Not think of her...?! What an insane and ludicrous notion! Ever since the first time that he had been with the demoness, Scorpion couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter how hard he tried to! But the way she was riding him, her breasts bouncing even within the confines of his hands, the pumping grind of her hips against his as they both cried out for release, the warmth radiating from her core as their bodies strove onwards for completion all made it impossible for him to articulate that to her, no matter how much he wanted to...
Hanzo Hasashi never thought to himself that he was a man that could part from a more dominate position in bed, but her wild, thrashing thrusts were making him feel so unbelievably good... With moves like hers, it was a wonder that the devil himself wasn't contending for body... Moaning in the back of her throat, head rolling in the air, silver-gold hair whipping every which way in the gentle breeze that maintained a nice cool on their bodies so they didn't overheat too quickly, Evren was even more shocked than her partner was at his own inner revelation; she had never once been this demanding before, guiding the pace with a simple jerking motion of her haunches. It was different for her to be the one really calling the shots, and if she could have anticipated some kind of a life after the wedding night, this was a side of herself that she could see setting free every now and again - or it would have been, if she had anyone to share this kind of thing with... Surviving the wedding night or not, there was no way that she would ever let Noob Saibot touch her...
Twisting around like a white flag in a tempest as the harbinger of horny yielded her position to one more capable of the demands of leadership, the semi-clad shinobi flung the reincarnated Xochiquetzal to the ground a little more roughly than was necessary - though it was more arousing than abusive - pinning her in his powerful arms. The bride-to-be whimpered desperately in the bodyguard's ear, frenzied voice hampered somewhat by heavy pants of rolling ecstasy, "Oh, Scorpion, yes! Yes, yes, yes, YES! Oh, fuck me harder! Yes, make my pussy cum! Pound my cunt until its in the shape of your cock! Fuck! Fuck me like its the end of the world!"
The naughty demon bride wanted to chalk her mouth up to months of sexual repression, but that wasn't strictly true as Quan Chi was making emphatic strides to ensure that he not only remained vividly in her memory but that the spy was put to some use in her time of inane impotence. So instead of piddly excuses that could be debunked with minimal effort, the necromancer's offspring went with the claim that all her dirty talk was coming from a place that realized this was tantamount to her world ending, that this would be her last time with the man that she loved. Also, it was hard for either of them to maintain even an ounce of composure with the obscene, unadulterated, pain-numbing passion that was extirpating all else - In other words, the sex was just too good to pay any attention to what was coming out of the mouth. It was so good that soon the vocal one wasn't even speaking in a tongue that the wraith was familiar with...
Fulfillment just within their reach, nails becoming dragon talons as skin was torn open, blood seeping, the opus of climax was fast approaching for the both of them, the nigh unbearable sensation luring Hanzo to speed up the momentum between them. Rocking his well-honed temple with rhythm, jerking to a sudden halt in a spray of transparent essence, Rati's lesser's strictly maintained lower-half sputtering to a stop as her moist pink walls clamped down on her lover's quivering member, six or seven smutty moans dying as she buried her face in his chest. It was so warm in that place between heaven and hell, torrid even, unkempt waves of sunlit starlight glittering like seraphic thread as her head came down against his expansive, muscular chest; spent as the worst bride in the Netherrealm's lengthy, untold history undoubtedly was, mind tallying the price of this adventure, Evren thought to herself that whatever the toll was it would be worth this moment resting in his arms, loved for just a moment. She also wondered that now that their lives were forfeit, what else was there to give? Moratorium ended just a little too abruptly, the demoness embraced the obsidian, earthy soil digging into her back and embedded respectively into their flesh, the claws not ingrained in his divine gift from the Elder Gods ripping up the thorny roots of a dainty white fairy lily and a fist-full of a reddish grass. With his lady love's hands full, the spirit of vengeance grabbed the only thing he could think to for support as he rolled them over once more, grasping her thighs as yet another wave of euphoria washed over everything else, wiping it all away for just a moment, her name the only thing on his lips...
"Evren..." The moment was right, no the moment was more than right, perfect, or heavenly... The moment was theirs, and no matter what troubles lingered in the shadows, shark's jaws opened wide in the spreading blood-frenzy, they had each other, the way that it should have been, "I love you." All the ghosts were there at their backs, rusted swords drawn at the throat, but none of it mattered, because soon the things that haunted them would be put to rest, one way or another, "Evren, I need to know if it's too late to tell you I can't stand back and watch you as you give yourself to someone else. I know its selfish, but he doesn't deserve you," He tenderly ran his hand across the bruises marring her flesh like some jacket of decay, heart agreived as she winced at the contact, "No one who could treat anything as fragile as you this way deserves anything half as good as you are. I can't say that I always knew it, but I know now that more than anything else, I can't go on living - if that's even what we are - without you knowing that some part of me has always loved you. I've fought everything from my past to our natures, knowing the entire time that I can never forget what I've lost or how important it was to me, that more than demon and wraith, we are the puppets from hell, merely playing our parts in some picture larger than ourselves, killing in the reluctant services of manipulators and murderers." If only he realized just how true those words were, "But even with this blood-soaked carcass, I know in my soul that dying was the one of the best things that ever happened to me, because it brought me to you. If you asked me to, I couldn't pick what the best thing to ever happen to me was, because I have three. I know that if I truly love you, I should let you go through with this wedding without putting you in this place, that I should force a smile as I watch you go out of my life forever, but after everything, I can't. I always thought that it would be impossible to even look sideways at a woman that was about to tie her life to another, but when it comes to you, nothing is impossible. I lost everything once, and I'm not strong enough to do it again, not without a fight."
