❤Making love to Kitana ❤

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Chapter 14: A night with a queen.

Fenrir climbed the stairs in measured silence, the weight of the night settling over him like a mantle.

What had begun as suspicion and dread had slowly, unexpectedly, shifted into something else. Not comfort, not yet, but a fragile sense of peace. Kotal had seen too much, asked too sharply, and still chosen not to turn on him. That alone was no small thing. The Osh-Tekk emperor had not merely stumbled upon the secret buried in Fenrir's blood; he had chosen to hold it without fear, to weigh it like a blade and decide it might yet serve a purpose greater than panic.

That did not mean Fenrir felt easy.

It meant only that for the first time in a long while, he felt less alone carrying the burden.

Kotal’s loyalty to the United Crown of Outworld and Edenia mattered even more. A pledge from a ruler like him was not made lightly. If he stood with them, then perhaps the vision Fenrir had dared to imagine, the rebuilding of a world long shaped by conquest, brutality, and inherited hatred, was not a fool’s dream after all. Perhaps it was something real. Something was waiting just beyond the horizon, if only they survived long enough to reach it.

But there was still the matter of the Shokan.

Sheeva remained the question mark in the middle of a battlefield. Baraka had bent toward alliance. Kotal had done the same. If the Shokan could be brought to trust him as well, then the fractured strength of Outworld might yet become something formidable: a unified front, a future.

By the time he reached the corridor leading to his chamber, the castle had quieted into the kind of stillness only night could bring. Moonlight spilt through tall windows in cool ribbons of blue, washing the stone walls and polished floors in a pale, dreamlike glow. The darkness did not feel empty here. It felt alive, breathing softly through the corridors, carrying the faint scent of stone, wax, and distant incense.

At the chamber door, Reptile stepped out of the shadows as if the walls themselves had exhaled him.

He bowed immediately; one hand pressed over his chest. “Emperor.”

Fenrir's expression softened at once. “Syzoth.”

The Zaterran rose with visible relief, his posture still respectful but less rigid now that he knew Fenrir was unharmed. “It is good to see you returned safely.”

“It is good to see you still keeping watch,” Fenrir replied, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Though I had hoped you might have taken some rest by now.”

Syzoth’s eyes flicked briefly toward the door behind Fenrir, then back to him. “I have been ensuring the queen’s safety. Though, truthfully, I do not imagine either of you requires much protection.”

A chuckle left Fenrir. “Even so, I appreciate it.”

He glanced over Syzoth’s shoulder, noting the faint looseness in his stance, the slight delay in his breathing. “You look tired.”

Syzoth blinked, a little caught. “I am functioning adequately.”

“That is not what I asked.”

The Zaterran’s mouth twitched, almost a smile. Fenrir suspected Erron’s so-called whiskey had made the lizard-man a little less steady than he realised. Still, Syzoth was holding himself together well enough.

“Go and rest,” Fenrir said, gentler now. “I need you sharp for tomorrow’s journey back home.”

Syzoth looked genuinely surprised by the order, as though he had expected a command and instead been given care. Then he bowed again, deeper this time. “As you wish, Emperor.”

Fenrir gave him a nod of dismissal, and Reptile melted away down the corridor with quiet, controlled steps, disappearing into the guest wing beyond.
Only then did Fenrir let himself exhale.

He had one desire left for the night: to rest, to breathe, and to spend a few calm moments with Kitana before sleep took him.

He opened the door. And the sight before him made him stop.

Kitana was lying sideways on the bed, bathed in moonlight, her silhouette softened by the silver-blue glow that poured through the window behind her. The room itself had been transformed by the night. Black shadows clung to the corners, while the moon cast pale highlights over the bedding, the stone floor, and the elegant lines of her figure. There was something almost ceremonial about it, as though the entire chamber had been arranged for her presence alone.

She wore a pale, translucent nightgown that shimmered faintly whenever she moved, the fabric delicate enough to suggest rather than conceal. Moonlight traced the curves of her form with quiet reverence, lending her a presence that was at once intimate and untouchable. She looked less like a woman resting and more like some moon-born queen from an old story, too beautiful to be entirely real.

Kitana lifted her gaze when she sensed him enter.

