Older Commission for book 5 portrait of samurai of hyuga. Masculine/chonmage/protective. I redrew it to match the newer commission style which is essentially a female counterpart. I can’t wait to post the final of that one ☺️
The Second Shinobi- A Fem Ronin x Tamaki/Fake Toshio fic. Part 2 of 2.
Note: This Part 2 of the fic. This is an explicit lemon so be warned! Click here for Part One!
Fifteen minutes later, Akane was sauntering into her new room. The grime and other stains upon her flesh were all washed away, leaving her feeling completely refreshed. She hadn’t felt this renewed since the hot bathwater provided to her in the Baron’s mansion, although perhaps it was the fox’s “personal” services that gave her such contentment at the memory. At the moment, Akane’s ragged men’s kimono was rather loose, as were her bandages. There was no point tightening them when she’d be tossing them off in a few minutes’ time. As for her rowdy ponytail, it was no more. Her hair hung freely for once, reaching her lower back. Her gray eyes opened to find Tamaki standing by the doorway to their bedchambers, arms crossed leisurely. She giggled lightly. He certainly struck a swoon-worthy pose. To her further amusement, he was unable to maintain such an image as his eyes ran up and down her curvy frame and then hurriedly evaded her sight entirely. That was when she knew her night would be an enjoyable one.
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Not more than a few minutes later, Akane found herself sprawled out atop the shinobi, already completely naked but for her bandages. Her hands were rubbing at Tamaki’s bare chest before making their way delicately to the hardness of his shoulders and arms. He was a fine specimen of a man, as good looking in the face as everywhere else, his body toned from endless hours of vigorous training in the ninja arts. Despite the frozen air of the north, she found her body heating up as if she were beside a fire. As their eyes met, Akane was greatly alarmed for she found herself gazing upon was no longer Tamaki. It was her beloved Toshio. It was raining in his eyes, just as always. She wanted to kiss his lips and make it better.
Already, Akane felt him at full mast as something speared between her ass cheeks, begging for permission to enter, to impregnate the infamous killer. It made her heart race, and her cheeks turn scarlet. Always, she had wanted to do this with Toshio…
No… This isn’t right.
None of this was right. Toshio would be hurt if she fucked another man the moment they went their separate ways. Even worse, it wasn’t fair to the poor shinobi she had at her mercy. He deserved to be seen by her. Shaking away the image of Toshio, she again realized that Tamaki was quite handsome in his own right. As Akane slid off his frame, her lover sat somewhat upright, seeming almost worried about what she would do to him. Akane wondered if he suspected of her being an assassin sent to slaughter him. It would be a wise suspicion, but Akane was never one for such methods. True, she was an assassin, but killing a man she had been intimate with seemed too sad a thought. Even the Baron’s death pained her for that reason.
Inspecting him closely, the manslayer realized that Tamaki’s eyes were awfully soft and he was blushing madly. In fact, he smelled of inexperience. A virgin… No doubt he had always been too busy to enjoy a second of carnal pleasure. The thought alone excited her, the thought of devouring him. Of leaving her mark and being his first. Of pleasuring him so good no other woman would do. Of completely and utterly ruining him.
Akane now grinned evilly, the gesture causing Tamaki’s muscles to tighten. He saw her unraveling her length of bandages. In doing so, she freed her ample breasts and they bounced about, hard nipples longing for a man’s lips. Akane now seized the bottle of saké, its shell still full to the brim with rice wine. She then reached around the shinobi’s head of soft hair and pulled him up so that his lips were practically kissing her tits. She felt his length of hair tickling her fingers. The manslayer began to wickedly pour out the saké and let it flow down her chest. The saké streamed down off her nipples and Tamaki eagerly lapped it up. Swiftly, he took to drinking it directly from her nubs, as if he were hungry for milk. His lips sucked voraciously on one nipple, guzzling down on the sweet saké she offered him so graciously. His spare hand began to lustfully grope at her second breast. All the while, Akane was panting and letting out small moans and gasps. The pleasure was welcome, both for the loneliness and for the weariness of her travels.
Once she ceased pouring the bottle out, Tamaki looked up at the seductress nervously.
He asked, “What should…. What should I do now, Akane-dono?”
She smiled warmly and petted the top of his head saying, “Why don’t you taste me down here?”
