1 Chapter 1 - World of Ninja's

In a hotel bed,

On the bed was a fair-skinned young woman with brown eyes straight blonde hairs that parted above in the middle of her forehead. She had shoulder-length bangs framing her face while the rest were tied in a ponytail. She was on her knees and hands, naked, clutching the bedsheets as the muscular young man behind her was pounding her.

He had a pretty face, deep scarlet eyes, and black hair tucked back. His hand was on the woman's waist, groans escaped his mouth, only to be covered by the loud moans of the woman.

Moaning, screaming, she arched her body - before falling on the bed, the young man breathed heavily, falling near her. He rolled on the bed, lying down as he exhaled, thinking about what led to this.

His name was Jay...there was much to his backstory, but that wasn't important. The important part was where he was - it was a place called Infinite Well.

Or, to be precise, the well was the abyss of the infinite ladder, the darkness. The infinite ladder was where the infinite worlds were.

What did the word worlds entail? Islands with atmosphere, planets, universes, multiverses, and the metaphysical universe.

Then what was in the shadow? Well, broken worlds, born or stories and ideas based on the one true world.

He was in one such world, having drifted here and having abandoned most his powers for a new body, stranded.

So, the first thing he did? Well, gamble and get some money. The language was the critical part, but he already knew the language spoken in this world. So, it wasn't much of a hassle.

Instead, money and roof were of importance - while gambling, he met a woman.

Yeah, you guessed it, the same woman he was sleeping with. She seemed down, end of her rope...so he seduced her, which wasn't complicated with a few tricks under his sleeves. Her being so beautiful was a little bit of motivation. But it was more so because of the necklace she was wearing.

It had so much life energy, something that would be helpful in some recovery of his power.

Catching his breath, he turned towards the woman, "Right, what is your name?"

The woman opened her eyes, turning her body towards him, "Tsunade..." She whispered. Her eyes were still filled were sadness, but they were better than before.

Jay leaned in, kissing her, his hand brushing her waist, moving down, "Well, nice to meet you, Tsunade...My name is Jay."

Tsunade stared at him, sitting up, "I should leave."

Jay sat up, "wait...I heard the third ninja war is still ongoing. I am from a small village - can you help me out? I noticed...you have chakra."

Chakra, the thing that people of this world...the ninjas used, the magical energy that allowed them to perform superhuman feat...

Tsunade glanced back, wrinkling her brows. She moved, holding his hand - Jay felt energy go inside his body, "You don't have chakra."

"Well, I am a normal person."

"But your body..." She said, moving her hands on his muscles. They were carved into minute details like a goddess had carved her masterpiece.

"Born with them..." Jay said

"Well, not born...I mean...I grew up, and they came naturally?"

Tsunade stared at him with suspicious eyes but let go since it was the first man she slept with; even then, she was doubtful over how he succeeded in seducing her, "Ok, you can follow me...but this was a one-time thing. I don't know what I was thinking. I need a bath..."

Jay put on his white shirt, plant bants, and a black coat, "well, so do I. Are there mixed baths here?"

"There is a child outside, so be careful with your words."

"Yes, mam."

"And don't call me that..."

"Can I call you Tsunade?"

"Yeah." She said, tightening her belt.

Jay stared at her walking out - surely this woman must be a shadow of her authentic self. But then so was he...

The two went out, going directly to the restaurant and ordering all the food. Since he still had enough money from what he won, they could eat.

"Who told you that the third ninja war hasn't ended?" Sitting in a restaurant, with food in front of them, Tsunade asked Jay.

"Oh, a woman, I saved," Jay said, remembering the face of the woman he saved, "She said she thought that the war ended, but it seemed she was too famous for her good."

He looked towards the side - his sight seemed to pass the walls, the distance, the buildings, the forest, until landing on a woman. It fell on a tall kunoichi, fair-skinned, pupilless brown eyes. She had green hair tied in a bun on top of her head with a hair needle running through it and one short and a long strand of hair with orange tips framing each side of her face.

Her face was pale because of her near-death experience - from what he knew, her name was Pakura.

Suddenly, he flinched, his sight drew back, sighing he thought about his powers slipping away.

"Are you ok?"

Jay glanced at the cute girl. Her hair was straight and shoulder-length, with bangs covering her ears and framing her face. She wore a long bluish kimono with white trimming.

Jay patted her head, warmly smiling at her, "I am fine...remembered something."

"Did she slap you for your antics?" Tsunade said, looking away from his smile. Her lips curled into one as if happy with the thought of him getting slapped.

Jay thought back to the reply of that kunoichi, laughing to himself, "Yeah, you could say that."

He thought it would be easy to shake their loyalties in this broken world, where people were a mere shadow of their true selves. But it wasn't so, that woman proved him wrong.

But well, he was not all wrong - somehow, he had a feeling the woman in front of him wouldn't have caved in so easily if she wasn't missing a part of her. He might call it easy, but then again, it was hard for them to resist a few tricks with their power levels, and then this woman in front of him had been through enough to create an opportunity for him.

