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Mortal Kombat: A Forgotten Hero 3	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Forgotten Hero 3
- 1
URP-URK
He gurgled and sputtered, but not from the taste of semen like he usually expected. It was... actually refreshing. He began to lick and suck on whatever it was, the fleshy inches short, moist and invading his mouth in a way he could actually handle -- his tongue reviving from its dormant nature by the forced drenching. He suckled on the fingers, nursing with some reservation. He wasn't sure when he figured out that it wasn't from a spout. That somewhat bothered him, but right now, he just needed to be quenched.
The hand left him, and he struggled, attempting to have its touch again. He heard water drip from a source nearby -- that calmed him a little, knowing it wasn't leaving for long.
It was a woman's hand...
He wasn't sure how he knew.
It just reminded him of Kitana...
Her sharp nails glanced harmlessly against his tongue as he lapped up the water, careful of their angles.
His eyes began to wince, then finally open. The cave was filled with luminescent green mushrooms that scattered, both large and recently sprouted. He tried to meet her expression, swamped in a sea of black curtain lined hair with a hint of mustiness. His eyes fell even lower, to her massive set of mammaries, that hung loose and free. Reminding him of a certain someone.
A certain group of someones.
That's when it clicked.
It was one of them...
The dull horror sat in his belly, unsure of what to do, as more and more of her features began to reveal themselves, no longer as shadowed by the strands of hair. He was reticent to trust another Mileena, as he tried to meet her animalistic eyes but couldn't, instead having them fall in line with her teeth, which he didn't exactly like staring at either, as they pincered jagged inside her jawline.
"Awake... you awake? Awake." The word she spoke vibrated through her rippling muscled build.
Her repetition had him push off her flexed thigh, attempting to acknowledge her and maybe create some much needed distance between them, keeping his head low inside the cave.
Crouched down with a wooden bowl beside herself, the murky water tasted like cold mountain springs. She smiled as nicely as she could, not going for the wide grin, the glow casting between her rows of teeth, the radioactive color giving her a demonic look despite how nice and kind she was trying to be.
There was a rumbling in his stomach that he couldn't silence, keeling over.
"I'll get you food! Cooked, even!" There was a spriteliness as her tongue pressed to the back of her throat; the way she spoke seemed oddly cartoonish, almost unlike the other Mileenas.
Mileena moved with a monkey like hunch, her nudity appealing, her grapefruits bunched up against her knees, having no qualms about showing off every inch and curve of her body. For anybody else, it'd be shocking, but for him and Mileena, it was just Tuesday. There was a thudding flap of skin as she moved -- her protusion. A third leg that didn't touch the ground, sticking to her sweaty inner thigh before falling away and repeating in her shuffle.
There was a scraping rumble that shook him. He tried to follow her, only to find that a heavy boulder overlaid the entrance. He pushed on it a hint, getting no result, reminding him just how strong Mileena was.
He crawled back. There was just enough room for his body to sit, his head to adjust and his feet to kick to not be completely claustrophobic. The horn shaped cave coming to an end a little more to his right, the fungi lights embedded into a collapsed pile of stone, like this had previously lead somewhere once before -- they were bright when he looked at them, but they weren't bright enough for the whole of the cave.
He spent the rest of the hour recovering, mentally and physically; reminiscing about the woman in blue that had saved him. His thoughts then eventually drifted to the... 'good Mileena'. Could one of them actually be good? Forget virtuous, how about sane? But the idea of one of these things being straight in their thinking scared him even more, because that would mean she'd want something more than sex... right?
Then something invaded his mindscape: A sense of dread, the reality of this being an actual tomb became more and more feasible.
'What if she didn't come back?'
'She's an animal... what if she has the attention span of one?'
Only his eyes drew bigger, not having the energy to expend on a more physical outburst.
He looked into his water dish, wondering if death by hunger was worse than dehydration.
That awful noise. He sat up, staring into the maw of darkness. The teeth appeared first, then that strange flattened anchor nose and finally her piercing eyes, her whole head framed - was this the real one... what did that mean when it came to them? What would he even do if this was one of rapey Mileena's? He had nowhere to go.
