- Chapter Eight: Lust-Bound, part II -
Apologizing with all her black little heart to Tanya and Ko'atal alike while praying that at least one of them might get the message, the impling eased Special General Lunga off of the young Edenain just as he was getting close to blowing the first charge (her own release still being teased), expertly steering him back over the loose dirt floor to the lumpy straw mattress in the farthest corner. Not entirely sure how far this ordeal could be taken without being called cheating, it helped ease the sick feeling eating her innards to take the foul deeds the twisted evil bubbling inside was concocting to the one bed she had yet to wake up in. In her defense and to Ko'atal's credit, it had become more challenging than anticipated to fall asleep without feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her, his innate scent merging in harmony with the deepest cords and constructing a whole other layer of safety, the motion a cradle as much as it was a part of herself now. Perhaps, the poorly timed thoughts pouring on as the demoness straddled the fine line of simply following orders and being unfaithful between her legs, just maybe there was enough there to steam past the dark clouds of doubt and trepidation and give her beloved the answer he wanted...
If she was a good person she should have given him the answer he needed to hear to move on... But she wasn't a good person, even in the moments she tried to be...
Yet in truth the Osh-Tekk sun god had been far too patient with the demoness while he waited for a reply that seemed on the surface unlikely to ever come, each day in their courtship demonstrating that in his heart he was always better to her than she deserved, so it was unsurprising that he let days slip past with nothing more between them than the innocent act of her curling up in his arms after the other had drifted off. Startled nearly each and every time that first week when he would open his turquoise orbs to see the golden stare of the succubus in his face, the outcome was always the same: he'd open the thin coverlets and she'd snuggle into his arms with no trace of any explanation or really any words spoken at all. Ko'atal was better than Zyanya in every conceivable way and always would be, but if she was truly all he wanted in return, it wouldn't kill her to try...
"Is this what you want?" Lowering herself to all fours, Zyanya wiggled her backside before raising it high into the air, motion of breath gutted as he aggressively mounted, "To make bad girls suffer and-" slamming in without mercy, the demoness couldn't stop herself from crying out as her hand slid over the edge of the mattress and rammed into the unrefined dirt below, "-dominate?" Gritting her teeth as the raw searing sensation cooled to a rhythmic stabbing, the remaining woman realized in the back of her mind that she was feeling less and less like her usual self, "Because I'm a bad girl. A very bad girl." Reaching around to urge Lunga's libido to go faster and his hips to penetrate deeper, her nails dug too far into the flesh and came away with ruby droplets.
Grunting in the back of his throat and acquiescing to his partner's demands, the six-armed military genius put all seven of his limbs to excellent use with one small condition of his own, "Show me what you got."
Arching a pale brow and grinning at the challenge, whatever shreds of decency the woman had was eclipsed by the nebulous cloud of something wicked that came to devour all, "If that's what you desire. But..." discarding the dead weight of conscience, the embodiment of sexual energy hesitated just long enough before seizing the reigns and throwing the special general off her sweat-soaked form, tossing him flat on his back. Fluid as a classical ballad, Lunga was not only staring at the ceiling but up at the point of a stiletto heel positioned just above his eye; had Reiko been there it would have been more than fitting a punishment, but alas, the Outworlder was elsewhere. Dropping her leg with vicious force next to his ear, a quick glance around the rest of the room told the succubus that there was a better way. "I'm not sure you're up to par." Pointing to the one chair that just had to feel the need to be center stage, the demon bit into her lower lip with enough force to break the thin layer of skin, "Prove me wrong."
Opening her coppery-tasting mouth wide ecstasy as the lavender lover yanked her down on his lap with a light smack on the rear, his lips smacking for mother's milk that was still too early in the production stages to come, the hellion's cries grew louder as he clawed into her back - thanks to events that transpired earlier that day, it wasn't long before his hand came away slick with blood. Feeling the muscle tense protectively beneath the searing pain of the criss-crossed scratches on the shoulder blade reopen, the repeat offenders taking their toll with a pain that was nigh too much for any ordinary human to bear (key word being mortal), it was quickly apparent that the main culprit was one from Reiko and the fetish he had for drawing gore. Cursing knives and their crafters for all eternity to the deepest, darkest cesspools of the Netherrealm, the succubus grunted with grim satisfaction as Lunga's engorged dagger found its mark.
"Not very nice, is it?" Victory firmly in hand now that her ally had turned the table, Zyanya cooed and changed the pace to one that better matched her own demonic drive as the weapon was twisted in the General's back and he began to bleed out, the monster inside not caring a tit about whether the future diplomat judged her for not finishing with the target until she was completely satisfied. Enough of the rational self had remained to save the Edenian before she became just another mindless sex slave in a set, so that should have been more than enough to appease the other with her hypocritical judgments.
