to be her aim and accuracy; throwing stars into dummies filled with hay. Hoping that interfering with her training wouldn't make her angry with him, Eliot quickly dressed himself back appropriately and jumped down out of the tree hut, easily landing on the ground below and started making his way towards Ayane.
"You're up late," Ayane spoke calmly without even turning around as a ninja star struck a dummy in the middle of its temple. Eliot stopped his fast walk over to her as soon as he heard her speak. 'Wow, these ninja people are really impressive...' he thought to himself, rubbing his chin while sitting down on a log near Ayane as she hurled her shuriken stars in various, rapid patterns; her speed and precision left him impressed with her skill.
"You're really good at that," Eliot said in amazement as he watched the female ninja strike every single target without fail. "Do you always wake up to train this early?" Ayane stopped still right as she was about to let another shuriken fly from her belt before turning to meet Eliot.
"One, it's a hobby. Two, yes," she replies before quickly doing a 180-degree shuriken throw, nailing the last remaining dummy where the heart would be before turning back to Eliot. "As much fun as last night was, you need to leave. If anyone of the clan finds out an outsider was even remotely near them...-"
"I got it. I'm sorry Ayane; I never meant to put you in danger with your... clan members. I wasn't thinking," the blonde Brit spoke as he nervously ran his head down the back of his golden locks. This caused Ayane to smile; he looked cute and handsome at the same time right now.
"It's not the first time you didn't think," she teased, taking a quick step over towards Eliot, sitting on the log and leaning over enough to capture his lips in hers. It would be obvious to say that it caught him by surprise, but he reciprocated the lip lock by reaching his arms out upward, taking Ayane's smaller body and moved her down in his lap. She broke the kiss after a moment when she realized how crucial the timing of Eliot making the getaway would be. "Eliot...," she started, her hands wrapped around his neck and her feet crossed at the ankles in the grass. They both blushed a deep crimson as they stared into the other's eyes; sitting on his lap felt so good Ayane thought to herself. Protective even. It wasn't like Eliot wasn't a capable fighter, but now a problem started to rise; Ayane originally settled for a one night stand, but she found herself grow annoyingly attached to the British eighteen-year-old. "Eliot... damn it, you've got to go now."
"And why does he need to go?" came a familiar voice behind them, especially to Ayane.
"Hayate!" Ayane shouted in panic, jumping out of Eliot's arms and lap. He had also turned around to see the half-brother of his purple-haired lover standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here? How did you find out about this place?" she asked, even somewhat demanded from her older half-sibling. He was the leader of the Mugen-Tenshin clan, and as messed up as it might seem to any outsiders like Eliot, Hayate could order his own sister to be executed for getting sexually involved with an outsider so close to the clan village.
"I tracked you down last night; you never came home," he said simply. Ayane mentally cursed herself bitterly for forgetting that she had let him know she would be returning last night. "I see you've found someone special. Weren't you from the Dead or Alive tournaments?" he asked, focusing his blue eyes on a dreadfully nervous Eliot.
"Y-Yes, I attended the fourth and fifth tournaments," he spoke, standing up at attention out of respect (and fear) of Hayate. Eliot just knew he was going to have to fight for his life just for a chance to escape. He should have never followed Ayane; it just didn't seem worth it now at the moment, although last night he would have disagreed. Hayate walked over to Eliot while Ayane nervously bit her bottom lip.
"Brother-"
"It's okay," Hayate reassured her, placing his hand on Eliot's shoulder and meeting his eyes once again. "You were handpicked by Gen Fu to be his successor, correct?" Eliot felt his muscles loosen when his breathing finally started to slow down.
"Um... yes, I was... I don't know why though-" before he could finish, Ayane elbowed him in the ribs to keep him from costing himself the rare opportunity.
"Gen Fu is a great man and a master martial artist," Hayate says with a genuine smile. "If you're good enough for him to choose you as his apprentice than I have no quarrel with you and my sister. Just remember to tread carefully," he warned at the end, giving Eliot a quick serious glance before turning his attention back to Ayane. "I'll go let the village guards know of our guest. You two... behave yourselves while on your way home," he finished, causing Ayane to noticeably blush redder than any other time before, her eyes wide in embarrassment. Hayate suddenly struck a signature ninjutsu pose before disappearing in a cloud of smoke, causing Eliot to hack his lungs out…metaphorically.
"What- what was that all about?" Eliot tried to say throughout his coughing fit. Perhaps he would end up literally coughing his lungs out of his chest. Ayane normally would have found the situation to be funny if not for having the shit scared out of her by her half-brother nearly a minute ago. She placed her hand on him and helped walk him out of the smoke that had blinded and choked him, even as it rapidly faded.
"Sorry. You get used to the whole smoke bomb thing. It's how we usually make an exit; especially if armed goons are showing up," she explained. She did smile now at the fact that Hayate had accidentally- well, that Eliot had accidentally got himself caught in the smoke exit. Soon enough, he could see Ayane's beautiful face and he tried his best to smile off the discomfort from the smoke that had been in his system. "Anyway, that was my... brother, Hayate," she stuttered. Obviously, Eliot had got that part; Ayane just wasn't used to announcing her blood ties to her brother. "He seemed to think that we... well, are a couple. He did approve of you being good enough for me, though," she giggled.
