Islands In a Stormy Sea

by

RobertCop3

This is an idea I got inspired by LordryuTJ's fic "SNK Heroines: Tournament of Dignity." If you haven't read it, go do that first (if you're reading this fic, then the fact that it's M-Rated shouldn't bother you). I'll wait.

You're back? Okay, so anyway, my fic is based on a moment from Chapter 34, when the Women Fighters are in the infirmary with Iroha. It takes place after that, in the early morning hours between Rounds Two and Three. I would like to say that this fic is merely inspired by Lordryu's work, and anything I write here has no bearing whatsoever on his story. With that, I hope you like! And as always, feedback is welcome.

All characters are the property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them or the video games

Round Two of the Tournament of Dignity was long over, and although there had been fewer fights than Round One, for many fighters this day had felt much longer. Of course, that was to be expected. The hostess of this tournament, Elisabeth Blanctorche, had invited thirty-two of the world's most dangerous women under her roof for one week, with the purpose of having them fight each other. One had to expect collateral damage, especially since the first round was over, and most of the one-off characters and B-listers had been culled from the ranks.

But still, even the more experienced among them had to admit that this tournament was more than what they were used to. The intensity and brutality of today's matches had definitely been turned up past eleven, with damage to both the combatants (both physical and in some cases, psychological) and Blanctorche manor itself.

It had been a trying day, not just for the fighters, but also for the help. Despite having fewer patients to care for than in Round One, the voluptuous Japanese maid known only as Iroha, a woman out of place and time in this century, and the one charged by Elisabeth with running the infirmary and tending to the wounded, had been busier today than she'd been yesterday. As previously stated, the fights were more intense, so the punishment doled out between fighters had been nastier, not always for the losers, but sometimes for the winners as well. The addition of some unexpected chaos in the form of a dark warrior known as Shiki had only added gasoline to the proverbial fire.

The last several hours had been grueling, but everything was finally under control. Shiki had been apprehended by Chizuru, and was under both heavy restraint and constant guard. Iroha had had her hands full in the infirmary, tending to both the latest casualties of the tournament, and also Shiki's rampage. Her friend Nakoruru had been the hardest to deal with. It had taken over a dozen pints of blood (thankfully, Elisabeth had a generous supply of the life-saving liquid, and Iroha prudently chose not to ask why or how), but the nature warrior was finally stable, and resting comfortably, as were the rest of the patients. So Iroha had retreated to her own private bedchamber for some much-needed decompression.

She now sat in a cozy chair in her room, sipping a hot cup of jasmine tea and watching a display of monitors that showed her the inside of the infirmary. Like most of the rest of the mansion, her charges were all asleep, and did not appear to be in any distress. It was a few minutes past midnight, so the maid should have been using the opportunity to catch a few hours of shut-eye herself, but she found that she was too restless.

Studies had been done suggesting that there was a direct correlation between sex and violence, that prolonged exposure to one only strengthened the desire for the other. The blue-eyed beauty was starting to think that might be true, as placing all these battle-hardened ladies under one roof, facing off against each other in brutal combat, seemed to be having some steamy side effects. Iroha had already heard about some of the sexual liaisons that had taken place between certain fighters, not all of them consensual. Of course, she also had some personal experience in the matter. Ever since the start of the tournament, more than a few of the fighters coming in and out of the infirmary seemed to have taken an interest in Iroha's plump, shapely rear-end, of which her skimpy maid's uniform provided an unobstructed view, with only a flimsy black thong to give her a small modicum of decency. She had endured more than a few slaps on the butt today, without even asking for them.

It certainly wasn't something Iroha needed at the moment, as she was dealing with her own internal struggle in addition to her duties as caregiver. Iroha's "displacement" into this century could not have happened at a worse time, as she had just been starting to feel a strong sexual attraction to her master, the man whose welfare she was devoted to back in her own timeframe. But she'd been ripped from the place she belonged before she'd been able to confess her feelings to him. To be taken away at the cusp of her awakening, and now... ever since she'd been taken in by Elisabeth, Iroha had been fighting to keep her newfound carnal urges under control.

But as Blanctorche manor had recently become akin to a war zone, human nature was making it harder for the maid to contain her libido. Earlier today, one of the fighters had gotten Iroha alone in the bathroom of the infirmary, and offered to let the big-bottomed beauty sit on her face. Thinking back to it now, Iroha was sorry they'd been interrupted, as she was starting to wonder what would have happened if she and Vanessa had carried their impromptu tryst through to completion. Would it have felt good to slide her thong down around her ankles and squat on top of the other woman, to feel the redhead's face nestled snugly between the soft, plump cheeks of Iroha's voluptuous rump, to feel those strong hands squeezing and slapping all that thick, round flesh?

The maid's heart began to beat a little faster. Iroha set her teacup down on the floor next to her chair, then shut her eyes and leaned back slightly, one hand moving towards the ample display of cleavage at the front of her black and white frock. A sigh escaped her lips as her dexterous fingers slid over the generous curve of her large breasts, feeling their warmth through the thin fabric of her uniform.

Her exploring hand became more eager, then, yanking the lapels of her outfit off to the sides, exposing her goods to the empty room (thankfully, Iroha's private bedchamber was one of the few rooms in the manor that did not have a security camera, so she didn't have to worry about putting on a show). Her fingers then continued to roam the contours of her bosom, the sensation even greater now that there was no fabric prohibiting direct contact.

Iroha's full lips quivered, mouth slightly open, her pulse and breath quickening from the pleasure she was giving herself. The mental image of the feisty redhead was quickly being replaced by another image, a man whom she had been cruelly torn from, a man that even now she ached for, in her heart and in her loins. In her current mood, it was easy for Iroha to switch fantasies, so that in her mind, it was now this man's face she sat on, and not Vanessa's.

Her fingers ceased roaming her breast and started to focus on her rapidly hardening nipple, rolling her plump areole between her thumb and two fingers. "Oh, Master..." the maid whispered in the stillness of her room with a slight whimper of pleasure. "Your face feels so good on my butt," she went on to say, pinching her nipple even harder now to the fantasy playing in her mind. "I've always liked showing off my butt to you. I'm... very happy that it pleases you."

