Meat Ninja: Nana

E01: Her Cover Was Blown

'This work was created by a single author with no particular cultural or religious affiliation and contains depictions of a broad range of sexual fetishes, all used in service of character development and narrative progression. If you find yourself offended, please note that the relevant keywords were provided upfront. Rated D for Degeneracy and absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18, enforced strictly by the--Honors System.'

The Muff glided through the waves. Moments later, the first cannonball struck just past the mizzenmast, splitting a section of the deck into flying shards of lacquered wood.

A sleek frigate, gilded with golden dragon motifs and prayer-etched brass, the whole vessel shuddered like a living thing under the assault. Another shot--a near miss whistling overhead--was followed by a third crashing into the portside cabin with a thunderous roar. The pursuing ship, already running alongside, pressed in close. A crash of timbers. Then, the ruckus was followed by the whine of grappling hooks flying through the smoke-thick air.

The huge pirate galleon loomed like a nightmare out of the sea mist. An enormous black leviathan, decorated with sails sewn from funeral shrouds, and armed with a hull scorched from battles barely survived. Painted on its prow was an almost comical looking skeletal dragon, with what looked like an oddly proportioned cutlass tucked in between its teeth. Another push, and the two ships slammed together with a screech of wood and iron.

Below deck, the sounds of battle were muffled. They were instead replaced by groaning timbers and the distant, rhythmic slosh of water in the hold.

Also--

Slurp!

Lord Shin-bonbon leaned back into the silk cushion of his private bedroom. He was completely naked, with the hairs on his broad chest rising and falling with every labored breath. Between his spread legs, a ceremonial kimono--worth the salary of a month's labors from a million plebs in his homeland--was thrown into a messy pile. From that messy pile protruded one long, shapely leg.

The leg shifted, glistening brilliantly white in the candlelight. As a result, the kimono lifted, and a butt appeared, round and shaped like a ripe pear. It pushed out of the fabrics, seemingly of its own will, bouncing enticingly up and down.

A groan (of pleasure, of fright, we cannot say) and the butt wriggled. Alabaster skin glowed like pure ivory as the round cheeks bounced visibly. The leg pushed upwards. Below it, now fully exposed to the faint light, was the concubine's freshly used pussy. Dark colored lips nestled inside soft, white thighs, opening with the pink center fully exposed. A thick trickle of sperm dribbled from those same lips, sliding down over the clitoris to disappear in a tangle of dark pubic hair below.

Cum from her master, freshly deposited not half an hour ago.

The dark pubic hair moved, pressing and scratching against the sheets. Lord-Shin-bonbon groaned again.

"Suck harder!"

They were in the process of being boarded, but the diplomat was determined to have his way. A huge hand came down on the head in his lap, and he pushed. There was only token resistance. A small, submissive moan, and the head began bobbing quicker. He felt her tongue sliding along his cock, her saliva washing him up and down even as she enthusiastically sucked him off. Her red lips were wrapped around his penis, and he barely needed to urge her along in her duties. Still, he did so.

He liked to be in control.

Lord Shin-bonbon grabbed a fistful of hair, relishing in the woman's pained whimper as she redoubled her efforts. Her tongue swirled around his cock, her lips leaving messy trails of saliva all along the veiny shaft. She pumped her head eagerly in his lap, every motion accompanied by a wet, sloppy squelch as he yelled at her from the bed.

"Slut!"

"Mmmf!"

That only encouraged her. The concubine continued sucking, moving in time with the hand pressing into the back of her head. As she did so, her butt pushed further upwards, the remains of her kimono sliding down her smooth back. It puddled around her slim neck; and with his free hand, Lord Shin-bonbon grabbed it and tugged. A makeshift collar formed, and, briefly, the concubine looked up. His cock slid from her mouth with a wet slurp, leaving a long trail of sticky saliva behind. Another tug, and she got the message. Her watery, hazy eyes returned to Lord Shin-bonbon's cock, and her lips swiftly followed.

She kissed, licked him up and down before pressing her face into his crotch. He rubbed pre-cum over her face, and the young woman slid her tongue along his engorged penis. When she reached the tip, she didn't need to be asked. A quick turn, and her mouth was wrapped around the head once more. She resumed sucking loudly.

Lord Shin-bonbon sighed.

Meanwhile, the galleon roared. The battle atop was in full swing. Cutthroats in mismatched armor swung over on ropes, howling war cries in a dozen languages. A huge man shaped like a living mountain guffawed callous laughter from between bronze teeth, even as his men hurled themselves over the rail. Muskets, rust-pocked cutlasses, axes still sticky with blood. All rang over the defenders of the Muff as the vessel was speedily overrun.

The battle would not last long.