The wanderer spread apart her long legs and ripped off her bandages. This gave him a view of her womanhood, already well soaked from his teasing. His lips now floated over her waist as he sent hot gusts of air onto it. It made her nails dig into the tatami flooring. Akane felt the ninja slide his tongue over her, its wet touch striking right between her lower lips again and again. Knowing she had cleaned especially well down there, Akane now lazily reclined and enjoyed his services. For a virgin, he sure was spoiling her. His lips sucked hungrily as if he were a traveler dying of thirst. Akane’s breathing became ragged as his tongue slipped inside, flickering about like a serpent as he tasted her juices. After a few more minutes, Tamaki’s mouth wandered over the nub atop her womanhood, and his tongue flickered hungrily at it. It was enough to make her grit her teeth.
“Fuck!” she cursed as she splashed her wines onto the man’s face.
Coolheaded Toshio’s eyes were wide with surprise.
She said, “Mmmnn. Sorry for that.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he said gently.
It was so easy with him. Akane knew he wouldn’t flee in the middle of their lovemaking, stopping just as it was getting good. He was completely at her mercy.
As Tamaki took down a swig of saké to wash away the taste, Akane sprawled over him and lay kisses on his neck and shoulders. She smothered him in her breasts while she clung to his masculine form. Those fine muscled arms wrapped around her so desperately as he licked her breasts like they were covered in honey. His steamy breath… His gentle voice… Toshio was everything she imagined…
Hungrily, the temptress sat up onto her knees and slithered backwards so she was free to tug aside his fundoshi. She slid off his loincloth so as to gaze upon what she craved the most, a hard, throbbing cock staring back up at her. Her finger slid down the trail of hair on his stomach until she reached scandalously low. Akane reveled in how his muscles contorted as her finger slid over the top of the shaft and pressed teasingly on the tip. The ronin lowered herself onto all fours, her tongue washing over his testicles before taking one into her mouth gently. Once they were glistening, she turned her attention upwards. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his erection, tasting every inch of its heat. Akane’s lips soon followed, tightening to suck and taste. Inch by inch of his boiling flesh slid over her tongue as she took him in. At last, she popped it out of her mouth and licked her lips.
“Let me show off my skills,” she said arrogantly.
Akane dropped her breasts around his shaft and squeezed them together tightly. Her chest was gifted enough that only his erection’s head was visible when sandwiched between her cleavage, leaving him bewildered and utterly at her mercy. While his hardness was being thoroughly massaged, Akane let her tongue flicker over the tip. She poked at it with her nipples, so that their bodies were kissing. Tamaki was wide eyed, clearly finding her techniques dangerously foreign. He was throbbing and leaking for her, as she reduced the hardened shinobi into a puddle. He was swiftly growing sensitive. After another minute, the veteran ninja groaned as he fired his boiling-hot load over her face.
“I am so sorry!” he said desperately.
However, if Akane was angry, she certainly wasn’t showing it. She was giggling as she slid a finger down her face to lap up his offering. Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth lustfully. This sinful act caused Tamaki to blush furiously. He watched in horror as she gulped it down, taking down every last drop of her meal.
For Akane, it was too addicting… Men were more bitter and more sweet than any saké, and right now Toshio was just what she needed to forget everything. To forget how she had failed the village… How she had hurt her friends all for a chance at felling General Shatao… How Ige had been slain right before her eyes because of her weakness. Even slaying General Shatao in a fury of feathers and clashing blades did nothing to heal her wounded ego, to stitch together her severed confidence. Without the Jigoku, what use was she to them? Wouldn’t Toshio just leave in the end? Whether it was her mission’s completion or its failure, Toshio would return to his beloved Emperor, to whom he silently pined for. Was that why she left first?
“Toshio…”
Akane froze in horror. The name had slipped out unexpectedly. Gazing down, she saw the hurt in Tamaki’s eyes.
Even so, he whispered, “It’s okay… I’m happy that I can fill your heart if just for a moment.”
Akane’s mouth parted. It might have been easier if he had cursed her in anger and stormed off in a moment of justified indignation. Instead, his kindness stabbed her through the stomach, eliciting a familiar pain where Jun had carved his name. Wasn’t it bad enough she had to fight back seeing Jun’s face when she made love? Now she was seeing Toshio?
Damn it all!
She shook her head and answered, “I’m so sorry. I’m-I’ve been ill in the head for some time. I… see things. People I left behind.”
“I know…” he said, “I’ve seen it before. Assassins as stoic or as bloodthirsty as they come, only to shatter along with their katanas… To see ghosts… But Toshio never was one to fall for assassins. Nor anyone. He loved only one person, I think. And yet if you feel so about him, it means he showed you the warmth he hid away from the world.”
