❤ Making love to Mileena❤

After the meeting finally ended, the palace gradually grew quieter.

The long corridors of the fortress dimmed as torches burned lower in their iron sconces. The echoes of council and strategy faded into the stillness of the night.
I said goodnight first to Jade.

She stepped close without hesitation, already accustomed to the warmth between us. Her arms slipped around my shoulders, and she kissed my cheek softly before resting her forehead briefly against mine. The gesture was affectionate, natural. Something she had already begun to cherish during the quiet moments we managed to steal throughout the day.

“Sleep well,” she murmured tenderly.

“You too.”

Then came Kitana.

She approached more slowly, though not with the guarded distance she once kept. Over the past days, she had begun to welcome the tenderness between us; Perhaps even searching for it.

Her arms wrapped around me with a grace that felt both regal and intimate. When she kissed my cheek, she lingered just a moment longer than before.
In my arms, she had begun to find something she rarely allowed herself to feel. Safety and warmth…A quiet certainty.

And in her touch, I found the same.

Perhaps one day she would allow herself to fully embrace what Jade had already begun to accept… what Mileena herself might one day discover.

“Goodnight, Fenrir,” Kitana said softly.

“Goodnight, Kitana.”

They both disappeared down separate halls of the palace.

But as the silence returned, I felt something missing.

Mileena.

During the meeting, she had avoided me. Not openly, not in a way anyone else might notice. But I saw it in the way her eyes darted away whenever mine met hers. The way she kept a distance whenever she could.

And yet…There were moments. Glances, lingering looks when she thought I wasn't watching…The memory of that night between us still burned brightly in her mind.
Just as it did in mine.

Jade had noticed it too. When the meeting ended, she gave me a knowing smirk before leaving. “Don’t keep her waiting too long,” she had whispered teasingly.
That was all the encouragement I needed.

I began walking through the palace halls, searching. It didn’t take long. At the far end of one of the quiet corridors, I spotted her.

She stood outside her chamber door, a key poised in her hand as she stared down at the lock. The torchlight painted her figure in soft gold and shadow.
She looked… troubled. Lost in thought.

Her mind raced with doubts she could not silence; she had run away that night…Run from the warmth she had found in my arms.

And now those fears returned to haunt her.

She had known lovers before. Many of them had desired her body, her strength, her status, her wildness…the dangerous allure she carried.

But sooner or later, they all reacted the same way; They recoiled.

Or they looked at her with thinly veiled disgust when they finally saw her face.

The Tarkatan teeth, the monstrous features.

The reminder that she was not whole…Not truly Edenian.

Some had tried to hide their discomfort; others had not bothered…And Mileena had learned to harden herself against it.

Better to leave first than watch the revulsion appear.

Better to pretend it meant nothing.

But Fenrir…Fenrir had looked at her differently. Not with hunger alone for her body, but with care...With warmth. With a tenderness she had never experienced.

And that terrified her more than anything.

“You still hiding from me?” My voice broke her thoughts.

She nearly jumped, her head snapped toward me as I stepped from the shadows with a playful smile.

“I’m not that ugly, am I?” I added teasingly with a warm smile.

She tried to hold back the smile tugging at her lips… she failed; he had that effect on her.

“No,” she replied, her voice laced with playful defiance. “Quite the opposite.” She slid the key slowly into the lock. “I was going to sleep. You know… people do that around here.”

“Of course they do.” I stepped closer, slowly and deliberately with tender steps.“But Jade and Kitana went to bed almost half an hour ago.”

Colour touched her cheeks. “I was… taking a walk.”

“Alone?” I tilted my head slightly as I closed the final step between us. “You could have asked me to join you.”

“I know…” Her voice faltered. “…I wouldn’t have refused. But…”

“But?” I asked gently.

My hand rose slowly, brushing against her cheek.

She turned slightly, resting her back against the door behind her, but she did not push my hand away. If anything, she leaned into the touch.

“May I?” I asked softly, fingers brushing the ties of her veil.

Her eyes met mine. For a moment, uncertainty flickered there.

Then she whispered. “Yes.”

