Masanori The Ronin[Ze Blitzkrieg]

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She seemed to busy to notice his little comments closing her eyes as she rode him harder and harder. Her thighs were parted wide and his huge cock sank all the way in making her squeal in pleasure. She was now balls deep in him rolling her body in short quick thrusts and leaned forward to kiss his lips letting her tongue push forward to dance with his and after a few moments parted biting his lip as she retreated. The woman was breathing harder and harder sweat rolling off her body as she continued to ride the Ronin. By now they had spilled a good portion of the water but that had just hit the smoldering fire bellow them and sent up more steam into the room.

As she continued to lean forward her breasts pressed up against him and her hips continued that rapid pace though after a few minutes he could feel her body clenching down hard and she let out a soft cry breathing harder and taking a moment to recover from her climax. She stared up at him for a moment and without a word started grinding against him again and then bouncing in his lap once more head down and concentrating on bringing him to his own orgasm. It was clear the girl was getting tired and not used to someone with much stamina.

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He might not have been the most familiar with smooth talking his way through things, but the hard, heated grinding between the two of them was something Masanori was well acquainted with. He savored the sensation of her hot, tight folds ringing his shaft with every rapid shift of her hips, parting his lips so he could welcome her tongue into his mouth and wrestle it for dominance in the heat of passion. He moaned and rumbled against her mouth, showing the peasant woman she was doing well in pleasing him. He was remiss to be without the sweet taste of her lips when she withdrew from him, but being able to watch her pant and sweat above him, her hips working to pleasure them both, was more than enough to sate him. He watched with lustful eyes as Naimah dangled her shapely tits before him and rode her way to a climax.

Feeling her cunt spasm around him drew a few pleased grunts from the ronin, the sensation of her insides milking him with spasm after spasm helping churn the heat in his heavy balls all the more. Yet it wasn't quite enough to push him over the edge; something the commoner seemed surprised about, if nothing else. Flashing her a cocky grin, the ronin slid his hands off the back of the tub and grabbed her by the swell of her hips beneath what remained of their bath. He buried his face into her tits, pulling her closer to him and putting in some work of his own for once. As he latched his mouth onto one of her stiffened peaks, he began to guide her up and down on his member, bouncing her harder and faster than she had gone in the moments previous. It was clear she was getting fatigued, and he wasn't one to leave a lady with a bad time.

It took him only a few more minutes of this renewed vigor to feel that familiar tension in his gut. Hefting her up and bringing her down over and over, fucking her onto his shaft like a glorified sex toy, Masanori began to groan into her tits. He had been sucking and nibbling his way back and forth across them, enjoying the salty taste of her skin as he kissed and licked his way all across her chest in his passion. But now, at the verge of climax, he could only bury his face against her collarbone and snarl as his sack tightened and his cock throbbed. Pulling her down with force, he sheathed himself within her entirely and wrapped his arms around the small of her back as the first gout of thick, sticky cum erupted from his tip and filled her deepest parts.

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The girl continued doing her best but as he took hold of her she let out a gasp and then her hands moved up to his shoulders digging in as he took her for a ride. She twitched around him insides squeezing and gripping at his member right up until the point where he dumped his load inside her filling the girl and making her let out a squeal of pleasure burying her face against his shoulder. He could hear her heavy panting in his ear and feel her trembling body pressing up against him as she slowly recovered. She was still grinding against him but much more slowly savoring every moment as until he was done spurting into her.

She lifted her head up eyes sparkling as she smirked at him. "You're a real jerk you know that... that was dangerous." She pointed out trying to slowly lift herself off his member if he allowed. "If you need a room I could fix one for you, but don't make it a habit. If you're going to stick around the village you'll need to find work." She suggested resting against him whether or not he let her pull free. She seemed truly exhausted after her efforts resting her head against him and running her hands over his stomach... and then down to his member wiping it clean.

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"Ronin are dangerous. You knew what you were getting into." He replied, returning to his languid position once the last of his seed made its way into her. He allowed the girl to lift herself off his cock, still hard as it was. Truth be told he could have kept going, but she seemed rather dazed as it was, and he didn't need her wails in his ears to ruin the mood. He rolled his eyes as she seemed to scold him about work, as if he didn't know hospitality came at a price.

"I think I'll take you up on the room. I had intended to fill your bed tonight, but it seems like one of us isn't up to the task." He teased, flexing his rigid cock in her hands as she wiped the proof of their encounter from it.

