Mk9 oneshot: Mileena X human Smoke

for DarkAssassin15

I tilt my head, eyeing the silver-haired Earthrealm ninja, 'Smoke'. It is the second meeting of Shao Kahn's new Mortal Kombat tournament; the first such round of contests that I have witnessed. The first match which I have seen was between the soul-construct Ermac and Smoke; Ermac won and is now fighting Johnny Cage, Smoke is resting outside the Coliseum and letting his kombat healing-factor rejuvenate him. Intrigued, I have snuck out to visit him.

I step out from behind a pillar, hands coyly clasped behind my back, "Hello."

Smoke turns sharply, sees me, then says in surprise, "I saw you on the beach... You are not Kitana. Who are you?"

"I'm compli-mented that you recognize me." I giggle with one hand coquettishly to the front of my mask as I saunter forward, "It was so very... noble of you to fight Jade for me."

"Who are you?" he asks again, cautiously rising to stand facing me.

"I'm Mileena, daughter of Shao Kahn." I purr, stopping in front of him and saying innocently, "You don't need to be *afraid* of a harmless little girl like me."

"I doubt that you are harmless." Smoke shifts warily, then says dryly as he meets my golden, snake-like eyes, "But come to think of it, I do now see the family resemblance."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snap, irritated. I eye him and flirt, smiling, "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

He looks me up and down for a moment, to my delight. "Well, yes. You are beautiful." Smoke admits.

"Ohh!" I giggle and blush, then eye him again and lean forward, "...I think you're pretty too."

The Lin Kuei kombatant blinks, caught off guard. "What?"

I saunter closer to him, purring and reaching out, "I *like* you. My sense of... honor says I simply must *thank* you for saving my life."

His voice uncertain, he says, "I am not sure that-" his eyes widen as he looks down at where my silk-gloved hand is suddenly resting high up on his muscular thigh, "Uh..."

Grinning, I theatrically put my other hand on my cheek and tilt my head as I say in a sing-song voice, "My *hero*."

"I... ah." Smoke seems to be at a loss for words as my hand strokes up the black fabric of his pants. I watch him close his eyes and take a deep, slow breath as my hand pushes aside his armor and caresses over his cock, through his clothing. He is becoming aroused by my touch. I had guessed that the adrenaline and danger of fighting in kombat aroused him and, luckily, I apparently arrived before the rush of his battle in the Coliseum had faded. Life as a Lin Kuei assassin probably leaves little opportunity to indulge his lust, which I intend to help him with. The silver-haired kombatant gasps as I playfully curl my hand around his hardening shaft and stroke my fingers over his tip.

I take one of his hands and guide it to my breasts, so he can feel my erect nipples even through the thick fabric of my scant clothing. Smoke opens his eyes and slips his fingers under the black leather edge that barely covers me and lifts his other hand to feel me as well. Feeling his warm, bare hands on my sensitive skin, I arch my back with a moan and press my large, round tits into his hands; beneath his armor, I continue to play with him, enjoying his growing arousal.

Suddenly, Smoke reaches down and unclasps his pants, reaching around to lift me up by my toned thighs. I squeal in delight, eagerly pulling his erection out and pushing aside the wet band of my clothing that separates us.

Bending his knees to balance, Smoke smoothly lifts me with his powerful arms to straddle him and lowers me onto his cock, letting my weight drive him into me deeply as he groans. Grey wisps of smoke seem to emanate from his skin. I cry out in pleasure, wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me.

Looking him in the eye, I feel a thrill to see the fire of his lust for me and I giggle in desire, twining my fingers in his loose hair. I tense my stomach muscles, squeezing in on him; he groans at the feeling and shifts so his hands are on my ass. My breasts are pressed against the warm metallic armor on his chest, my clothing having been pushed apart to bare my skin against him. One of his fingers is pressed against my sensitive asshole and Smoke lifts me up and down quickly, sliding in and out of my hot, wet pussy.

I pull his hair and scratch the back of his shoulders as short, sharp moans of pleasure are torn from my throat; Smoke lifts his free hand to the back of my head, staring into my eyes intensely as he fucks me quickly and deeply. Pleasure rises almost unbearably in my body and I cum hard, my muscles spasming around him as my juices run down his hand that supports me between my legs.

"Mileena." Smoke breaths my name in rapture, tilting his head back slightly. Turning, he presses my back against the stone exterior wall of the Outworld Coliseum so he can thrust even more deeply. He sees that I am going to orgasm again and puts one hand, soaked with my sweet cum, over my mouth to muffle me as I scream out and lean my head back against the wall. I appreciate it; I don't want the contestants at the Mortal Kombat to hear us.

The Lin Kuei assassin begins to breathe harder and the fire in his grey eyes flares as he looks into mine. Lustfully, I breathe, "I want you to cum inside of me."

"I... can't." he says heavily, although he does not slow his thrusts.

"There is no reason to worry." I moan, truthfully, then I lean forward and whisper passionately in his ear, "I want to *feel* you cum inside me, Smoke."

"As you wish." he wraps his muscular arms around me, unable to resist; his body becomes tense and he groans as he cums, leaning his head against me so I can feel his gasps of pleasure on my neck. I cry out again too, feeling his cum shooting hard against my G-spot. We rest for just a couple seconds against the column, before Smoke quickly recovers and gently puts me down as his hot semen runs down my legs.

"We have to go back," he says, concerned that somebody has noticed us missing. He looks me in the eye again, "And not speak of this."

I wipe the cum off of my legs and readjust my clothing. I look up at him and smile innocently, "But of course, my dearest Smoke. *Whatever* would daddy say if he found out?"

The Earthrealm kombatant raises his eyebrows and hesitates as he brushes back his silver hair with his hands. It probably just now occurs to him that he just fucked the daughter of Shao Kahn, dread Emperor of Outworld and Konqueror of Realms. He glances at me and sees that I'm serious. Without saying anything else, he leaves, jogging through one of the entrances to the Coliseum.

I grin and saunter back to my place with the other Outworlders.