(Warning: NSFW and smut content is presented in this chapter with explicit writing.)
"Ermac..." Kalliste softly called out. Her eyes furrowed in confusion, utterly astounded by his appearance.
As he hovers from above, looking down at Kalliste and Kollector, he broods his viridescent eyes.
"You've come unwelcomed into the treasure room, Kotal Kahn will now have you." He comes forth slowly, Kollector snarled frantically and began to throw a chakram, launching it directly at Ermac who swiftly moved himself, he is now threatened to attack back. He purses his hands, releasing green energy at them to which they scatter like pigs. As they split apart, now trying to get their way towards the exit, Ermac points at them, ordering the guards to move.
They stumbled on the jagged piles of riches, throwing projectiles at the guards that continued to move forward at them. Weapons piercing themselves into flesh, the surfaces breaking, bleeding. With every guard that made their way to them, dropping like files; only Ermac was left.
His telekinetic power holstered Kalliste into the air, launching her harshly onto her back, Kollector scowled, clenching his hands to which a flaming blue flame sparked heavily at Ermac who continued to face Kalliste. Kollector's fire shoved Ermac off the air, a force pushing him.
"Kalliste," Kollector exclaimed. He charges towards Ermac, equipping his sickles from his satchel and begins to strike at the fallen construct. Ermac quickly moves, turning around towards Kollector as he immediately takes hold of him by his green energy. This force beginning to tighten Kollector's lean body, he tenses his teeth as Ermac's telekinetic strength begins to stiffen his flesh and bones.
Kalliste slowly adjusts herself as the extreme impact on her back made her cramped. As she gradually focuses her vision on what was happening with Ermac, she widens her eyes with great intent, beginning to rush over. Kollector almost being squeezed like a difficult package to be opened.
Kalliste charged heavily at Ermac's back, grabbing his supposed neck, thrusting him forcefully into the ground. When Ermac fell onto his back, Kalliste stomped at him with her hardening heel, immediately looking at Kollector who breathed heavily from almost being choked from his whole body. Kalliste gave one last brutal kick to Ermac's head, a blow that was enough to knock him unconscious.
"Let's go."
They both stumbled away, hurriedly ran into the passage as more guards appeared in their way. Kalliste wavered a bit, she knew that the others wouldn't stay and wait for them. They already got their empress, and so they left selfishly. And the only priority they had left was to leave immediately; perhaps bruised and beaten but still alive to leave this place.
"What of the others?" Kollector questions. Kalliste rolls her eyes, concentrating on their path of freedom.
"I'm sure they have already left, they would not linger to wait," Kalliste said bitterly. It seemed almost everything after Shao Kahn's empire; all had fallen weak. It's always strong at one point, but things will eventually come to a frail end.
Through the narrow hallway, brick walls, and lack of lights. They ran through it as an overwhelming amount of presence followed them. Kotal's guard's continued to pester them. But even a quarter towards the exit of this narrow passage, another roam in front of them blocked their way.
Kollector and Kalliste stopped in their tracks as they were blocked by embassies from front and back.
"Surrender! Under the emperor's orders!" And Osh-Tekk guard announces. All the keepers pointed and readied their weapons at them. Kollector began to grow weary and concern for their situation. Kalliste side-eyes him.
"If it weren't for your greed..." She purses her lips at him, subtly raising her hands. She takes one step forward.
The guard jolts in his steps, thrusting his spear a bit closer to Kalliste who continues to move.
Kollector widens his eyes in slight peculiarity. "Kalliste." He calls out, questioning her odd intentions.
Kal ignores him, her eyes continuing to glare at the supposed leader of the guards. With piecing gloom slowly and gradually covering her orbs. They turn utterly black, biting her lip. The guard's eyes began to quiver, even stern, she sensed timid stumbling.
She slightly turns her head at Kollector.
"Stay down." She speaks to him into his mind. He hesitates a bit but when her eyes met with his, instantly he goes down by her orders.
Kalliste frantically turns in front of her. A force from her suddenly sprang. A shadow of lethal force went through all the guards that stood idly by. It was unexpected, but their deaths swiftly tore through their stomach, splitting their bodies of flesh in halves. Now, everything in their path was coated and flooded with bloody viscera. The bodies now complied like unclean, disseminated toys from a child.
A sparse striking pain suddenly entered into her brain. All that force, all the strength gave her tremendous pain in her head. But she couldn't continue to stumble any longer. Turning around to Kollector who he slowly adjusts to his surroundings.
"Come. Let's hurry." She grabs him by his wrist once more, pulling him as they continue further into the passage.
Finally, as the sunlight greeted them outside, the warm air soothe their aura. Outside the walls of the koliseum, their path laid empty. No traveling creatures were left for them. Only they had to travel by foot. Kalliste sighed with frustration by what she had seen.
"Those pathetic Edenians!" Kollector vented. He clenches his hands in exasperation.
"We must continue, we'll find our way on foot." Kalliste and Kollector paced themselves further from the walls of Kotal's koliseum.
The fulfilling greenery beneath their feet soon perished as they entered dry land, walking further and further from Kotal's area.
Under the warm sunset, it was beginning to become nightfall and they wandered into a forest, a different kind. Even with the serene background they previously came from, as soon as they entered this place, it sends an uneasy feeling down their spines.