Her expression changed instantly.

“Fenrir.”

The warmth in her voice caught him by surprise.

She was on her feet in a heartbeat, crossing the room before he had fully closed the door. Her arms slid around his neck with a tenderness that was almost startling in its sincerity. Fenrir found himself taking a half-step back at the sudden **** of her embrace, but only because he had not expected it. There was no hesitation in her touch. No restraint. Only warmth, relief, and something softer, deeper, and far more **** than she usually allowed anyone to see.

For a brief moment, Fenrir simply held her.

Kitana had always been more reserved with him than Jade or Mileena. Not cold, exactly. Never truly cold, but guarded, measured and controlled. Even as their connection deepened, there had remained a distance between them, a border of formality she rarely crossed without purpose.

Not tonight. Tonight, she held him as if she had been waiting.

Fenrir's arms slid around her waist in answer, the gesture instinctive. “I thought you were asleep.”

Kitana drew back only enough to look at him, her eyes bright in the moonlight. “I was nearly there.” Her lips quirked into a smile that carried a trace of mischief. “Then you vanished for nearly two hours.”

Fenrir frowned faintly. “Two hours?”

She gave his chest a light, playful tap with one finger. “Do not pretend you were gone only a moment. You are fortunate I am patient.”

He let out a soft laugh, touched by the accusation far more than he let show. “Fortunate, am I?”

Kitana’s arms loosened, but she did not step away. Instead, she let her hands settle lightly against his chest as he drew nearer. “You are,” she said, her tone smooth and quiet. Then, with that same controlled elegance of hers, she added, “Though your attempts at flattery will not spare you from questions.”

Fenrir's smile softened. “Questions?”

She arched a brow. “Fenrir, you disappeared into Kotal’s private chambers below and returned wearing the face of a man who has seen ghosts. You will forgive me if I am curious.”

He could not help the chuckle that escaped him. He liked this version of Kitana. The one who cut through concern with wit, who asked with grace rather than suspicion, but still asked. Her presence, especially in moments like this, made the room feel less like a lonely chamber and more like a place where he might actually breathe.

He guided her back toward the bed, one hand resting lightly at her side. “Then sit with me, and I will tell you what I can.”

Kitana’s eyes searched his face for a heartbeat, then she nodded and settled onto the edge of the bed, making room for him beside her. “Everything,” she said.

Fenrir sat, and as he began to speak, Kitana listened with the stillness of a queen and the focus of someone who cared more deeply than her posture would ever admit.

He told her of Kotal’s questions, the ritual chamber and the Ixmucane’s revelations. He left nothing important out, at least not at first. He spoke of what had been shown to him, of the strange pull in his blood, of the new sense of strength settling into his body like a blade newly forged. He told her enough to be honest, but not everything. The truth about his lineage remained buried beneath the rest, guarded behind his words.

Kitana did not interrupt once.

When he finished, she let the silence rest between them for a moment before speaking. “Are you certain this is the path you mean to follow?”
Her voice was gentle, but beneath it lay the weight of someone who could see farther than most. Fenrir noticed the concern immediately.

“I do not think I have much of a choice,” he admitted.

That answer made her look down for a moment, thinking. When she spoke again, it was with a quieter intensity. “Jade told me what happened in Sun Do.”
Fenrir's expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

Kitana continued carefully, her fingers still resting around his hand. “She said you seemed… changed. Overprotective, yes, but also distant. As though something had pulled at you from within. I dismissed it at the time as adrenaline, the strain of battle.” Her eyes lifted to his again. “Now I am not so sure.”
Fenrir did not answer immediately.

Kitana’s thumb brushed once over the back of his hand, a soothing motion that somehow made the room feel even quieter. “Fenrir,” she said, her tone soft but firm, “we need to understand what is happening to you. And if there is a way to stop it, then we will find it.”

“I know,” he said, and he meant it.

Yet there were truths in him that he still could not speak aloud. The memory of his battle with Reiko remained too close, too raw. He remembered the fury, the heat beneath his skin, that terrible and intoxicating whisper urging him toward more. More ****. More ****. More power. The worst part had not been the sensation itself.

It had been how good it had felt.