Scarlet flow spewing from plush lips and the innermost corners of the up-turned snout as he cursed the murderess, the blood that sprayed her front only served to send the warped inner evil into a frenzy of savage bliss, "Ekk, Bitch! Arrugh," his groans slipped into a frequency beyond sound as his situation became rapidly more dire, "y-you'll pay... Urghhh."
"Oh? You don't seem to know nearly as much about my kind as I thought you would," disappointment eking into her words as she reached down her thigh to wipe away issue spilling out over the seat and trailing down her thighs, the ravenous creature that had been held back for almost a century sprung free from the final lock, its first act to smear the coating of semen inside Lunga's mouth with the same two fingers that had previously been inside herself, "that's a shame. But let me remind you of a little something before the real lesson begins..." trailing off to pump back up the prowess that the purple plaything had previously bragged of, the devil smirked in the dancing darkness as her partner hardened under the slightest of pawing, "my kind hails from hell." With one look into her chilling soulless depths, Lunga knew instantly that she was prepared to ride him all the way home.
For the reminder left to him and quite possibly after, he would be haunted by the look in those eyes, the only thing able to fall from his lips a feeble plea, "No..."
"Yes!" A harsh mistress and every inch the woman shaped by her father, she laughed in his face at the thought of all the fun the denizens of her home realm would have with the Special General, however they wouldn't get him until she had taken her fill. "You might not have known this, but the succubus is actually a very cruel creature - we can stop ourselves from devouring our mates, but when engaged by someone we could care less about it's a one-way ticket to the Netherrealm." Shaking her head the unbound hellion play-pouted before nuzzling her prey's neck, tongue beginning to moisten the outside of his jugular with a combination of sloppy kisses and urgent nips, "Once I'm done fucking you," deeper than usual, the demoness laughed sharply as she continued to bounce and gyrate in place, "I'm going to drain the life out of your husk." Absolutely growling - not entirely in a way that could be considered sexy or appealing - the imp sank her teeth into the pulsating mauve warmth of the dead man's common carotid artery and ripped it away without a shred of remorse, "And then to nourish the life growing inside me, the life you were dumb enough to breath a word of, I'm going to eat your remains." Zyanya had already lost one child, so she wasn't about to abide threats to another.
Gruffly exclaimed beneath the muffle of a tan face mask and even thicker than usual with the hint of disgusted horror, it wasn't Tanya that stood over Lunga's slumping shoulder and bore witness to the massacre-turned-necrophiliac-exhibition with wide-eyed fascination, "Suddenly I'm glad I didn't stick around. Yeesh." Not immediately threatened by the elusive figure from the past, a sideways glance told the feeding monstrosity that the tuckered yellow-favoring kombatant was still down for the count on the dining table, no one else in the pavilion but the new addition, "If you're looking for your reinforcements, the rest of my team is on that."
Half-forgetting that her bare form was drenched in scarlet, delicious as it was for the mother-to-be and nutritious for the contents of the womb, for just a moment the succubus was that timid child shown her first act of kindness when she spoke, "I told you you'd get in the habit of saving me someday." There was so much that she wanted to say to the traveler after all of that time, but the words and questions were suddenly stuck in the back of her throat and buried beneath a flash of a tiny little bundle wrapped in white, the babe slumbering through the untold dangers of stealing away in the dead of night. Reliving the worst day of her life at the height of her high, mind racing forward to a happy vision of Ko'atal basking in the sun by her side, laughter filling the summer air like the sweetest of music to counteract the welling despair that now devoured the darkness and locked it back tight, Zyanya couldn't feel anything but the cold reminder of loss. "I take it business must be slow, if you came."
Observing the mask of cooler heads attaching itself over a fragile heart still broken, a flood of his own memories playing behind the shadowed tilt of his hat, the bounty hunter shrugged in the direction of the Edenian, "You should thank the Princess for having the foresight to hire us." Story unfolding shy of ninety years ago, there hadn't been enough history between the former lovers to care what she did now and too much written between to bother to look away as she climbed off the deceased, "It's probably for the best that I warn you now - you've met my partner before." It probably would have been kinder to offer more of an explanation than that, but neither of them owed the succubus a damned thing.
Bodily fluids painting nearly every inch of her body, the demoness followed her sense of shame into using the window of moderate privacy to clean herself up some before Ko'atal saw her in such a state, and to ask a few questions, "Where did they take the rest of our unit? What about the civilians?" There were far more important things that she burned to ask, such as why there hadn't been a single reply to any of the letters she had sent (and continued to send when she could), or better yet where she could find the child in the event she ever worked up enough courage, but the hellion knew she had no right.