Akane’s eyes wavered at his words as she cupped his feverish cheek in her hand.
Tamaki continued, “I understand why he fell for you… I know it’s selfish but I’m a bit jealous of hi-“
The shinobi’s sentence would remain unfinished for Akane had furiously kissed him. Her kiss was passionate and desperate, as one might kiss a lover before seeing them off to battle. His black irises shimmered in surprise before settling into bliss. Her own were veiled the same, long lashes fluttering as both their lips crashed into one another. She was heatedly straddling him now, motioning her rear to cradle his spent form as it returned to a more excited state.
“What stamina!” she said with a wicked grin.
Once he was ready, she positioned herself directly over his erection. Akane eased herself down onto it, stifling a moan as she willingly impaled herself on his most dangerous blade. Inch by inch, she let it violate her until he had filled her entirely and utterly. She arched her back and let out a satisfied moan, tongue hanging out as she was able to think of nothing but his cock. The manslayer began now to move her hips rhythmically, sliding up and down upon him. Tamaki was stifling his voice and his teeth snapped together, likely trying to hold himself back from releasing his seed in the heat of the moment.
She said, “Ara ara, aren’t you cute? Just hold it a moment longer so I can bring us both to heaven.”
Akane’s hands pressed hard down on his flat pecs for support, enjoying their tautness and heat. She began now to bounce atop him, her ass cheeks jiggling madly as she was impaled again and again. He let out a groan of desperation and wrapped his powerful hands around her back. His hard calloused fingers ran down the dip of her spine before seizing her ass cheeks. Akane squealed as he squeezed hold of one and then slapped it. He repeated the gesture on the other side and then both cheeks at once. The clap echoed through the inn, escaping the sealed shoji doors. He continued to spank her and enter her with a newfound aggression. It was obvious he had been corrupted, and now sought control. In utter bliss, she pulled back her neck and gazed up at the ceiling. Tamaki’s lower half contorted as he gave in. Hot seed rushed into her now, filling her up to the brim.
“Ah!” Tamaki let out, “Akane-dono!”
She loved when they screamed her name.
“Ooh,” she moaned as she felt him leaking out of her.
Her sinful eyes fell down upon his attractive face, eyes weak and yet hungry for her. Akane took him into a deep kiss until their tongues were ravishing one another. A few more motions of her hips would milk out the last few drops from the shinobi.
Suddenly, the sliding door flew open, and in walked the Uesugi clansmen from before. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and they turned red as they witnessed the reliable Tamaki with the naked female ronin from earlier gently bouncing atop his shaft. She grinned at the sight of being caught by more men, but Tamaki was ready to faint from embarrassment.
Manabu said, “T-This is… unexpected. Well, finish up and get some clothes on, you two love birds. We leave for our hunt in fifteen minutes.”
Akane’s playful eyes suddenly fell cold, and Tamaki felt a chill run down his spine.
She uttered silently, “Juu-kun.”
Her eyes then turned back to the downed shinobi and her gaze grew affectionate. After seeing his warmth and feeling it within her, Akane felt all the more torn with her mission. These men would die tonight in pursuit of the most dangerous game. Confessing Jun’s identity would do little to change that. It would simply implicate her as well. And yet she did not wish for Tamaki-kun to die. She was only now seeing him as his own man, and he was a fine one at that.
As the snickering Usuegi left, Akane slid off the spent and ragged form of Tamaki. She rubbed a hand through his hair while gazing down at him thoughtfully.
“Listen, Tamaki,” she said softly, “Please don’t go with the others tonight.”
“What? Why not?”
“I believe that demon you are hunting is a man. A manslayer like me… Not even with a dozen trained samurai could you defeat him. You heard of how he matched General Shatao effortlessly. He slew armored samurai. Please… Retreat. I doubt he will kill any more, not in this valley at least. But if you approach his… his territory… It will not end well for any of you!”
“You know him?”
Akane said nothing.
He sighed and continued, “I will tell Lord Jun. I will not speak of your connection with this demon. However, I know my master. He will pursue this regardless to give himself an edge over Ichiro. And I am his to command. I’d never be able to look Toshio in the eye if I abandoned a mission.”
“I know.”
In the end, there was no escaping heartache. It followed Akane like an old friend.
“Jun… You were never this cruel.”
That was what Akane thought as the man she loved began to carve his way through samurai, his eyes laden with an accursed yellow glow. She turned momentarily to gaze at Tamaki and the others. It was difficult to make them out in the darkness of night, amidst a blinding flurry. Even so, she knew Tamaki was alive.