He kept that thought hidden. Instead, he gave her what reassurance he could. “I will not lose myself to it.”

Kitana studied him closely, and Fenrir could feel the weight of her scrutiny with unnerving clarity. Kitana was too perceptive not to notice what he was leaving unsaid. She always had been. The years she had spent in court, surrounded by flattery and knives, had sharpened her instincts to something nearly surgical.
She saw the hesitation in him, the small fracture in his certainty.

And rather than pressing, she chose trust. “I believe you,” she said quietly.

But then, with a subtle turn of her head and a glance that held more meaning than her words, she asked, “Have you spoken to Jade about this?”

Fenrir looked at her, unsure for a moment whether she meant the ritual or Sun Do itself. “Not really,” he admitted at last. “I have been avoiding that subject.”

Kitana’s gaze did not waver. “Why?”

He sighed softly. “I do not want to worry her. She has enough to deal with already.”

For an instant, Kitana’s expression softened in a way that made him feel both seen and quietly guilty. “That is thoughtful,” she said, “but not always wise.”

Fenrir gave a helpless little shrug. “I care too much about her to burden her with this.”

Kitana’s eyes lingered on him for a beat too long. There it was again, that look of hers, not accusation, not even suspicion, but awareness. She knew there was more he had not told her. He could see it in the way her expression settled, in the way her fingers tightened ever so slightly around his.

Yet she still did not press. “And Mileena, then?” she asked gently, though the question carried more weight than it first appeared to.

Fenrir exhaled through his nose. “Neither, they both already have too much to carry. I do not want to add myself to that.”

Kitana’s mouth flattened for a moment before she spoke again. When she did, her voice was calm, but edged now with the kind of precision that came from royalty, not temper.

“Fenrir,” she said, “we did not make our vows so you could carry everything alone.”

He met her eyes.

“We promised honesty,” she continued, “and trust. All of us. Do not begin deciding for us what we can or cannot bear.”

The rebuke landed, but not harshly. Not cruelly. It was a concern dressed in authority, and Fenrir understood the difference well enough to take it seriously.
Kitana’s hand tightened around his. “When you are ready, speak to Jade. Let her help you. She may be gentler than I am, but she knows you well enough to notice what you try to hide.”

Fenrir let out a short breath that sounded almost like a laugh. “I do not doubt that.”

A faint smile touched Kitana’s lips. “Good. Because if you continue hiding yourself from the women who care about you, I will be **** to take offence.”

“Is that a threat?”

Her gaze sharpened with dry amusement. “It is a promise.”

That earned a real smile from him.

Kitana’s expression softened with the smallest trace of satisfaction. “There, that is better.”

For a brief moment, the tension eased. Then Kitana’s eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the flicker of something in his face when she mentioned Jade, a quick, guilty hesitation, gone almost as soon as it appeared. She caught it, of course, she did. Her gaze lingered on him, thoughtful and quiet.

But still she said nothing. Instead, she lifted her chin and gave him an almost fond look. “You should know,” she said, “Jade is often the best of us at hearing what others cannot say. She has a way of placing a hand on the wound without making it bleed more.”

Fenrir huffed a small laugh. “That sounds like a flattering way of saying she will drag the truth out of me whether I like it or not.”

Kitana’s smile deepened. “She can be most persuasive.”

Fenrir's brows rose. “That she can.”

The response came a half-beat too quickly, and Kitana noticed.

Her eyes sharpened. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” Actually, it was too fast, too smooth.

Kitana tilted her head, studying him with a look that was equal parts curiosity and suspicion. “Fenrir.”

He cleared his throat, feeling warmth rise in his face despite himself. “I said nothing.”

Her mouth curved, slow and knowing. “Mmm.”

He immediately regretted everything.

Kitana thought for a moment, and then her expression changed. A sharp little breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened, not with shock alone, but with the sudden, dangerous understanding of what had just been implied. For a heartbeat, she simply stared at him, as though arranging the pieces in her mind and deciding whether to laugh, scold, or drag the truth out of him by ****.

“By the gods…” she murmured, slow and incredulous. “Have you and Jade been sharing more than a bed?”

Fenrir's ears burned at once. He looked away, then back, suddenly and absurdly aware of the space between them. “...Kind of?”

