Chapter 3
Kunoichis' and Water
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By the afternoon of the following day, Eliot had been awake for hours, longer than he would have liked thanks to Hayate waking him up at the same scheduled time as every other clan member. The Ninja had insisted that the British martial artist join him in some private sparring deep into the forest well known of the clan; while Hayate's intentions were innocent enough of just wanting to bond and get to know his younger half-sibling's new boyfriend, Eliot was all but pleased in the harsh and different training regimen that he had to endure. It wasn't that he didn't train or didn't enjoy it, he was a fine Martial Artist, but he wasn't at all ready for Hayate's Ninjitsu and the Mugen-Tenshin-style of fighting that was so different from his style; his first "real" day there left him with a bruised cheek and a black eye from his accidents and mistakes from sparring. Hayate tried to apologize, given his good-hearted nature, but Eliot blamed himself, given his tendency to be hard on himself for mistakes.

As the two males walked down the hill from the forest, they could spot a purple-haired woman in a sleeveless black gi with purple accents to match her hair, her arms crossed and her face furious.

"Oh no, looks like I'm going to get it now," Hayate laughed, while Eliot just blinked and wondered what Ayane was even doing. He had to say that it was great to see her for the first time today, he just wished she looked... not so angry.

"What did you do to him?" Ayane asked her brother with a nod of her head towards Eliot, emphasizing "him".

'Oh, she's concerned about me...' the outsider thought to himself, still somewhat surprised, even now, by the gesture.

"We were only sparing. It was Eliot's first time training under Ninjitsu, and I even taught him a few Mugen-Tenshin techniques."

'More like just brutalizing me with them,' the younger man continued to think, preferring to stay out of the sibling quarrel. Hayate had a grin on his face while Ayane grabbed Eliot by the arm over to her side. Not like Eliot minded at all, apart from the pain shooting through him when she yanked.

"Look at him! You were way too rough on him," the female ninja spoke as she turned her head to her lover, caressing his bruised cheek; Eliot winced. Hayate sighed and put his hands on his hips.

"You just don't want your boyfriend to get stronger than you," the older sibling shot back, still with a grin. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. Be careful about getting back home." That last thing he said was something he usually always told his sisters, the other one being the middle child, Kasumi. This time though he left with a smile and patted Eliot on the shoulder, not bothering to use a smoke bomb time…for Eliot's sake.

"Thanks, Ayane, but it looks worse than it is..." he lied, nervously scratching the back of his head. She rose an eyebrow as she folded her arms, trying to see any truth behind his words. After a short few seconds of silence, she lightly slapped the side of his shoulder, causing him to let out a groan of pain.

"Liar," she grinned, grabbing his hand, and the two walked back to the Base. After several hours, Ayane had introduced Eliot to most of the village folk; one older woman made mention of Ayane finally getting herself a nice handsome boy, which made the young couple blush tremendously. Ayane just felt like the lady, who she had known in her village since being a child as one of the few people who treated her decent and with respect, had made Eliot think she never been with a man before. "I'm sorry about her," Ayane apologized quietly as she and Eliot walked away from the lovely woman. Eliot bit his lower lip but chuckled all the same.

"It's fine, I think it's nice how the village people treat you like family." Ayane raised an eyebrow once again, smiling.

"Village people? You know how that sounds, right?" she laughed softly, surprising Eliot by taking his hand as she led him through a meadow of beautiful pink flowers; it was on the way back to her home base. Eliot was quick to apologize for his silly use of words.

"That's not what I meant! I'm sorry Ayane." Ayane simply smiled and gripped their hands tighter, their fingers laced lovingly. Eliot blushed; sure, holding hands wasn't anything nearly as big as what they've done before, but this time the feeling in the air was more romantic than lustful. The sun was starting to set, the meadow looked peaceful and beautiful. All of a sudden he felt his arm stop him in his tracks; Ayane had quit walking but held onto his hand.