Researching the circumstances prior to executing the target, Erron didn't disappoint her expectations and had clearly gone above and beyond in collecting his intel, "Special General Lunga had Joxxter escort the Edenian to one of his clubs, and the Osh-Tekk was fortunate enough to be swept into customs with the civvies for registration." Pausing a moment, the bounty hunter didn't miss the way the impling lit at the news of the sun-based kombatant, but he chose ultimately to not comment on the fact that they seemed to share the same bleeding heart syndrome. "Don't forget to help this one." Drawing his six-shooter simply to keep his hands in practice, he pointed the pistol at Tanya as the demoness hobbled her way to the red clay wash basin and began to dab away the leavings of the dark creature with a porous sponge.
Grateful for the excuse to not focus on the strained air between the two conscious beings in the pavilion, she did what she could to make her friend presentable before the guys returned, back acting as a screen between the cowboy and a free show while she worked to dress them both, "Thanks for that. And Erron..." chewing the inside of her mouth while combating the desire to reopen old wounds, the demoness hastily spewed out the words before the nerve fled, "thank you for everything else too."
Holstering his guns with a shrug, their last encounter hadn't been so long ago that she forgot that that was just his way of accepting her gratitude. "If you're really thankful, you can add it to the Kahn's tab."
About to shake on it in earnest, Zyanya froze dead in her tracks as a familiar face entered the canvas living space. Dazzling blue eyes that could rival the beauty of any ocean and tank the mystery of any sea rolled upwards at the advances of Rain as the trio joined the party at long last, the familiar stranger that entered the world caused everything in the yurt to spin on its axis, a name springing immediately to being. "Emren?" Right hand extending out to the young woman that ruled the realms and wore the same look of the infant the hellion had last seen being carried off by her father, the demoness scrambled to the busty dirty-blonde that gave everything around her a new life, stopping herself just before making skin contact, "Emren, is that really you?" As the young woman nodded in confusion with a frightened look over at the marksman, Zyanya's smile fractured and became a glare of wrath to match the Elder Gods in all their might as she too stared down the westerner, "I left her with you because I was unfit to be a mother, and you let our daughter become a bounty hunter?! Damn you!"
Understanding dawning on the improved reflection of her mother's face, the eighty-something year old pulled away from the demon and crossed her arms under dual gun holsters, "Oh, so now I'm yours. That's convenient." Reaching with trembling hands for the grown woman once more - decades of attempts at preparing for this moment amounting to naught but a laughable waste - Zyanya's final hopes withered on the vine as the girl's father took the steps that seemed so impossible, his arms offering comfort and protection to the most valuable of gifts while his eyes threatened instant death to her foes. "Wonderful job," the girl scoffed, "being there for me every step of the way."
Circumstances also unexpected for Ko'atal, the Osh-Tekk could in no way be blamed for fixing the succubus with a stare of stone in his eyes and Elder Gods only know what in his heart, and yet still he remained loyal to the idea of loving her until the end of his days, "This is why you never could answer me in good conscience - you have a daughter." Loaning strength to his paramour, the warrior sun stood behind the woman he chose above the others and held her tight, one hand on her shoulder while the other laid across a waist that he had yet to learn carried his legacy, the certainty in his face shutting down Rain before the Edenian even got the chance to inquire why he would adore such a mess of a woman.
Love as self-explanatory a phenomena as there ever was, the reason was simple to the Osh-Tekk even if none other could grasp it - guarded as the most precious of treasure, he alone recognized that her heart was both a flickering thing of care to match the compassion he held for the well-being of others and alive with more feeling than she could ever express in words. A simple brush of the knee or the faintest hint of a smile, no matter how insignificant the gesture may have seemed to an objective third-party there was always something deeper to it that she just couldn't quite make herself say - he had yet to decipher the meanings to everything, but the lieutenant could always tell. She would sacrifice herself for the greater good of the people, as demonstrated when she agreed to stop Lunga at all costs, fully aware that what she was being commanded to do went against the interests of their relationship. Having discovered that she was the mother of a fully-grown woman, he could only imagine what all the impling had had to endure on that path.
Glued directly on Emren alone even as the hybrid tensed and hissed at the inferno of mixed-up emotions that came with coming face-to-face with a mother she had absolutely no history with, Zyanya murmured while gently placed her hand over Ko'atal's, taking the assembly at large by surprise, "...And a son." As if sensing his parents and the love they felt for each other right in that moment, the unborn seedling experienced his first heartbeat for those with the ears to hear.
Unnaturally quiet at the joyous news, Rain suddenly understood the real reason why Shao Kahn had elected to send Tanya on this mission over Kitana; putting two and two together, the Edenian figured out that Reptile must have overheard the prince dictating a response to one of General Reiko's subordinates and misunderstood who the instructions for the Cloud Brew was intended. "Three guesses who here sent my glorious majesty that letter." Mumbled under his breath, there was only one person who caught what he said...
To Be Continued...