His horror and worry then fell as flat the food she had brought, landing in a slap on the ground, as Mileena couldn't hold it any longer -- and then he quickly understood why as he tried to pick it up, but the pain was clear even as much as he wanted to eat, forcing him to drop it.
It was still steaming.
Real live food.
Cooked meat.
Still piping hot -- you'd have to be insane to carry something like this willingly...
Oh.
Right.
He waited as long as he could, having some idea of when food lost it's warmth. With a snatch, gristle tore as he snapped it from the bone, gilding to his teeth, snagging in between them, scorching his gums with little care on his part. His greasy fingers and even greasier face making it clear he couldn't handle his first taste of real food in awhile, even if the actual taste of it didn't even enter the equation. He hated being a pig, even in front of a monster like her, but he couldn't stop himself, but he was also on guard, as he locked eyes with this animal through a sheen of greasy fingers. He postured pensively and was ready to fight for his meal at the drop of a hat, fearing that this snarling beast was ready to steal it at any moment... but... she wasn't snarling...
And she wasn't a...
Okay maybe the jury was still out on that other part -- but her intense staring seemed to be past his food, and more of an interest on him in general, with Mileena looking at him with curiosity.
She curled some of his hair around her finger, leaning into him with a wide mouthed grinning tilt; Mileena looked to him dreamily after letting out a sigh. The still glowing redness reminded him of what she had done for him. "I really, really, really, appreciate a hot meal..." He lifted her face with a feather touch against her chin. "But bread's okay too." Mileena nodded, squeezing him into a hug, then letting him go. He swiped his head across his brow, a heavy duty amount of sweat flowing, his neck slack and staring off to the shrooms again. "Being in here with you is almost like being in a sauna."
"Do... do you want me to leave?"
His lazy arm fell upon her sweaty shoulder, wrapping around the back of her neck and landing at the start of her ample cleavage with a moist splash of a fleck. "No."
Why was he trying to reassure her?
This monster.
Watching her face soften, even with the razor rows, a look of someone who finally felt accepted. Maybe there was something more to her than met the eye.
Mileena took a deep whiff of him.
"You're absolutely delectable..." That guttural tone that was familiar to the other Mileenas came out of her. Those animal eyes of her popping yellow for a moment. He wondered why she would say that.
He wasn't scared... yet.
Then he looked between her legs.
She was excited to say the least, her hard and mostly straight dick tapered into her right thigh, glancing off what little fat there was there in her athletic build.
"Do... do you want me to suck it?"
"NO!" She pushed on the base of the lengthy piece of meat, clenching her thighs around it, making the point between her legs as smooth as a pussy. She pressed her face into a triangle shaped prayer she made with her hands. "Please excuse it. I'd never coerce you into something you wouldn't want to do like my sisters."
Even though he agreed and appreciated her perspective, he still had to admit he was... disappointed.
She fell asleep first. He was hesitant to do it, expecting her to snap at him in her sleep, but he leaned up closer to her, that quiet venting of air through her teeth like warm car exhaust, making being naked a lot more comfortable, and with his head in her chest, the guttural noises from her "Hrrrrrm... haaaaah..." was oddly soothing.
Zzzzzz...
...
Meaty slicking rained out, hitting his ear first. As he opened his eyes, his POV was nothing but her dew laden stick, her hand fully grasped around her shaft. He kept himself in position, her jerking hand sometimes gliding along, before taking a full throated grip. She was slow in her wrenching, wrestling her fist up and down her trunk. It was clear she was trying to keep herself hushed up, the sound of cute little animal stirrings leaving her. "Ahwah... ahwaah... ah, ah... hamph... hmmph..."
Two questions entered his mind:
Did she really think she could get away with this?
Would it be wrong to intrude upon her fun and join in?
If Mileena still operated on animal instincts, then all she wanted to do right now is fuck something - nonstop if possible. He realised how powerful of a gesture it was for her to have curbed so much of her needs just for him. If she found him attractive, it must be beyond painful for him to be there on her and not be able to do something about it.
