The forest floor blurred beneath her sandals as the female shinobi obeyed Hanzo's command, her lithe body weaving between ancient oaks and moss-covered stones. The path was familiar—she had tracked Nathan here before, to the hidden pond where the waterfall sang its endless, crystalline song. But tonight, the air was different. Thicker. Laden with something primal that made her skin prickle beneath her mesh armor.
As she drew closer, the murmur of the cascade gave way to other sounds. Wet, rhythmic slaps. Guttural grunts. And a woman's voice, high and broken, crying out in raw, unguarded ecstasy.
"Haaan❤️! Yesss, Ryoo❤️! Hardeeer! Hyaa—!"
The shinobi slowed, her breath catching in her throat. She pressed herself against the broad trunk of a cedar, peering through the curtain of hanging vines that veiled the pond's edge.
