❤Oral fun with...Kitana?❤

After lunch, and after letting Mileena steal a bit more of his time than he had planned, Fenrir made his way down through the quieter halls of the palace. Not aimless, just… looking for a moment to breathe. Mileena had mentioned it almost casually, half-distracted while playing with the edge of his collar, after another lovemaking session.

“There’s an old thermal pool beneath the palace. Hardly anyone uses it, besides us from time to time. It’s a good place to disappear for a while.”
At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. Now? It sounded like exactly what he needed.

The deeper he went, the quieter it became. The distant noise of court life faded into stone and silence, replaced by the low, almost soothing hum of heat beneath the earth. Warm air greeted him before he even reached the doors.

Gods knew he needed it.

Just a few weeks ago, his life had been simple. Dangerous, sure, but simple. Hunt, survive and move on. No politics, no crowns and no destiny being whispered by beings like Kronika. Now? Now he carried a realm on his back… and somehow, three women had found their way into his life in a way he hadn’t expected.

His life had become unrecognisable in the space of a heartbeat. Yet for all the chaos, the hardest part had not been the politics or the looming wars. It was how easily he had started to want them: Kitana’s calm strength, Mileena’s fierce warmth beneath the mask, Jade’s quiet certainty and the way her touch could unmake him with a single glance.

Those moments mattered more than any council meeting ever could. The laughter, the teasing, the late-night conversations, the simple intimacy of being near them without the need to perform.

He had known one-night encounters back on Earthrealm—fun, fleeting and uncomplicated.

This was not that; this was something deeper. Something that made him want to protect them fiercely, not because they needed it, but because he wanted more time with them. More mornings. More nights…More stolen moments in between duty.

And beneath all that, the question he could not fully silence.

What did he actually mean to be?

Kronika had spoken of destiny, of lines woven through time and consequence. Yet she had not seen his future clearly. That should have frightened him more than it did. Instead, it had done the opposite. It meant he was not trapped in a story already written; there was still room to choose. Room to decide whether he would be a fair emperor, a ruthless one, or something else entirely.

Still room to lose or win…to live. He shook the thoughts away before they could grow heavier.

Later, he would think about Kotal, and the Osh-Tekk, the Shokan and the coming conflict. He would worry about the ongoing war against Reiko’s Shao Kahn’s loyalists, Shang Tsung’s schemes and the impossible task of keeping a realm together with three queens and a crown that never stopped feeling heavy on his head.
For now, the thermal waters sounded like salvation. He could feel exhaustion settling into his bones after the week he had just endured…A little peace sounded like a mercy.

He reached the doors and pushed them open gently. Warm steam spilt outward at once. Fenrir stepped inside and stopped dead. A startled gasp cut through the room.

“BY THE GODS!”

Kitana’s voice rang out sharply from the pool as she jerked upright, immediately covering herself with both arms. Her face flushed bright red; the shock of the intrusion was written all over her regal features.

Fenrir reacted instinctively, freezing in place as he clutched the towel wrapped around his waist with one hand, his eyes going wide. “Oh my God—!”

The room went silent for half a heartbeat. Both of them stared, both of them bare…Both of them were shocked to their core.

Kitana’s eyes narrowed, still half-hidden behind her arms. “What are you doing here?!”

Fenrir blinked rapidly, still trying to process the fact that he had just walked into a private bath and found one of his wives submerged in the water in absolutely nothing at all.

“What am I doing here?” he shot back, mortified and defensive all at once. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m bathing!” Kitana hissed, though her voice wavered with embarrassment. “I always come here when I want to be alone. I thought you knew that!”

“How was I supposed to know that?” he replied, still trying very hard not to look and failing in the most respectful way possible. “I was told it was empty!”

Kitana’s eyes widened. “By who?”

Fenrir hesitated for a fraction too long.

“Mileena.”

That only made Kitana’s expression darken in confusion. She closed her eyes, inhaled once, and then, much to Fenrir’s surprise, swore under her breath with perfect, elegant fury.

“Fuck.” The word echoed faintly off the stone walls.

Fenrir flinched, then looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry. I should go.” He turned slightly toward the door.

“Wait, no!” Kitana’s voice softened immediately, the irritation giving way to embarrassment again. She lowered one arm just enough to breathe more freely, though the other remained firmly in place across her chest.

“It’s fine,” she said, gathering herself with visible effort. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” Her eyes flicked away for a moment, then back. “And it was probably not Mileena’s fault either. She couldn’t have known I would be here today.”

Fenrir nodded slowly, still very aware that his own face felt hot enough to rival the steam around them.

Kitana drew in another breath and let it out slowly, regaining some of her usual composure.

“You can stay,” she said at last. “I am not going to make you leave.”

Fenrir blinked. “Are you sure?”