Her face flushed slightly as she finished speaking these naughty words, things she'd never spoken even in private before, when she'd pleasured herself in the past. A small giggle escaped her lips, mixing with another moan of ecstasy.

Her other hand moved down below her waist, towards the tiny apron that was knotted about it (more like a handkerchief, really), providing only a slight amount of extra decency in the front of her revealing uniform. She opened her shapely, stocking-clad legs ever-so-slightly, her hand disappearing behind the minuscule square of white cloth to the black triangle of satin underneath that comprised the front of her thong. Through the soft fabric, Iroha could feel an intense, liquid heat building between her legs, and she imagined what it would feel like to have her most feminine place pressed against her master's hungry lips.

"Master!" Iroha cried slightly louder in the stillness of her room. The hand at her breasts began to fondle them more forcefully, while the hand at her loins slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, her fingers rustling the small landing strip of short black curls underneath. "I want you so much..." the maid whispered, her questing hand now slowly gliding down the strip of her pubes towards her warm slit...

Before she could enter herself, a knock sounded at her door. With a small squeak of alarm, the maid jumped from her chair like someone had just run an electrical current through it. "Wh-who is it?" Iroha called.

"It's Mai," called a voice on the other end of the door. "Are you busy right now?"

Mai?It took Iroha a moment to remember, as her work today had seemed never-ending, but then she recalled that the famous red kunoichi had been Iroha's first patient of the day. Shortly after Mai's fight with Leona Heidern had ended with a literal bang, the ninja girl's unconscious body had been delivered to the infirmary (still smoking) by her friend King. As she'd laid Mai down in a vacant bed, Iroha couldn't help but think how pretty the buxom ninja was, despite the ravages she'd just endured. With no one else to tend to until Yuri and Alice had been brought in, the blue-eyed maid spent some time just watching Mai sleep, admiring how peaceful she looked.

But what could she be doing here now? Her curiosity got the best of her, and Iroha quickly started to tuck her large breasts back inside her uniform. "Um... n-no," she stammered. "J-just a moment, please." Iroha managed to get her breathing and heart rate to slow down slightly, though her face was still a little flushed. But she didn't want to keep Mai waiting too long, so when she was satisfied that she was decent again, or as decent as she could get considering how she was dressed, she walked to the door and opened it.

Mai Shiranui stood on the other side, wearing her iconic red ninja uniform and fidgeting uncomfortably, unable to keep still as she fanned herself with one of her equally iconic weapons. If she noticed the red on Iroha's cheeks, she did not comment on it.

"Ms. Shiranui!" Iroha finally managed to get out after a moment of awkward silence. "This... this is a surprise."

Mai stopped fanning herself and used the leaf to cover the bottom half of her face, flashing Iroha a sly smirk from behind its folds. "A pleasant one, I hope?"

The maid's cheeks grew slightly redder. "Oh, well, um..."

Upon seeing Iroha's nervousness, Mai closed her fan and changed tactics. "Your ears are burning. Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything? If you are... you know... busy right now... then I can come back in five minutes."

Iroha shook her head faster than intended, slightly flustered that Mai's intuition seemed to have picked up on just what was happening on the other side of the door prior to her knocking. "Oh, no... it's just... I'm surprised to see you here. Just about everyone else in the mansion is asleep."

Mai shook her head, and tucked her fan back inside her costume, wincing a little as she did. "I couldn't sleep. I've tried, but I can't get comfortable. It's these damn burns all over my body. Every time the sheets touch my skin, it feels like a million pins and needles. I've tried taking a cold shower, but the effects don't last very long." She blew a long breath out through her nostrils. "I'm desperate for some lasting relief, but I couldn't find anyone else in the mansion willing to massage me. Well, I can think of a few people who'd be willing, but I don't want them touching me. So I gotta know..." She paused to reach inside her gi and pull out a small bottle of honey. "...Does the offer you made me earlier still stand?"

Iroha's memory flashed back to earlier in the infirmary, when she'd offered to give the ninja girl a wet massage to help ease the pain caused by the after-effects of Leona's attack. Mai seemed very interested in the offer to help, but unfortunately for her, they'd been interrupted before Iroha could follow through, and what with one thing and another, for the rest of the day another opportunity never came up.

Now, Iroha struggled internally with the answer. Yes, Mai was interrupting her personal time, and there was something about the look in the buxom beauty's eyes (similar to the one Vanessa had given in the infirmary bathroom) suggesting that the kunoichi was interested in more than just massage. By now Iroha had heard the rumors of what had passed between Mai and her old teammate, Yuri. Not that Iroha wouldn't be flattered if Mai were to worship her own derrière in a similar fashion, it was just that... the busty maid was trying to stay professional by keeping distance between herself and temptation, a trap she'd almost been snared in twice today. She was pretty sure the lady of the manor would not be pleased if Iroha fraternized with any of the guests.

But on the other hand, she had made a promise to Ms. Blanctorche to do everything in her power to care for the wounded this week, and Mai clearly looked like she was in pain right now. In the end, her sense of duty won out. She smiled warmly and held out a hand to accept the honey bottle. "Yes... of course it does. I'm happy to help you. Please... come in."

Mai breathed a huge sigh and placed the bottle in Iroha's outstretched hand. "You are a lifesaver, girl. I owe you big time."

"No you don't," said Iroha, as her patient stepped through the doorway into the maid's bedroom. "I'm simply doing my duty."

"You sound a little like my fiancé," Mai said with a laugh, her gaze sweeping over the cozy furnishings of Iroha's private room. Her eyes stopped on the small bank of monitors. It seemed there was no escaping those. "Big Sister is watching, huh?"

Iroha shook her head. "Oh, no... those are only hooked up to the cameras in the infirmary, so I can keep an eye on my charges. There is no security camera in my bedroom. Ms. Blanctorche respects my privacy when I'm not working."

"How uncharacteristically thoughtful of her," Mai said with just a hint of dryness to her voice. She and Elisabeth had never been friends, and though Mai was grateful that she was one of the few invited to compete this week, she and King had a bone to pick with how the aristocratic woman was running certain aspects of this show.

