Ninja Gaiden Pink

Ayane came out of the shower door, her lavender scent emanating like a flower in full bloom. She knew that she had to take this once in a lifetime chance – of finally having a taste of Ryu's "dragon meat sword."

The mere thought of having Ryu cornered in her bedroom, in spite of being injured and all, gave Ayane a sense of excitement. Not the likes of that in battle, but more on the sensual side of things. Ayane has always been the shy type; she had a thing for her Master Ryu from the moment she laid eyes on his awesomeness. However, due to Ryu being too stiff and overly focused on the mission objectives all the time, she never really had the chance to talk to him outside of "work". He never even noticed that she changed her outfit to be more revealing in Ninja Gaiden 2.

The occasional messages she sent through her ninpo enchanted kunai were letters of concern disguised as battle reconnaissance and mission objectives updates. She wanted to be the only support that Ryu will ever need. And she was, not until Ninja Gaiden 3.

This time, she thought she was ready to bare it all for her Master and offer her "secret special techniques." She smirked as she let her white towel loose, ready to execute her plan. The cold breeze of the night contrasted the warmth that she was feeling in between her legs. She was wet with anticipation.

Clearing her throat and retouching her lavender bandana, she opened the sliding door towards her room; the pale moonlight illuminating her small frame and big assets. As she edged closer to Ryu, a familiar feeling struck her; outside of the room, she was a tiger ready for some loving and yet here she was, like a defenseless cat. She immediately tightened her towel and rushed towards the mini fridge to get something to drink; maybe a sip of sake could calm her nerves. Due to her feet being wet from the shower, she all of a sudden let out a shudder and fell down the floor, butt first.

A sudden unsheathing of metal sliced through the silence of the room.

"Who goes there?!" Ryu exclaimed, assuming his battle stance on top of the bed. He was ready to strike. Though wounded, his mental and spiritual senses have been trained to detect concealed enemies, let alone a butt thud.

"M- master Ryu, it's me," Ayane whimpered due to the pain and shame. Could possibly be only due to the latter. "Gomen – I didn't mean to wake you,"

Ryu looked around a few more seconds and then put away the dragon sword, slowly, with a distinct clang at the end. His eyes shifted at Ayane's weird position on the floor – her legs were a bit apart as she held on to the small knot that was keeping the towel intact. With his falcon like eyesight he could've sworn he saw a portion of Ayane's nether regions.

"Ugh.." his body nearly collapsed on the bed; the wounds he got from a powerful demon god would've ensured the death of a normal human being. But not Ryu. He's badass.

"Master Ryu!" Ayane sprang like a tiger towards her master, to offer support. She was already at the bedside when Ryu lost his balance, his full weight knocking Ayane down. Before impact to the floor, however, Ayane managed a reversal move, resulting to her rolling on top of Ryu.

"Are you all right, Master Ryu?" Ayane's red irides were filled with concern; she was to blame for all of this. She gently stroked Ryu's bare chest as if to comfort him.

However, she suddenly felt electric signals from her fingertips up to her brain, and then down in between her thighs; the fact that she was there, on top of her Master, like a collapsed cowgirl; her face, just inches from Ryu's, legs straddling his sides, alarmed her that she tried to sit up.

As she sat up, her white towel billowed down, revealing a full view of her engorged bossoms.