Bitter Dream's
It was very late into the night, and both Mileena and Kitana had already retired to bed. They had been training relentlessly through the day, and it was only natural they were noticeably tired. It was close to winter, so the breeze and the water was getting chilly, increasingly so every day, and since the evening tended to be even colder, Mileena thought it would be nice if they shared a bed with the two of them.
She wasn't so keen on this, but even then, Kitana didn't refuse. She had yet to get married, resulting in being engaged to some obnoxious demi-god stranger already, but there were still spare months to spend in blissful solitude or alongside her clone. Still, as soon as the fire went out and her 'sister' started to softly snore beside her, her skin began to crawl with very intrusive thoughts.
Sometimes, Kitana dreams. They weren't good ones, most of the time, but sometimes, they were kind of nice... And on some occasions, she really didn't want to remember those dreams. No matter how hard she tried, though, they came back to her.
It was really awkward, considering that the first person she saw in the morning was her sister. The worst was when they slept together. It was always horrifying, when Mileena used to, almost subconsciously, wrap her arms around her torso and hug her close, call her touch starved. She could feel her breath on her neck, and the warmth of her body.
It was so damn annoying, but alas, they've never had the opportunity to do this kind of thing when they were little, having lived so separately, and Mileena liked to be clingy every now and then. And, overall, it meant that without doubt, she would have those dreams. The implications were so indecent, even if they technically made sense.
Despite being possibly the most popular bachelorette in all of Outworld, the only suitor she had ever been close to until now was her own clone. Shao Khan was really strict about finding a suitable husband for his 'oldest daughter', and so she had grown detached from the other assassin's the same age as her as soon as she matured.
Mileena didn't know any other suitors either, but because, originally, she was to be her replacement and so she wasn't expected to have descendants. So when they reunited years later, they stuck together, of course, and it was starting to get on her nerves. She was becoming accustomed to sharing her bed and even bathing together.
However, Mileena didn't let her stay by her side when she was in a rut. That unnerved her immensely. Her monstrous clone was so fucking sure of her self control, completely confident that she, the 'perfect masterpiece', would never lay a finger on her 'twin' with nasty intentions -And then, it turned out that Kitana was the one that couldn't keep her hormones under check unlike Mileena could.
Of fucking course. Why was it so hard to treat her as an equal? It was unfair, her twisted copy was always the favored sibling in every detail, and she couldn't even behave like a rational person, while Kitana had the losing piece as a child bearer (at least she could convince her father to let her keep training alongside her 'sister')… It was not like she desired to watch Mileena in a rut. She just wanted to prove a point, and the sight of her clone's swollen cock, hot, heavy and hard, had nothing to do with her ambition. Nonetheless, all those details aided to the idea that those shameful dreams couldn't be helped, they weren't her fault.
Therefore, if her clone decided to share a bed with her one night, she unfortunately knew what was up. The uncomfortable anticipation before she fell asleep, feeling Mileena hands on her waist and her lips on her neck, though it wasn't that bad if she didn't think too much about it… At least in her dreams, those were the few times where she succeeded to catching all of Mileena's attention.
Even if it was her imagination, for once her clone worshiped her body inch by inch and acknowledged her superiority. Then, Kitana would smirk at her, watching as her monstrous and disgusting clone, dived in between her legs to lick and lap hungrily at her. Her place in the palace being changed from the crowned heir, to mearly a whore between the queens legs.
Where Mileena held her in her arms, seated her on her lap and rubbed against her, her hard cock noticeable under her loose-fitted pants. Kitana was pleased to feel her clone's desire, her weakness, and would lean in for a kiss, gentle to avoid her clone's teeth, a kiss which would be long and deep. There were hands running through her hair, groping her thighs, and Mileena would purr contently into their kiss. Everything was okay, because her other half was gently stripping her naked and softly working her open beneath her in the bed they used to share, giving up her body and soul to her.
Despite that, on other nights when she fell asleep brimming with anger towards Mileena, the dreams slightly changed. She found herself being thrown to the ground, breathing heavily while Mileena climbed atop of her, shoving her legs apart and snarling out cruel insults at her. These were almost her favorite kind of dream because Kitana was always frustrated at her 'sister' for never fighting back at her.
Mileena never screamed, got angry or insulted her, not as she treated others. But like this, she got to see her actually pissed off, pissed off because of her, and her emotions were so strong that she didn't hold back, instead pounding her 'dearest sister' from behind with force, pulling at her long hair and spitting out curses at her. She's been the bad twin, Mileena the good one who taught her a lesson, and it didn't bother her in her fantasy, where she moaned and whined louder the harder her clone fucked her like an animal. She arched her back and spread her thighs wider, eyes peeking behind herself to watch Mileena unravel.
Occasionally, she felt a strong urge to kill her. She couldn't stand her stupid laugh and disgusting monstrous smile, so instead of hitting her, she shut her up with her own lips over her, eagerly licking and biting at her. She undressed herself, straddled the goddamn idiot and touched her cock until it was throbbing for her.