I lowered the veil gently. Her Tarkatan features were revealed beneath the torchlight, the sharp teeth, the fierce beauty she tried so hard to hide. My hand remained on her cheek, caressing her skin exactly as I had done before.

Her voice trembled slightly. “Why are you like this with me?”

Her eyes searched mine.

“You barely know me…”

“Because you deserve kindness,” I said simply. “You deserve to be treated like anyone else.”

My thumb brushed softly across her cheek.

“You are not a monster, Mileena.” Her breath caught.

“And you are beautiful.”

She looked away slightly, overwhelmed. “You should not say things like that,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because they are not true.”

“They are,” I answered genuinely.

Her hand slowly rose to cover mine. Her touch was cool at first, but warmed quickly against my skin. “You deserve someone better,” she murmured. “Someone like Kitana… or Jade.”

Her voice softened with vulnerability.

“They will be better queens than I could ever be.”

I gently lifted her chin.

“I don’t believe that.”

Our eyes locked again. The tension between us thickened, charged with something deeper than before.

“I know you don’t believe it either.”

My arm moved above her head, resting against the door behind her, not trapping her. But surrounding her, drawing her closer.

“You are beautiful, Mileena.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

“And I want you,” I said quietly.

The words were soft, but filled with unmistakable desire. “If you will allow me to be yours.”

Her breath quickened, and for a moment, she simply stared at me.

Then she whispered.

“I want you too.”

There was no hesitation now, no fear. Only longing.

She pulled me down into a kiss; this time, there was no uncertainty between us.

Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she pressed herself fully against me. The heat of her body radiated through the thin fabric of her clothes. My hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips as I pulled her closer.

The kiss deepened instantly; Hungry…demanding. Days of tension and restrained desire poured into that single moment.

Her fingers tangled into my hair as she tilted her head, allowing the kiss to grow deeper, more ****…She wanted this, needed it.

My hands roamed over the curves of her body, tracing the shape of her waist before sliding lower to her hips and resting on her cheeks, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Her own hands moved across my chest, exploring the firm lines of muscle beneath my clothes. Her touch lingered over my torso, her fingers pressing slightly as if savouring the sensation.

“Fenrir…” she murmured breathlessly against my lips.

Her body pressed closer, eager for the warmth she had denied herself for too long. She had spent years convincing herself that no one could truly want her.

And yet here I was, holding her…Kissing her with hunger and passion. Looking at her with the same desire I had shown Kitana and Jade, perhaps even more.
When the kiss finally broke, we both struggled for breath.

Our foreheads rested together.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered again.

Her eyes shimmered with emotion.

“You are perfect…” she murmured.

Her voice dropped into a low, sultry purr. “You are so beautiful, Fenrir.”

Her hands slid slowly down my chest again, lingering there as she gazed up at me with heated desire.

The warmth between us had become something far stronger than simple attraction.

It was a spark, a beginning.

And tonight… neither of us intended to walk away from it again.

She smiled against my lips, clearly aroused by the closeness between us. Without breaking the kiss, she reached behind her and pushed the door open, the wood swinging inward quietly as she stepped back into the room.

The moment we crossed the threshold, the energy between us only deepened; Our lips never fully parted.

My coat was the first casualty. Mileena’s hands moved quickly and confidently over my shoulders, tugging the garment loose and letting it fall somewhere behind us without a second thought. The playful urgency in her movements made me laugh softly into the kiss.

We continue making out inside, she opened the buttons and removed my shirt as I lifted her with my arms…grabbing her by her rear with passion and love. She chuckled softly at my playful touch over her body, but she welcomed it gladly as we continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies with passion.

“So impatient,” I murmured against her lips.

“And you’re surprised?” she whispered back, her voice warm and teasing. She laughed, the sound soft and delighted as her legs instinctively wrapped around my hips.

“Careful,” she said with a breathy chuckle, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I held her. “Someone might think you’re eager.”

“Only a little,” I replied, smiling up at her.

My hands slid lower, settling firmly on her perfectly rounded cheeks; then a little further still, squeezing playfully as I carried her toward the bed.
She gave a surprised little laugh at the boldness of it.

