Reason was all but lost by the time that Scorpion found himself holding Evren once more, essentially barren arms melding into the organic ambit of her waist like a corroding key into a waiting lock; springing opening in just that very manner, albeit with a very new pop, the bereft demon spawn felt in her heart that for the first time she was really home, lost in the warm, omniscient embrace of paradise. And just like all islands of Shangri-la, temptation was not far behind the encompassing orbit of safety and satisfaction...
Thumb grazing just passed her navel as he chased the sensual contour of her form, the mind jumped ahead of the body by another three steps, the native Netherrealmian's largely neglected womanhood twitching in excitement as she imagined two or three of his five strong appendages rubbing along her warm crevice; standing just behind the female, her shapely assets grinding against him as her hips began to sway back and forth with maddeningly diminutive motions, it would be a downright lie to say that his body wasn't feeling the building urge too. Biting the inside of her lip as the bride-to-be stifled an anticipatory moan, failing to completely mask the noise, her golden orbs darting over from Scorpion's falteringly stoic eyes to the demon on her fiancé's payroll to be sure that he had not heard her slip-up. Serik paused for a moment in his own rolls of pain-induced bliss, but seemed not to hear the demoness, and Blaanid was nowhere in sight... They were safe for the time being, but if they - or at the very least she - didn't get out of there soon...
Weary of the mess spilling out from between her thighs as the wraith skimmed over the topmost layer of cloth, his middle finger plunging down the low-cut material, the assassin only knew that the feeling bursting out felt more intense than anything she had ever experienced before! But just the same, the know-ed hellion acknowledged that a part of the reason could have been the fact that they where standing in the middle of a very open room after an eternity of solitude from the best companion she had ever known. Either way, the electrifying pleasure shooting up and down her spine was downright incredible! The truth be told, Hanzo had not quite meant to progress things in this manner, but the purr-like sound emitting from the back of her throat told the cold-blooded killer that it was a very welcome action, so despite their exposed position he got the hint to carry on and followed through - the desire eking from every pore far outweighing the uncertainty - trusting his hand in and out of her lone cavern, stirring her insides, he thought back to something he had witnessed her doing with his own two eyes, using the memory for inspiration and guidance in this unknown territory. It might have been startling traumatic at that time, but now was a different story...
Never wanting this dynamic sensation to end, the little devil had enough sense remaining in her fogging mind to know that they really had to move the act before they drew in a crowd - being watched was still an activity that she utterly dreaded, so wiggling her little and middle finger in a strange manner, Evren opened up a portal just behind Scorpion, all but half a step needed to disappear completely from the fitting. Notwithstanding current keenness and urgency in the midst of the almost public eye, Scorpion was more than aware of the consequences they would face in the event of discovery; As much as he wanted to just slip away like this and ravage her without a moment's pause, the chivalrous apparition could not completely forget the sight of Noob Saibot ruthlessly bashing the face of the woman he was supposed to cherish and protect into a desk. One more thing to pay him back for. Thinking twice upon their immediate state of affairs, the voracious arachnid grabbed her petite-by-comparison hand in his own and forced the extremity closed, curling his fingers through hers, thus making the portal vanish in a wisp of teal-tinged violet. In too deep to turn back - as if either of them possibly wanted that outcome - Scorpion admitted to himself begrudgingly that they would be risking enough with this liaison, something he had never wanted in this or any life, so he felt as if they didn't have to add another vanishing act to her secret resume of fuck-ups that her betrothed was surely keeping...
Clearing his throat to get the other man's attention, positive to first rotate the bride-to-be in such a way that hid their blatant two-timing, fingers still thrumming wildly inside of her, Scorpion addressed Serik with an amazingly level tone of voice, "The woman's not feeling very well." Maybe his tone was a little too composed, the demoness thought somewhat bitterly to herself as she choked down another batch of euphoric melodies, "I'm going to take her to be examined." Worried that his creative truth telling wasn't going to be enough to get them out of the room without a fight, the shinobi added in a pensive tone, "Unless you want her to vomit all over your hard work and earn a nice scalping for yourself."
Grunting between words, only half-hearing what was said and caring even less than that, Serik nodded in the couple's direction, "Take her and begone... Just be sure to have her back here though. Once she's well enough to cooperate with true art..."
Wasting his energy with an understanding nod, Scorpion was about to teleport them elsewhere, perhaps to his own chambers, but she shook her head firmly against his chest, once more opening a mystical entryway, her voice low so as to not be overheard by prying ears, words gentle as if revealing a closely-kept secret, "I want you to be the first person to see this place."
By this point, skin-tight leggings germinating ever more tautly as the size of his already considerable manhood swelled, Scorpion didn't care where they went, so long as they wouldn't be interrupted or seen, but even that was quickly becoming a less appalling circumstance, but on some level, he was touched that she would share something with him that she supposedly hadn't with anyone else, however suspect that claim might have sounded, "..."