But those problems will still be here tomorrow. So Mai filed them away in a back corner of her mind and gave Iroha a warm smile. "But it's nice that she doesn't intrude on your personal space." This will make things easier for me. Because it turned out that Iroha was right: at the moment, Mai Shiranui had more on her mind than just a massage.

When Mai had first woken up in the infirmary after her explosive ordeal, Iroha had been tending to Yuri in the neighboring bed. The maid's back was to the kunoichi, so the first sight that greeted Mai when she opened her eyes was the nicest pair of butt cheeks she'd ever seen (aside from her own butt) hovering only inches from her face, looming in her field of vision like the moon over Tokyo in the summer. "Well, hello to you, too," Mai had said, but since her mouth and throat were still extremely dry from her spiritual immolation, her rasping voice did not have the flirty effect she'd been hoping for.

Upon hearing her speak, Iroha had started and turned to face the battered ninja girl. "You're finally awake," the maid had said. "And you don't sound very good at all. Just let me finish getting Ms. Sakazaki and Ms. Nakata comfortable, then I'll get you something cold to drink."

There was something about Iroha's face, those jet-black bangs framing her sparkling blue eyes, her full red lips curled upwards in a warm smile, that set Mai at ease despite the extreme discomfort she was in. "Well, thank you," Mai croaked. "That's very sweet of you."

"It's my pleasure," Iroha said, then turned her attention back to Yuri, giving Mai another view of that delectable rump, which definitely helped take her mind off the pain.

In addition to the first-degree burns spread out over her skin, Mai was also very disoriented, as anyone would be after surviving an explosion that originated from inside their own body. But despite this, she kept an eye on the scantily-clad maid as Iroha got her friends comfortable, and then made her way over to the sink to get Mai a tall glass of ice water. The ninja girl kept two eyes on her when Iroha bent at the waist to procure the ice from the mini-fridge, thrusting those succulent-looking buttocks into the air. King was out getting herself a stronger drink in another part of the mansion, or else Mai would have tapped her on the shoulder and asked the blond kickboxer if she too was seeing "dat ass," just to be sure Mai's rattled brain wasn't playing tricks on her. As it was, Mai had no one else to talk to at that moment (neither Yuri nor Alice were in the mood for conversation), so she'd just needed to trust that what she saw was real.

The ice water had been the best thing Mai had had to drink all week, rejuvenating her parched gullet like a magical elixir. She could have sworn that the maid flashed Mai a wink as the glass was handed to her, and later, when the offer of a massage was given, there was something about Iroha's broad smile suggesting that she had other reasons for wanting to get her hands all over the wounded kunoichi...

Now, standing in Iroha's bedroom hours later, most of Mai's disorientation had faded, but her thoughts on the ninja maid, and the ninja maid's sweet body, still remained pretty clear, leading Mai to believe that they were not the result of being punch-drunk after her fight. In fact, once she'd started thinking more coherently, she began to see her loss today as a blessing in disguise. True, she was out of the running in the tournament, but she'd lucked into something special in the form of Elisabeth's maid, a woman with a hunger similar to Mai's own, who could help the ninja girl satisfy her most secret fantasy, one that had piqued her curiosity for a while now...

"Please wait by the bed," Iroha said to Mai, interrupting the buxom brunette's train of thought. "I'll just be a moment."

"You're the nurse!" Mai said cheerfully, and bounced over to the bedside. Iroha turned and started off in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. Mai did not even try and hide the fact that she was staring blatantly at the other's woman's rear as Iroha walked away, admiring how those plump, round cheeks rose and fell with each step, and the sleek build of those long legs, clad in black silk stockings, which only served to accent her thick thighs and all that shapely meat on her butt.

Almost instinctively, Mai's hand slipped inside the lapel of her red fighting costume, closed around one of her own melon-shaped breasts, began to gently squeeze the soft, yet perky flesh, making herself shudder with pleasure. Then the ninja girl's self-control overrode her instinct, and she removed her hand and straightened out her gi. Control yourself, girl, she thought to herself. You will have that ass in your face before the night is over, if you play it cool. Kunoichi are masters of seduction. Time for you to show what you're made of. Mai allowed herself one last look at that glorious caboose, then she turned her back to the bathroom door and started to disrobe.

While Iroha was busy puttering around the bathroom, gathering up some towels to lay across the bed, she too was fighting her own instincts. She would rather be doing this in the infirmary, where there would be witnesses, making it easier to keep her urges under control. It was not only Vanessa, but Iroha had also come dangerously close to getting a little too "hands-on" with Lien earlier, though in that case, a subtle threat had been enough to keep the maid in line, and not so much the presence of others. Still, it was unnerving having a woman like Mai in her bedroom with no other sets of eyes, electronic or real. It would take all of Iroha's control to stay professional.

Iroha took another calming breath, then crouched down, opened the cabinet under her sink, and pulled out three large white terry cloth towels. Control yourself, girl, she told herself. You can handle this. Just give her the massage, and then she'll leave, and you can get back to touching yourself to fantasies of the master. The maid tucked the towels under one arm, stood up, used her foot to close the cabinet, gave a nod to her reflection in the mirror over the sink, and went back out into the bedroom with her soft bundle.

"Okay, Ms. Shiranui..." she started to say, then gave a yelp of surprise and dropped her towels when her blue-eyed gaze fell upon Mai. The ninja girl stood with her back to Iroha. She had untied the white sash from her waist, and was now opening the front of her gi and slipping it slowly off her body onto the floor, exposing the creamy skin of her bare back to Iroha, inch by inch.

Iroha's breath caught in her throat as the loose red fabric finally made its way down past Mai's waist, revealing the incredible hourglass curve of her hips and midriff, not to mention the shapely swell of her buttocks, clad in their own flimsy thong, this one red in color. If she knew Iroha was watching, Mai took no notice, and hummed a happy tune to herself as she started to unbuckle her wrist guards.

"M...miss Shiranui!" Iroha finally managed to stammer out. "Wha... what are you..."

Mai finally turned to face her caregiver (even though she'd known for a while now that Iroha had been watching her), and gave the dark-haired woman a broad smile. "Just making your job easier," Mai explained. "The burns are pretty spread out, so you'll be able to cover more ground more quickly if I'm naked." She gave a small shrug, and dropped her wristguards to join the rest of her clothing on the floor. She then grasped the sides of her red thong and started to slide it off. When it was halfway down her long legs, Mai gave a small shimmy which made it slip the rest of the way to the ground, leaving her fully nude except for her black and red tabi socks.