“Oh, someone’s bold tonight,” she said, her voice thick with amusement and growing desire, playfully teasing, knowing she started it.

“You’re the one who opened the door, Mili.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to grab me like that.” She grinned, caressing the back of my head.

“…You didn’t seem to mind.”

She bit her lower lip, trying, and failing, to hide the pleased expression spreading across her face. “Maybe I didn’t.”

A second later, we tumbled together onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath us as I landed above her. The movement sent another breathless laugh from her lips, her arms quickly slipping back around my neck. My shirt and coat were already lying on the ground as I lay bare-chested on top of her with only my dark pants on.
For a moment, we simply looked at one another. Closer than ever, breathing the same air. Her soft hands caressing my toned and battle-scarred chest aroused me.
Then she pulled me down again, capturing my mouth with hers.

The kiss was slower this time, deeper. Less frantic than before, but somehow even more intimate. Her fingers traced along the back of my neck while my hands settled at her waist, thumbs brushing gently against her sides.

“You taste so good, Mili…” I murmured warmly when our lips parted for a breath.

The nickname made her pause, a blush crept across her cheeks, and she bit her lip in that shy, almost **** way that contrasted so sharply with the fierce warrior she usually was.

“You like that?” I asked softly.

“…Maybe.”

She looked away for half a second, then back at me again. “Actually,” she admitted, voice dropping into a low and aroused purr, “I like it a lot.”

Her fingers traced along my jaw as she studied my face.

“Say it again.”

I chuckled.

“Mili.”

Her eyes fluttered slightly at the sound. “That’s unfair,” she murmured.

“What is?”

“The way you say it.” Her thumb brushed lightly across my lower lip playfully and lovingly. “It makes my stomach do strange things.”

“Oh?” I leaned closer, our foreheads touching again. “Strange good things, I hope.”

“Very good things.” She said in a sultry tone. She pulled me back down into another kiss, slower this time, savouring it. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest, exploring the firm lines of muscle of my body as I did on hers.

I watched her reaction carefully.

The curiosity in her touch, the growing and aroused confidence. She was letting herself enjoy this…Letting herself believe it was real.

“You know,” I murmured near her ear, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you again.”

She gave a quiet laugh.

“You hid it well.”

“I tried.”

“You failed,” she said with a grin. Her lips brushed along my jaw, trailing soft kisses toward my neck. “You looked at me like a starving man looks at food.”
“That obvious?”

“Mmm.” Her breath tickled my skin as she whispered, “Very.” A small shiver ran down my spine as she pressed another kiss just below my ear.

“Careful,” I warned playfully, but my hands raised her leg slightly, squeezing one of her cheeks possessively. “You’re starting to sound dangerous.”

“I am dangerous,” she murmured with quiet pride. “I thought that was part of my charm.”

“Oh, it definitely is.”

She leaned back slightly, studying my face again with that heated gaze.

“So, tell me something, Fenrir.”

“What?”

“How exactly did you manage to make me want you this much?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me?”

“Yes.”

“That seems unfair.”

“Humour me.” She jested with a flirting grin, adoring the warm touch of my hands along her body and hips.

I pretended to think about it.

“Well… maybe it’s because you’re beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes. “That answer doesn’t count.”

“Alright,” I said with a small smile. “Maybe it’s because you’re fascinating. Strong, sexy…a little dangerous.”

She tilted her head.

“And?”

“And you have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Her expression softened slightly.

“And maybe,” I added quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “because when you look at me… You stop pretending to be someone else.”

Her breath caught faintly.

For a moment, she didn’t speak, then she leaned up again, her lips grazing my neck this time.

“Well,” she murmured, returning my earlier teasing tone, “those are good answers.”

Her kisses moved slowly along my skin, each one deliberate enough to make my breath hitch slightly.

“But you missed a few things.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yes.” Her voice dropped into a playful, sultry whisper near my ear.

“You’re a good listener, a very sweet talker, and there’s something about you…” Her fingers slid lightly across my chest again. “…something mysterious that I find extremely attractive.”

I laughed softly. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“And you’re very handsome, Fenrir.”