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Naimah glanced up at him again searching his eyes for a moment and letting out a sigh cheeks coloring slightly. "Fine... my rooms the one at the end. Clean yourself up first." She said perhaps enticed by his offer... or at least that huge cock that had made her moan earlier. She got out of the tub on shaky legs moving to grab herself a towel and tossed another across his face. When he pulled it from his vision she was gone but he knew where to find her if he wanted her again and that look in her eyes told him he could likely have her again whenever he wished. Not his most difficult conquest but then again, this was a backwater little fishing village. He wasn't going up against steep competition.

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Masanori laughed at her reaction. He couldn't say he was especially surprised, but it was good to know he had a place to bury his cock again if he wanted. He rose from the water, snatching the towel off his face so he could wipe himself free of any moisture, sweat or otherwise. Once he had hopped out of the bath and finished, he wrapped the cloth loosely around his waist and snatched up his clothing and swords, bundling them together and heading off to find Naimah's room.

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As she said, the room was just at the end of of the hall. It wasn't much as far as rooms were concerned. A small wooden bed with enough room for both of them, but only just, a small collection of wooden figures on a shelf. A few plain outfits tucked away in an open chest and one nude woman glancing over her shoulder at him. She reached up to pin up her hair and resumed fussing over it in the mirror as he approached. "Well I hope it was everything you wanted. As I said you can stay here the night at least." She said moving over to sit on the edge of her bed staring up at him. She looked hesitant now unsure of herself after he had bested her in the tub, her earlier confidence shaken and now she seemed to delegate the initiative to him. Was he going to bed the girl again? Or just relax with her in his arms as they both nodded off into sleep?

After his earlier efforts he checked his wound briefly and found the bandages were holding, though of course they were soaked through. He'd need to probably change that at some point, maybe in the morning if he couldn't be bothered now. Besides that things were looking better for Masanori than they had this morning he almost felt back to his old self.

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"Well, you were certainly one of the better inn girls to ride me in a tub." The ronin remarked with a devilish grin. Much as he wanted to throw her on her back and see just how sturdy this bed of hers was, he thought better of it as he checked his wound. It didn't seem to be bothering him much, but he didn't want to test the waters too much with how close he was to recovery. He uncoiled the bandages, checking to see if it was closed up enough not to bleed in the night. Implying it was, he opted to go without bandages. Otherwise a search for some cloth was in order.

Regardless of that, though, Masanori discarded his towel somewhere along the way and decided to join Naimah on her bed. It was a bit small for him, but after laying on straw mats for however many days, any bed was one to enjoy. Once he settled in, the warrior stretched his arm across the back of the bed and patted his chest in invitation.

"Get over here and keep me warm. Might have to spread your legs make some heat of my own if you don't," he teased, "Though I think I'll do that in the morning regardless. Nothing like a good fuck to get the day started."

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"Hmm not as if there's much room to argue." She replied moving up against him and draping herself across his shoulder and wrapping one arm around his torso. It felt good on his sore ribs and her warmth was comforting after the long soak in the tub. He found himself drifting faster than expected and soon drifted off into another unsettling dream...

The heat around him was sapping Massanori of his strength and the thick vines around him slowed his progress. Duling his blades on the foliage would have gotten him through faster but he didn't have the time to stop an repair them. There was something in this jungle with him... was it a jungle? His hand touched a solid stone wall overgrown with vegetation and in the low lighting he could hardly make it out. What he could make out was the scraping sound behind him. Terror was not an emotion he normally let take hold of him but this time was different. His discipline was gone and he scrambled to pull himself through the darkness and away from that hellish noise. The sense of panic and dread only grew as he couldn't seem to make progress through the mire of vines. Something grabbed a hold of him dragging him back towards the heat and he heard the laughter of something in the dark... an oddly feminine noise.

Masanori sat bolt upright in bed and felt something squeeze around his neck. He reached up ready to tear the vines away but instead found the womans arm. She was still fast asleep but he could hear shouts from somewhere and could smell smoke drifting into the room from somewhere. His clothing and swords were nearby and the shouting sounded like it was just outside the building. As he prepared he heard the sharp chime of steel against steel and then a pained cry shortly after...

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Masanori swore under his breath as he found himself awake once more, though not entirely for the night terror he had experienced. The familiar smell of pillage and the sound of battle saw him darting to clothe himself quickly and slide his swords back into his belt. As he prepared to rush out into the fray, the ronin took some mercy on the sleeping girl and grabbed her roughly by the shoulder to shake her awake.

"Grab a weapon and hide yourself. With luck, they won't burn this place to the ground with you in it." He told her, then allowed his legs to carry him back down through the halls and towards the commotion outside.