For the moment.
“Shit! We need to retreat!” she roared.
Fake Jun said, “Nonsense. Follow me, men. I-”
The men ahead of him were being split into pieces like cuts of meat. A black blur was carving through them. Two were dead in the same second. The third was split horizontally through his midsection. The golden-eyed killer peered through splintering pieces of his victim to catch a glimpse of his next meal. Akane’s trembling hands began to grow still as she fell into the rhythms of manslayer. Even if unable to summon the Jigoku, she was no novice with the blade. She merely needed to survive his hell release long enough until its wielder gave into weakness. Everyone needed to breathe eventually. Yet every second seemed to stretch into a minute. A whirlwind of death was spinning around, its sword screaming for blood. It carved a dozen slashes into a samurai in an instant. Years of Uesugi training were meaningless here.
Blood.
Blood was raining down on Akane’s face.
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At the moment, Tamaki had managed to survive the demon’s onslaught. He had taken to retreating behind a large tree. In his arms, he held his companion, trying to quiet his screams born of pain from a severed limb. Witnessing his comrades being butchered, Tamaki had pleaded with his master to strategically retreat, but his arrogant sire would not so much as entertain the thought. And so, what was a man to do but fight? He would not abandon Lord Jun nor his comrades. He would not abandon the woman he had shared a kiss with not an hour before. Not after seeing her cry tenderly. Not after witnessing how such a killer selflessly plunged into an ice-capped lake to save Hidenobu from a frozen grave. What a shame it would all be in vain. Tamaki’s eyes wavered as he slid his kunai over the man’s throat, easing his passing.
“You have served with honor. May you find peace in the next life, Yamayoshi-san.”
Their tragedy was interrupted as the wolf caught their scent. Tamaki’s body nearly froze as he saw the demon dashing at him. He drew out his wakizashi and prepared to duel, only to realize the yellow-eyed demon had crossed the tundra in an instant. His executioner had already reached him, with his katana poised in a downward strike that would hew him in half. It was then the female ronin sprang into his sight, her sword blocking that of her foe. She seemed to simply appear in the same moment the ninja blinked. The speed of these manslayers was beyond human.
The shinobi gazed in awe upon the shower of sparks born as iron collided, screaming loud enough to drown out the howl of the snowstorm. Akane took on the killer that was Jun, relying on every ounce of skill to survive him. Their swords were clashing and parrying rapidly, twisting and slashing at an unnatural speed that Tamaki’s trained eyes struggled to comprehend. How was she facing him? He was clearly physically stronger, and she was on the defensive. Jun’s bare chest muscles and biceps bulged madly as he sent Gensai’s cursed sword crashing down on her, hard enough to split open the earth below. Yellow fire poured out from his eyes. And she met him in battle all the same, even if deprived of his accursed power. Akane’s blade had blocked his hellish blow, and her feet were positioned perfectly as to not stumble from his might. It was time for her counter. Her katana’s pommel rolled in her hand elegantly as she slashed upwards fiercely, sending Jun’s blade backwards. Her mighty swing sent the foul wind fleeing even if the wolf proved more persistent.
Another Uesugi now leapt into the fray. This was a mistake. Jun immediately evaded his swing and retaliated with a thrust that launched him forward like an arrow, nailing his victim to a tree. Meanwhile, Akane shuffled backwards to Tamaki, panting as she massaged her wrist. Her body was aching and winded, as if a horse had crashed into her.
With a gash in his own leg, Tamaki stood up courageously and uttered, “There is no escape from this. Not for me. Akane-dono.”
The way he said her name so tenderly… It broke her heart.
He continued, “Please, I will hold off this beast while you escape with Lord Jun!”
“Idiot!” she said, “There’s no chance in hell I’d let you die in vain. I’ll get us all out of here. You included, Tamaki!”
“So, you remembered my name. I’m glad,” he said gently.
“Of course, I did! How could I ever forget you? Now don’t you dare die on me!”
It was then that Fake Jun ran to her with Hidenobu trailing after him. The samurai nodded at Tamaki, as if sharing a silent message. As Akane searched keenly for her old lover, his imitation began to shake her shoulders vigorously.
“Ronin, get me out of here!”
“Let go of me! Where did Tamaki go?”
Her eyes searched the dark for what remained of the Uesugi’s hire.