She leaned closer, her lips barely brushing mine as she finished the thought.” So handsome, in fact… that I think I might want to taste you every day from now on.”
I stared at her for a moment, amused and slightly impressed. “That’s quite the promise.”

“Who said it was a promise?” She smirked. “Maybe it’s a threat.”

“Well,” I said, pulling her a little closer beneath me, “in that case… I suppose I’ll just have to make sure you never regret it.”

Her answering smile was warm, bold, and filled with anticipation as she pulled me down into another long, lingering kiss.

I broke the kiss after several long, lingering seconds, our breaths warm and mingling between us.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other. Her eyes were dark with desire, yet still soft with the affection that had grown between us. Mine lingered on her face, memorising every little reaction; The way she bit her lip, the faint flush spreading across her cheeks.

“Mili…” I murmured, brushing a thumb along her jaw. “Do you want to see me?”

She knew exactly what I meant.

The realisation made her blush deeper, but the heat in her gaze didn’t fade. If anything, it intensified. She bit her lower lip again, that familiar gesture she seemed unable to stop when she was aroused.

“Yes…” she whispered. Then her voice softened, need slipping into it. “Please…I want to see you.”

Her hand slowly slid down my abdomen until it reached the bulge pressing against my trousers. Her fingers curled around it gently, stroking through the fabric with curious, eager pressure.

The contact made my breath hitch. “Well… that’s encouraging,” I murmured with a crooked smile.

She gave a quiet, mischievous laugh. “You asked.”

I shifted upright slightly, still kneeling on the bed above her. My fingers moved to the drawstrings of my trousers, loosening them slowly.

Mileena watched every movement; Her breathing grew heavier with anticipation.

I took my time lowering the fabric, teasing the moment as the cloth slid down my hips. When both my trousers and underwear dropped away, my erection sprang free; Hard, flushed and unmistakably eager.

Mileena’s eyes widened. She bit her lower lip as usual, a tick she seemed to have when aroused. She loved the sight of it, so big and lengthy, but not scary, just very appetising. It made her even more horny knowing she caused that reaction from him, that it was a genuine and loving attraction for her. And that only made her love him more.

For a heartbeat, she simply stared; Then she bit her lip again, a soft, delighted hum leaving her throat.

“Well…” she murmured. “That’s… impressive.”

The admiration in her voice wasn’t shy or hesitant. It was honest and appreciative.

She shifted up onto her knees in front of me, her fingers gliding slowly across my torso first, tracing the firm lines of muscle across my stomach and chest. The gentle exploration sent little sparks along my skin.

Then her hand lowered. Her fingers wrapped around my length carefully, almost reverently at first. She stroked slowly, testing the weight and warmth of it.

“Fenrir…” she breathed. Her eyes lifted to mine, dark with fascination. “Gods, you really are beautiful.”

Her hand moved again, firmer now, stroking in a slow, steady rhythm.

“And you have such a nice cock.”

I laughed softly under my breath, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips.

“It’s all yours, Mili,” I murmured between kisses. “You’re the one who made me feel this way.”

That statement clearly pleased her. Her smile grew wider as she continued stroking me, her grip tightening slightly each time her hand slid upward. She watched my reactions with open satisfaction.

“I like hearing that,” she said. Her voice dropped lower. “A lot.”

Her touch became more confident with every stroke.

She liked the effect she was having.

“Mili…” I said softly after a moment, lifting her chin so our eyes met again. “I want to see you too.”

Her gaze held mine for a few seconds; Then she nodded slowly.

“If that’s what you want…” She pulled away from me, kneeling upright on the bed. For a moment, she simply let me look at her, the playful smile still tugging at her lips while she continued stroking me lazily. “You might regret asking,” she teased.

“I doubt it.”

She laughed quietly.

“We’ll see.”

Her hands moved to her abdomen, unfastening the pieces of her outfit one by one. The armour-like accessories came off first, set aside carelessly as she slowly peeled the top garment upward.

The fabric slid over her head and dropped away; she was bare from the waist up now.