Scorpion was well aware that it was an amplitude of information to tell her all at once, and contrary to artifice, he never thought that he would say any of that out loud, let alone to Evren, so he anticipated her needing some time to sort everything out inside her head, and factoring in that she was as weak as she was - not that he ever would have guessed by the way that she handled herself - it was dicey if he'd ever get a reply. The chances of her dying from the demonic equivalent of a heart-attack were slim, but they still existed...
Figuring that he had divulged more than enough already to blur the lines of propriety, shame, and intimacy, the hell specter went on, baring his very soul, but for all he knew, this would be his last and only chance to say what was on his mind, knowing that letting this chance slip by would be worse than her impending rejection, hearing with finality that it wasn't enough to sway her, "And you were mistaken, about earlier. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, not since our time in Outworld." He could see the reluctance in her downcast eyes, no doubt placed there by her own father, so he elaborated, driven by the insanity that so closely cloaks love, "I think about you constantly, about every tiny mannerism that even the most skilled assassin can't fake. The way that you crinkle your nose when you sleep," He could see the question in her eyes but went on, "the way that you lean a little towards the left when you walk," Actually, it was less the left and more wherever he was, but she gave him credit for noticing that much, "There's nothing about you that I don't cherish."
What could she possibly hope to say to all of that?! Quan Chi had spent her entire life tearing her down, striping her of all worth and confidence outside of his schemes, leaving it so at the end of the day all she was to him was not blood but a woman that served his every whim without question, a loyal assassin that only had faith in his word and her skills at enforcing her master's beliefs. Evren had no allusions that she was the prettiest, the strongest, or the smartest, so she had no reason to leave the shelter of the necromancer, no one to replace him, to test her brain and her brawn against - she didn't even have a chance in being her own master, living a simple life. A simple life would have been nice... But there was no way it could ever be hers, because she was a broken doll, and as the Sorcerer of the Damned so loved to admonish, no one wanted broken goods...
But more than the marvel she felt for his sedulously sincere confession, Evren could not so dexterously disregard the image of Hanzo's burning third face in Bi-Han's sadistic hands, the horror forevermore cauterized into memory, so the not-so-lovelorn demoness knew that her course of action was clear, that this had to end before the mental and emotional wounds crossed over into the physical and she lost him for good. But feeling as if she had signed his death certificate and had all but handed him over to her fiancée, it wasn't so easy to just shove it all away and do the right thing, the thing that would save his life, "How can you tell me that you love me when you you don't know if I'm the girl you think you see, or if I'm really Quan Chi's faithful assassin, skilled in the art of deception?"
Saffron eyes welling up with bitter-sweet tears that even her constant blinking could not hide, Scorpion brushed the lone streak of nacreous pearl away with his ever-exposed thumb, loathing to see her sad even in the silence before the coming storm. The inquiry itself was an inscrutable query that plagued him so frequently - especially as of late - and yet he stood by his declarations for the seemingly unfaithful female, because there was something truly good about her heart and soul. There had to be, or else he wouldn't have fallen in love with her so throughly...
Closing her xanthous orbs as the organ functioning (just barely) as the heart filled with the dread of things to come, the bride could see his answer reflected back at her in his ghostly peepers, each word only for her and no one else, which only made what she had to do that much harder, "You said that he doesn't deserve me, but you're wrong - I'm the one that's undeserving." She spoke in terms of a much larger scale, hoping that he realized as much, "My father showed me my worth long ago, and Noob Saibot," His name was more acidic than the substances in Outworld's many dungeons and torture chambers, "continues the lesson. I'm no good for anyone, let alone you, so you should do yourself a favor and just forget about me..." Freeing herself from his grip, the remains of her heartstrings snapping with the increasing distance, Evren stood up and backed away from the first man she ever loved, grabbing the dress from the dirt with a somber sideways look back at Hanzo, "The physical things I feel for you cannot make the relationship you desire..."
