Sweet Dreams
Kitana does not dare to breathe until she sits entirely on her clone’s cock.
Beneath her, Mileena’s out cold, even as her cock sits warm inside kitana’s pussy. Heavy lids are firmly shut, pink lips sit slightly opened, framed by her sharp teeth. She looks angelic, loose fluffy black hair flat against her pillow as the stress of busy days is finally relieved.
Kitana just always likes to help her beloved clone rest… a little better.
She whines out, trying to keep quiet as her walls pulse around such a firm width. Feeling her clone twitch inside only makes her tightness clench a little harder, as she fights to catch up.
It’s not Kitana's first time. It’s not even her first time with Mileena. For ages, she’s learned to be light and hesitant on her tip-toes, sneaking right into her twisted clone’s room at nightfall. She’d slip hard medicines into her tea before bed, and after their bedtime, Kitana would sneak to Mileena’s room as soon as she could.
Now, with both Eldenia and Outworld at peace, Kitana's habits and desires persist, but she doesn’t get to follow through with them as frequently. She has to be more careful now, after all; Coming up with good excuses to venture to Outworld's palace on the days she knows Mileena would be alone… Asking if she can be the one to make them tea during their 'sisterly tea time' despite being the guest, because she’s got a brand new recipe she’d like for her 'sister' to try…
Sometimes, when she’s needy enough, Kitana will risk things. She’ll slip the drugs into Mileena’s drinks before she leaves her office for the night. She’ll pick her clone’s lock by the time she’s certain she’s asleep, and she’ll have her that way instead.
Telling Mileena about her feelings isn’t an option. She knows any fondness Mileena holds for her is definitely familial. The way Mileena's eyes had lightened up, when kitana even hinted at becoming 'true sisters'. She’d never have such unholy feelings for her beloved sister.
Mileena will always look up to her, seeing her as nothing more than her 'perfect older sister'… Except for when they get to share nights like these.
With Mileena, Kitana always feels like it’s her first time. She’s always overwhelmed by how good her clone feels, always. Soft brown eyes twist shut. Gasps leave small, wet lips. A head of straight black hair is thrown back in pleasure. A freshly shaven pussy tightens at the point where they bond.
Her face burns like a virgin’s, despite the years of experience. Her heart beats like a soul ascending, despite her Netherrealm bound actions. Her lashes flutter closed, and she feels otherworldly pleasure, not the fire or torture she knows so well.
She still hasn’t moved yet. She still sits still, just treasuring the feeling of being one together. A sinner’s tears slip down her cheeks, and an Queen’s hands clasp together.
A prayer is whispered to no one. She knows Argus isn’t here, in this bloodstained palace, listening to a murderer who violates her love-starved clone, her so-called sister that wants nothing more than to be family. but she can pretend. A smile dawns on her lips as her clone’s twitching interrupts her.
She must have been really worked up today… Eager for Kitana to move and pleasure them both, despite her sleeping state. Her head shifts, and something is muttered beneath her resting breath. Kitana notices her ears growing red, beads of sweat forming over her forehead.
Kitana’s depths must be giving her good dreams. The Eldenian Queen quietly laughs into a quiet room.
She stays for just one moment longer, lost and dazed around her clone. Her hands loosen, before falling to drift over her clone’s sleeping form. Her touch is slow, as if still cautious even after her years of recklessness.
Mileena’s skin is soft and pleasant under her. They share the same flesh, the original and the replacement, but Mileena’s stomach is definitely more firm than Kitana’s. Muscle from a lifetime of nothing but fighting leaves her clone’s form far more defined. Kitana might be jealous, if it didn’t mean she got to run her greedy hands over such a lovely set of abs.
“I love you,” She whispers, letting the confession sit in the silence of the room. It feels like another prayer.
Kitana wipes wet from her cheeks. An infatuated black-brown gaze blinks open. Her hands settle behind her, resting on the thick thighs of her clone for support. She hopes her grip won’t end up too hard, even as she starts to work meticulously for the two of them.
She breathes, and lifts herself up. She pulls herself almost entirely off of her Mileena’s cock, going until the tip catches on her opening, and then she sits back down.
Her pace is slow, kind at first. Her first movements during nights like these are always tentative, as if willing Mileena to break through the drugs she consumed and startle awake. She feels herself grow impossibly tighter, wetting Mileena’s cock with slick and anticipation.
Mileena whimpers beneath her as she starts picking things up, holding more firmly onto her thighs. Her neck tilts back, her eyes twisting even as they remain shut. She must be having a truly good dream…
Kitana feels honored. She decides now isn’t the time to slack. She rides her more fiercely, delighting as her sleeping form stirs but never dares to wake. Each time, she makes sure her pussy’s lips kiss the head of Mileena’s cock, right before rushing back down to the base.
The sounds of these nights are something to be treasured, she thinks as she reaches a really nice, steady rhythm at last. Between the wet sounds of their sex, and the soft, conjoined moans of them coming together, it’s like a wonderful melody. Kitana has never really liked music, she worships the sounds, anyway.
She likes moaning for her sleeping clone more than any other audience. She lets herself raise volume and pitch. It’s only enough to not be a cause for alarm, but the sounds coming from her are just a little more pleasing, kind for sleeping ears.
Kitana’s eyes fall shut, losing herself in the moment. Perky tits bounce hard against her chest as she rides. She feels her behind hitting against Mileena’s balls each time she bottoms out. She can’t wait until they’re emptied inside her.
She breathes like a practice warm-up before a fight.
There was a time where Kitana used to pull condoms over Mileena's cock, before their nightly activities, back when they were under Shao Khan's rule. The condoms would help lower the risk of noticeable messes, as well as the risk of suspicious and sudden pregnancies. But, alas, this habit of her’s came to a halt when, one night, she'd clumsily forgotten to slip a condom in her pocket before sneaking into Mileena's room... Guilty and shameful as she felt, she'd decided to continue on without protection.