"Eliot?" she questioned, tilting her head. Eliot turned to face her, meeting her hand moving to gently hold the right cheek of his face. She brought his head closer to hers; being the same height made it easy. Her lips pressed against his, her head tilting as she leaned in. Eliot didn't try pushing it and kept his tongue in his mouth, but he shifted his hands to his kunoichi girlfriend's hips, pulling her body close to his. Soon the two pulled away for air, with Ayane noticing that the darkening sky. "Let's get back. I have something you might like."

Boy, did he like it... After entering the base and moving to the very back without disturbing anyone or being noticed at all really, Ayane opened one of the sliding thin doors to reveal a wooden bathroom. It was surrounded by fancy oak walls, the tub being gigantically round as if it were the size of a swimming pool that could be bought at a store. There were two doors in the room, one for men and the other for women. Ayane looked over at Eliot and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I assume you haven't had an actual bath in a couple of days?" she asked him. He smiled happily, amazed at the room.

"Wow, Ayane... are you sure it's okay for me to use this?" he asked, wisely worried about the other residents in the Ninja base taking offense to him using their baths. Ayane held her hand up to silence his worries.

"There are other rooms like this around here. Everyone has most likely already bathed for today anyway. Now, go get ready right here and start the tub; I'm going to go into the girl's room to get changed." Eliot's face turned red and his blood turned warm as Ayane smiled and disappeared into the changing room. Was she going to be joining him? Would she be in a bathing suit? Was he supposed to be in one? Feeling confused as he didn't bring anything, Eliot simply kicked off his shoes, pulling his top off over his head and started the water flow. It was steaming the room by the time Ayane came out. "You plan on bathing in your underwear?" she rhetorically asked. Eliot turned his head, embarrassed and he felt his blood rush south. The purple-haired beauty was wrapped in a white towel and her signature purple head-band, but nothing else.

Now Eliot started to get the idea...

"O-oh, sorry Ayane!" he apologized. Feeling free of insecurities and shyness, he quickly finished undressing in front of his Kunoichi lover, his cock springing free, almost at full mast.

"Wow, already?" she chuckled, surprising Eliot by tenderly gripping his shaft and gave it a couple of strokes, feeling it swell and harden in her palm. "You'll have to be patient, we're going to get cleaned up first," she teased, letting both his member go first followed by her towel - Eliot's eyes did not leave her nude frame for a second as he stared, she almost teasingly dips herself into the bath. As she made herself comfortable in the warm water, she looked up at him. "Are you going to join me or just stare?" she smirked up at him from inside the warm water.

"Oh, right," Eliot snapped out of his thoughts and dipped himself on the other side of the tub, going to eye level with Ayane now and trying to keep his eyes from lingering on her body. She looked so voluptuous for a girl of nineteen, her breasts full and her hips wide with a nicely toned waist. Ayane quickly moved to grab the bar of soap and washcloth beside the tub near the floor, inching her way towards Eliot.

"Turn around and let me get your back," she halfway offered and ordered with a sincere smile. Eliot returned the smile nervously as he did as he was asked. He relaxed easily as he felt Ayane wash him; rubbing soap and warm water against his aching back. It was so nice he had almost forgotten about his… ahem, 'problem'…lingering between his legs. Soon after Ayane was done with his back, she pressed her bare chest against it, reaching around to Eliot's front and dipping both the washcloth and bar of soap into the water near his manhood. Eliot's blood pumped in the surprise feeling of her hardened nipples against his back and her hands' inches away from his cock. As her hand pressed the soapy cloth against his chest and ran down his stomach, his heart began thudding erratically with every inch it moved downward. Ayane had a smirk plastered on her face, well aware of what she was doing and how it was affecting him. "You're somewhat quiet. Is there a problem?"

"N-No, of course not-" He stopped his sentence abruptly as her cloth-covered hand quickly maneuvered under the water and around the base of his shaft. Eliot moaned quietly and grunted in surprise.

"Are you sure?" she grinned playfully.

"Yes... I'm fine, Ay-... Ayane." Her hand stroked his member with the washcloth with every word he spoke. Most of the soap had washed off, but there was still enough to lubricate him for her to slide briskly up and down his lengthy cock; she felt elated making her boyfriend squirm with just her hand. "Mm... that feels good, Ayane," he finally got out, resting his arms on the side of the bath he was propped against. Ayane pressed her jaw on top of his shoulder and softly pecked his cheek a couple of times before whispering flirtatiously into his ear.