It took every ounce of the crane-turned-human's discipline to look her patient in the eyes, ignoring the rest of Mai's delicious-looking body. "I... understand that, Ms. Shiranui, b-but... do you have to take off your underwear?"

Mai gave another nonchalant shrug. "Please, call me Mai. And we're both ladies. I've got nothing you haven't seen." She flashed Iroha an even broader smile and a wink, similar to the one she'd gotten from Iroha earlier. "So... which side shall we start with? Heads or tails?"

Iroha was grateful for the opportunity to look at something else, and stooped to retrieve her towels. Holding them in one hand, she moved to the bed and turned down the soft, thick comforter, then draped the towels over the sheets underneath. That done, she turned her back to Mai. "It's... your choice, Ms. Shiranui. Please lie down when you're ready."

"It's Mai," the kunoichi repeated, and then climbed onto the bed, lying face-down on the soft cotton of the towels. She let out a small grunt as her stomach made contact with the terry cloth. Although it was much softer than the fabric of her uniform, or the bedsheets in the room she'd claimed with Yuri, Mai's belly was still very tender, having been the focal point where Leona's "blade" had first made contact.

Well, maybe now I can get some real help with it, the ninja girl thought as she finished settling onto the bed. "Okay, Iroha," Mai said in that infectiously cheerful voice of hers. "Ready when you are."

Iroha, still with her back to the bed, looked down at her left hand, which shook violently and held the bottle of honey in a vise-grip, threatening to burst it. She took a deep breath, trying to will the calmness into her hands, and after a moment, her grip on the bottle loosened. You can handle this, girl. You are the very model of a maid. So act like it. After a few more cleansing breaths, Iroha turned back towards the bed, and the lovely nude kunoichi who now occupied it.

Seeing her this close, without any clothing to distract the eye, Iroha could now clearly make out the small to sometimes medium blemishes of pink and red spread across the smooth, milky-white landscape of her patient's skin. Yet even with her war wounds, Iroha had to admit that Mai Shiranui still had the body of a goddess, the type of body that throughout history inspired men to put brush to canvas, or chisel to blocks of marble.

Although Iroha had curves of her own to spare (and she was fairly certain her own breasts were slightly bigger), she still felt the small twinge of jealousy in the pit of her stomach that Mai inadvertently inspired in other women. She decided to hold onto it, as it might distract her from how beautiful she thought Mai looked, and that the alluring ninja was naked in her bed, putting Iroha in a position that millions of single men across the world constantly wished they could find themselves in.

Even though Iroha had spent the last few minutes ogling the bare-skinned beauty, Mai, to her credit, remained patient, lying on her stomach with hands tucked under her chin, not saying a word, waiting for Iroha to begin. Finally, the voluptuous maid willed herself to focus, and cleared her throat. "So, would you like me to warm the honey first, Ms. Shiranui?"

The question got a small giggle from Mai. "Don't be afraid to call me Mai, Iroha. No one else can see or hear us. And don't bother... it'll probably feel better on my skin if it's cold."

"As you wish." Iroha took a moment to gently move Mai's ponytail off to the side and tuck it up by her left shoulder, leaving the kunoichi's bare back unobstructed. She then uncapped the bottle and gave it a squeeze, releasing a thick drizzle of the soothing liquid onto Mai's ravaged body. Iroha gently moved the bottle up and down, creating a stream in the center of the ninja girl's back, from between her shoulder blades to the small dimple just above the luscious curve of her buttocks.

That done, Iroha capped the bottle, tucked it down the front of her uniform, and began to gently move her hands in a circular motion, spreading the honey out over Mai's creamy, supple flesh. Mai, with her eyes half-shut, allowed a gentle moan to escape her lips. The wet, sticky liquid felt incredible on her parched skin, and Iroha's touch was light as a feather, yet also displayed a surprising strength (but that was to be expected, as Mai had heard from Yuri about the "discipline" Iroha had been forced to dish out earlier, she wished she could have seen that). This is already shaping up to be a great massage, she thought, letting out another moan, slightly louder this time. And I can't wait to see what else those hands can do.

Iroha continued the soft, circular movements, coating every inch of the buxom beauty's back with the honey. When her fingers drifted close to the swell of Mai's plump, curvaceous rear end, Iroha drew in a sharp breath, but managed to stay in control and avoid moving her hands into dangerous territory. Dangerous, at least, to the storm of desire raging within her that even now the maid fought to quell.

Once the honey was evenly spread out, Iroha shifted her attention upwards to the shoulders, curling those dexterous fingers gently over them before rubbing back and forth, soft at first, then with gradual pressure, loosening the knots in Mai's battle-weary muscles, while also working the honey into her dry upper dermal layers.

The moaning from the nude kunoichi on the bed became more pronounced, with an air to it that sounded like more than relief from tension, and for a moment Iroha was tempted to stop, as the massage was having a similar effect on her. Mai's skin was like buttery silk beneath her fingers, but Iroha could also feel the hard, lean muscles rippling underneath, a testament to the fact that Mai had been training in her family's ninjutsu for almost her whole life.

Another soft moan escaped Mai's lips as she felt all the tension oozing out of her, the knots in her shoulders slipping free. Whereas Yuri simply knew her way around the basics of a massage, Iroha seemed more like the zen master of them. This was reinforced a few seconds later, when Mai felt the blue-eyed beauty start to work her way down Mai's upper right arm, one hand gently kneading her aching bicep in one direction while the other hand worked in the opposite direction, similar to the motions of a "friction burn," except this felt infinitely better.

After making her way down to the elbow, Iroha released her hands and moved over to the left arm, mindful of the wound Mai had received while achieving victory in Round One, an angry red line running most of the length of the kunoichi's upper arm, courtesy of Nakoruru's kodachi. By now the gash had closed, but was still not fully healed, and was tinged pink around the edges. Like a true expert, Iroha changed tactics, switching from the palms of her hands back to her fingertips, gliding them around Mai's wound with the delicacy, yet precision of a surgeon, her touch still melting away the pain and tension that had gathered around that tender spot as she spread the honey over the sensitive skin.