Needless to say, Kitana’s been continuing to 'forget' condoms ever since. She's long since stopped minding any messy aspects. The risk of pregnancy is no longer something she frets about, either. In fact, lowering herself onto her clone's cock now, she fantasizes about it like nothing else.
It drives her mad, in a way a scripture would warn against. Moments from now, Mileena’s going to cum inside of her pussy as she sleeps. She’s going to fill her, leaving her dripping with her seed. They haven’t gotten lucky even after all these years, but the chance that Mileena will impregnate her 'beloved sister' without even knowing is not nonexistent.
Kitana fucks her harder just thinking about that chance, praying for that chance to come their way. Shamelessly, she even wishes to the elder gods, her cunt becoming sloppy as she rides her sister’s cock.
Please, Lady Cetrion… She thinks she might be moments from drooling. Please, by your grace, let me bear my other half's children…
Doing this every night for years provided her with more than enough core strength to handle such a thing, but sometimes she falters. In this moment, overcome with her unholy thoughts and shameful prayers, her pace stalls. She leans down, hovering her upper body over her clone as she seeks support in the bed itself.
Her face is close to Mileena’s like this, but with her height she comes up a little short. Their breasts press close to one another, and if Kitana weren’t already so distracted, she’d think to feel Mileena’s glorious and generous chest. As it is, she focuses on bouncing on her cock, her movements far more shallow than before.
Kitana pants, refusing to let up yet. Mileena’s unconscious moans are getting a little louder, her face a little redder, and so Kitana figures she’s close.
Her clone’s going to cum inside of her. She’s going to fill her insides, paint them pretty porcelain white. She’s going to pump her full, get her 'beloved sister' pregnant even whilst she’s passed out and beyond understanding what she’s doing.
"Fuck…” Kitana whimpers out loud to herself, now. A last tear inches its way down her face as her sleeping clone grunts.
Oh. She’s really close.
Mileena writhes beneath her as she lets loose, reaching her climax from the stimulation. Kitana slows to a complete stop, hoping to let her impregnate her. She feels her insides warm with Mileena as rope after rope of semen twitches out of her cock.
Kitana clenches, meeting her natural end alongside her other half. One of her hands finds Mileena’s, and she squeezes around her palm, mimicking the way her pussy milks her cock.
Mileena groans louder yet, her orgasm drawn out by the tight embrace of kitana’s cunt. Kitana moans after her, willing her eyes to remain open so she can watch her clone’s face as she empties inside her.
This is it, she thinks. She’s going to be pregnant after this; After creaming on her clone’s cumming cock. She’s going to have her children.
Mileena comes down, and so does Kitana. She breathes, trying to calm herself after indulging in her favorite activity.
She sits up, her own palm coming over her bare chest. She feels her beating heart. She hopes she didn’t imagine it, but this time did feel special. Maybe Mileena came more than usual. Maybe Kitana’s at a more fertile point in her cycle.
She forces herself not to get her hopes up. She pulls herself up and off her clone’s cock. Immediately, seed starts pouring out with vigor, some of it spilling onto Mileena’s wet, softening cock.
She giggles. She thinks Mileena really did cum more this time.
She settles on the edge of Mileena’s bed, right beside her, and stares for a moment. She really is the sister of an angel, she thinks. She could never understand people’s natural favoritism, looking at Mileena's relaxed face now. She rather prefers her Mileena's so-called disgusting face than her own.
Kitana leans over, tucking Mileena back into ivory panties. She pulls soft pajama pants back over her lower half. Fondness tickles her heart, watching as her clone turns onto her side, murmuring inaudible words in the depths of her sleep.
Kitana knows now her clone will sleep sound for the rest of the night, the tension from her body having been completely lifted. Kitana smirks just thinking about it. Perhaps, tomorrow will be one of those rare days wherein Outworld's Empress sleeps past her alarm.
She presses a faint kiss against her clone’s cheek, happy to feel the sharpness beneath her lips. Then, she finally allows herself to rise from cotton sheets, limping to her own bed with white dripping down her thighs.
~✟~
Hours later, Mileena wakes only from the blaring of a alarm. Groggy still, she stirs. Five more minutes, she thinks, but doesn’t indulge.
She feels how wet she is downstairs. She sighs, forcing her tired body to pull itself up into a sitting position before diligently shutting her alarm off.
She must have had another wet dream. It feels embarrassing and juvenile, but she knows she still has them frequently.
The worst part is… She always seems to have them when her older sister sleeps over. Her ears light fire with the implications there.
It’s six in the morning already. She can’t let herself think of this.
But when she wrestles herself out of bed, walking out only to find her beautiful sister waiting for her with a fresh plate of breakfast ready… She can’t help but think about it.
She stares at the way her sister’s hair moves about as she speaks, long black hair already neatly styled into her characteristic bun for the day. She stares at her sister’s eyes, the dimples on her sister’s cheeks, and how a simple smile from her lips helps to paint the worlds they rule as something better.
Wrong as it is, Mileena’s life feels like something pulled from the plot of an incestuous romance novel. Very few stories like that can be found around Outworld, and Mileena's read the couple she could get her hands on.
They’ve made her think about unthinkable things, and she dares not to wish for the very fictional stories they portray. She dares not to think about living a life where Kitana isn’t just her sister, but her lover, too. Where they can have a happy little life, starting a family in the now peaceful realms, they fought and died for.
Mileena tucks a blushing face downward, refusing to make eye contact as she sits at her own dining table, shame keeping her from looking into her older sister's face. She eats her breakfast alongside temptation, and continues willing herself to further wake up.