- Chapter Seven: Lust-Bound, part I -
Si'Sil-on alive with a couple dozen hazy ecru glows puncturing the jagged row of watchtowers against an oystered backdrop lost in the murkiest of nights, bards of all skill performing for the drunken purveyors of pleasure as the dark and beautiful creatures themselves stole men and women alike blind, the city was secure behind great garnet-set gates. Once revered for its security as much as its opulence, the township considered itself to be so secure that only one guard was posted near the lesser-known entrance to witness two feminine shapes laughing amongst themselves like the best of friends upon their return to the slumbering community before the glitzing gem. Russet dust outside the makeshift citadel of runaways and beginners whipping into the makings of a frenzy busy enough to cloud the playful shoves, Tanya and Zyanya had heedlessly entered the shared space dreading the lectures and smirks that would be waiting.
Friendship renewed and deepened beyond what anyone could have imagined possible, in all candor the slaying silver-tongues were secretly hoping that their respective other halves might have already retired for the night, however more than likely they discover the Osh-Tekk making a show of clearing away the ruined meal by his lonesome while the Edenian pauper lounged about. Reality the dasher of all dreams, what the girls got instead was a single body waiting in the unlit depths of the pitch-black pavilion: six-armed silhouette juggling a knife that would make any cutthroat smile, there was absolutely no mistaking that Special Lieutenant Lunga had come out of his hidey-hole to grace them with his presence.
Had Rain actually been more successful than they had realized, or was this game over?
Practice in the adjacent arts of kombat and deception drilled into each of their heads from an early age, neither considered offering pause on any sort of platter as their eyes adjusted to the few torches too stubborn to dim in the possibly artificial climate shift and the string of lanterns that offered feeble penetration through the shabbier stitches on the calmest of nights. Aged yellow parchment paper printed with the logo of the resisting monarch, the similarities ended there and differences began with the odds and ends each wandering party placed on the thin yet shockingly sturdy cables, everything found from meats to dried vegetation to wares to decorations dangling in the sighing spaces between 'properties'. Fairer sex limited to the confines of the yurt and therefore the most minimal of mundane actives, the Edenians would go over social strategy while the Osh-Tekk and the succubus would maintain the living arrangements, the shape-shifting sorceress finding inventive new ways to hide the fact that women resided within the pavilion. Hint hint on the down low, that meant getting creative with finding new ways to do half the laundry.
Point being that the dangerous dames weren't so so easy to rattle with this kind of switch-up. Roving across bland walls sun-baked and stretched from a livable shade of olive to the ill offspring of a sour apple, every last detail of the dimple-topped tent was scanned critically for the slightest of upsets as they hunted for struggle or other indication of their companions current locations. Expectations and realities clashing frequently, when it came to living arrangements there was one individual that hampered the effort; slob might have been a tad too far when the accusation concerned an individual that took the absolute best care of his own self and personal possessions, but when it came to the collective community, Rain wasn't the most generous roommate. Not that Ko'atal was perfect either - though he played the role of maid more often than one might guess, he sometimes failed to see the boundaries of ownership and shared practically everything with his mate... everything. Back to the more pressing matters at hand, privately allowing that under the circumstances there was more room for error than their fathers would have been comfortable with, the objects within appeared to be exactly where they had been before and undisturbed.
"Ladies. You have been gone a long time..." Sheathing the blade in a holster strapped between the second and third row of limbs as he stood in a regal motion, Lunga couldn't help but to notice his new playthings searching for their more capable counterparts, "I quite assure you that you need not worry about your escorts - Joxxter, my manservant christened by the king himself, has seen to it personally that they are being treated as my honored guests." The dignified manner in which Lunga spoke made it hard to see if his words were a veiled threat or a genuine display of generosity as he offered such pretty assurances, "We are quite alone."
On her toes and undoubtedly the triumphant in terms of experience in these types of situations, the Edenian offered a slight inclination of the waist with her arm folded open against her abdomen, "Salutations, Lord Lunga. What of the other refugees?"
"Sent on to the various shelters," waving two of his left hands at the subject, he dismissed the locations of all living creatures outside of the immediate vicinity with an almost pleading tone, "please understand that when I say we are alone, we are truly alone out here in these wastes." Heaving a sigh that lessened the mystery, the three-ribbed military leader shook his neatly trimmed head just hard enough to stir an immaculately kept mustachio the color of tired hay, "My dears, I must confess that I grow more taxed with these affairs the older I get, and as even the babe at the breast knows, time is always ticking. Tick-tock." With the top two arms he motioned the workings of a modern sundial to distract from the seventh malformed extremity growing between the thin layers of stripped cloth tied haphazardly around his middle. "Tick-tock. As women I know that the concept of a man's war is far too complicated to grasp, but I must ask you, is it so hard to understand that as he reaches a certain age a man only desires one thing?"
