Chapter 5
During heat, Tarkatans experience hysteria and aggression.
"You can't.", Mileena's voice cracks on the whisper.
They will experience confusion.
Kitana drives herself harder into Mileena, not hearing a damn thing she says.
Mate or Not. Tarkatans do not want to be mounted.
"I s-said you can't! Get off me!"
An oddity that will never be cured. But a heat is still a heat. An tarkatan will always call.
And their mate will always answer
She's remembering Shang Tsung's stupid fucking monologue way after her heats started.
Extremely "way after" seeing as she's currently being taken from behind, from her sister no less.
Pressed flat onto the bed, Mileena tries to wriggle from under Kitana. Trying, mindlessly to push away from Kitana's thrusting hips, tearing her head away from the other’s heavy panting. Nothing worked.
Kitana only hugged her clone's fighting arms against her chest and caged those kicking legs between her own. Finding an even better position to fuck Mileena in.
The tears finally spilled over. Mileena was trapped. A sob breaks loose from her maw, allowing a whole torrent of sounds to follow. Sounds of anguish morph into breathy cries of passion.
"It's...almost over, Mileena. I'm... so close."
Kitana picks up the pace. Thrusts getting rougher, more erratic but kept close to Mileena's warm, slick hole. Barely even pulling out.
Mileena can feel it. A wire coiling tightly, tight, tight. Aching to spring. Just a little more. She zeroes in on the feeling, she's felt this many times before, but this time has a purpose. It's to claim. Her stubborn womb, her body, her everything.
Her legs cross unconsciously at the building pressure deep in her core. Her large cock rubs hard against her satin sheets with Kitana's powerful fucking, spilling cum with each slide. Not once has it lost its passion for the moment.
She's disgusted with herself.
Enjoying her own sister fucking breeding her.
Self-loathing has only begun to set in when she lets out a high-pitched moan. It keeps coming. Falling profusely from her mouth like rain from the sky. Kitana had pressed hard into Mileena, digging her cock into that one spot and grinding it as hard and as close as she could. No longer pulling out and away from her clone. The muscles in Kitana's arms flex in their attempt to bring Mileena closer than she already is. Most likely sensing Mileena's dark turn of thoughts or perhaps it's only her imagination.
Mileena's mind blank's at the lewd squishing sound coming from this intimate press. Mileena ears burn from the steaming breath exhaling harshly onto her teeth and neck. With enough effort, she turns her head, still moaning awfully loud, to look at her older sister. She's met with redden cheeks, pinched closed eyes, and a gaping mouth. Every time Kitana's hips decide to find a rhythm, the younger makes little punched-out sounds, brows creasing together at the slippery sound. Focusing on finding that mind-numbingly good feeling.
For some odd reason, Kitana's obvious pleasure has Mileena's legs squeeze into a tense cross, her hole clenching tightly around the deliciously pumping cock inside her, and she cums explosively. A sudden flood of slick squirts onto Kitana drawn up balls and the ruined sheets, while the translucent thick semen flows from Mileena cock like a water spout. If she was in her right mind, she'd swear she pissed herself.
Her orgasm drags on forever. Her toes curl, watery feline eyes roll heavenward, seeing nothing. It was...
Fucking magnificent.
The only reason she knew Kitana growled behind her was because she felt it more than heard it. It rumbled into her spine, to her sensitive cock, then finally to her waiting womb.
"Mate...N-No.", her instincts still wanting her to put up some resistance.
There's a rumble again, but this one was a warning. Kitana pulls back about a couple centimeters and Mileena feels her ass follow. Not because she wants it to, but because the thought of being empty again saddens her.
She drops them back down and immediately switches to begin fucking Mileena's stinging ass with vigor. Chasing the high only Mileena's soft body can provide.
It's only now that Mileena's realizes Kitana has stopped crushing Mileena in her bear hug. Strong forearms now lie on either side of her, being used as leverage to keep Kitana nice and close to her mate.
Sister. Her Sister. Not her mate…right?
Oh fuck.
Mileena's perception is still being skewed by her instincts. Should she fight it or not? Is this clarity or not? Whatever it is, it's fucking with her already fragile psyche and she wants no more of it.
Untucking her arms, Mileena goes to reach out and pull herself away from the beast that's fucking her.
