Bittersweet Apologies
"Fuck," Mileena ground out, eyes dropping closed in bliss, a wild grin stretching across her face. “Yeah, right there…”
Mileena was never ashamed to be raw and animalistic, utterly mad in her desire. It was the transparency of her passion that always made Kitana lose control and rut her hips harder. The headboard rattled against the wall on each thrust; Mileena reached up to grab it, muscles straining beautifully.
How many times could they carry on like this, dancing the same dance, meeting under the cover of shadows? It had been several months since Mileena had become empress, intent on destroying the false god that up slurped her. Old habits die hard — that was what her mother had told her, wasn’t it? Kitana couldn’t remember for certain, but she knew Mileena was more than a habit she could not break: she was an addiction, something as necessary as the air she breathed.
Kitana swore under her breath, sweat dripping down her brow. Mileena wrapped her legs tight around Kitana's hips, enclosed her with a vice-like tightness that made Kitana grit her teeth. She was sure the noise they were making was loud enough to carry over to the servants’ quarters, but she was so immersed in the way Mileena grunted and panted and howled that it was futile to try and stop now.
The headboard splintered in Mileena's grip as she frantically rubbed her clit, getting off in time to Kitana's thrusts. Mileena was painfully pent up and needed to come, she was going to go crazy for it, but when had Kitana ever gone easy on her? Her ass ached and yet the pain was offset by shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her pussy and down her legs every time Kitana hit that sweet spot deep inside her. It was Kitana's hidden ruthlessness that made her a fitting lover for one as sadistic as the Empress of Outworld.
(A match made in hell.)
“Ungh…” Mileena moaned and there was a strange femininity to it, a hint of an upward inflection that compelled Kitana to throw one of Mileena's legs over her shoulders and smash their mouths together. Mileena pressed her tongue against Kitana's and clung hard to her back, raked those pretty too-sharp nails across her skin until she drew razor thin lines of blood.
Kitana broke their kiss with a hoarse cry, eyes shut in pain — but no, she wouldn’t give in, she didn’t let up her pace. Mileena's smirk wavered at last when Kitana reached between them and rubbed at Mileena's clit.
Mileena hissed and arched her back, writhed wildly until Kitana had no other choice than to put a hand around her throat and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze until Mileena's eyes were rolling back and she stilled and clutched at the sheets and came with a muffled, ragged cry. The feeling of Mileena pulsing around her sent Kitana falling over the edge. She rocked forward and emptied her load into Mileena's ass, the world flickering into blissful darkness.
They breathed heavily out of sync, reluctant to come down from their high. The room stank of sweat and sex. Kitana slowly pulled out and Mileena opened her mouth in response, breath hitching, but made not a sound.
Kitana gazed between their bodies and shivered as we watched her come pool out of Mileena's ass and trickle onto the bedsheets, hoping to burn the image in her memory. When she looked up, she caught Mileena staring at her. Mileena's eyes were glazed over, far away, far from the usual heated gaze that burned through everyone and everything in her path.
“What are you thinking about?” Kitana probed, leaning forward to press kisses to Mileena's temples, her maw, her neck. Mileena's skin was damp and salty, and Kitana's heart sank when she realized this might be the last time she ever got to have a taste of her lover. (Her enemy.) Mileena stiffened as Kitana embraced her, and Kitana knew her time was up.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Mileena scoffed. Her voice was hoarse, her windpipe bruised. Kitana traced the faint bruises already forming across Mileena's neck.
“I’ll have someone heal you before morning,” Kitana said. Before you leave me once again and return to Outworld's unforgiving sands, she thought, shoulders heavy.
“Enough,” Mileena said. She shook her head and let out a humorless laugh. "You always were rather naive, sister."
And although Kitana should have expected it, should have known by now that Mileena was entirely different when ensconced in the throes of passion, the dismissal still stung. Mileena lifted herself up, wincing at the tugging pain that radiated from her ass to her tailbone. She wouldn’t be able to walk normally for at least a day.
“I’m sorry.” They both knew Kitana's apology was a loaded one, that it went beyond rough fucking.
Mileena put on her pants and grabbed her leather armor off the foot of the bed, donned it slowly and smoothed out the creases, readjusted the mask that now hid her unholy face. She was biding her time, Kitana knew that, no matter how heartless she tried to seem.
“As am I,” Mileena muttered softly, and she walked out and did not look back.