This time, Mai was unable to stop herself from shuddering with relief at the incredible skill behind the busty maid's soft hands. Her left arm had already been bothering her, but even more so after her explosion. Now, it suddenly felt close to a hundred percent again. She was starting to wonder how it could possibly get better when she felt Iroha squirt a little extra honey onto a pink patch on her skin down and to the right of her left shoulder blade, one of many blemishes caused by the crackle of energy over her body from Leona's attack. A few seconds later, she felt Iroha's fingertips alternating between light prodding and stroking, working the honey deep into the burn with a firm yet gentle caress, making the pain seem to vanish.

After working that area for a few minutes, Iroha rolled up her sleeves and pressed her elbows against the small of Mai's back, eliciting a shudder from the naked kunoichi. As with Mai's upper body, Iroha showed impressive skill, alternating between pressing with her elbows and broad strokes with the palms of her hands, causing all the built up tension to turn into vapor which then seeped out through Mai's creamy-soft skin. Then Iroha added extra honey to another of the first-degree blemishes, and did that magic with her fingers that sent Mai beyond heaven yet again.

"Mmmmmmm..." Another long moan of pleasure escaped the busty ninja's lips. Then she attempted a new tactic, well aware that Iroha was standing at the bedside, which put her at an awkward angle for what she was trying to do. "Iroha," she said softly. "I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job, but you might have an easier time reaching some spots if you got onto the bed with me."

The curvy maid had already been trying to cope with the heat that rose steadily between her legs as she administered healing to the ninja girl. Hearing those words only stoked that fire. Her pulse quickened as she imagined straddling Mai's legs, feeling her crotch pressed against the firm flesh of the kunoichi's perfectly-toned thighs, the fabric of her panties pulled tight around her nether-lips as she ground slowly back and forth against the voluptuous brunette. Then Iroha blew a harsh breath out, forced herself to remain calm. She couldn't give in, couldn't betray her master, or the lady of this manor. "I'm fine standing up, Ms. Shiranui," she said, though her words didn't have much conviction behind them.

Mai sensed this, but she simply shrugged. "Suit yourself." Then she shut her eyes and allowed Iroha to continue her work. Eventually, the maid came to yet another raw spot on Mai's thirsty skin, began to work the very tips of her fingers in a gentle, circular motion across it, making sure the moisture in the honey found its way deep into the other woman's pores, just as she'd done with the last blemish, making the pain seem to disappear.

This is just what I needed, the ninja girl thought to herself. It was not just the physical aspects of the massage, though they felt incredible, but an opportunity to also relax her mind and spirit. She hadn't told this to anyone else, but her loss to Leona had definitely unnerved her. It was not the first time Mai had taken the brunt of a devastating attack, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but there was something about what the Ikari commander had done... like the finishing move had a strong psychological component designed to damage the opponent's mind as well as their body.

Mai had remembered the end of her fight, the intense searing pain in her belly, the feeling like Leona's fist was setting her guts ablaze with a terrifying amount of power. She had felt the sense of dread growing stronger, as Leona stood there stoically, her gaze deadpan, all the while hearing that horrible crackling noise coming from inside her body as the energy reached its boiling point. Then a single whispered sayonara, and suddenly, the pain level shot up by a million.

Mai knew that she couldn't really be exploding, since the tournament rules prevented the combatants from killing each other. But it still felt like her body was being ripped violently in a thousand different directions at the same time, as the energy blew outwards from within her in a massive combustion. As a fighter, Mai was no stranger to pain, and liked to think she'd built up a healthy tolerance, but this time the sheer magnitude of it was off the scale, like nothing she'd ever endured. Thankfully, it had only lasted a second or two before everything went black.

When she'd regained consciousness a short time later in the infirmary, the memory had lingered. Yes, the burns on her body made it impossible for her to get comfortable in bed, but Mai wasn't too concerned with those. Eventually, they'd clear up without leaving scar tissue. Deeper than that were the psychological wounds. She knew it was nothing compared to what her friend Yuri had been through today, but still... Mai had this uneasy feeling that due to the rules, Leona had put less energy into that "blade" than she normally would have, and the results had still been devastating.

It had left Mai wondering what would have happened if the move had been at full strength. Most likely internal organ damage, and permanent scarring across most of her body, which would definitely have destroyed the public image Mai worked so hard to maintain for her legions of fans. It hadn't been a pleasant thought, and it had gnawed at the kunoichi's mind ever since her fight.

But now, under Iroha's touch, Mai could feel that sense of unease seeping out of her along with the physical tension. The raven-haired ninja maid continued to work her way down Mai's back, rubbing extra honey into the angry pink patches that pocked Mai's otherwise flawless skin, soothing them immensely and providing much-needed moisture. But more than that, it was like her hands were somehow penetrating the layers underneath that, kneading and caressing the tissues of Mai's frayed spirit, repairing the damage that transcended the physical.

"Mmmmmm, Iroha," Mai groaned heavily under the voluptuous maid's hands. "You are a miracle worker."

"Does it feel good, Ms. Shiranui?" The maid asked, managing to sound cheerful despite the battle raging between her mind and her rather curvaceous body.

"Please, call me Mai. And yes: I'm feeling so much better already. If you're half as good at sex as you are at giving massages, your master is a very lucky guy."

Iroha's features drooped at the mention of that man she served, whose name it seemed would forever be a secret. "I... um... I wouldn't know. He and I... have never done... anything like that."

Mai turned her head slightly on the bed to glance up at her buxom masseuse out of the corner of her eye. "But... you want to do things like that with him, don't you?" The ninja girl asked. "You've fantasized about it?" Iroha blushed slightly, but said nothing, so Mai went on. "Before you came here to this time, on nights when you were alone in your room, you've thought about just getting up and going to him... slowly opening the door to his room... moving to his bedside... kissing him tenderly on those lips you've dreamed about... telling him how much you love him, how much you want him... how you want to please him, to serve him in every way possible... and then he kisses you back, and the two of you make violent, passionate love together until the sun comes up..."