Kitana’s brows rose.

Fenrir rubbed the back of his neck, the faintest embarrassment breaking through his usual composure. “A few days ago, she moved into my chamber, the night before we spent time together in the onsen. Since then, we have been sharing a bed.”

A pause passed between them.

Then Kitana let out a soft, disbelieving sound, part laugh, part exhale, and leaned back slightly as if the answer had struck her harder than she wanted to admit. Her gaze slid away for a moment, thoughtful, cool, and very carefully controlled. When she looked at him again, the expression on her face had settled into something more measured.

“Damn lucky her,” she muttered under her breath.

Fenrir frowned. “What?”

Kitana’s lips curved with the beginnings of a smile, but it did not quite reach her eyes yet. “Tell me something first.” Her voice had gone quieter, smoother. More dangerous, in the way only a queen’s voice could be. “Have you gone all the way with her?”

Fenrir blinked. Then blinked again, as if the question had physically hit him. “Kitana.”

She lifted both hands in mock surrender, but the mischief in her face was unmistakable. “What? It is a perfectly reasonable question.”

Fenrir stared at her, half mortified and half amused despite himself. Kitana’s mouth twitched, pleased by the reaction. She had not lost her poise; she had simply chosen to let it tilt toward playfulness.

“And,” she added, letting the silence stretch just enough, “you and I have not done that, at least not all the way.”

That made him cough out a startled laugh, despite the heat rushing into his face. Kitana’s eyes glinted with satisfaction.

“...No,” he admitted at last, clearing his throat. “We have not.”

Kitana watched him for a beat longer. “But you have seen her naked?”

Fenrir opened his mouth, then shut it again as if trying to decide how much honesty was safe. Kitana, reading him far too easily, folded her arms and waited.
“Yes,” he said finally. Then, before she could pounce on the implication, he added quickly, “I was not peeking, and she saw me as well.”

That earned a soft whistle from Kitana, the kind that sounded almost identical to Mileena’s when she was amused. Fenrir shot her a look, and she only smiled wider.
“If I had known,” she said, tilting her head, “perhaps I should have insisted on better terms with whom I spend my nights.”

He laughed once, low and helpless, the tension easing from his shoulders despite himself. “You never asked.”

Kitana’s gaze lingered on him. “Perhaps I should have.” Her tone was light, but the words themselves had weight. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she added, “Though I admit, I would rather have you bring me breakfast in the morning after a proper night’s sleep. That seems only fair.”

Fenrir's mouth curved. “I think that can be arranged.”

Kitana’s fingers brushed once over his hand. “So,” she said, her voice lower now, “I am the one who came closest, then?”

Fenrir's expression shifted.

Not much, barely enough for someone less perceptive than Kitana to miss. But she saw it immediately, the slight hesitation, the tiny fracture of guilt that flickered across his face before he could hide it.

“...Not exactly,” he said.

The room changed. It was subtle at first, but the playful air thinned. Kitana’s expression softened, but her eyes sharpened. Fenrir knew at once that he had stepped onto more dangerous ground.

“Not exactly?” she repeated.

He exhaled, already regretting that he had tried to soften the truth. “I would rather tell you than have you find out another way.”

Kitana studied him for a long, quiet second. Then she asked, “Did you sleep with someone else in this castle?”

“Yes.”

She smiled in that sly, knowing way of hers. “Syzoth, then?”

Fenrir nearly choked. “What?”

Kitana lifted a brow, entirely too pleased with herself. “You are close. Jade and I have both noticed. It is hardly a scandal, Fenrir. He seems like a kind husband. Loyal. A shoulder to lean on, scaly though it may be.”

Fenrir stared at her.

Kitana’s mouth tilted. “No?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Mm.” She leaned back, pretending to consider it. “Shame. That would have made for a very interesting story.”

Fenrir rubbed at his forehead, already feeling the trap closing around him. “You are enjoying this far too much.”

“I am enjoying your face,” she corrected calmly.

That, unfortunately, made him smile again.

Kitana watched the smile appear, and something in her expression shifted. Not jealousy yet. Not quite. More like the first edge of it, held tightly under control. A queen did not pout. A queen did not flail. A queen measured the wound, looked at it steadily, and decided exactly how to answer it.