"Yeah, very funny... so he approves of us?" Eliot asked her. Ayane gave him a look that he couldn't place an emotion on. She almost looked scared, surprised, and nervous all at the same time. She was however blushing and turned her head to the side so she wouldn't look at him when she began to speak this time, though.
"Eliot, I don't know about there being an "us". Last night was fun... great even, but you don't belong here. We're Ninja. We kill people, I kill people. It would never work out. You're just too innocent," she finished. Eliot admittedly felt his heart sink, but his courage grew about tenfold when he gently grabbed Ayane by the chin and moved her face up for her eyes to meet his. It was somewhat helpful that they were both the same height.
"Ayane, I won't deny that everything you just said made a lot of sense and is mostly all true." Ayane raised an eyebrow with a curious expression plastered on her face, interested in what Eliot had to say. "But I'm not as innocent as I was before. Not if it's going to keep me from being with you, not after last night."
Swiftly, he pressed his lips against hers, promptly manoeuvring the hand that held her by the chin back to crook her head while the other snaked under her arm and wrapped around her back. Ayane at first mumbled incoherently during the kiss, however soon the mumbles turned into moans and her hands reached once again around Eliot's neck. Once she reciprocated, things went further as expected from her, taking what she wanted at the moment without giving a damn and pushing her tongue inside Eliot's mouth. Their tongues danced and saliva was going everywhere on their mouths, and it continued like this long enough for Ayane to feel a bulge coming from Eliot's pants, which she quickly cupped and squeezed hard through the fabric. She broke away; her eyes and expression seemed to dare Eliot to take her again. He took a quick look around, trying to find any sign of her brother anywhere; the coast seemed clear so he went to unbuckle his trousers, shoving them down his thighs quickly. Ayane suddenly felt his semi-erect cock against her clothed thigh and it surprised her at how she could feel him from the position they were at; she blushed, looking away from Eliot.
"What's wrong?" the young British asked the Ninja. He was concerned, but her embarrassment from the heat spreading across her body, thanks to him, prevented her from saying anything.
"Nothing, keep going. Fuck me, Eliot," she responded brazenly, her expressions swiftly changing as she faced him again eye-to-eye. She quickly slid her arms under her top and lifted it off over her head, the irritating feel of the grass against her bare skin as she unclipped her bra and tossed it to the side. She could feel Eliot's cock grow harder when she removed the garment, causing her to moan, given its position near her still-clothed groin. She couldn't help herself as she slid her hand down, grabbing his length by the shaft and squeezed it almost as if to get revenge on him for accidentally teasing her. Eliot let out a gasp, grunting.
"Just... let me get these off..." he referred to her bottoms. Ayane went ahead for him, letting go of her tight squeeze on Eliot to raise her knees up, quickly pulling her tights along with her undergarment, her legs falling on both sides of Eliot's waist.
"There, now hurry up!" she impatiently demanded. She needed him right now, embarrassment long faded. Eliot smiled down at her as he quickly placed one hand on her hip, using the other one to guide the head of his member slower than Ayane would have liked into her pussy, making her let out a slight whimper. The grass tickled her back as a blast of wind passed them by, the cold breeze hardening her nipples. Eliot laid his body down against hers as he buried deeper into her, his waist constricted by her strong legs. He moved his right hand up from her thigh to cup her breast and he captured a hard nipple into his mouth. His cock pulsed as his tongue made contact with the bud; swirling against it, hearing Ayane moan louder than before. Her hand reached for the back of his head, grabbing a hold of his blonde locks and squeezing tightly. It didn't bother Eliot at all; in fact with the mood he was in, he enjoyed the hair pulling.
He started thrusting slowly into her, getting a nice feel of her warm womanhood as his right hand gripped at her left breast gently and his mouth sucked at her nipple, tugging at it as he attempted to quicken his thrusts…not an easy task when he was quite preoccupied, mouth on breast, his hand on her thigh. Ayane picked up on this and gently tugged him off her breast.
"I want to try something different. Get on your back," she simply requested. Eliot pulled out of her slowly, his cock coated in her juices. He slowly stroked himself to feel her fluids on his sensitive member just before doing as the purple-haired girl asked. She sat up and grabbed hold of his member, straddling his hips and she slowly lowering herself on top of his cock.
"Fuck, oh..." Ayane moaned in surprised. This pleasured her greatly as Eliot penetrated deeper into her than before. He enjoyed this more himself, getting not only a great view of her breasts but also the view of her, naked and unabashed as she rode him.
She placed her hands on his chest and began rocking herself at a steady pace, trying to keep her moans as quiet as possible. Now that Hayate knew about this place, she obviously wanted to keep her lovemaking in private, in case her brother or somebody he might have told helped themselves to her private location. Eliot, however, had forgotten all about Hayate and the village, his mind not nearly as well trained and enlightened as Ayane's and his lust fueled emotions controlling his actions and thoughts currently.