As Mai said all this, she found herself recalling the night she and Andy had spent with each other before Mai had to get on a plane to come here to France, and it was causing a silky moisture to build between her legs. She let out another soft moan, from the combination of Iroha's touch and the memory of that wonderful night, recalling the look on Andy's face as he came inside her for the third and last time (he always looked so sexy when he did that).

Then Mai's gaze went back up to Iroha, and she saw the other girl was red as a tomato. "It's okay, Iroha, there's no need to feel embarrassed. I'm a ninja, so I'm excellent at reading people. I know what you're thinking about him. And that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's normal to fantasize like that about the man you love. I mean, right now, I'm thinking about the stuff my fiance and I do in bed."

The maid shook her head. "No, it's... not that, Ms, Shiranui..."

"I told you, call me Mai."

The blush grew deeper again for a moment. "Well, um... Mai... it's just that... I... do want to do those things with him, but I... have so little experience... I wouldn't know where to begin. How can I serve him if I don't know the ways?"

Mai giggled. "Well, we all have to start somewhere, Iroha. I mean, it's been a learning experience for me and my Andy, too. The first few times we were in bed together, I actually had to fake it, and now... I usually have at least two orgasms for every one of his. Practice makes perfect. The more you do it, the better you'll get. And look at this way, if it's the first time for both of you, you'll each be the best that the other has ever had." The red did not leave Iroha's cheeks, however, so Mai gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to talk about it."

With that, Mai shut her eyes and allowed Iroha to continued, which she was only too eager to let the dark-haired woman do. Those hands kept working their magic on Mai's wounded body, making the pain of her burns seem to vanish. Finally, the maid had reached Mai's ankles, and she backed up a step and used a towel to wipe off the excess honey on her hands. "Okay, Ms... um, Mai. All done with this side."

Mai gave a small giggle. "Um, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, Iroha, but... you did miss a spot."

"I did?"

"Yup. There's a red mark on my butt that needs some honey." Mai giggled again and gave her hips a small shimmy, causing her thick rump to sway from side to side. In addition to not touching it during the massage, Iroha had been trying to avoid direct eye contact with the kunoichi's near-perfect butt (though Iroha was too modest to say this out loud, she did think her own butt was nicer). Now, there was no way she could avoid seeing it. As well as the tender-looking patch of crimson on Mai's right cheek.

Once more, the maid began doing her best tomato impression as blood rushed to her face. "Are... are you sure?" She asked. "I mean... you don't mind if I touch..."

Another giggle from the naked ninja girl stretched out on the towels. "Why would I? We're both ladies, and this is all part of the healing process, right? Besides, we've both got cute asses, so it's not like I have to worry about you getting jealous."

"Um... right," the maid said with a nervous gulp. After another deep breath, she squirted some honey onto her hand and, very gingerly, started to spread it across the blemish on Mai's butt cheek. To her dismay, Mai gave her hips another shimmy as Iroha tried to work, and she felt the plump, round flesh jiggle a little under her fingers. "Please, Ms. Shir... um, Mai, I'm... trying to work."

Mai giggled again, something she seemed to be doing a lot, and Iroha tried to ignore how even her giggling somehow managed to sound seductive. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. You look really cute when you blush."

Iroha said nothing in response to this, and focused on rubbing the honey over Mai's buttocks. The whole time, she looked at it out of the corner of her eye, trying not to think about its pleasing shape, or how all that plump, creamy flesh kept moving beneath her hands, tight and toned but with just the perfect amount of bounce to it. As she worked the thick meat of Mai's cheeks, occasionally she would get a glimpse of the gap between her thighs, and the kunoichi's nether-lips, glistening faintly in the soft lamplight, a clear sign that Mai was definitely getting more out of this than just healing. Of course, even if she wasn't getting flashes of that, her soft moaning as Iroha's fingers worked her lovely flesh would have been a dead giveaway.

Finally, she was done, and Iroha took a step back and wiped her hands off anew. "Um... there we go," she managed to stammer out as calmly as she could.

Mai had turned her head to face the well-endowed maid, her rich brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm surprised you look so embarrassed, girl. I mean, you clearly know how nice your own ass is. Your uniform does nothing to cover it up."

Iroha didn't answer right away, even though she knew Mai was right. Partially. The other reason that Iroha had designed her uniform this way was because she liked giving her master a nice "rear window." She hadn't stopped to consider that it was giving everyone else an unobstructed view of her assets as well, which normally wouldn't bother her, except now she was separated from that man, and the attention her butt was drawing from a few of Elisabeth's guests was making her uncomfortable.

Once again, Mai's uncanny ability to read people picked up on this, and she let out another giggle. "Oh, relax, honey. I'm the same way. You've seen how my own uniform does very little to cover me in the back. And I'm totally fine with that. I know I've got it, so I flaunt it. You do the same. And that's okay. Women should always be proud of what they have."

Iroha drew in a long breath, let it out slowly. She couldn't deny there was truth to Mai's words, but at the same time, agreeing with her might make it harder for her to resist the bewitching kunoichi. In the end, she simply said: "Please... turn over when you're ready."

Despite the rigidness of her words, Mai would tell that she was clearly having an affect on the blue-eyed maid. So she simply nodded. "You're the nurse," she said, and she began to turn onto her back.

As Mai turned over, Iroha tried to look at something else, but this time she couldn't help but stare. Not that anyone could really blame her. After all, a woman possessing one of the world's most heavenly bodies was naked on Iroha's bed. How could she not stare?

The maid's bright blue eyes roamed every succulent inch of the ninja girl, admiring her toned thighs, wide hips and slender midriff, the creamy skin of her pubic mound, shaved smooth as a peach, and of course the lightly tanned flesh of those huge breasts, which jiggled enticingly even from the small movements of Mai turning herself over.

Then Iroha's gaze moved to Mai's belly, and she winced at the sight: it was more of the red and pink patches Iroha had been tending to, only now they appeared darker, more concentrated. There was one burn mark in particular which was very pronounced, encircling Mai's navel like a halo. Iroha hadn't noticed when Mai first undressed, since she was trying extremely hard then to look the kunoichi in the eyes. Now, it was hard to unsee.