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Masanori quickly threw his clothing together grabbed his blades and headed through to the front of the inn. Sliding the screen door out of the way he saw the villages main street was alive with activity. Wakimoto conscripts were currently ravaging the village, the lightly armored troops were running down peasants with their spears and making short work of the minimal opposition. He quickly spotted the source of the clanging steel and saw the kitsune was back on his feet currently engaged with the lone Samurai that seemed to be accompanying this group. Rather thank locking blades however he saw the kitsune was currently wielding a pan keeping it between him and the Samurai's blade. He looked tired and already had a shallow cut across his back and the villagers who hours earlier had been suspicious of the fox seemed quite happy to fall back as he seemed to take on the brunt of the enemy's ire and kept lashing out with a foot or the pan at any who tried to sprint past him. It was a losing game however as he was badly outnumbered and only two other villagers seemed to be actively fighting back against the troops.

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With blade in hand, Masanori quickly surveyed the carnage before him. It seemed his old clansmen had caught up with him, by chance more than likely, and had gone about their usual acts of brutality and pillage. He didn't expect the villagers to put up much of a fight, but it seemed the yokai from the day before had stuck around long enough to get wrapped up in this business. It also seemed like he had engaged the biggest obstacle among the raiding party; another samurai. Deciding that it would be best to eliminate the leadership before focusing on the footmen, Masanori attempted to steer clear of the samurai's line of sight, maneuvering through the chaos of the raid as best he could to try and get behind the warrior while he hacked and slashes at the kitsune.

With a little luck, he could find a favorable angle, and get in a cheap shot before he realized he was flanked. Armor was always a pain to get through, but having worn it for most of his young life, he knew where a blade could find purchase between gaps and weaker points where only mail protected the wearer.

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Masanori stepped out into the street and weaved through the footmen and fallen villagers staying clear of the raiders to close in on the Samurai. Arashi's eyes briefly darted to Masanori and he leaned back dodging a blow and reached down to grab a fistful of earth and fling it at the Samurai's eyes. He backed up a few steps right into Masanori's readied blade. In one quick motion he drove the steel upward between a joint in the mans armor and when he pulled free the Samurai dropped to his knees gasping and then fell down lying motionless.

"Well that wasn't very honorable... I thought you Samurai were all about that?" He asked with a brief grin but it didn't last as they both saw two footmen incoming spears raised. "You know there's an awful lot of them crossing the bridge. Too many for this village to fight off. Might want to find a good time to run maybe down in the ravine and follow the river?" He suggested parrying the spear thrust. Masanori meanwhile sidestepped and countered with a quick slice slaying his next foe with ease. These footmen weren't particularly well trained or heavily armored. If it weren't for their numbers he could probably cut quite a lot of them down... and his wound was hardly bothering him today.

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"Can't be a samurai without a lord." Masanori answered, flicking the blood off his sword as he surveyed the situation further. The fox was right; there wasn't going to be much left of this village by the end of things. Cutting and running now was probably the best bet he had. But that idea irritated him. He had already run from his clan once, run from the horrors he had perpetuated under them. How many villages had he taken part in sacking, just like this one? It felt wrong to abandon them to their fate. Especially after the inhabitants had been so kind as to nurse him back to health.

The ronin slid his blade back into its sheath. Muttering a curse under his breath, he reached down and grabbed the discarded spears of the footmen he had just slain. He tossed one of them to the kitsune; though he didn't seem especially well trained, Masanori knew from experience that he was supernaturally quick thanks to his Yokai heritage, and using a spear wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do.

"If I can stop them from crossing, I'll bottleneck their advance. This is a raid, not a pitched battle; kill or delay them enough, and they'll give up to find something better." He called back to the kitsune, rushing forward to try and stem the flow of soldiers before too many of them poured into the village in a second wave. Hopefully the spear he had taken would give him the advantage in reach he needed to ward them off.

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Arashi tilted his head and caught the spear as it was tossed to him shrugging and discarding the pan. "Okay... good luck then." He said turning to retreat deeper into the village to hunt down the soldiers that had already entered. Masanori turned and made his way back uphill this time cutting down the spearmen in his way one by one. If they had focused on him than perhaps he would have been in trouble but these were not the elite vanguard, likely untested conscripts. By the time he had cut his way up to the rope bridge that crossed the flowing river he had washed up along there were more than a dozen dead and he had worked up a good sweat. More were coming but single file and with the spear they had a slight advantage as they took a more cautious approach. Still the bottleneck was effective even if he had to work harder to move past their guard and spill blood.