Time for the succubus to shine and do her part as she had been trained, Zyanya seized Tanya suddenly by the waist and yanked her closer, whispering something in her ear as they edged closer to the target, some not-so-distant part of the brain begging the back-up muscle to be close to joining the fray, "Would it be presumptuous of us to say we already know what it is that you want?" Licking her lips as the space between continued to dwindle in size, the demoness reached for the tattered knot at her own midriff and shed the fabric in short order, "Prince Rain spoke highly of you on the journey here, but he failed to tell us the most important part..." Purring deep in the back of her throat, she melted away from her final pillar of support and took the last few steps on her hands and knees. Harsh and unsavory as it was to face, this was exactly the kind of thing the hellion had been bred for.
Following suit, a slightly less experienced Tanya unabashedly undid the amber clasp of her top and made quite the production of unraveling it from around her neck to compensate, "I'm quite cross with him now! But..." flashing a smile of insincere honey as she teased, the younger of the two females threw the gritty material away without a second thought, hands cupping the underside of her exposed breasts as her thumbs flicked the nubs of her nipples, "maybe you can help us both feel better about being misled? Surely a strapping stud like yourself can make it up to us."
Gasping out unexpectedly as the hellion made first contact - mouth skilled not only in weaving the spells of darkest sorcery but other crafts as well, playing the part of a whore took almost no effort for the blonde as she took in first the tip and coated it in saliva - Lunga recovered from the faux pas by punishing the Netherrealmian with more than she was prepared for. Shock of receiving the brutal thrust without any nature of support or warning rattling in the back of her skull, Zyanya's eyes became too unfocused to see whether or not the deadly diplomat of tomorrow was prepared for this level of game play - Lunga might have spoken like a gentleman, but the rough way he just barreled in said otherwise.
Tanya, so far as the other woman went, had confessed on the return that the purple descendant of royalty had been the only man she had lain with; the demon was jealous of that and admitted as much when she recounted that there had been too many to count littering the contents of her closet, and that was all at the behest of her own sire. What Zyanya neglected to mention was that of her own choosing there had been one other to hold her in the afterglow, just one other before Ko'atal, but... Long story short, he was a wandering outlaw and she was little better than a slave with a fancy title: the visiting brunette knew the way the world outside worked and only desired something temporary, and like the damned fool in love she was, the impling had given him exactly what he had wanted, and so much more...
Aware of what the Edenian was and the propensity for what she could become down the line, the soiled pearl still had come to genuinely care for the tawny silver-tongue and didn't want to see her destroyed in such a way. Especially not if she could help prevent it.
"Prince Rain promised my man Elizor a skilled little succubus and a fresh minx with the endurance to match an Edenian willing to play, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect him to speak so true - I am most glad I decided not to wait any longer to meet you two lovely jewels." Beckoning Tanya closer with more than a gesture, the victor of the bloodless coup did precisely as the demoness thought he would and wasted no time in fondling her perky brown breasts, milky lavender fingers tracing endless circles around her areola as his lower extremities divided their attention between females. Senses already heightened and fried for the day but clearly still able to feel the natural buzz of excitement building, it wasn't long before both girls were naked as the day they were born, each begging for more in a blurred language of deep, rumbling moans and endless yelps that could go on for days as Lunga himself felt the anticipation mounting. Arms still wrapped around shuddering thighs slick with a thin coating of juices, the general asked with the inclusion of a second finger to Tanya and a third to Zyanya, "Now who here is going to go first? The tight fawn grazing with the big deer," nibbling on a dark protrusion before snapping his jaws in a vicious-sounding bite, he turned to the pale flesh of the other and traced a line down her center as he stole a salty taste of himself, "I do believe I just answered my own question!"
"How-?" She was beyond lost at how a stranger could instantly know her secret, especially when such great care had been taken to obscure the truth.
Infamous across the land for his taste for expecting mothers, the hero of the people shoved the snowflake aside and carried Tanya over to the table in order to sprawl her sleek form across the wooden length, "Be happy little one," Lunga spoke directly to the quickening in Zyanya's womb as he stalked away with a different prize, "you just ensured your mother a long life in my private cells." Climbing on top of the Edenian and pinning her arms over her head to minimize resistance to his entry, the stately addict glanced over his shoulder to issue orders to the succubus as the politician's offspring writhed in excitement below, "Watch and enjoy yourself as I fill her with my seed, again and again and again until she's as swollen and tender as you are. I may be infertile," the part of the confession that would ordinarily illicit sympathy was lost as he licked the side of his partner's face to taste the sticky sweat that was matting her raven locks, "but that won't stop me from imitating the sensation as best I can."
Half on the verge of losing herself to the naughty throes of pleasure vibrating deep from within her thighs, body shuddering underneath the sick fucker as he began to pump his hips over the selected victim before the first internal thrust, Tanya wasn't so far gone yet that she couldn't silently implore the demon to come to her aid.
