Human Afterall

The night was still young.

Underneath the pale moonlight, two souls were intertwined, each with ambivalent feelings of confused romance.

On one hand, Ayane, still sitting on top of her Master, was in a heightened state of trance; their first fateful meeting years ago seemed like yesterday. She's been timid and distant the moment that they crossed paths; however, she always had an admiration of him, mostly out of respect due to rank - hence calling him Master.

Because Ayane was conceived from her mother being a r*pe victim, she had become an outcast all her life. Even more so with the majority of her clan; she always lacked a sense of belonging, in spite of being adopted by a foster father who sent her in training under the Hajin mon style Ninjutsu even before she reached the age of 14.

Then she found Ryu; throughout their battle experiences, he has showed her compassion and care, acting as her shoulder to lean on especially when she was at her worst. Being trained specially in behind the scenes support role and mage ninja in ninpo abilities, she was not as effective dealing with direct combat especially with greater fiends.

'That was quite embarrassing' when the thought of her being hopeless at times, with the last incident in the desert hurting her ego the most. But Ryu has always been there for her; even going out of his way and putting himself in danger, he constantly saved Ayane.

On the other hand, Ryu's stoic nature was on the verge of crumbling; he never felt a warmth so strong and pure; Ayane was offering him a little piece of heaven, and he couldn't help but wonder what were the things he was missing in this gloomy destination he called life.

Born into the Dragon Lineage legacy, he walked the path of the ninja ever since he was a child. At an early age, he already had a deep understanding of danger, pain and sorrow. He had no other choice but to befriend the darker side of life, because it has been his purpose all along.

'Darkness is destined to lift in the end. I still have much left to do,' has been his mantra – blunt but with a promise of hope; he always held himself responsible of keeping the balance in the world, whatever it took.

However, when Ryu felt Ayane's lips pressed against his forehead, all the while inhaling her lavender essence, he felt a kind of awakening; it was as if he did a continuous Flying Bird Flip, not stopping until he reached the skies. He wondered about the things that could have been, the unlimited what ifs and what nots.

All of a sudden, Ryu felt human. Not a weapon, nor a sentinel; not a messenger, nor a murderer.

Human needs are permanent. Apart from the basic necessities, there is a longing that can only be quenched by a partner, may it be the same or opposite sex.

One can suppress these needs, but it is never gone. One can say that he can live without this carnal hunger, but in reality, whether it's against their will or not, it resurfaces during the most unexpected situations.

And this could be one of those situations; with Ayane on top of Ryu, her bare buttocks only inches above his semi erect manhood - the atmosphere, the candle lights, the mood – everything seemed to be perfectly in place.

The cold draft surrounding their bodies were negated due to the warmth radiated by the touching of their skins. The sweet-smelling almond oil mixed with Ayane's natural fragrance offered a sanctuary for Ryu's mind and soul.

"Ayane? What are y---" Ayane stopped Ryu's lips from moving - with her fingers; she stared raptly at Ryu's worried eyes as she moved her hands.

While her pussy was still generating small frictions on Ryu's abdomen, she started removing Ryu's bandages from his head.

Ryu was observing Ayane's graceful movements as she gathered and rolled the pieces of cloth around her arms.

Ayane then slid towards Ryu, carefully grazing his torso with her thighs as much as possible before slowly standing up, and then arching her back, tumbling like a gymnast towards the opposite end of the bed.

For a fleeting second, Ryu was staring directly at Ayane's window of womanhood.

"urgh" his body twitched as the image burned a hole into his brain while sending electric signals towards his now throbbing member.

Ayane noticed Ryu's reaction and giggled; 'So you are human afterall,' she thought with a smirk drawn across her face.

"Master Ryu, please sit up," Ayane smiled broadly at him.

Following Ayane's instruction, Ryu struggled a bit until getting to a comfortable sitting position.

Ayane proceeded, like a nurse caring for her patient. "Urrghhh.." Ryu flinched as the bandages on his body were removed, slowly but surely.

"I'm so sorry, just a little more…" Ayane's soft voice calmed Ryu's agony; she can never repay this man with whom she owes her life.

So instead, Ayane has decided that she will offer something else…

After a few moments of tranquility, the last piece of fabric fell on the floor as the two heroes kept still; Ayane was usually with her nimble feet, but now took her time to approach her Master.

Although she knew that they didn't have enough time, she wanted to relish the journey and not the destination.

Ryu was still struggling with his own urges; being bare naked with another woman hasn't been one of his strongest suits. He was slightly crouched forward to contain his massive erection, but to no avail.

Ayane was now in front of Ryu, breathing heavily as she also felt his penetrating gaze melting her heart.

"Y-You don't have to do this…" Ryu's trembling voice cracked as it was getting harder to speak with a dry mouth. His green eyes, now with a hint of golden hue, once again interlocked with Ayane's passionate red eyes.

"Ehhh –" as Ayane couldn't take it anymore, she immediately jumped on Ryu, falling in bed with him, their hot bodies shattering the dullness of the room.

Ayane's lips met Ryu's with a smack, and then they both opened their mouths, welcoming each other's tongues.