Lord Shin-bonbon knew that as he looked down at the woman pleasuring him with her delicate mouth. He reached over and grabbed one cheek of her round, upraised ass; and she groaned as he rubbed and kneaded the flesh, filling the air between his legs with sloppy, wet, slurps. Lord Shin-bonbon grunted. He knew his was not a military vessel (and strictly speaking, it was not even a diplomatic one). The frigate's cover was that of a civilian ship, with only a token security force aboard. A small contingent of guards was their sole defense against the storm of blood and smoke they had found themselves ensnared in. Soon, they will be overwhelmed.

The concubine was on both knees now, with her ample ass thrust towards the open suite-room doors. Her legs were fully spread, and anyone running down the hallway would have gotten a clear, unobstructed view of her pussy. It still dripped with freshly deposited cum, the outer lips spread open like the petals of some exotic flower. Lord Shin-bonbon didn't care; and if he didn't, she wasn't allowed to either. She continued sucking.

When he came, he did so--as always--in her mouth. A weak moan of protest arrived with her lips still wrapped around his dick, even as he held her head down in his lap. He watched her gulp, relishing in the feeling of his warm seed spilling over her tongue. She was made to swallow before letting go; and her head quickly moved backwards, a small cry escaping as the crown of his penis popped out from between her lips. A wet spurt followed, along with a string of sperm mixing with saliva dangling from her chin. His penis twitched one final time, and the last blast went straight between her eyes.

He let go, and she fell forwards, panting. That's when, directly behind them, the pirates came charging down the hallway.

Braided hairs and flaming torches, with smoke billowing around the incoming throng.

The pirates resembled a ghostly army as their boots slicking across the wooden floor. Somewhere in the background, Lord Shin-bonbon heard screaming and the clashing of weapons from afar.

The first shot was probably a misfire. A ball whistled overhead and embedded in one of the silk scrolls that adorned the suite room walls. A swinging lantern cast long shadows over painted landscapes of mountain temples and riverside cherry blossoms as Lord Shin-bonbon finally got up. He was (barely) dressed, pulling on his ceremonial jacket and the squared hat of his office hastily. Meanwhile, beside him, the concubine raised herself on her knees on the bed. Her back was bare, and her kimono was wrapped around her slim waist like a belt. Beneath it, fully exposed in the candlelight, were her bare, glistening ass and spread legs. Her wet pussy tucked in between her round buttocks gave off a glimmering twitch as the attack played out.

Lord Shin-bonbon stood up next to the bed. He tapped twice quickly on a nearby wall. An opening appeared, barely enough to squeeze his muscular frame inside. Still, he managed to fit himself in, before looking back at the concubine and promptly declaring: "Okay, Nana, they're your problem now!"

"W-what?"

He did not wait to explain. The secret door snapped closed, and Nana turned to the pirates just as they flooded into the room.

A brief pause followed.

It was all she needed!

It couldn't be helped. The first thing the pirates saw charging into the suite room was her long, shapely legs. Then, that vision was followed by Nana's gleaming, sweat dappled back. The protruding butt with the enticing little mound barely hidden by the sublime crack of her ass. The pirates--and there were only three of them--understandably stumbled.

They had their weapons drawn, their faces twisted over by firelight and bloodlust. But soon, their expressions gave way to confusion.

Arousal.

Outright lust.

Nana did not miss the growing bulge in their pants, even as one was so careless as to lower his weapon.

That's when she struck.

Three men: The first a bald brute with a harpoon strapped to his back, and showing a mouth full of broken yellow teeth. The second brandished twin pistols and had a red sash tied around his head. The third was lean, silent, armed with a dagger and a serpent tattoo curling up his neck. All three died without lifting a finger against her.

Nana stepped over the bodies.

The fight had been short. Nana was able to dispose of one pirate by wrapping her long leg around his neck and snapping--and arguably that one had died best, with his nose buried in one shapely ass-cheek before the crack came. The others were not so fortunate. Inside her kimono were her ninja tools (not all of them, for the rest were hidden with more complicated spell-work) but enough for the task at hand.

Needles and pins.

A shuriken summoned from a hidden magical scroll.

The spinning blade whipped across the necks of the remaining pirates, and blood sprayed in a hot arc over the walls.

Now, Nana held her fingers over her chest while her soft, round breasts heaved up and down. She recited the magical words, and silk rustled like dry leaves. Suddenly the garment around her feet came to life! They wrapped around her, revealed to be fitting black shinobi mesh that contrasted well with the white of her legs. Her thighs pushed against the shortened fabric, which barely covered her round, bouncing buttocks. The rest of her garments lay scattered about her feet as Nana stood revealed--no concubine now, but a kunoichi bodyguard in a short orange frock with a deeply cut neckline.