Mai saw Iroha staring and gave her a small nod. "Yeah, that's where Leona's fist, or blade, or whatever, first connected. Not a pleasant feeling. In fact it was a little scary. I don't recommend ever getting stabbed with one."

"Oh... oh my..." Iroha managed to gasp out. "That... looks very painful."

Mai shrugged. "At least it's just first degree, so it won't leave lasting marks. It only hurts when I touch it. Or try to take a deep breath. So needless to say I've been breathing shallow all day."

Iroha gave her guest a comforting smile. "Well... let's see if we can't give you some relief. Lie back, please." Mai quickly did as she was told, resting her head on the soft, downy pillow. This time, Iroha did not squirt the honey onto her hand first, but rather applied it directly from the bottle to the burns on Mai's belly.

The ninja girl let out a huge sigh of relief as the cold, sticky substance made contact with her tender flesh. This was followed a short time later by even louder moans, as Iroha's magic fingers went to work, this time on a frontal assault. The maid moved gingerly, spreading the honey over every inch of Mai's ravaged skin between the tall peaks of her breasts, and the soft pink valley of her nethers.

But after a few minutes, Iroha started to see that her patient was right. It was hard to work from her current angle, and the best way to make sure all of these burns got the proper attention was for Iroha to tackle them head on. So after steeling herself with another cleansing breath, the maid climbed up onto the bed and straddled Mai's legs with her own.

A tangible shudder ran through Mai's nude body as she felt the maid lower herself onto the mattress. Even through the silk of those black stockings and that skimpy thong, Mai could feel the other woman's body heat mingling with her own, could feel the toned muscle under that baby-soft skin, not to mention the glorious swell of Iroha's seat pressing down on her, that thick butt fat squishing against her shins.

Much as she wanted to start doing some exploring of her own, Mai prudently kept her hands at her sides. The target of her seduction was more timid than Yuri had been, so Mai would need to take things extra slow to get what she wanted. Even though she was clearly making progress, it was best to let Iroha get more comfortable before Mai started touching. Fortunately, patience is another trademark of the kunoichi. We can bide our time, when a goal is worth pursuing. So Mai simply giggled and said: "I knew you couldn't resist, girl."

Iroha gave a non-commital shrug, trying her best to focus on her work, but Mai couldn't help but notice those baby blues occasionally flicked up from her stomach to the luscious swell of her breasts. She made a mental note of that, then shut her eyes and surrendered to Iroha's touch, putting herself in those seemingly magic hands.

Once more, her fingers were the very essence of "massage," so light they were like feathers, yet firm enough to work the honey into Mai's belly, nourishing her damaged skin. Iroha had been working gingerly at first, but after the honey was spread out and in, and upon hearing the moans issuing from between Mai's full red lips, she began to use a little more pressure.

Her palms slid up Mai's stomach, and as with the other side, Iroha felt the faint ripple of toned ab muscles beneath that satiny skin. Her fingers drifted dangerously close to those huge breasts, which rose and fell majestically with each breath Mai took (the maid couldn't help but notice that the ninja was having less trouble breathing deeply now). She paused for only a moment, managing to avoid grazing those glorious mountains with her fingertips, then slid her hands back down, sucking in air as her thumbs skated the edge of Mai's hairless pubic mound. Even without direct contact, she could almost feel the heat from Mai's sex drifting upwards to tantalize her, and it caused her own loins to burn even hotter.

She was sure that Mai could feel it even through the fabric of her panties and the thin, minuscule cloth of her apron, and so she fought to control the tempest of her sexual urges, though it was slowly becoming a losing battle. Still, the promise she'd made to the woman who'd taken her in forced her to soldier on.

You're almost done, she thought. As soon as you are, she'll leave. Then you can finish what you started. She spent a few more minutes on Mai's belly, and then began to focus on the scorched areas above Mai's breasts.

At this point, Iroha's ministrations had reduced the ninja girl to a mass of warm, moaning putty. But still, Mai kept one of her eyes open very slightly, noticing how Iroha's gaze seemed to remain fixed on Mai's ample assets, even as the maid tried to focus on her work. You are a tough nut, Iroha, but I can see you're cracking...

Cracking she was. Or close to it. As she gently massaged from side to side across the length of Mai's collarbone, every time her hands drifted close to breast territory, Iroha was overcome with the urge to move them down lower, and succumb to her basic need. Touching Mai was the perfect blend of Heaven and Hell, the most exquisite torture the maid had ever experienced. And it was getting harder to resist the tempting kunoichi.

Finally done with the upper body, Iroha slid down the silky length of Mai's legs so she was now straddling the ninja girl's shins. Mai giggled a little as she felt Iroha's butt cheeks now squishing against her feet and ankles. Iroha once more found herself trying to ignore how damn seductive that inane giggling sounded, and squirted a little more honey onto her hand. She then began to work the solid muscle of those succulent thighs, rock-hard from all the kicks and aerial attacks that made up most of Mai's repertoire in combat, yet they still felt like warm satin under Iroha's fingers.

After several minutes of kneading the solid muscle, Iroha withdrew her hands and started to wipe them dry on one of the towels covering the bedsheets. "Feel better?" She asked with a smile.

"So much better," Mai said with a contented sigh, still laying on her back. "You have no idea how much I needed this. I just wish there were something I could do for you."

"Oh... that's not necessary." Iroha blushed slightly as she said this, but otherwise made no movement to get off of Mai. In truth, her gaze was drawn once more to that incredible bosom, which still filled her with awe, despite being a few centimeters smaller than Iroha's own bust.

Mai giggled and moved into a sitting position on the mattress, so her breasts were now level with Iroha's. "Oh, but I think it is." Her hands reached forward, slipped over Iroha's knees, keeping the maid fixed in her current position of straddling Mai's lower legs. The red in Iroha's cheeks deepened, and she once more found it a struggle to look the well-endowed kunochi in the eyes. Mai picked up on this easily, and a smirk played across her lips as she cocked her head to one side. "Iroha... would you like to touch them?"

This time Iroha went beyond tomato. Her cheeks were almost purple. "T-touch what?" She managed to say.

Mai giggled again (damn it, how could she make that vapid giggling sound so appealing?) and answered: "My tits, obviously. You're not exactly subtle. You've been staring at them the whole time you've been working."