As the first one tumbled over the side of the swaying bridge Masanori got a look at the far side of the cliff and saw a trio of Samurai proper. He recognized the grinning red skull masks of his previous clans Samurai overlooking the battle from their horses. Masanori cut down another spearman in a quick riposte and saw one of the trio pulled a bow up and began to notch an arrow. His line of sight was bad as another footman rushed forward but Masanori would be pressing his luck to stay here forever. Behind him he could hear the fires growing and more smoke was starting to fill the sky.

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Snarling at the apparent hopelessness of the situation, Masanori cursed at the raiders. Why bother sending so many men to burn a hamlet with no wealth or food to spare? It was just overkill at that point. As another footman rushed foolhardy towards him, he devised a stratagem to make his retreat more palatable. A quick lunge would send the tip of the spear towards the man's chest, where he hoped to keep it while he wedged the other end of the spear in the bridge before him. Hoping the footman's body would provide some cover from arrows in the meanwhile, the ronin then reached for his katana and drew it, hacking at the ropes which kept the bridge suspended on the end towards the shore. If he could send it tumbling into the river below, it would at least delay the crossing of the remaining soldiers, and give him enough time to make a break back into the village.

Truth be told, it was wisest just to abandon the villagers and hope that his gambit gave the wise enough time to escape. But, he had at least a few debts to repay. The fisherman and his niece had fished him from a certain death by infection and exposure; his first stop was to see if he couldn't see one or both of them escaped. After that, the inn, since he had told the poor girl to hide rather than run, and he didn't wish her death to hang on his conscience. Besides, she had been a good lay, and dragging her with him would at least give him a hole to use on the road and a warm body to keep the trail's chill at bay.

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The footman seemed to fight without much sense of self preservation and Masanori easily impaled the man twisting to use the body as cover for the first arrow that thunked into the dead mans back. Falling back he ducked another arrow but the third seemed off its mark entirely. He got to the village side of the bridge and than cut the supports. Half a dozen enemy soldiers let out cries of surprise as they were plunged into the river below. With the tide stemmed Masanori was free to turn and head back into the village. Most homes were now burning including the fishermans hut but the girl was outside propping up the now injure kitsune. He was bleeding from his side but was still moving at least. The pair of them staggered towards Masanori as the flames rose on either side.

"Tough luck. Girls uncles dead. If we're going to leave we should do it now. Not going to be anything left by mid day. What did you do to piss these guys off?" He asked with a smirk as they all retreated towards the inn. Thankfully that wasn't in flames but he could see two footmen entering spears ready.

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"Follow the ridge downstream as fast as you can; I'll meet with you soon." Masanori told the fisher woman and the fox as he eyed the footmen entering his target. It wasn't ideal, but he would have an advantage against them on account of knowing the layout. Banking on the tight hallways inhibiting their ability to wheel around and use their spears as they searched, he kept his sword in a tight grip and entered moments after the soldiers had, hoping he could catch them off guard and dispatch them before they found or hurt Naimah. Then all he needed to do was drag her to safety and flee.

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Masanori quickly entered the inn before the two footman had gotten very far. Naimah was nowhere to be seen but the two soldiers turned raising their spears towards Masanori. Novices or not being outnumbered was putting him at a disadvantage, he circled to one side hoping to put one between the other but they seemed to know enough to adjust their positions and keeping him in view. Masanori remained calm watching them slowly lose their nerve as they were faced with a proper warrior and not some defenseless peasant. The one on the left struck first charging with his spear the other was just a tad slow on the draw and it was all the time Masanori would need. He stepped into the spearmans guard and brought his blade up slicing him open on his side and by the time he was done with that he parried the second spear and brought his blade back down across the other mans throat.

By the time the two bodies dropped he had cleaned his blade and resheathed it. He felt great, like he was at the peak of his form despite his injury which he no longer felt at all. Peering down he looked to his side and saw no blood at all in the bandages. Peeling them back with his thumb to take a look he saw there was no wound at all anymore, just a simple scar. How long had it been like that? He had changed it last night but that wasn't long enough for it to have fully healed. Naimah appeared from behind the bar clutching at a kitchen knife. "Is it over? Was that the last of them?" She asked breathing heavily and staring at the two corpses on the ground and then at Masanori.

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"This isn't a raid, this is an extermination." Masanori replied simply, reaching to grab Naimah by her wrist as strong as he could. He figured she would have some misgivings about leaving her home and business behind, but she was going to lose her inn no matter what happened. What she didn't need to do was lose her life on top of it.

"We're leaving. Stay close to me and try not to draw attention." It was a simple enough request, and with what little time they had left, he didn't have time to hear complaints. The ronin would make good on his promise and hurry along to meet the kitsune and fishgirl at the damned ravine the former had kept going on about, his one-time lover in tow.