"God Eliot, you're... actually pretty big...," Ayane told him as she bounced on his rock hard member. Eliot grinned at the compliment, uncharacteristically not being modest of himself at the moment. Ayane noticed that Eliot's eyes weren't leaving her breasts, so she leaned back on his cock which caused the Brit to groan in pleasure, although she slowed her pace.
"Go on, touch them," she permitted, grabbing them to ensure her point. Eliot smiled, raising his torso up so now Ayane was on his lap, her breasts directly in his face. He took the opposite nipple into his mouth this time, while Ayane cupped the back of his head as if she was nursing him.
"Of course you would be a boob guy," Ayane mused while situating herself on his cock now that their position slightly changed. Eliot nodded, his head against her chest and his right hand groping her left mound, kneading the nipple between his thumb and finger as if experimenting. As much as he enjoyed sucking it and flicking his tongue around her nipple, Eliot knew he had to do much more to pleasure his purple-haired lover and looked up into her eyes, mashing his lips against hers. Ayane smiled against the kiss, finding the act to be sweet before reciprocating, eventually allowing his tongue to explore her mouth while gently rocking on his cock. Eliot's hand didn't leave her breast until they broke their make-out session to gather air. As he breathed deeply, Eliot cupped her boobs once more, fitting the bottom part of her mounds right in his palms while pre-cum soaked her insides.
"Mm... I have an idea now if I may," Eliot spoke up. Ayane raised an eyebrow as she held onto his shoulders. "Lay down... let your back face me," he suggested. Ayane curiously obliged, sliding her leg over off his waist and got into the side position. As Eliot was already laying on the ground, he simply pulled Ayane flushed against his body, skin-to-skin. Ayane felt the sweat off of Eliot's chest, as his hand raise her right leg up in an angle and his cock slid into her. She knew this is the position he had planned but it surprised her; that and the fact that he's lasted this long.
'I need to keep him around,' she thought to herself, smirking as he pounded her drenched channel, one hand on her hip to hold himself steady and the other sneaking under her petite frame to grasp a tight hold of her swaying soft flesh mound. The purple-haired woman moaned shamelessly louder in passionate lust to the point the birds had started flying from the nests in the trees when his cock plunged deeper into her core, the Brit grunting and holding on as desperate as he could while increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Not long afterwards she felt Eliot gently bite down at the crook of her neck and shoulder area, combined with the intense pleasure he was giving her, it was enough to trigger her climax and he held onto her fiercely as her body shook with pleasure, releasing her orgasm all over his cock. "Fuck, Eliot!" she almost yelled. Eliot didn't stop pumping his member into her until he felt her body relax from her heavenly spasms. He withdrew from her body and looked down at the blissful woman. Before he could even ask how his performance was (because of course he would do that,) Ayane rose up and got on her knees.
"Stand up," she practically demanded. Eliot happily did as he was asked, Ayane grasping his shaft again and slowly licked up the underbelly, making Eliot unintentionally grasp her shoulders hard. She paid it no attention; her goal right now was returning the favor and getting Eliot off. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, she eyed up at him sweetly, making him feel like he was about to blow his load already (oh God, that was a sight he'd treasure forever with her bedroom eyes). She followed up by sinking her mouth down on him, bobbing her head back and forth.
"Shit..." Eliot cursed, watching Ayane bob her mouth on his cock like a porn star. She took his hand and guided it towards her hair, knowing he would be too shy to do it on his own. His fingers grasped at her purple locks the deeper she took him in, the head of his cock scraping against the back of her throat. Soon, one deep-throat later, Ayane could feel a wave of semen shoot into her mouth, gagging on Eliot's cock. He let go of her shortly once he was finished and she leaned back to swallow, a trail of cum connecting her lips to the tip of his cock before she caught it with a finger and dipped it into her mouth with the rest. Eliot couldn't believe what had just happened, tiredly sitting on the ground, worn out. Ayane set down beside him, smiling.
"I have to admit, that was great. Even better than yesterday night at the lake," Ayane spoke up first. Eliot turned his head to meet her, giving her a goofy-looking grin, causing her to chuckle in return.
"I think we should gather our clothes... whenever I feel like I can get up and walk easier at least," Eliot responded sluggishly. Ayane had to agree; even with her physical superiority, she was severely weakened in the knees and tired.
"Agreed." The two laid side-by-side in the grass field together, slowly bringing their hands together between them.
Hours later, Ayane had just showered and stepped out of the bathroom wearing a towel around her body and another over her hair. Eliot was allowed to stay in one of the extra rooms (nor he or Ayane even dared to ask Hayate if they could share a room together). When she entered the hall which led to a number of rooms, the one third to her right being hers, she was stopped suddenly by her brother.
"Ayane, wait up," he kindly asked. When she turned around, Hayate eyed the wall, embarrassed to accidentally catch his sister right out of the shower.
"What is it, Hayate? I was heading for bed," she told the leader of the clan, an eyebrow raised. Her brother had a hand behind his back and the act made her curious. Her eyes then widened in shock when he revealed a packet of condoms.
"I got these from Zack at the last tournament... please start being careful and maybe getting a room," he said awkwardly, handing the packets to a mortified Ayane before rushing off in the opposite way. "Good night."