Her arm is not even unbent before Kitana grips her hand, interlocking their fingers with one hand and grasping hold of her chin with the other. Not even a moment later, Mileena is staring into an abyss of black eyes, eyes swallowed by dark pupils burn holes into her own, unrelenting even as their bodies move.
"This... is happening.", Kitana says, calm and collected despite her sweaty, pink face.
A harsh reality sets in.
This is really going to happen.
"No- mm!"
Kitana's hand roughly covers her teeth. She proceeds to turn their heads so that they're teeth to cheek. Their burning faces bleed into one simple feeling of too hot.
"It's for you. All for you. I'm all yours."
Mileena's sob is muffled into her older sister's labor rough hands. Her tears spill over the palm that holds lost cries. Kitana stops rocking and becomes stock still, and the pressure grows unbearable. Mileena is vibrating from the pain, but a tiny voice tells her not to lash out at the person behind her. Don't hurt Kitana, it says.
But still.
It hurts. It hurts. It burns.
It's...relief.
Kitana is coming. A lot. A strained groan follows every strong spurt of seed. And the hot semen just soothes Mileena pained insides like a refreshing balm. The hand is removed from her teeth and she sighs, long and pleased.
Kitana's lips act as a stopper, halting the sighs and soft sounds bubbling out of her. Pressing softly against Mileena's teeth, slipping her tongue through the sharpness there and into her hot mouth. Sliding her tongue slowly and methodically over Mileena's, effectively tasting all of her.
The clone feels obliged to do the same, leaving her drooling and chasing after Kitana's deft tongue. She'd probably come in the blink of an eye if this unnecessarily talented tongue were to tease her anywhere below the belt.
They separate with a thin string of saliva connecting them and when it snaps, Mileena's head drops to the bed. Black hair sticks to her teeth as she snuggles into it. Sated, sleepy. She side-eyes Kitana who just looks plain awed, eyes zipping to every part of Mileena that lies in front of her. Almost like she was trying to catalog the entire moment.
The only thing that interrupted her was when another gush of semen filling into her clone and she could only grunt and push herself further in. Mileena just hums at her sister coming into her abused ass.
The rumbling starts again, but this time it's softer. Sweeter. Unconsciously, she returns the feeling right back. Purring a quieter but stronger tone. Something akin to the woman holding her tightly.
In one smooth maneuver, the two assassin's are laid on their side. The atmosphere that was once acidic with fear and contempt, is now overflowing with warmth and satisfaction.
They both knew how difficult Mileena's heat would be. Kitana had the arduous task of bulldozing through Mileena's delirium. Forcing Kitana to take what was rightfully her own. This was their only chance and neither of them wanted it to slip through their fingers.
A hand settles atop Mileena bloated belly. Kitana kisses Mileena's pleasantly pink face.
"She or He will be yours and my own. They will be no one else's. Others will not know. But I'll make sure you do not forget."
Mileena snorts, eyes falling closed, "Bold of you to assume I'm pregnant, sister. So sure your seed is that strong?"
"Stronger than Reiko's ever would be, yes."
Silence follows the declaration. Mileena's eyes open and she turns to glance back at her older sister. And instead of any sort of melancholy in the eldenian's expression, there's determination.
"They ought to lock you up.", Mileena whispers, eyes falling to Kitana mouth.
"Steel nor stone can keep me from you, Mileena."
Kitana mouth tasted sweet. Like honeyed nectar.
"This is splendid news, my daughter! Truly wonderful!"
Mileena forces a small smile at Sindel's excitement. It nearly falters when clammy hands grasp the one she has on the table.
"Surprising, especially with how hard it is to breed with those dogs, even when there bitches in heat.", her father pipes up, eyeing Mileena with poorly veiled disgust.
Mileena looks into her glass of wine to escape the ever-present shame that statement never fails to resurface. There's no one else at the table to look to for help.
Kitana has been out on an errand for a while now. She knows she'll see her later tonight but the cold tendrils of rejection still crawl up her legs. Waiting for the moment Mileena doubts herself.
His mother shifts in her seat, "Dear. That isn't quite dinner table talk, now is it? We know it must've been...rough during her heat, but we're glad something good came out of it."