Then with one arm propping her up to hover over her, she grabbed her dick in a rough grip and slid it against her wet entrance, not quite entering but only teasing them both. When she'd lose patience, Kitana would groan defeated and sink down that thick cock, sighing once she was fully seated. Riding was great, because she got to set the pace and pin the clone down, and so she bounced happily, back arched, arms around her clone's neck, who was moaning overwhelmed.
She felt powerful, but also safe each time her other half appeared to love her for real, mount her just like she so fervently needed and to fuck her up like she wanted. She wanted Mileena to destroy her cunt, and she wanted to destroy Mileena's heart too. It was complex, the love game between them that simply didn't exist, but that Kitana played on her own until she bled. She ached for her touch, she ached for Mileena, and in the deepest pits of her mind, she liked to think she would someday become Mileena's wife, so the game wouldn't end. If only her clone wasn't so dull and ridiculous.
In her mind, they came back from a mission, they bathed together, and she got ready for her, the only person who could fulfill her in all of the realms. She behaved as a common whore just for her to watch, moaned wantonly when she breathed into her scent, gripped her waist, hoisted her up in her arms.
She only wanted Mileena to see her, even if it meant getting into bed with her. Soaking wet between her thighs, she'd allow his clone's fingers inside of her, meanwhile, she bit at her neck and lips. Mileena's scent was to die for, but she knew that she was killing her too.
It was undeniable that she found humiliating how easily her clone could handle her, she didn't like to be so cooperative, and even, when she was too pliant beneath Mileena's body, it felt like she belonged there; she couldn't help to hate her even more and so she screamed it out loud if she got too upset. Mileena, Mileena please, I hate you, don't stop, don't stop-
No matter how many times she dreams of her clone ravaging her, making love to her, turning her into a trembling mess, it was getting harder to separate Kitana's fantasies from reality. She always remembered the next morning the sweat, the sounds, the longing for the other's presence.
If she closed her eyes again, she could recall how roughly she had been fucked on all fours, sucking obscenely on her fingers, or maybe if she had ridden her cock fast and hard like last time. Perhaps Mileena had held her against the wall and fucked her deliciously deep, sucking bruises on her pale throat that would surely disappear in the morning.
She could picture perfectly her own mouth hanging open as she voiced her pleasure, from whining and whimpering when she toyed with her pussy, to screaming hoarsely at Mileena to go faster, pleading her for release, begging for her cock.
Mileena would coo at her, kissing softly all over her face or her nape in a contrast to the buck of her hips, pulling in and out mercilessly. 'Say my name again. I love hearing your beautiful voice'. A thrust, a choked moan when her cock fucks her just right. 'You're so beautiful, you're so perfect. I love how tight your pretty pussy is'.
Another thrust, then Kitana broke in a whine. 'This is why we can't have you meeting other suitors. I'm everything you need, Sister, I've always been everything you ever needed'. Arousal dripped out of her, the sound of it was so filthy. 'Say my name, say that I'm yours. I'm your other half, dearest. And you're my beautiful wife, aren't you?' She could hear it echoing in her head.
And upon hearing such vulgarity, the Kitana in her dream would reach her peak, wailing and squirming as she milked her sister's hot, abundant seed. She was only satisfied when her cum was firmly stuffed inside of her, full to the brim of her lover's cum, as Mileena kept caressing her sensitive body, she too was panting in exertion. Kitana felt high and excited because she had her clone under her thumb only if for a night...
Then when she woke up, she realized all those dreams ended the same way. Her face was burning hot and she was sweaty as if she'd been training. Mileena quietly slept, still nuzzling her nape. And her pussy throbbed, arousal oozing and making a mess. She really was a mess, without getting out of the bed. Soon, Mileena would wake up, her little sister affectionately asking if she had slept well. Kitana wouldn't answer. She had no words.
If only her father knew about those feelings she harbored within herself… if only he listened to all the things Kitana has begged Mileena for in her head... He would surely kill them both. Now, she doubted that the reason why she didn't want to get married was solely disdain towards traditions.
Mileena's sleeping face was so peaceful and neutral. Like the surface of an untouched beautiful lake. She wasn't sure if she had seen her brow crease in a deep frown, not towards Kitana. From her part, she knew her clone wasn't afraid of letting her anger show on her expressions.
She frowned and snarled and swore. Mileena did all of these usually because of her sister but not towards her. Kitana just...hated her so much. Now, she was getting in the way of her engagement. Couldn't she mind her own business? Couldn't she just disappear again? Her presence was such a nuisance in her daily routine.
She hated it with a hot passion, all the mixed feelings she got when she slept with her.
At this rate, she'd have to kill her for real. She had to get an iron grip on her heart, for her vision on their relationship was changing, and the changes were dangerous.
Kitana wanted her body, she wanted her blood, she wanted her fear and her submission. She wanted revenge, she wanted affection. She wanted it all.
Although the ties connecting them both weren't made for this kind of thing. They were more likely to burn if she dared to try to pull them. And Kitana wasn't so dumb.
She wouldn't go back to sleep, she just kept staring at her sleeping clone, just wondering. Well, you can always dream.