The trees were thick, large, and brooding. A perpetual murk inundating the atmosphere. Where the air grew thin and cold, Kalliste slowly wandered off as Kollector deliberately followed her. But he continued to gaze around their surroundings.
"We are in the living forest, if snared by these trees, we become devoured, apart of this forest." He calls out. Kalliste stopped in her steps. Turning around and facing him.
"The living forest...?" Kalliste curiously looks around. Noticing a face on a certain large tree. The face began to slowly face her. Kalliste stammered a bit in her tracks, beginning to rush off.
He snarled, rushing by Kal's side.
"Are you perhaps afraid...?" He dimly mocks. Kalliste shots at him with a glare.
"No, we just shouldn't be here, if we are to be eaten by wood." Kalliste paced her movement, starting to be unsure of where her path leads her.
But her emotions overwhelmed her for a moment, remembering Tanya and Rain, just abandoning them both, but it was as well as Kollector's fault for running off like a spoiled child. If only she had not cared for him. If only fondness was not ribboned inside her brain.
"Do you know the way out of here? ...I thought.. this was the dead woods.. but this is far worse." Kalliste commented. Now she finally saw it, high above across the tree line, where the branches spread out; bodies were strung out like cold laundry. Kollector closed in on her.
"If you dread, the forest will grow ravenous of your fear. It is best that you remain serene." He spoke as his grip settled against her shoulder, a sense of inclination from him. Kollector looks around for a moment, releasing his hand.
"Best we wait till dawn." He suggested. Kalliste pondered for a moment. He seemed calm.
They settled a bit far off the path of this living forest, resting on the forest floors where a small campfire rose in front. Kalliste leaned against a tree stump behind her. She contemplated a lot about the mission just earlier. Many infuriating events, vexatious people she just had to be with. Kollector was sitting idly by, delving into his satchel once more, admiring every possession he had cached in that bag. Kal glared at him dimly, and finally, he noticed her fumed orbs. Furrowed brows at him, he gazed back at her in bewilderment.
Kollector inconsiderably shrugs. "What is it?" He asks obtusely. She drops her head in weariness.
"...Are you satisfied now?" She says dolefully. He clenches his teeth in dullness once more. Now he cocks his head in dismay along with sparse inconvenience.
Planting his hand against his chest. "You are displeased with me..? Do you know not loathe the Edenians who chose to escape without you? -You have always chosen to come by my side even when I do not demand for it." His dispute grows sharp, as if his words dug deep into her psyche.
Kal's expression fell soft. She leans her head onto her arm, sitting as she tucks her knees close to her chest. No longer she could hear his intensive hands sifting through that satchel of overflowing coins.
Faint footsteps coming closer, everything she heard grew concern to her. When Kalliste lifted her head from her arms, quickly turning her head to her right; Kollector was suddenly by her side. She shifted a bit from his unexpected appearance. She unfolded her legs across the forest floor, spreading it far from her body, Kal's hands planting against the ground.
Kollector's sudden hand wrapped around her arm, his eyes turning misty with obscure intentions. He seemed strangely soft, his behavior starting to disquiet Kalliste. He moves away from her right side and goes in front of her, crawling as they both remain on the ground.
"Kollector-" He plants his hand onto her head, almost like he's patting her. Was he trying to be affectionate? His expression seemed so painfully delicate, yet rattling.
With one hand around her head, a caress seemingly so peculiar, with the other he travels his fingers only her revealed chest, just underneath her collarbone. It travels in between her jacket and top. Understanding his true intentions, Kalliste abruptly jolts from her position. Before she could even recoil away from his touch, Kollector begins to draw open her top.
"-Kollector?! Wha-" Continuing to pursue her words only fell into faint moans.
The hand of his hungrily grasping onto her soft protruding organs resting on her upper front chest. Without hesitation, he tends closer, giving his mouth around her breast. Kalliste can only weep in confusion and flame, the heart beneath her tissue so undoubtedly heard by him as Kollector continues to feed.
Such a feeling never felt before, crying in such ardent excitement.
Leaning further down her bare body, his hands begin to escort themselves onto her lower region. Slipping underneath that firm, black leather pants of hers, palms slip themselves to a new section of a woman's fortitude. Kalliste didn't choose to hold back, she didn't fight but could only feel her body's temperature turn insanely humid.
Discovering his greedy hands further into her body, playing her like a flesh instrument.
Kalliste could not look any further as she leans her head, upturned against the tree stump. When Kollector peers at her unattentive eyes, his higher set of arms begin to attend around her head, softly forcing her to seek his venereal conduct.
Biting her lip, she is almost uncomfortable yet immersed by the feeling of singing blood coursing through her veins. Finally, with some effort, she proceeds to stop him. But no luck as he remains to slither intensity along her sobbing passage.
Heat began to gather, everything in her body ready to engage with a desperate release, the last sensation. She still wishes to stop this, but she still aches for this.
"...-I...I.." Kalliste struggles to speak, her words faint and sullied as she could only wince by deep fulfillment. Tightening her legs together against his grip, Kalliste intensely braced for the impact of bittersweetness.
Her mind fell numb by the sudden culmination.
Sleep overtakes her as a certain love wraps itself alongside with her.
(I don't like to be too vulgar with sexual scenes so I like using metaphors and words that turn into an artwork.)