Fenrir could see the thought forming in her eyes.

Then she said, almost casually, “Is it Skarlet?”

He went still.

Kitana’s eyebrows rose. “…No?”

The silence that followed was answer enough.

Fenrir looked away first. “Kitana—”

Her hand flew to her mouth, half stunned and half delighted. “You were the one sleeping with Mileena?!”

He could hear his own pulse now. “Yes,” he said, then quickly added, “Wait…How did you know?!”

Kitana lowered her hand slowly, her eyes bright with surprise and something that looked suspiciously like offended pride. “Oh, I knew someone was going to her room.” She gave a short, incredulous laugh. “Skarlet and I both heard enough through the hall to realise that. I simply did not expect it to be you.”

Fenrir rubbed his jaw. “I... do not know what to say.”

Kitana’s gaze held his. “Are you asking whether I am angry?”

“Yes.”

She answered at once, with complete honesty. “Yes.”

Fenrir drew a breath, ready to apologise.

“But,” she added, and the single word landed with far more **** than anything sharp or cruel, “I am more irritated with her.”

That made him pause.

Kitana saw the confusion flicker across his face, and the corner of her mouth curved. She enjoyed this, less because she was cruel, and more because she had finally found the shape of her own desire in it. Mileena had not stolen anything from her. Not really. If anything, this only reminded Kitana that she was not content to stand on the sidelines and watch her sister lay claim to what she herself wanted.

Fenrir began to speak. “I am sorry—”

He never finished. Kitana moved.

One moment she was sitting at the edge of the bed, cool and composed; the next she had seized the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. It was not clumsy, nor impulsive. It was decisive. A queen making a claim.

Fenrir stiffened for the briefest instant, more from surprise than resistance, before his hands found her waist on instinct.

Kitana kissed him again, deeper this time, and when she finally broke the seal of his lips, her breath came a little quicker. Her eyes were dark now, her expression calm in the way a drawn blade was calm.

“Shut up,” she said softly, then leaned in close enough that her voice brushed against his mouth. “And get rid of the clothes. I am not letting her have the upper hand.”

Fenrir let out a low laugh, stunned and amused all at once. The tension in his chest had begun to give way to something hotter, more immediate. Kitana saw it. Her fingers slid over his collar, more deliberate now, and she kissed him again before he could speak.

He answered by pulling her closer.

Her breath hitched when his hands settled at the small of her back, firm and possessive. She did not retreat. Instead, she gave a pleased little sound against his mouth and pressed into him with rising confidence, as though the last of her hesitation had already been decided and discarded.

Fenrir kissed her back, slower at first, then with growing hunger. Under the moonlight, Kitana looked every inch the queen she was, but in his arms her control softened just enough to reveal the woman beneath it, the woman who wanted, who chose, who knew exactly what she was doing.

When they finally drew apart for air, Kitana’s gaze held his with a curious intensity.

“You look as though you expected me to make a scene,” she said.

“You did make a scene.”

Her lips twitched. “Not enough of one.”

Then her hands slid to his belt.

Fenrir caught her wrists gently, not stopping her, only slowing her long enough to meet her eyes. There was a quietness there now, something more intimate than the teasing had been.

“Kitana.”

She stilled. The room seemed to gather itself around that single word.

“Shut up and get naked. I’m not letting that little slut get the upper hand on me.” With that, she sank deeper into the kiss, claiming him ardently.

Fenrir didn’t fight back, instead placing his hands around her rear, caressing and squeezing them possessively. She moaned in pleasure, loving the way he was touching her. “Uhmm, yeah, just like that.”

They both got out of bed and quickly began to remove each other's clothes with speed and deliberation. As soon as there was no fabric in between them, Kitana jumped on him. Fenrir held her with both his strong arms as they fell back into the bed, making out with lust and passion for one another.

“You are so fucking hot; I’m beyond pissed off she got a hold of you before I did.” She stated with desire in her voice. “I’m going to make sure I fix that mistake.”

She looked pent up to Fenrir; she needed this so badly, and he could tell. Her being angry at Mileena was just an excuse to find the release of all that stress she carried for decades; it was waiting to be released in pleasure with someone she loved, someone she chose. She craved it so badly that the moment she aligned her entrance to his manhood, Fenrir could already feel how wet she was; she was dripping for him to claim her rather than vice versa.