"Care to return the favor?"

Eliot blushed and his head shot up. "Right now?" he asked as he turned around in the bathwater, facing his purple-haired lover. She snickered, her hand covering her face

"It's only fair since I washed you first," she told him with her hands affectionately pressed against his chest, her intentions obvious. Even though it clicked in Eliot's head, he struggled not to stare at Ayane's beautiful naked form. Her nipples were barely covered by the water, her luscious full breasts heaving at the surface. They were bigger than any girl he had seen her age, even the other girls at the tournament, nearly matching Christie's or Helena's size (he'd be ashamed to admit he'd been a peeping Tom).

"Sure," he finally said snapping out of his thoughts as she handed him the washcloth and soap. She turned her back to him, but instead of putting some distance between them, her round butt had pressed against the tip of his pulsing cock. Ayane acted like nothing had happened and it was making Eliot start to wonder if she didn't plan on going further tonight. After holding in a moan of pleasure from the seemingly 'accidental' contact, Eliot lathered the cloth in soap and ran it down her petite back and shoulders.

"Aren't you going to get my butt?" she asked him in a very normal tone as if it wasn't sexual at all. Eliot's dick grew hard at her playful words that it was now protruding against her cheek. Surprisingly (and frustratingly for him), she acted as if she didn't feel anything.

"Ayane... fuck, I can't take it any longer," he said as he grabbed hold of her waist, pushing his cock against her backside, moaning loudly the same as her.

"Mm, I was wondering when you were going to take the hint and stop the gentleman act," she joked. "But for real, not many guys would have held out as you did. I'm genuinely impressed." Afterward, she moved her hand down into the water between her legs, grabbing hold of Eliot's rod, causing him to grunt as she positioned the head at her soaking entrance. From Ayane being turned on and the bathwater, Eliot was able to slide into her with absolute ease, pushing in deep almost immediately. Ayane took his hands and moved them to her soft breasts, much to Eliot's delight as he began to thrust into her, creating waves in the tub. "Harder, Eliot!" she growled into his ear.

"A-Are you sure that nobody is going to come in or hear us?" He didn't stop his pace as he asked the question but didn't yet do as he was asked either.

"Yes, now fucking take me!" she demanded. Eliot's fingers dug into her soft round flesh as he wildly started to fuck her, splashing water onto the floor. His thrusts were so fast and hard now that Ayane was forced to turn herself to the edge of the pool and hold on to prevent her body from flying off of his tool. "Yes, like that!" she moaned in between animalistic grunts. "Fuck me like a man!" she egged on. Eliot pinched her nipples between his fingers, slowing his speed to prevent a premature eruption while keeping a steady pace that pleasured her just the same. She leaned back in the water, pressing against his chest; the shift gave her a bit more control on her boyfriend's cock and the angle change added a different tweak of pleasure to Eliot.

"Shit Ayane," he cursed, gritting his teeth together so hard he was surprised they hadn't shattered. He was doing his best to hold back from exploding early and he didn't want to disappoint her. "Fuck, slow down, I need to..." he couldn't think straight. Fortunately, Ayane caught on and she obliged to his request; she didn't want the fun to end too soon either. She reached behind her, running her wet fingers through Eliot's blonde locks lovingly and turned her head to kiss him passionately. He was surprised at how experienced she seemed at lovemaking; he was simply just happy that he hadn't blown his load yet. He felt her tongue push against his lips so he granted her access to his mouth, their tongues contacting and writhing against each other. Ayane had control of the kiss, waiting for Eliot to be able to continue. Before he could start moving again, he slowly massaged her breasts blindly, massaging the soft globes. Ayane moaned inside his mouth and she broke the kiss, maneuvering herself off of his cock. She turned around and smiled.