He began to lean over intentionally, it's hypnotizing glisten like a siren's lure. A pinkish-reddish vein spread like a crackle of lightning, splintering off in different directions of purple.
Mileena pulled violently on her dick, retracting the foreskin, her pink hued mushroom which led into a fire alarm red tip, shook. Her big and heavy ass clenched tightly as she thrusted into the air. She gave one more upward flick of her penis that sent out gobs of goo in an impressive spitfire volley, flowing almost like water from her curved and meaty pipe. Drooling slowly, she humped the air once more, before letting go in a dripping droop, her cock still having a mighty strength to it despite it's wilting, but it refused to disappear within herself, virile beyond him and most mortal men that needed a break -- it looked like it could go again as it pooled into her outie, diamond shaped, belly button. Mileena's slow exhaling showing off her abs before they disappeared again.
He clutched her balls. She froze up instantly. They hung low and smooth just from their weight, resting together on the hard surface, the tennis balls sagging in different directions. He moved with a delicate touch, army crawling, afraid of cutting up or bruising his knees as he laid before her. She blushed in the nuclear green lighting, spreading her legs open further and like he expected, the erection bloomed upwards again like she had enchanted the thing to always be hard.
He inhaled the stinky musk that was wafting up from her cock. It nearly knocked him out; a smell of sex between them, even when they hadn't touched eachother in that way. With both hands, the weight felt immense in his hands, a filmy stickiness still leaking from the hood flap of skin as he measured her size with his mouth, his jaw quirking and making him rethink what he was about to do. At the same time, he now had an obligation, and he wasn't about to tease the girl monster that saved him.
He kissed it, then gave the apple sized head a lick from its underside to its top, the saltiness more nauseating than a bag of potato chips or that meat he ate earlier, and the smell of things only got worse, his mouth mixing with her wet and drying sperm. Placing it in his mouth, her sweltering penis hitting his tongue while inside radiated so much heat in his head he nearly spun out and collapsed from dizziness. He did his best to stomach it, but he pulled away with a gagging cough early, a splatter of spit landing on the soaked looking shlong, the half cocked snake with it's curled thick flesh intimidating to his throat muscles.
He licked his chops, studying it again, before resuming. Hands upon the smooth base of her pubic area, he closed his eyes and dove on it, lips wide open. Lifting his tongue, he popped and sucked on it, his hand tugging and squeezed on her girth as she filled his mouth up. Hitting the back of his throat, he looked up to her Jack-o'-lantern smile as it shifted. "Yesss... yesss..." The bare bottoms of her feet caressed his sides as he unswallowed her and reswallowed her.
He expected her to choke him halfway through, or for those thighs to raise up and to wrap around his back, spearing him down fully on her scepter -- but that didn't happen. He bobbed up and down on it at his own pace, which a part of him argued that was way more humiliating than the other Mileena's... or Sheeva... or Sindel... raping him. Yet hearing those pleased sighs escape from her was worth the sore throat he was sure to develop after this. His shoulders tensed up. "SHLLLPPPP-" He had her deepthroated, her sack against his chin, a part of him a little ashamed that he even was capable of this after those other Mileena's 'taught him'. Mileena throbbed, and it felt like her dick turned to stone. "AUURP-GRK." He blinked out tears.
She let out a squeak and pumped up off the ground, a couple of rocks behind her cascading. Her cumshot was powerful, hitting the back of his throat with a coating blast that then began to fill him up like ocean water and had him choking and gurgling, and he could only do one thing. "Mmmulp-mulp-mlp." Part of him hoped to avoid the awfulness, but the globs hit his tastebuds and her carnivorous diet made itself clear with its acidic texture. Like a rope, he climbed off her length in reverse, leaving a dollop of a pearl with every pull as he made her dick retrace its steps. Plopping out of his mouth, several strands of spit and semen quickly broke apart as it flopped back like a fish onto her tummy. "Pah... fuh... yuck-" Yet even despite what he did, he saw it's heartbeat as it began to rise steady once more.