The torchlight from the room caught the smooth curves of her body; Her athletic frame, the elegant lines of muscle along her stomach and shoulders. Her breasts were full and firm, rising and falling with each slow breath.

My cock twitched immediately.

Mileena noticed; a satisfied little grin spread across her face. “Oh,” she murmured. “You like that, do you?”

I didn’t even try to hide the reaction.

“You’re incredible.”

Her smile widened.

“Good.” She turned slowly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her back as well. The muscles along her spine flexed subtly as she shifted her hips, the curve of her ass accentuated by the tight leather of her pants.

She glanced over her shoulder at me with a sultry grin. “Still watching?”

“Very much.”

“Good.” She arched her back slightly, lifting her hips before beginning to slide the pants downward. The motion was slow and deliberate.

First, the top of her hips appeared. Then the smooth curve of her butt was revealed inch by inch.

She paused halfway just to tease me. “Hmm,” she purred. “You like the view, Fenrir?”

My silence was answer enough, she laughed softly.

“You’re adorable when you blush, you know that?”

With one last slow movement, she pushed the pants down completely, kicking them aside.

When she turned back around and leaned onto the bed again, spreading her legs slightly, the sight between them made my breath catch. Her pussy was already slick with arousal, glistening in the soft light.

She watched my reaction carefully. “Well?” she asked.

“…Wow,” I managed.

She chuckled at my stunned expression.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It absolutely is.”

“You’re so easy to impress.”

“You make it easy.”

Her expression softened at that.

“Good,” she said quietly, a genuine softness in her tone. “I’m glad you like it.”

I moved forward again, climbing back over her body. “You’re perfect, Mili,” I murmured, gently guiding her legs further apart.

She shivered slightly when my face lowered toward her centre.

“Oh…” she whispered.

Her hands slid into my hair as I pressed a soft kiss against her inner thigh first.

Then another…Then, finally, my mouth reached her warmth.

My tongue parted her folds slowly, tasting the warm slickness there.

Mileena gasped, her back arched slightly beneath me.

“Oh gods—”

Her fingers tightened in my hair instinctively as my tongue moved again, slow and deliberate. “That’s it…” she breathed, trying and failing to keep quiet. “You’re really good at that…”

I hummed softly against her, the vibration making her hips jerk.

“You taste amazing, Mili,” I murmured before lowering my mouth again.

Her moans only grew louder. She bit down on her finger, trying to muffle them as my tongue worked between her folds, circling her clit before sliding lower and back again.

The sounds filling the room became wetter, slicker. Her body trembled beneath me.

“Fenrir… gods…” Her head rolled back against the pillows. “That feels so good…”

Her breathing grew ragged as the pressure built quickly inside her. She had been teased tight with tension already… one that came from our growing passion and my tender and passionate touch.

And now it was unravelling. “Yes… please… keep going…” she gasped.

I slipped two fingers inside her while my mouth continued working her clit, curling them slowly.

Her body jolted. “Oh—Yes!!” Her hips began moving against my face, chasing the sensation. “You’re going to make me—”

She broke off with a sharp cry of release. The climax hit her suddenly and powerfully. “Yes—YES! YEESS!!”

Her body shook violently as she came, her thighs tightening around my head while waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Her voice broke into breathless moans as the orgasm rippled through her again and again, making her hips convulse and shiver in pleasure.

When it finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

I lifted my head, wiping my mouth lightly. But instead of lingering there, I immediately leaned forward and kissed her deeply. And normal action for me, but for Mileena, it felt as though it was a powerful statement from my part…one of love and tenderness. And she was right.

She tasted herself on my lips and moaned softly into the kiss, her arms wrapping around me again as she pulled me close.

The kiss was hungry, Affectionate. Full of the same warmth and desire that had ignited between us from the beginning.

When it broke, she looked up at me with dazed, glowing eyes.

“You…” she breathed. “You are dangerously good at that.”

I smiled down at her. “Good,” I said softly. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

She giggled softly, the sound warm and breathless as she rested above me. “I love the sound of that,” she murmured.

Her tongue slid across her lips slowly, savouring the lingering taste of our kiss. The playful spark in her eyes returned almost immediately.