"We are so happy you think so, Queen Mother! Aren't we, Mileena?" Reiko beside her asks.
Stuffed in a corset, stockings, knee-high boots, and her heavy, stuffy dinner dress. She's sore. Her long black hair was pulled up into a painfully intricate bun with plaits and curls. She's aching. And lastly, her hand is being squeezed by a sweaty, desperate little nobody who couldn't possibly be her child's father. Even if she was drugged and passed out in a guest room, courtesy of Shang Tsung, during her 'heat'...
She's tired.
Still. She has a role to play.
"Of course we are."
The conversation picks up enthusiastically on her mother and Reiko's end with affirming grunts on her putrid father's end. Once again there's nowhere for Mileena to turn to, so she looks down at her veal, potatoes, and unidentified meat. Though, a jump in her stomach makes her not want to look at her plate either.
Miserable. God, she's miserable.
"Ahem. I'd like to propose a toast.", a voice calls out followed by the thud of heavy iron doors. It was calm yet steady and it pulled Mileena's attention immediately.
"Kitana", Mileena whispers, and her father booms aloud.
"Thought you couldn't join us. Dining with the court again, I presumed.", their father continued, cold eyes piercing into Kitana.
But Kitana's eyes were on Mileena.
"Not quite, Father and Mother. I went to retrieve a gift I had for this occasion. For my lovely sister." Kitana's gaze lingers a bit longer on Mileena, making heat bloom up her largely exposed chest before it's turned to their father. Who did not miss the interaction between them.
"Oh. How sweet. Kitana.", Sindel says tentatively, watching their Father for his reaction.
Clenched jaw and thin pursed lips sit quietly for a tense moment. Murderous eyes swiveled back and forth between the 'twins'. Shao khan has probably always suspected something.
"Very kind of you, Kitana.", he chooses to say. "Go ahead and give my daughter her gift and be on your way."
Kitana ignores any other formalities and stands directly across from Mileena. Not even addressing the soon-to-be new "father".
"Mileena. You have always been the glimmering moon on my darkest nights. Guiding me through the toughest of times and still shining as brightly as you did when we were children."
"Kitana...", Mileena wants to stop him. Does she even deserve these sweet words?
"It's nothing special, but I hope you can accept this gift. One to honor the beautiful life that will join our little family."
From behind hef back, Kitana pulls out a large gold trim box with rubies and topaz embedded on the top in the shape of a sun. With long, precise strides, she's at Mileena's side, holding the box in front of her. Mileena looks up at Kitana, but only gets an expectant stare back.
So, without further ado, Mileena flips open the box.
Her eyes widen before they catch sight of the small pricks littered on Kitana's fingers. Evidence of her hard work.
Kitana pulls something out of her shirt, tied to a string.
"Now we match, Mileena."
Inside the box is a beautifully sewn teddy bear, decorated with swirls and crescents. Not even coming close to matching the shoddily butched bear she hashed together as a child and had given to her 'older sister'. Since Mileena had wanted to get into Kitana's good graces, she had given her the bear to be able to one day play and have a tea party together.
Tears welled in her eyes. The box is on the table and out of the way so she could cling tightly to Kitana neck in a hug.
"You're such a fool, Kitana. A fool.'' Mileena doesn't make a sound as the tears roll down her mask and onto Kitana soft shirt.
"It's not much.", Kitana's arms wind around Mileena's waist so tightly, so securely. The heat of her body seeps through the multiple layers of clothes and warms Mileena's entire being. "Just something you and I made...together."
Reiko and Sindel sat uncomfortably confused as to why Mileena is crying over a simple teddy bear.
Shao khan, on the other hand, was fuming. He's far from stupid.
Or so he'd like to think.
Intelligence doesn't necessarily equal clairvoyance. The sight of what could possibly happen.
He didn't see his pregnant daughter and the accompanying Jade, go on a trip to Argus's Temple five months later. He didn't see whether or not their carriage was run off the road and their bodies dragged away by the rushing river below.
He doesn't see how much happier Mileena is watching Kitana bare back flex on the downward swing while chopping wood for their little cabin. Or the cooing child with dark hair and amber eyes nuzzle into her mother's chest. Content.
The Emperor doesn't see.
And that's alright in Mileena book.
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