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Emerging from the open cave, Mileena helped him up, taking her hand which he appreciated, his legs and spine regained a more familiar sense of himself. He stretched, looking like he wanted to take a stroll, and Mileena quickly corrected with a hand gesture. "Don't go far." She tapped the bridge of her nose. "They smell."
He sighed a little, resigning himself to a stretch of wall. "So where do you want me to piss?"
The sound of a rushing flush erupted beside him, as Mileena herself took up position nearby. With thrown back shoulders on tiptoes and knees raised, Mileena had this uncaring, closed eyed expression while openly urinating in front of him. Not wanting to be rude, he couldn't help himself as he reached down between her legs, taking hold of it. The veininess seethed, almost burning his palm - he only wondered how hot her piss was, watching the tinkle as if it was gonna melt the rockface like acid. The thing was as rigid as a tree branch in his hand, impressed with its hardness as the stream began to wane, coming out now in sudden squeezes, her dick pulsing in his hand as the last bit of her juices left her, the exposed head and foreskin clearly moistened.
He then realised how impulsive it was to grab a woman's dick while she was doing her business. Slowly, his chin raised up, their eyes meeting for a moment, and he flicked them back to her groin. He got easily flustered trying to ask her what he really wanted, knowing he had to be expedient, which wasn't helped by her unbreaking gaze -- but even worse, she actively tried to seek out his flush expression. It was one of those moments he wished she was one of those evil Mileena's and just took what she wanted.
"Do you... wanna fuck me?"
"Really?" Mileena got all bashful, swaying in place, hands clasped, engorging her grapefruits even further with her arms pressing them together. "You and Mileena make love?" Like a wagging tail on the front side, her erection began to inflate and rise, before dropping back down due to it's weightiness.
Even if he had wanted to say no at this point after seeing her fully grown monster, how could he disappoint her like that? Lifting her spirits and then dashing them would be a lot more mean than if he had done it to anyone else, as she reminded him of a child in the body of a fully grown woman.
With his back turned to this wide expanse of empty cave, worry set in - but worse than that - thoughts of betrayal. What if this was a mindgame and they were just about ready to emerge and-
"Spread."
His feet waddled, his face up against the coarse wall.
"More."
He again did as she asked, his ball and toes nearly sending him off kilter, his hands really having to help keep him aligned.
"More."
He wondered what she was doing back there. "Mileena, if I spread anymore I'm gonna be doing the splits!"
A stiff hand gripped his shoulder. "Then do not complain." An annoyed hiss followed. Mileena shunted him forward with the force of her meat injection, an audible gasp escaping him, but his small cavity engulfed her bellend, preventing her from slipping out on accident. His narrow ass cheeks wrapped around her cock snugly, reminding him just how big she really was.
"Ehhhr... rrrgah... damn-uh..." The exertion he was feeling in his lower guts as she punched in fell through clenched teeth. Her other hand fell upon his hip, and with another buck, she forcefed him more of her filling sausage. Through gritted facials, he experienced her inch by inch. Her nails traced his back, pulling out a shiver from him. She then hugged him tightly into herself, her full length scraping his insides, though without the feeling of wanting to die like Sheeva inspired. Still the question remained: How could something like that even fit inside him?
Taking hold of his hips, Mileena began to fuck him. Her testicles hit him like leather covered pool balls, that harsh landing that made him wonder how she wasn't hurting herself, then the peeling off before repeating the action again. Her tits swung wild and free, clattering with every delivery, the twin beachballs squishing for a moment before slapping away from another. He had been growing and shrinking since her invasion, but now he felt pressure. A small orb of a dribble began to form, and with even a slight wobble from her, he could feel it's sticky descent like a special forces helicopter drop in - but as Mileena picked up her speed and hit him harder and harder, his prick began to hit his stomach with whaps, staining it.
"Me cum! Me cum! Me cum!" Her knees hit the back of his, now standing on her tiptoes, a spider like angling of her body as she encouraged his body to slide down her pole, and kind of like the old Mileena's from before, it felt like there was no escaping her in this position. She sprung a leak that turned into a flood. He shuddered at the sensation as her cock throbbed, expanding him further then contracting, an obvious gape even with her inside before his ring swallowed at her again, tightening himself around her member, an unconscious reaction from his body to milk out more and more of her seed.