Scuttling sideways he brought them through the wavering gateway, the formless shape flickering more than he had ever seen it, every last minute motion of his laconic footfalls disrupting the steadily erratic pattern of pulsations in her pubic region, his hand stopping at one point altogether as the great care he took to avoid doing anything that would draw the suspicion of Serik was brought to naught, Evren's voice almost bringing it all crashing down as she expelled a very loud moan of ecstasy. On one hand he wanted to wring her neck for almost ruining it before anything could happen - a small sliver of himself wondering that if she didn't stand to lose so much in this love affair, would she trap him? - but on the other, he was vindicated to know that just his touch alone was more than enough to make her lose control like that. Staggering on the inside, Hanzo was awed to find that on the other side of her escape was not some disused closet or long-empty cell, but the very same field from Evren's dream, the sky still locked in the same hues, the flowers a little more withered than normal from the neglect - but still alive - and the reflecting barrier of polychromatic sheen was cascading into the distance. This was Evren's secret garden...
About to say something about the seemingly untouched meadow, about finally seeing her enigmatically veiled hamlet of flora with his own eyes, about her choosing to take him here of all possible places, of all people, the specter was cut off by her gratefully squirming figure twisting around without throwing his hold off, her hands ripping for his pants. She was just as impatient as he was, if not more so! Growing harder at the very thought of her wanting him as much as he wanted her at that moment, that a woman could display herself to be as ravenously randy as any man, the ninja was more than obliging as she discarded his trousers. Bashfully yet with desperation, Evren took his half-erect penis in her cupped hand, beginning to gently tug it back and forth, back and forth, genius enough to not only slip down from his grasp for a wider range of movement but using the same motion to displace her slightly-too-large dress so that her quivering chest was in full view. If Quan Chi had done any good in the world - besides playing his role in the creation of a woman like Evren - it would have been teaching his pupil how to make the most of her situations.
Heaving with a tremulous bounce, all that the undead could discern was healthy mounds, pert nipples prodding out form her breasts like little nubs, the scarlet tattoos caressing every curve of her femininity, one leg of slashing color wrapped over the pale nodule. Removing the hand coated in her liquid abstract, he brought it up to her bust, fingers splayed for one titillating second before he seized a hold of her chest, scissoring the bulb between his digits, eliciting yet another whimper from the succubus. Figuring that it was her turn to return the favor, the concupiscent maiden made quite the display of moistening her lips, slowly, tantalizing, pivoting her tongue, swaddling her naked orifice in her own spit.
Astounded to see her dropping to her knees of her own volition without the slightest bit of suggestion or prompting on his part, Scorpion was even more shocked when the lone personification of the Greek Erotes pretending to be the demon masquerading as a woman retired her hand and brought her lips to the tip of his cock. Flitting about as it explored every inch of his manhood, he found her tongue to be even quicker than his namesake as it darted up the slit, the shimmering trail of her saliva quickly followed by a wash of pre-cum. Flicking her fleshy pink mouth muscle over the entirety of her lover's tip, Evren followed up with a skill that had once brought her no end of embarrassment - although it still was slightly discomforting to display - taking the head into her mouth with a slight pause as she braced herself, she slowly began to bob her head up and down, taking just a little bit more with each pass.
Earning a small grunt of approval as she shoved him to the ground - crushing a number of her drying blooms - sucking him with ever increasing fervor, she paused as he grabbed at her shoulder, missing his mark completely on the first attempt, "If you keep going like that, I'm going to cum soon..."
Liking the husky tone he had taken, fancying the lustful gleam in his eyes even more, Evren lowered her mouth so that she could speak, "Fair is fair. Where do you want it?" Even for her father, it wasn't frequently when she had offered that kind of choice. Realizing that it might leave the wrong impression, it was the only way she could think of to tell him how much she loved him without actually saying the words, "I'm yours."
His... If only she was truly his...
Gathering that she was good on her word, Scorpion cast his eyes over her torso, thinking to himself where he wanted to unload, as this offer was a first for the widow. The bride might have possibly been beating him by in the number of lovers that she had taken - unbeknownst to him they were more equal in that category as she had not been touched by Noob - but he did know that her centuries of life counted for more than partners alone. What he didn't account for was the fact that all of her experience was force and fuck, while he had been fortunate enough to only know the body of women that loved him. Or so she thought...
Indicating that he didn't care, or rather couldn't make up his mind in the time alloted, she resumed the blow job, going faster and faster as he gripped her shoulders for dear life, nails digging into her flesh as that legendary white wave washed over his mind, the blood drawn serving more as an aphrodisiac than a deterrent. Mouth full of his seed, some of the monochromatic nectar spilling over, Evren - for the first time in her life - dipped her head back and swallowed as much as she could, almost choking on the milky syrup as it ran down the hidden passageway. That was not something she enjoyed in the slightest, but she knew that if Scorpion had ever asked it of her, she would probably agree...