“But…” she added, tilting her head with a mischievous smile, “I think it’s my turn to return the favour.”

Before I could answer, she gave my chest a gentle push, guiding me back onto the mattress.

“Mili—” I laughed as I fell onto the bed.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she moved toward me on all fours, slow and deliberate, like a huntress savouring every step of the approach. Her back arched slightly as she crawled closer, the graceful sway of her hips impossible to ignore.

“Mili,” I repeated with a grin, watching her.

“Oh no,” she replied, raising a finger.

When she reached me, she placed that finger lightly against my lips.

“Quiet now.”

Her tone was playful, but the command carried a teasing authority.

She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before whispering against my mouth.

“I’m going to take care of you now, Fenrir.”

The way she said it made my smile widen. She lowered herself slowly, her movements unhurried, almost reverent. Soft kisses followed down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower along my chest. Her lips brushed over my skin in lingering, affectionate touches.

“You know,” she murmured between kisses, “you have the body of a god.” Her fingers traced the muscles of my stomach as she spoke, admiring the lines of my torso.

“You are ridiculously handsome.”

“You’re not exactly lacking in that department either, mi—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted gently. Her eyes lifted to mine with a playful glimmer. “I’m not finished yet.”

She resumed her slow exploration, her lips pressing light kisses across my stomach while her fingertips glided along my sides.

“You’re always so good to me,” she continued quietly. “So patient… so kind.”

Her voice softened.

“It only feels fair that I show you how handsome you are to me.”

Her hands rested briefly against my chest as she leaned down again, her dark hair brushing across my skin. “You not only have a beautiful body, Fenrir,” she went on, her tone sincere now. “But your voice… the way you speak…” She smiled faintly. “It makes me feel safe.”

Her lips brushed my skin again.

“And sometimes it just makes me want to kiss you even more.”

I exhaled slowly, enjoying the warmth of her attention.

Her gaze drifted lower. “Well…” she added with a playful little chuckle, “and then there’s this.” Her hand closed around my erection again, stroking slowly as she admired the effect she had on me.

“It’s so big… and hard.” She swayed her wrist slightly, teasing. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.”

My breath hitched at the sultry tone in her voice. She noticed immediately; a pleased smile tugged at her lips.

“Hm,” she hummed. “Fenrir… may I?”

She leaned closer, her voice turning soft and teasing.

“It looks very appetising.”

“Gods…” I muttered, half-laughing, half-groaning. “Please, Mili.”

Her grin widened. “A little taste never hurt anyone,” she said.

The playful energy between us made her laugh again, clearly enjoying the moment as much as the closeness. She leaned forward and brushed her lips along my cock in a slow, deliberate motion before pulling back slightly, watching my reaction. She giggled, lowering her left hand to her wet pussy, touching herself slowly in rhythm with the scene, while her right hand continued to stroke me. She gave my cock soft, loving, quick kisses.

My arm came up to cover my eyes as I groaned. “Fuck…”

She giggled again. “You taste amazing,” she murmured warmly.

Then she paused; The word that came next carried a different tone.

“…babe.”

The affectionate nickname slipped out naturally, almost possessively.

I felt a shiver run through me, she noticed.

Her eyes brightened with amusement. “Oh,” she said softly. “You liked that.” She tilted her head.

“You liked that a lot, didn’t you… babe?”

Her voice dropped into a velvet whisper. She traced gentle circles along my toned stomach while speaking again, her expression thoughtful but playful.

“You know… I think where you come from has a word for this.” She tapped her finger against her lips dramatically, pretending to think. “…For when two people decide they belong to each other.”

She glanced up at me. “…Girlfriend.”

The word left her mouth with deliberate slowness; My reaction made her laugh.

“I thought so.”

She leaned closer again, her face hovering just above mine. My hands instinctively moved to her hips, squeezing the soft curves there. She responded by shifting closer into my touch, clearly enjoying it.

“Then that must make you my boyfriend,” she whispered, brushing her lips against mine.

The kiss was soft and warm. When it ended, she looked down at me with a radiant smile.

“Am I right?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I’d love that.” Her grin widened.