It was in this darkness that Tamaki and Hidenobu made their final stand against Jun. Hidenobu was already wounded as he traded swings with the demon’s sword. In this same moment, Tamaki flanked them speedily from behind, his feet tossing up a flurry of snow. Timing his ambush for the moment the demon crossed blades with his comrade, Tamaki did the impossible and wrapped a cloth around Jun’s head. This rag was laced in the drug he often used to subdue his targets: opium.
The mighty Jun now grabbed him effortlessly by the throat and held him in his grip. Tamaki reached for a kunai and tossed it, but Jun caught it in his teeth, clamping down and shattering it as if his jaws were made of steel. The shinobi now experienced something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. Hidenobu slashed wildly at the distracted manslayer, desperate to save his friend. He was rewarded wtih Gensai’s katana sticking through his eye socket. Tamaki used the distraction to send a brunt kick onto the heavily-drugged demon before him. As the drug weakened his mind, it was enough to release the monstrous grip on the shinobi’s throat. The moment his feet reached the snow, Tamaki threw himself forward at Jun with his kunai in hand. Yet even a drugged Jun was a threat. The manslayer seized his foe’s weapon and began to crush the shinobi’s fingers as they wrestled viciously.
It was in this moment that Akane reached them both and before her, lay an opening of mere seconds. She saw Tamaki slip a second kunai out of his sleeve as Jun faltered from the drug onto one knee, preoccupied with snapping his victim’s wrist. It was then she realized the truth. Her old lover might die here.
Jun…
“Now! Akane-dono!” shouted Tamaki, “Kill him!”
A memory returned of a teenage Jun huddling Akane in the dojo as it rained outside, using his body’s furnace to warm her slender frame. She found solace in his broad shoulders, in his kind eyes. He had told her to sleep soundly that night for he would protect her from all nightmares.
The wind of the present was howling. Akane drew back her right foot and slipped her ragged blade back into its sheath. The stance was of one of a sword master, used to gather up all power and speed before unleashing it in a quickdraw dash. Every tendon and muscle in her body sprang forward. She passed like a ghost through Jun and her blade was already back in the sheath. Tamaki felt his body overtaken by pain as he fell onto his stomach, body broken by her strike and mind shattered by her betrayal.
“W-Why?”
And yet he knew the answer. He lay helplessly in a grave of snow as Jun drew up his foot to smash the man’s skull into paste beneath his heel. The lady ronin began to hold him back, her hand catching his sword-bearing arm.
“That’s enough, Jun! I’m here. It’s me, your Akane-chan!”
They were dueling again.
Embracing.
Kissing.
How cruel….
The fallen shinobi felt his mind slipping from the world…
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When Tamaki awoke, he found himself alone in the wilds. Daybreak had only just arrived. The body of his master was nowhere to be found and he would later learn that Lord Jun had fled the battlefield. And as he searched about the graveyard, he realized he was terribly close to the same dojo from earlier. Around him, his comrades lay slain in pools of their own blood, melting through the pure white snowfield. Most of their corpses were dismembered at the limb or neck. His heart grew heavy as he recalled their deaths, even heavier as he recalled how Akane had betrayed him. It was then he ripped open his kimono, so desperate to understand why he was alive. To his surprise, his chest was without wound nor blood. At last, Tamaki understood the strange mercy he had been shown. She had hit him with the back of her blade. Akane had crushed his ribs and terribly bruised him, but he would live.
Carefully, Tamaki peaked up ahead to the far-off dojo. Yet not a living soul remained here. Had Akane and this demon fled? He drew closer to the building. As he figured, this small building was completely deserted. To his surprise, it did not look like a killer’s den but a properly tended dojo. Save for one area of blemish. Upon one corner, he spotted marks showing a struggle. Yet no blood. And there was a sinful fluid staining the ground. His eyes looked away in pain.
In the end, he struggled to understand her, perhaps as she struggled to understand herself.
The last survivor of the hunting party headed back towards Hokusei to locate his missing lord. However, he soon halted in his steps. Tamaki was utterly broken, no longer able to serve a coward nor able to behave bravely himself. It was not as if he was an Uesugi himself, merely a mercenary of these parts. His forehead protector fell to the ground. Something told him that if he pursued Akane and the demon further, her earlier mercy would have been wasted. Instead, he would return to the capital to search for Toshio, to complete his training so as to silence the fear in his heart. All the while, he thought of the woman who had seduced, betrayed, and saved him. Perhaps one day he would win her over and save her from her eternal heartache, from the burns inflicted by her old flames.
Since Samurai of Hyuga book 4 already released a little more than a week, I figured it’s okay to post this spoiler filled meme (and of course, SPOILER ALERT):