Iroha tried to speak, but the words froze in her throat. Part of her was embarrassed that Mai had found her out so easily, but another part told her that should be obvious, since Mai was kunoichi, and a master of reading people. Her sense of duty and also her loyalty to the man she loved clashed with the desire building to a frothing head in her loins, which even now throbbed beneath the black fabric of her thong, an intense storm of passion begging for release.

Mai sensed the turmoil in the other woman, and went on to say: "Don't feel embarrassed. I mean, they're worth touching, aren't they?" She gave her torso a small shimmy, swaying those incredible assets from side to side, and giggled again. "There are millions of horny single men, and sometimes women, who would gladly murder their own mothers for a chance to wrap their hands around these puppies. And so far, only one man has been allowed to touch." She giggled again, as she leaned in closer to Iroha, her bare breasts level with the maid's own ample chest. "But... you're not a man, are you?"

Once more, Iroha found herself unable to say anything. She tried to move, but Mai's hands on her knees were surprisingly firm. Mai Shiranui, glistening in the soft lamplight from the honey coating her skin, gave another giggle. "It's okay, Iroha. You can touch them. Don't be shy. We both know it's what you want."

Gods, but that was true. Iroha's weary mind, worn down from the mental prodding and sexual talk it had endured from Mai throughout the massage, screamed NO, but the desire that coursed through her body like drugged wine screamed a much different message: PROCEED. Her heart pounding like a jackhammer against her ribcage, the scantily-clad maid ran her tongue across her lips, raised her hands towards the succulent melons of Mai's perfect breasts...

...And she got halfway there when her mind regained some semblance of control, causing Iroha to lower her arms slightly. "I... I shouldn't."

This response was met with another giggle. "Yes, you definitely should." So saying, Mai grabbed Iroha's wrists and pulled them towards her, pressing the maid's hands flat against those huge, glorious mounds of creamy flesh.

For a moment, Iroha was too dumbstruck to do anything except sit there, eyes and mouth wide, her hands resting on the peaks of what many horny fanboys all over the world would consider the Promised Land. Then she fully registered this fact, and though her mind still cried out in a voice of reason, Iroha's tempestuous libido, denied for too long, drowned it out. The maid began to squeeze gently, curling and uncurling her fingers against the vast expanse of Mai's bosom, amazed at how it gave way at her touch, but still remained so firm and perky at the same time.

"Mmmm..." Mai shut her eyes and moaned softly at Iroha's ministrations. That healing touch which seemed almost magical felt just as good on Mai's sensitive breasts, and soon Iroha became a bit bolder, rubbing her hands in a circular motion while squeezing. "That's it, girl," the kunoichi whispered encouragement, urging the maid onwards. "Touch all you want. God, it feels so good." Another sigh of pleasure slipped from Mai's lips.

Further emboldened by those words, Iroha began to flick the hard red peaks of Mai's plump nipples with her thumbs, while her massage became a bit rougher. But the maid was still in awe at the shape and texture of her patient's breasts. "Mai..." She whispered. "They're so soft..."

"I know," Mai whispered back, her own voice slightly dusky with desire. "Andy always likes to rest his head on them, after we've finished fucking. He calls it my naughty pillow."

The mention of Andy only served as a reminder that these two women had men in their lives, and suddenly Iroha's touch began to falter. So Mai leaned in closer and whispered: "Iroha... why did you want to touch my boobs? Is it because you think I'm beautiful?"

Iroha paused in her stroking, though her hands remained attached to Mai's bountiful bosom. Once more, the tempest raged in her, duty and desire in fluctuation. "Um... I think you're a... very nice person... unlike some of the other people I've met at this tournament... and, well... I..."

"You do think I'm beautiful!" Mai said with a giggle.

Iroha's cheeks reddened slightly. "I... yes, I do."

"That's good," Mai said softly. "Because I feel the same about you." Her hands began to drift slowly up Iroha's silk-clad legs. "You have a very beautiful body. Beautiful legs..." As she spoke, her touch moved past the maid's stockings to the toned flesh of her thighs, the tight muscle and silky skin a testament to Iroha's own training as a fighting woman.

"Beautiful breasts..." Mai continued, gazing at the other woman's ample chest. The neckline of Iroha's maid uniform was built like Mai's ninja uniform, providing an absolute view of her lovely cleavage. After she'd finished admiring Iroha's breasts, Mai hand's drifted over the curve of her hips, and finally closed around their target: that bountiful rear that had been an object of desire for many a combatant at this tournament.

Mai gripped those voluptuous butt cheeks tightly, one in each hand, marveling at their volume, but also at how they were the perfect blend of toned and soft. "A very beautiful butt..." she went on to say, eagerly fondling Iroha's backside as Mai moved in closer. "Beautiful eyes... beautiful lips..."

Iroha swallowed nervously. Her own hands were still glomped on Mai's chest, but the tiniest sliver of doubt gnawed at her. "Mai... what are..."

"Beautiful," Mai repeated, voice dropping to a whisper, and before Iroha could say anything else, Mai lunged forward and captured Iroha's lips with her own, drawing her into a deep, tender kiss...

So as I sit here writing this, I realize that I'm sitting at just over 10,000 words right now. And we haven't even gotten to the sex scene. So I'm putting in chapter breaks because this is gonna be my wordiest smut ever, surpassing "Hot and Bothered," which until now had been my longest smut at just over 11,000 words.

And a few notes on what you've just read: according to the SNK wiki, Iroha's breasts are actually bigger than Mai's. In my fanfic, I go by Mai's measurements from KOF 94 – 03, which means that her bust is four centimeters smaller than Iroha's.

And for those of you who took my advice and read "Heroines" first, you might be wondering how Mai knows so much about Iroha's background, I'm gonna say that for the purposes of my story, in Chapters 34 and 35, after Iroha got back to the infirmary but before Mai and King left to go to the bar, Iroha and Mai had a chat where Mai learned more about just who the maid was and what she was doing there. But again, my fic has no bearing on Lordryu's work.

So I'll try and get Chapter 2 up as soon as I can. Next: let's see if Iroha can resist temptation. (SPOILERS: Not a chance!)