She swayed slightly in my hands, clearly enjoying the way I held her.

“I like the sound of that, too.”

Her fingers traced along my chest again, slower this time. “My emperor… and my boyfriend.” The words made her blush faintly, but she didn’t hide the smile.
“You’re enjoying my body just as much as I’m enjoying yours.” She said, swaying her butt slowly, loving how I squeezed and caressed it tenderly and possessively like she did my cock. She moaned at the touch and continued.

She leaned closer again, her voice lowering into a teasing murmur. “And girlfriends are supposed to take very good care of their boyfriends… aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice rough.

She laughed softly.

“Good answer.”

And with that, she lowered her lips on my cock, taking me deeply and lovingly. Blowing and sucking my cock up and down in need and passion.

“Fuck Mili… just like that. FUCK!” I moaned in genuine reaction.

She chuckled, taking me deeper and deeper, gagging on it, then switching to sweet, soft and slow licks. She pulled out, continuing to stroke it hard with need and speed “You taste incredible, Fenrir.” She moaned, gasping in between breaths, “Your cock is so perfect, I can take it so easily, it tastes like nectar.” She moaned, returning to her loving and horny blowjob.

“God… yes, keep talking like that, Mili, you are so good at this.” Her lips were heavenly. I was afraid her tarkatan teeth would harm me, but instead, they never touched my skin. Yet the thrill of it only made it hotter. And her blowjob was perfect…she was incredible. Tender and loving yet hot and sensual with each suck and time she went up and down.

“You like my lips around your Big. Fat. Cock, babe?” She dirty-talked perfectly in detail, making us both shiver.

“Yes, you are amazing! FUCKKK!” I moaned, feeling my climax approaching. She pulled her lips out; she didn’t want this night to finish like this.
But after a moment, she paused again, rising just enough to meet my gaze.

Her expression had shifted; The playful teasing softened into something deeper.

She crawled back up the bed until she was face-to-face with me again, her hands gently cupping my cheeks.

“Fenrir…” Her voice was quiet now. She kissed me slowly, lingering against my lips before whispering the words.

“I want you.”

She was close enough that their breaths mixed again. “Fenrir… I want you,” she whispered, brushing her forehead against mine as she kissed me softly. Her hands lingered along my jaw, her thumb tracing the edge of my cheek with quiet affection. “I want you inside me, love.”

The last word carried a weight that went beyond desire.

It wasn’t just passion, it was choice…It was an unspoken trust.

And the certainty in her eyes made my chest tighten in the best possible way.

“I want you too, Mili,” I replied softly.

My hands came up to cradle her face. She leaned into the touch immediately, biting her lower lip in that familiar way that made my heart race.

She slowly lowered herself back onto the mattress, her dark hair spilling across the pillows. Her legs spread as she shifted beneath me, inviting me closer, her gaze never leaving mine. Already dripping wet from her earlier climax a few minutes ago.

There was anticipation in her expression. But more than that, there was warmth. A quiet happiness.

She reached down and guided my hips closer, her fingers brushing along my waist as she pulled me toward her.

“Come here,” she murmured.

I moved with her, letting our bodies align. When I settled between her legs, she exhaled softly, her hands sliding up along my arms before resting against my shoulders.

“Gods…” she whispered, half laughing, half sighing as she felt the closeness between us.

Her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closing for a moment as she breathed in slowly.

I placed my cock on top of her entrance, rubbing myself on her as she bit her lower lip and moaned, feeling how slick and wet it was. How ready he and she were for each other. “Please, babe…fuck me. I need that cock inside me so bad.” She begged.

I kissed her before answering. It was slow and deep, the kind of kiss that carried everything we’d been building all night; the teasing, the laughter, the heat and the quiet affection underneath it all.

“And I will give you just that, Mili,” I said tenderly, entering her slowly yet deeply, making sure she adapted to my size and length. We kissed each other passionately, moaning from the raw and strong first sensation of entering one another.

When we finally moved together, the sensation made both of us gasp softly.

She clutched at my shoulders, her fingers tightening as the moment settled in.