"Come here," she spoke softly. Eliot had to breathe hard for air first but did as he was asked and broke the tiny inch of contact between them. Ayane grabbed hold of his head and lead his face to her breasts, holding him in place. Eliot saw no reason to complain and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking as rough as he thought she wanted. He was doing a good job judging by the pleasured squeals he elicited from her. Her hands ran through his wet blonde locks again, tugging gently as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, her legs wrapping around his waist and clinging onto him almost in a vice-like grip. "Fuck, Eliot! I need you in me!" she pleaded. Her begging caught him by surprise, but he obliged, moving his hand down between their groins and lined the head of his cock between her folds before pushing his hips against her. Water continued to splash out of the tub from his slower, yet paced strokes; Ayane's hands clung to his shoulders as she gently nipped at his neck, sending waves of pleasure through the younger boy's body.

"Fuck Ayane, I'm about to cum," he informed her, his hands desperately holding onto her slippery ass-cheeks.

"Hold on a little longer! I'm almost there!" she demanded. Eliot felt her tighten around his member, feeling that unique sensation on his cock that he had felt a day earlier as Ayane moaned and practically whimpered. Pressing her hands on his chest, she was able to stop him from thrusting and caught her breath, making him back up from her in the pool; he groaned in frustration, especially when he was so close, but he let her take the lead here.

"I don't suppose you have any protection?" she asked after a pause, awkwardly remembering back to Hayate stopping her in the hall. Eliot bit his lip, shaking his head sadly. She decided to improvise like they had done the first time they met; she didn't feel like fishing around for the condoms Hayate had given her at that very moment and she sure as hell wasn't planning to risk having a baby now that it was in her mind. "Sit on the edge over here," she instructed. Eliot did as he was told, moving past her and propped himself up, his legs the only part of his body now covered by the water with his erect member hovering on top. As the water dripped from his body, Ayane grasped hold of his member, taking him into her mouth. His body tightened up at the feeling of her wet mouth on him, letting out soft moans of pleasure as he felt her teeth scrape gently against his head. She released him with a soft pop, her hand grasping the base of his shaft and stroking him while she tilted her head, giving off an innocent look that was driving Eliot mad. "Are you going to cum for me?" she asked, moving her other free hand to cup his sensitive balls. He shuddered in her hands, making her smile.

"Yes... I'm so close," he told her softly, propping himself up better against the edge of the tub. Ayane worked her fingers skillfully against his scrotum, sending pleasurable chills up Eliot's spine while her hand pumped his erection. His eyes darted down to meet hers, and she was giving him a look that ranged between naughty and innocent. Her lips puckered up but she kept them away from his member, instead of continuing to use her hands for the time being and allowing him to stare at the facial expressions she was making that was turning him on so much. "Ayane, I... don't think I can last much longer," he warned her through moans and a whimper. She smiled up at him, pushing his cock down to meet her mouth and sticking the head inside of her lips, flicking her tongue against the slit while still using her skilled hands to massage his sack. It didn't take long for her mouth to be filled with semen, and Eliot had to grab onto both her shoulder and the edge of the tub as his body shook almost violently. The amount of cum was surprising to Ayane; for the third day in a row, it was still plenty. She couldn't keep it all in her mouth and some even dripped out and down her chin. What she could hold, she swallowed before swaying her way through the tub water beside of Eliot, leaning her head on his shoulder with a pleased smile plastered across her cum-covered lips. Eliot took a deep breath and lift an arm around her shoulders to hold her body close to his.

"You're surprisingly good at this," she complimented him, taking a finger to wipe the semen off of her lip and chin before playfully wiping it off on Eliot's chest. He quickly washed it off, although he couldn't hide the deep blush on his cheeks.

"So... you enjoyed it? All three times?" Ayane reacted by rolling her eyes at him but still kept herself clung to his form, caressing a foot lovingly against his leg.

"If I didn't enjoy it the first time, there wouldn't have been a second or third time," she informed him but caught herself as she realized she was probably sounding a bit too harsh. That was something she would have to work on around Eliot. He doesn't deserve her usual cold attitude that everyone else seemed to receive. "Sorry. You were amazing, Eliot. You surprised me with how well you were the first time, and you didn't cease it. I've enjoyed these past few days, you being here with me," she amorously admitted to him.