Distraught to witness Evren's self-doubt, that the demoness thought herself to be nothing more than Quan Chi's daughter, steeled in lies and tempered in the fires of deception, Scorpion spoke from a broken heart, reaching out for her in vain, snatching her retreating figure by the wanning wrist so she couldn't leave, "Then give me what you will." Hanzo could scarcely believe his own mouth, "Every day we spend like this, locked in this excruciating strife, I'm dying more and more. Watching you waste away before my eyes, severing all independence as you slip away into a life of silent servitude... I can't do it anymore, not in silence, not without you knowing that this isn't your only option." Reaching for the sword that had just barely made the trip with them, he presented it to her in true shinobi fashion, falling on his knees in a move not unlike her own, once upon a time, "If you can't find it in yourself to know me on your own terms, then do me this one kindness and end my suffering."
"You daft ninny!" Taking the weapon that had seen easily over a thousand deaths only because she had to, Evren glanced down at the threatening shiny metal for the briefest of moments, appearing to consider it when really the reflections of time had whisked her away, and promptly upon return the bereft threw the blade out of hand, falling down to her own knees in a quivering heap, arms wrapping around Hanzo's neck during the descent, "Seeing you dead is the very last thing that I want!"
Sobbing visibly and in great volume, collapsing against the fallen saint of revenge, he lowered his outspread arms in suspended disbelief, encasing the indents of her waist as he yanked her closer into him, refusing to let her go - not that she was fighting the embrace. How could he possibly do that to her?! Loathing her very existence was one thing, loving her another wonder, but to actually fall before her mercy, offering her his very life when it was the very thing she held the most precious! Some deeper part of the hellion understood that he had no idea what she was fighting to protect, but for him to actually...!
Getting the not-so-subtle impression that he had truly frightened her with his request, he brought the last paramour as near to his being as he possibly could, comforting her with a circular motion at her shoulder blades, whispering tenderly to the lost crop of Arcadia, "Don't you know that this what someone does when they really love you? They offer to give up their own life."
Battling the hysteria that threatened to consume her frail person, the keeper of secrets and torment shook her untamed head, only half calmed by his efforts, "There are easier ways to prove that you love someone than to sacrifice yourself for nothing!" Was it irony or hypocrisy in her words? She wasn't quite sure herself.
"Is there?" He smirked beneath his mask, running his hand over the corporeal curve of her bare posterior.
Returning his implied smile with one of her own, warming rather quickly from the frantic mess she was about to become, the daughter of his greatest enemy gently removed his mask with tentative permission, leaving the second layer that mirrored his original form not for its aesthetic appeal but because it had fleshy lips to taste, however, that pleasure was only fleeting. Barely together, their lips parted as soon as they had met, the learned demoness' experienced fingers nimbly casting away all remaining barriers that separated them, even going as far as shedding away her own guise so that he could behold her for what she truly was. Something horrible to behold, in her father's kind words, he did not turn from her but cupped her face in his hand, bringing her in for a slow, passionate kiss, her own lips meeting him so slowly, so gently, it only could have been love...
A/N: Wow, 27 chapters to tell her that he loved her? I do believe that that's a record for me... So anyways, I wasn't planning on just blurting this all out there like that - stupid word-vomit - but its out there now! I think also partially just put it all out there was because I don't anticipate this to be super long like the last story - maybe ten chapters? I dunno, that's complete guesswork, so it could either decrease or increase from there... I do know that this chapter was completely evil to write, going through at least three major rewrites before I was satisfied with the outcome. As for the part about the devil, that's actually a reference to the song "Rev 22:20", by the band Puscifer. So just name-dropped my favorite comic/movie company! Oh, by the way, Xochiquetzal is an Aztec goddess associated with fertility, beauty, female sexual power, protection of young mothers, pregnancy, childbirth, and women's crafts, or she is according to Wikipedia. Rati is, again my source being Wikipedia, the Hindu goddess of love, carnal desire, lust, passion and sexual pleasure. Evren is NOT really the reincarnation of any deity. And, if anyone's interested, I put up a picture of Evren, Scorpion, and Noob on DeviantART. I'm not good with links and stuff, but if you don't feel like shifting around, PM me, and I'll try - key words being try - to post a link to the picture. Note that my own interpretations of Evren shouldn't cloud the vision you might have of her. If you don't want to look at my art but are still curious to know what I vaguely imagine for her, I'll just say these two words: Stahma Tarr. I don't know how many of you have seen the show Defiance, but that's what I envision for her, in a vague sense. I have no clue what her demon form might look like, so I leave that to your imaginations. And derp, last but not least, I would like to thank Cold Recluse for the review. So tired, and this is so long!
So tell me, was the wait worth it? Was Scorpion out of character with an action like that? Will I ever stop bugging my readers for feedback? Actually, I can answer that one right now - No, I won't. Feedback helps me get better, and the interaction is just nice. But just remember that love makes people do crazy things...
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.