Only trouble was, it was a needless gesture - dutifully going to the chair their captor had been sitting in when they first arrived (the nice oak provided by the Kahn that Rain had claimed as his own), as if hearing the command from her overlord in the Netherrealm the creature of the pits situated herself to obey orders, and boy did she ever listen! Kneading her own breasts with the same pattern Ko'atal adopted and whimpering out at the touch of his ghost, glad to be able to properly use her vocal cords for the first time in what seemed ages, the hellion spread germinating petals and returned to the most familiar corners of herself as the other girl was pounded too vigorously to pity, gaze ultimately falling on the unbridled bounce of her breasts. Say what you would about the young pyromancer, but there was fun times to be had in her pillows... those delicious chocolate-dipped mountains... Thinking of coating the mounds in melted caramels and cocoa and frothing cream, it was suddenly next to impossible to cease the fantasy of lapping sweets from the other female's hypnotically heaving hooters. Clamping down on herself and stirring faster at the image of taking the girl for her own, Zyanya crumbled and cried out, "Gaahh, no, not again..." Mission in mind but slipping further and further into the gray as the bold brawler was turned over and spanked crimson between sloshing slaps that threatened to pierce the confines of the cervix, the hellion knew that she'd have to act soon or be lost to her own selfish nature, "Hmm, it sounds like the first time I was with him..."
"Him?" Not at all opposed to hearing a dirty story - especially not when a pretty prize was touching herself so openly - the general tore himself away from the chocolate dud in his mouth just long enough to inquire and elaborate, "Let me guess, the big one was your lover. Yes," the lilac lad grinned suggestively at the demon as the young woman in his arms called out for the Elder Gods, "you scream the type that needs a big cock to dominate you like your daddy used to... Or is it fill the hole he left behind?" Not waiting for an answer, he changed positions and opened the girl's legs wider as they faced Zyanya, "Tell me about it, regal us with all the nasty ways he made you a woman."
Made a woman...?
Paler than her own flesh but covered in the same scarlet runes, the hand of Zyanya's first flashed to the forefront of her mind and once more pressed her head down into the top of the chest he had caught her attempting to break into, the insatiable libido previously directed upon one of his personal assassins now turned upon the prying child. Reduced to undignified sobs and shattered wails as the humble dress of training priestess' was shoved over her waist and blood from an annihilated hymen trailed down her legs, the only thing that hurt worse than the pain raking her tiny frame was that a woman she had thought of as a friend had watched her suffering for a handful of seconds before fleeing the scene. Broken both in spirit and body, as that miserable morning corroded into a shameful and bloody explosion that ultimately led to expulsion from the strict holy order the demoness had been training for her entire existence, it was on that day that she swore to become one of Quan Chi's assassins for the sole purpose of extracting revenge upon the bitch that had so brutally betrayed her.
Although if Lunga was referring to the other sense of the phrase, that was quite a different story!
Formally brought before Shao Kahn's court by a young Saurian and an Osh-Tekk that had newly been promoted to lieutenant - escort fitting in that two rarities were presenting another - the specially painted warrior and scantily-clad albino witch bonded unexpectedly between the latticed sheets of the heavily covered caravan without laying a single eye on the other. First it had been as trivial as concurring that the fuss being made by both camps was entirely unnecessary and an utter waste of perfectly good soldiers, a healthy-sized chunk of the two hour sojourn spent discussing impressive triumphs on the battlefield (both personal and historical) and debating the current conflict. As if divined, the war talk was ushered to a screeching halt by the clean up of a small riot that ultimately led to the mistreatment of Outworld slaves that neither could help; upset by the ugly injustice of wives and children being subjected to sentences the broken insurgency were too weak to see through to the end, the connection was strengthened further. By the time that the protective detail and semi-precious cargo had disembarked to cheers and fanfare, the two had felt a magnetic urge sparking so violently that in hindsight it was miraculous that nothing untoward transpired that first day...
Bashful without meaning to be as recollections of the warrior sun cornering the hellion just after morning drills flooded to the surface, the impling discovered for the first time that her hesitance to share intimacy with Ko'atal went the opposite way as well, which was unfortunate for Tanya (though from the sounds of it she wasn't too heartbroken at the lack of a rescue), "...Yeah? I don't know, that's kind of intimate... And anyways I wouldn't even know where to begin." That was actually true: Zyanya had never been in the business of playing this sort of part, so it was unclear to her if she should start at the first time the Osh-Tekk claimed her or just get into the good stuff. Quantity absolutely not the same thing as quality, the succubus reflected ever so briefly that it was almost tragically ironic she was less than prepared to master the situation that was spiraling quicker and quicker out of her control... Studying the all-too-familiar glazed expression creeping over Tanya's fair countenance and gleaning that the girl would soon be at her limit, the hellion defiantly rose with just a twinge and sauntered over as something dark was unleashed, "Better yet, I could just show you."