Once her airway was clear, she gave him a once-over, taking as much of him as she could before completely removing her mouth from his stiff manhood, nothing short of pleased to see that he was still rock-hard, looking at him earnestly, voice throaty, "Help me with my dress?"
Gazing at her body, or what could be made out between the panels of silk and cylinders of unknown alloys, the wraith could not help but to notice a steady drizzle of clear ivory juices flowing from the soaked white panties she wore, spiraling shamelessly down her legs. The dress itself was not what he have imagined her in on her wedding day - not that he had envisioned Evren on her wedding day! - thinking the display too crass for her. Even just by the way that she dressed in her daily life, this was more something that he might have perceived her in after the vows had been exchanged, not what she wore going down the candle-lit alter. Or whatever the alter looked like! In fairness, he had no idea what a wedding in the Netherrealm would entail as in his time there he had not seen one, but he hazard a guess that it would look vastly different that what he would have seen in any part of Earthrealm. Regardless of those trivial details, Scorpion couldn't help but to gawk at her exquisite silhouette, seeing not the blemishes but the woman beneath, the delicate blossom that disgraced all others around her, that deserved so much more than what she had settled for...
For all the respect he had for her fiancée as a person, he might as well just have his way with the dress itself before destroying it in every conceivable manner, burning it toasty for good measure, but he refrained from those kinds of thoughts as he found that if he lingered on the fact that he was going to lose her to another man, he might loss the hard work she had just put in to this forbidden romp through the garden. Nodding silently on consent, not trusting himself to speak at the moment, he waited patiently as she turned around so that he could unfasten the pins and metal locks keeping the mineral bodice in place, if you could call the thin leaf helix layered in just the right places a corselet. Holding her elaborately braided waves back so he could see what he was doing, she looked over her shoulder at him. That was probably a mistake...
Even dead and skeletal, Hanzo Hasashi was the definition, nay the epitome of perfection, inside and out; he was far too good for the likes of her in any life. Defying everything she had fought so hard for, she knew that this tryst was stupid, that it shouldn't be happening, but the way that he held her in his arms... it unleashed something deep within, and she knew that it was more than a chemical reaction. But why, why did she have to jeopardize everything now that the end was almost in sight?! Even just starting out this escapade, she knew that this couldn't be just sex, Evren's heart full of foreboding...
Unable to take it any longer when he saw her peeking over her shoulder at him with those saffron eyes of hers, he blurted out something that he had been holding in for a long time now, "You look beautiful..."
Feeling the last pin fall out of place, she held the cloth to herself, very self-conscious with a remark like that, "I do...?" She looked at all of the bruises on her body, no longer hidden from view now that her glamor had dissipated with a lack of concentration, "Even with all of these?" She shook her head, reminding herself that while this was also fueled by lust, at least this time they were in control of themselves to a degree, so she thought that he was just trying to ease into this, whatever this was, "You don't have to lie. You don't have to say anything at all... " Letting the dress fall away from herself completely, momentarily letting everything else fall with it, she tossed the dress aside so it didn't attract any of the dirt that was sure to fly, rolling her hips as she pulled off her underwear and prepared herself for entry. Rubbing her clit with his head, she teased herself before lowering her body on his stiff member, "You don't even have to think of me..."
A/N: This isn't the first time I've done it, but this is the first time I feel truly inclined to point out that this chapter is named for a song. The song itself is only of mild importance in terms of the lyrics and relevance to this story; it is more for the fact that the title itself holds so much meaning (but yes, the song itself is worth something, hence this long speech). I went through a bit to find just the right title for this chapter, and eventually I found it! On a scientific note - kay, never thought I'd really ever have to say that - scorpions are classified as arachnids, not insects. Most of you probably already knew that, but just in case you didn't, you do now. And no, Scorpion did not see her dream from 'Never Forget, Never Forgive" - that was just me trying to put the perspective in both of their views. In the use of the word 'skill', I meant more something she regretfully knew how to do, not that she was an expert at. Just because Evren might have a lot of practice does not make her a pro! Anyways, when I finished the last chapter, I had to take a short break to sort my thoughts out, and the following day I couldn't even write anything, because my internet crashed! Then from the third day on, I had a really limited window to work! Well, whatever, its done now...
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Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Kombat. That honor goes elsewhere. Like (but no limited) to Netherrealm Studios, the WB (or whatever they're calling themselves over at Warner Brothers), and Ed Boon. There might be more, but I'm no lawyer, and I'm certainly not versed in ownership rights, so I don't know exactly who owns what. I can, however, lay claim to Evren, Blaanid, Serik, and all the other minor nameless characters, and I do.