"Oh, right," he sheepishly says before he looked to his side at her to see a blush creep up on her face. Her genuine attitude surprised him, but the fact she was blushing seemed adorable. He took his hand and moved a few wet strands of purple hair away from her dripping forehead and placed a kiss on it, holding her close to him. The two young wet lovers stayed cuddled up to each other in the tub for what seemed like fifteen minutes of no talking, just peaceful embracement until the water started to feel cold.

"We should probably head out," Ayane told him softly, her arms still wrapped around his body. Eliot nodded and after Ayane reached down to pull out the stopper and let the water drain, the two made their way out of the now-draining cold water. Ayane grabbed the towel first and gave Eliot a nice show as she wiped herself down, nonchalantly handing it over to him after she was done. His face beat red from staring, while she went into the female changing room to put back on her favorite matching purple bra and panties she had previously discarded, with her previous clothes and her shoes bundled up under her arm. When she walked back into the main bathing room, Eliot stood there in his full attire, minus the shoes he was carrying. "Is that what you're going to be sleeping in?" she rhetorically asked. He looked himself up and down, and gave her an innocent shrug which made her sigh before she walked over and grabbed him by the hand, quietly leading them both out of the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" he asked dumbfounded, following her.

"I'm sneaking you into my room. What my brother doesn't know won't kill you," she playfully says with a cute wink back at him. Suddenly Eliot's nerves felt like burning acid, but he trusted Ayane to not get him in that much trouble. When they finally made their way through the masterfully structured wooden Ninja palace into Ayane's bedroom, she casually tossed all of her clothing down in a heap on the floor before turning to Eliot, who was staring around her room. "You might want to undress just a little bit more if you want to be comfortable."

Eliot turned his attention back to her and nodded, having her permission he dropped his shoes as carelessly as Ayane had and pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside. Ayane sat down on the foot of her bed, not showing any emotion on her face as she watched Eliot with her interest only being evident to her. Next were the slacks that he unbuttoned and shrugged off, leaving him only in his boxers.

"Come here," Ayane flirtatiously requested with a wag of her finger. Eliot walked the few inches towards her only for her hands to grab him by the hips and pull him down on his back onto the bed, thrusting herself upwards on the mattress so that she was laying level with him. They looked over at each other; their eyes meeting, Ayane's body snuggling up close and her hand caressing his smooth chest slow and tenderly. He smiled at her, the feeling of complete serenity finally dawning on them both. While on her side, still facing him with her head propped up by her hand using her elbow, she began tracing imaginary circles on his chest with her purple fingernail.

"Is something on your mind?" Eliot mused, resting his head on her soft mattress.

"No, nothing. It's just these past three days have been very different for me," as soon as she spoke, she saw his facial expression change to quizzical. "In a good way, I mean."

"Yeah... I have to agree. I would have never thought things would have ended up this way when I first snuck over here. I'm glad the risk paid off. If somebody told me three days ago that we would be here right now and what would happen these past seventy-two hours, I would have called them crazy," Eliot thought out loud to her. Ayane smiled to herself before gently kissing his chest.

"Same here. I'm glad you managed to be so sneaky," she playfully says to him as she rubs his sides, causing him to squirm from the ticklish feeling. He brought her in closer to his body in his arm, leaning up to plant a kiss on her head. Unfortunately, some of her purple hair stuck to his lips. It was when he tried swiping it away that Ayane realized the predicament and it caused her to cutely laugh. "Need help?"

"N-No," he replies as he licks his lips to feel for any of her hair before laying back down. "I think we're good."

"Good. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some rest."

"Aren't Ninjas usually able to stay awake for long periods or something as part of their training?" he curiously asked.

"Where in the world did you read that from?"

"The internet." Ayane sighed and restrained from slapping the younger boy upside of his head.

"Goodnight, Eliot," she spoke with a chuckle as she rose up over his body giving him a nice view of her upper-frame while she blew the candle out, causing the room to go pitch black beside from the light that illuminated from the moon into the glass doors to the outside. Soon they drifted off to sleep.

Unbeknownst to them, a figure loomed outside...