“I think we share that sentiment; you are perfect.” He said back to her.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She closed the distance, whispering sultry in his ear with conviction and lust. “Claim me, my emperor.”

With that, she lowered herself slowly on him, taking him deeply inside of her wet walls. Kitana let out a guttural moan as she lowered herself on him, imbuing his fully erect cock with her warm juices, her body stretching and adapting to the girth and length of him.

“Gods!” She said as she stopped for a second, now taking him fully, no room inside her womanhood unfulfilled.

“Fuck you are tight.” He moaned; she was just as sensitive as well.

“The fuck did you expect?” She said in between a soft moan and a smile, she didn’t allow herself to not curse, she was too caught up in the thrill and the pleasure to bother keeping up appearances.

“I haven’t had one of these inside of me for years, and yours is not small either. Just give me a second.” She said, Kitana began to move slowly, getting herself in a steady yet pleasant rhythm. But to no surprise from Fenrir, she didn’t waste much time; just as she did back on the onsen, she picked up the pace with conviction.
But not only that, it was lustful, primal and passionate. She made sure he was getting a “Regal treatment” from her.

Kitana bounced up and down all along the length of his shaft, making sure to take everything inside. As the intense intercourse took its course and time went by, the two of them became a sweaty and lustful mess. Kitana, at that point, had come at least twice; it didn’t take long for her to release that stress. Being pent up as she was, and Fenrir being an excellent partner, allowed her to do so.

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By now, Kitana was being taken from behind by Fenrir. “Gods! You are so deep.” She moaned as his lover pounded her from behind with passion.
“You are so perfect.” He answered, squeezing her hips tighter with each lustful pump.

“That cock of yours is perfect.” She stated in between moans, some of them in a higher pitch when he pushed himself deeper inside of her, claiming her fully.
“There’s no way I’m letting you go.”

He smirked. “I could tell you've been moaning like crazy since we started.”

“It’s not my fault you are so hot, Fenrir.” She gave him a lustful kiss as he kept pounding her, the sounds of their skin clapping together echoing throughout the room, and the air becoming heavier with the warm scent emanating from her juices. “My emperor.” She moaned in between kisses. “Claiming me fully, fucking me raw like this.”

“My queen deserves this and more.” He answered, now making slow and fully deep pumps. Making her behind jiggle with each powerful and deep thrust.

“Every day?” She answered with a seductive smirk, enjoying how he claimed her.

“And all of the night.” He said, picking up the pace now but not stopping the power and depth of his pumps, her back now fully arched as she held her from her arms with strength.

Kitana was loving every second of it. “YES! Just like that, take me, my emperor!”

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He kept going, feeling herself approaching her next climax, her third one by now, and so did he.

She could feel his manhood twitching deep inside of her. “Kitana, should I pull out?”

Kitana moaned hard continuously, her mind a blissful mess, her face reddened and hot from the pure pleasure taking over her. “You should…but.” She said, trying to make a coherent thought. “Ah! Fuck it! Fill me up! I need all that cum inside of me!”

And with that hard push, feeling her walls tighten deeper than ever, he pushed himself fully with a hard and deep pump, unloading everything inside.

“YESS!!!!” She said in between moans.

Fenrir pulled out at the end, painting her cheeks with what was left of his load.

Kitana, feeling that warmth on top of her butt-cheeks, swayed them for him seductively, almost naturally. Then, finally, she fell depleted on the mattress. Spent and satisfied beyond belief.

Fenrir fell next to her, just as satisfied and tired. “Wow.”

“Under…statement…of the century.” She said in between pants, not even allowing herself another moment to breathe. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Same.” He answered with a chuckle. “Here, let me help you.” He said, she moved on top of him tenderly, cuddling with him.

“Thanks.” She said with a caring smile, caressing his head with his chest. He returned the tenderness with a kiss on her forehead, enjoying their afterglow.
“So did I pass the test?” He said with a smirk.

She smiled, giving him a peck on his lips and a soft, loving smile in the end. “With flying colours. My husband.”