“You…” she breathed, letting out a soft laugh of disbelief. “You fit so easily, Fen…”

The nickname slipped out naturally.

I raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Fen?”

She blinked, realising what she’d said. Then she laughed too. “Well… yes,” she admitted, slightly embarrassed but clearly pleased with herself.

“I like it.”

“So do I.” She said with a blush and loving smile.

Our foreheads rested together for a moment as I began moving slowly, giving us both time to settle into the rhythm.

Mileena’s arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she sighed softly.

“I love you,” she said suddenly. The words were quiet, but they were certain.

Her eyes met mine with the same unguarded tenderness she had shown the first time she removed her mask in front of me.

“I love you too, Mili,” I replied immediately. My hand brushed her cheek as I spoke, the same gentle gesture I’d given her that night.

Her smile softened. Then her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer as the pace between us slowly built.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmured breathlessly, her voice growing warmer as the moment deepened. “I want all of you. Fuck me.” She begged, aroused and in love.

She had made her decision. The elder gods may have made us both partners in the crown, but we made our love together.

I laughed softly. “That can be arranged.”

Her answering laugh was bright and playful, even as the closeness between us grew more intense. The rhythm between us became stronger, more confident, each movement drawing soft gasps and quiet laughter from her lips.

I began to fuck her good, pushing myself deeper and faster with each pump, pounding into her in missionary.

She moaned more and more by the second, filling my cock with her wet and slick juices.

“Fuck! Yes love! Fuck me! Please!” She moaned, wanting more and more.

“Gods…” she whispered at one point, her head falling back against the pillow again. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Her fingers traced down my back, nails grazing lightly along my skin.

“You’re incredible,” she added breathlessly.

“You’re not making this any easier for me,” I managed with a half-laugh between each deep and arousing pump.

“That’s the point,” she teased.

Her arms wrapped around me again, pulling me closer until there was almost no space between us. The warmth of her body, the way she moved with me, the soft sounds of her voice, it all blurred together until the world outside the room felt very far away.

I moaned in heat from the passionate lovemaking. I was already on the edge; her warmth and perfect pussy were not helping in the slightest “Fuck! Mili, you are so perfect. You are going to make me cum so hard!”

She moaned hard, feeling her second climax approaching this time even harder than the first from the hard, passionate and loving lovemaking we were having. “Me too! Oh fuck… I’m going to cum so hard all over your cock, Fen!” she moaned, scratching my back with her nails and holding me tighter with her legs.

“Should I pull out?!” I managed to ask, just about to explode, trying my best to hold back.

“No!! Please... Fill me up.” She moaned with conviction. She lifted my face gently, guiding my gaze back to hers. “Please, make me yours,” she whispered. It didn’t come from the high sensations they were experiencing…but from love and passion.

The moment felt deeper than the passion alone.

It was a promise of a bond forming between them.

I nodded, giving her a final, deep and lasting kiss that she returned fully as I began to unload wave after wave of cum inside her wet pussy.

She moaned in between the kiss as she came harder than before, feeling my warmth filling her up. We stood there for a few moments, then I pulled out. The perfect and warm mix of juices leaked out of her in a beautiful and sensual look that could make any lover blush.

When the intensity finally crested, she clung to me tightly, her breath catching as the wave of feeling passed through both of us.

For a few seconds, neither of us moved. We simply stayed there, holding each other while our breathing slowly returned to normal.

Eventually, I rolled onto my side beside her, laughing softly as I tried to catch my breath.

“Wow…” I rubbed my face with one hand, still grinning like an idiot.

“You, okay?” I asked, turning toward her. “Mili?”

There was no answer.

I blinked. Then I noticed the peaceful look on her face. She had fallen asleep almost instantly, her lips curved into a soft, content smile.

I couldn’t help chuckling. “That intense, huh?”

Carefully, I pulled her closer, letting her rest against my chest. Her arm draped across me automatically, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

Her warmth settled comfortably against me. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She stirred slightly, the faintest smile growing on her lips even in her sleep.

“Good night, gorgeous,” I murmured.

Moments later, with her breathing steady against my chest, sleep finally claimed me, too.