After a meal and an evening of drinking and gambling in this small town. Tsunade, Shizune, and Jay went to the hotel,

Jay was sweet on children, so he was extra careful of Shizune. Jay took Tsunade to the bed and laid her down, getting her a room of her own. Laying her down on the bed, he put the blanket on her and closed the lights; he left the room without seeing the smile on Tsunade's face.

After leaving the room, Jay disappeared from where he stood and reappeared in the wilderness—surrounded by trees, fallen leaves, mud, and a foggy atmosphere.

But he wasn't here for this; he wiped his sweat and walked in front of the kunoichi, Pakura.

"You were the one that saved me..." Pakura said, holding her bleeding stomach. Jay's scarlet eyes shined when he stared at the blood.

He took her hand and disappeared - the next moment, they were back in the town, just a few buildings away, in a different hotel.

Coughing blood because of overdrawing his body's little strength, he walked into one of the nearest rooms - it was empty, tiny with a single bed, a table, chair, and a window.

"Space-Time Ninjutsu..." Pakura muttered.

Jay closed the door, pushing her against it, "You want to rape a woman when she's on death door?"

"You think I am in good condition?"

"You don't look like it."

"Well, I am not. But I will be..."

Jay leaned closer to her - his lips were on her neck, "and so will you."

Shortly, fangs appeared, and he bit down on her neck. Pakura reached out in her tool bag, taking out a kunai, but her hands trembled; the wound she had was healing, her body was trembling. She felt heat rush in her body - she was getting wet.

Just when she thought that, the man that saved her pulled away, breathing, water appeared from the air, surrounded them, washing them and it disappeared.

"What are you?" That was all she could mutter before the man bit down. She squeezed her legs, taking a sharp breath - his hand moved on her body, reached her neck, her lips. Kunai from her hand fell, feeling her body filled with desire, her tongue moved, licking his fingers.

Even though he was drinking her blood, her senses were going numb, her hormones ran wild, her nipples were erect, and her pussy was drenched.

Before she realized it, her back was on the bed, her body naked, and she lay in front of him. He was towering over her, spreading her legs, finding his way inside.

Pakura held the bedsheets; her breasts jumped up and down, she was being fucked by the man she had just met, moans were leaving her mouth. It would have been impossible any other time, but she couldn't figure out why now.

He stroked her thighs, wrapping his fingers, sinking them in her, holding her in place, thrusting in and out, groans escaped his mouth. His hand slid down to her waist, holding her in her place, moving fasters. Moans coming from Pakura's mouth became louder and louder; her pussy got wetter, contracting around him, increasing the friction and pleasure from each thrust.

She raised her hands, and he leaned forward, going deeper in her, stopping a little away from her, but she held his head, pulling him closer to her, taking his lips, sucking on his tongue.

He kissed her back, stifling her moans; her body trembled, her back arched as she came. He held her down, holding her convulsing body until she calmed down. He turned her over the moment she did, pulling her ass out.

He pulled her up, wrapping his forearm around her neck; his fangs pierced her skin; there was a rush in her body as she climaxed from the bite, screaming. A vampire's bite caused that reaction - it gave the one bitten the greatest pleasure possible. And the body that he chose wasn't that of just any vampire, but the progenitor.

His hips moved, slapping against her, as his dick went inside and out of her pussy. Pakura moaned, seemingly losing her senses in pleasure, her face twisted in pleasure every time he used her body to satisfy himself.

By the morning, her shoulder and neck were filled with bite marks. Yet, she hadn't died. Instead, she seemed rosy.

"So? How does this work? Your bloodline limit," Pakura said, gazing at him.

She meant the bites.

"My bites heal you, and your blood heals me. You won't miss the blood...it'll be back to normal in a few days."

"Is that so..." Pakura glanced away, touching her neck, "What if I desire more?" Her hips twitched. Jay squeezed her ass, pulling it, checking her sloppy vagina, "You seem to be ready for more."

"I am, but my body isn't." Pakura knew her body - it was healed, clean, but still on the verge of collapse. She couldn't take a night like last.

Jay looked at the woman with a light blush, "Well, that's a pity."

"What do I do now?"

"Change your hair color, and hide your skills as a ninja. Meet me somewhere and follow me like a servant or slave girl."

She shot a look at him, "Servant is fine..."

Jay stood up, wearing his clothes, "Well, then see you later. Oh, and one more thing, open your mouth?"

"Ahh," Pakura opened her mouth, wondering what he would do.

He cut his wrist, dropping a few drops of blood in her mouth before the cut healed. She felt another rush and heat, but it wasn't her hormones but the whole being this time. She looked down, finding herself shrinking, turning back to her 16-year-old self.

She looked up in shock only to realize that the man had disappeared from her room, "What the hell did you do?!"