Uncorking him, Mileena withdrew back, and like rain on a window, he could feel every drop of hers streak down his thighs, drawing criss crossing lines of his now marked territory. With her sword no longer propping him up as her sheath, her freshly brewed boil on his insides gave him a hot flash and he nearly toppled over, his nudity doing nothing to abate his perspiring face, but he barely managed to catch himself. Mileena sunk down to her knees, giving him as a wide eyed look as she could with those slicing gold animal irises of hers.
Her tongue distended from her mouth, falling in a lump then constricted firm. Her thick and lengthy muscle slid up his legs with a zig zagging movement, every pore of sweat and her cum was replaced by a sheen of her spit, and before he knew it, she had it between his butt.
She pushed down on his stomach, causing him to wince, and out he poured. He wanted to say something, that this was wrong, that this was disgusting, but her tongue bathed the sensitive and raw feeling area, lapping up the seeping juices of her own making. He felt her teeth press up against his sensitive behind, but there was no scratching or clawing, but he dared not relax or even sit in his awkward flexing stance for fear of falling into her beartrap face.
Hands on his tense knees, he looked between his legs as embarrassment filled his face, that despite her half monster visage, the idea of a pretty woman so wantonly devouring upon his hole had him wanting to tell her to stop because it felt like he was taking advantage of her, but at the same time, how could he say no? Beyond the fact that she could easily kill him if she wanted let alone rape him, her eagerness was clear in the trails of spit that ran down her chin and lip, but her redwood was at full attention as well, her hips doing a subtle bounce up and down to help maintain it's bloodflow, the head like fist now obscuring her once visible and taut abdomen.
He only felt the hot intensity of her traveling tongue, as it spun and swirled into crevices he never thought he even had. But what was worse than her slippery intrusion, was the feeling of wanting it, grinding back into her, yet with every wiggle, there was a sternness with her tongue, guiding him left and right so he never totally pushed himself back into her face, a reminding warning of her toothiness. Her hot breath exhaling over his balls, once again uneasy, imagining awful things like her teeth scraping his nuts or intentionally ripping them apart, but that never happened.
Compared to her wedge of a cock with it's rough skin, it felt extremely tender, but just like Mileena, it was a lot more chaotic, sometimes moving in an up and down wavelength pattern as if pushing the walls of his tunnel aside before stabbing forth for further conquest in his guts.
That's when her tongue found what she was looking for in his depths, and like it was a curled finger, her tongue pressed down on it; a flesh button that sent him forward with a quake from his body and breath. "Uh-huhhah..." Face off the wall, he was standing now on jelly like knees. Mileena had grabbed both his wrists before he could squirrel away. His voice spiked up and down as she made his knees quiver, and this time, his cum was a lot more messy, like he was pissing himself as he went from floppy limpness to semi-erect.
Removing her tongue nearly got him going again. He collapsed, staring at Mileena, who was now revelling in it, knees spread wide in a V, slathering her breasts with her own cum, her arms pushing them up, making them look even bigger as the pink lizard's tail went around lazy eight pattern, interlocking around her hanging flesh. Her chopped haircut was now frazzled, areas having fallen flatter than others, knotting and layering, somehow managing to look a little crazier than before.
But that playfulness came to a stop, her organ flying back into her mouth. She sniffed the air, her chin pressing to her shoulder. "Hrree!" She hissed. "We must go."
Feeling like he didn't even have half a brain, he just nodded, following her lead as she ushered him into the hole. On hands and knees, he looked up to his savior, remembering the first time he had entered this realm and his meeting with Sheeva & Kitana, before he made his way in. It wasn't long until Mileena was inside as well, securing their door.
There was a hush between them, expecting more than just a peep from outside.
Nothing.
Relief set in.
He got as comfortable as he could in there, his hand falling across his chest, his legs outstretched, and soon Mileena was there beside him, nuzzling her chin up against him, before pulling him into a sweaty and dirty hug.
Mine.
All mine.
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