The young woman wrapped her arms around herself. She pushed up beneath her big breasts until a prominent cleavage formed. Nana's nipples pushed visibly against the fabric, leaving little to the imagination. Meanwhile, weapons--hidden blades all--gleamed at her thighs, wrapping by themselves around her like deadly chains. She shifted her hips; her butt jiggling beneath the short skirt.

Nana stood in the shadows, trembling as she looked towards the secret compartment. There, Lord Shin-bonbon had already made his escape.

That idiot!

The kunoichi ground her teeth in her cheeks.

The groping, lecherous moron (whom she was required by her assignment to serve in all manners) had hung her out to dry!

And that wasn't even the worst of it!

He was her responsibility. His responsibility was the Missive they were carrying, and which they were supposed to deliver. To where (and to whom), Nana did not know. She was not permitted to know. But by running off the way he did, he was now putting everything in danger!

Nana's knuckles whitened, and she wiped his cum from her face with the back of a hand. She flung the semen into a corner, before her arms tightened around herself, squeezing her breasts together.

Nana's mission had failed.

But her battle had just begun--

What the Fuckwit?

(WTFWIT -- What the Fuck was I Thinking Author's Corner)

So, let's say I'm in this for the long haul and my tagline pitch is: Come for Porn; Stay for Plot.

1 chapters a week, posted Fri like cockwork--I mean clockwork shut up.

An epic erotica dark fantasy that's neither shy about the erotica or the epic dark fantasy; something like Berserk x La Blue Girl or Bible Black x Angel Blade, or Taimanin if it had the plot and style and animation of Mezzo Forte as if this is some forgotten OVA DVD/VHS you dug up from a bin in a video shop in the late 90s to early 00s that no one found but YOU.

But wait...

Isn't this prose? Don't I have like, no money to animate this shit? But isn't that even BETTER because nothing compares to human imagination and nothing especially compares to human imagination when its also really, really horny?

Allow me to rephrase (and especially relevant if you have no fucking clue what VHS or DVD even means):

Fight scenes written like a Stellar Blade cutscene with all the jiggle physics included (and all the banned mods installed).

Plot and character as if your favorite trad-pub Fantasy/Sci-Fi author or professional ghostwriter took one too many blue pills and stopped giving a fuck once it became apparent the erection isn't going away on its own.

The story is purely handcrafted--because sexy books shouldn't just be for ladies craving billionaires or innocent farm boy aliens with two penises talking about feelings or whatever; but for YOU.

(disclaimer: in this case it's you who plays video games, watches too much anime, reads a lot and faps more than what is probably medically advisable but yet feel strangely unsatisfied by sex loops and porn without reason/narrative to go with it--if that's not YOU you're in the wrong party but you're still welcome to stay to see if you like it here)

And What the Fuckwit? (Also known as WTFWIT -- What the Fuck was I Thinking Author's Corner?) That's gonna be me, at the end of every chapter, giving you a piece of my mind on the written degeneracy that you just finished reading. Hopefully, in the future, to also be filled with Q&A from fan mail I don't have yet so we can fap together to things like plot discussion, story theories, character studies and make stupid jokes on whether or not jiggling tits contribute enough to literary character growth because I have no idea what SBS is or what's going to happen when Luffy finds the One Piece.

Hence, keep reading and--

Oh shit, I forgot I was supposed to be talking about THIS chapter.

Ahem.

WTFWIT #1:

I felt like Nana should make a grand entrance. That was what was taught in all the writing schools I didn't go to where, supposedly, you're supposed to make a big first impression with your main character to immediately turn her into your anchor point for the reader, and therefore the entire story.

Hence, the outrageously expensive kimono reduced to a glittering pile.

Hence, that one shapely white leg gleaming like ivory in candlelight coming out of it and slowly lifting upwards.

Hence, following that leg further down, to WHAT IS TOTALLY ANATOMICALLY CORRECT FOR THE FEMALE HUMAN BODY THANK YOU I APPLIED FOR MEDICAL SCHOOL BUT THEY TOLD ME I WAS DANGEROUS TO SOCIETY.

And if I did my job right you should have been nursing a nosebleed before I even got to the actual blowjob and that nosebleed should have resulted in outright medical leprosy by the time Nana uses that same leg to snap that dude's neck with his face buried in her ass cheek. (Yes, it is still a good way to go Rest in Peace my pirate NPC I did you a solid on the way out!)

But wait... Nana isn't even the main character? It's her sister Robin and this is 7 chapters (I didn't count but 7 sounds like a nice, lucky number) of a prequel to all the sordid, fap-worthy ninja drama and epic fantasy action yet to come? Then why the fuck did I go to all that effort and-- *TV SMPTE test pattern noises*