Kitana gave him a long look. A queenly one, a measured one in nature. Then, with a faint sigh, she lowered her arm just enough to relax again. “Yes, I am sure.”

He gave a short nod, appreciative and still painfully aware of the awkwardness of the situation. “Could you… turn around?”

Kitana’s blush returned instantly, hotter this time. “Oh! Yes, of course. Sorry.” She turned quickly, though not so quickly that Fenrir missed the way her gaze slipped sideways for the briefest second. He caught the movement of her eyes over his bare shoulders, the back of his torso…the defined line of his body. She liked, no, loved the view…he was just too much. She pushed those arousing thoughts aside before he lowered himself into the water.

The thought alone made his own breath catch.

The pool enveloped him almost immediately, warm water rising to his neck and taking the edge off the tension in his shoulders. Steam curled around the room in soft layers, turning the chamber into something strangely intimate despite the chaos of the last minute.

Fenrir cleared his throat gently. “You can… turn around now, if you want.”

Kitana did, slowly. When she faced him again, the flush on her cheeks had not gone away, though she had recovered enough to summon a soft, slightly embarrassed smile.

“Good afternoon,” Fenrir said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere between awkward and charming.

Kitana stared for a second.

Then she laughed, the sound surprised both of them. It was soft at first, then it came more freely. Melodic and warm, filling the pool chamber with something lighter than the steam. Fenrir found himself smiling too, the sight of her laughing genuinely making the tension ease from his chest.

“This is absurd,” she said, covering her mouth with one hand as the laughter faded.

“You can say that again.” He leaned back slightly in the water, trying to salvage whatever dignity the moment had left him. “I was just trying to take a relaxing bath after a difficult week,” he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, “and somehow one of my wives is already here looking like she owns the place.”

Kitana made an offended little gasp, placing one hand to her chest in exaggerated outrage.

“Excuse me?” she said, scandalised, but smiling now too. “I have been coming here long before you were ever born…”

The words sounded fine at first. Then she realised how they sounded. She still didn’t adapt how she was 10.000 years old and considered a young adult in Edenian standards and ancient compared to Earthrealm lifespans. Her eyes widened a fraction. “…That came out a little odd, did it not?”

Kitana smiled despite herself, shaking her head faintly. A quiet silence settled between them, not tense this time, but warm… almost comfortable in its awkwardness.
She studied him more openly now, her posture easing as she sank a little deeper into the water, steam curling around her shoulders.

“Now that I think about it…” she began, tilting her head slightly, curiosity softening her regal composure, “I never asked you how old you are.”

Fenrir blinked, caught a little off guard. “Uh… twenty-six.”

That gave her a pause to think. “In Earthrealm years?”

“Yeah.”

A thoughtful hum left her lips as she leaned back slightly, doing the mental conversion. “Then in Edenian terms…”

He smirked faintly. “Probably… I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Eleven thousand?”

Kitana let out a softer laugh this time, the sound lighter, more personal. “So, I’m twenty-five by your standards?” she teased, a brow lifting. “How generous of you. I have my whole life ahead of me.”

“Well, uh…you look around my age,” he said, then immediately corrected himself with a small, awkward gesture. “In a good way, I mean.”

Her lips curved. “I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take the compliment.”

A brief pause… then, more deliberately, “Besides,” she added, voice just a touch bolder, “if you are that handsome at twenty-six… then I must be gorgeous as well.”
The bluntness lingered between them.

And then, she realised it. A faint flush rose to her cheeks. “I—” she exhaled softly, almost laughing at herself, “that was… forward.”

“Hey.” His tone was gentle, and when he lifted a hand in a calming gesture, it was slow and careful, like he was afraid to make her retreat. “I liked it.”
She looked at him, surprised by how openly he said it.

“I mean it,” he added, his voice low and easy. “And if you want the honest version? I think you are gorgeous. Smart and fierce, too. Slightly terrifying when you want to be.” He smiled. “Honestly, it feels like robbery that you are paying attention to me at all.”

Kitana stared at him for a moment, then let out a small, breathy laugh of her own.

It should have sounded like simple banter. It did not.

His voice, deep, warm and unhurried, went straight through her composure and settled somewhere lower, somewhere she had no wish to name too quickly. It warmed her chest, her stomach, and yes… places she tried not to think about while sitting half-naked in a thermal pool with him.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and her tone was quieter now, more honest than regal. “I think I am also very fortunate to have met you.”

Fenrir's expression shifted with genuine curiosity. “Really? Why? I cannot imagine I am that interesting.”

Kitana let her eyes linger on him, just for a second too long. “Oh, believe me,” she said, her tone dipping into something warmer, almost velvet-soft, “you are.”
Fenrir's gaze sharpened. The smallest sign that he had felt the shift.

“You are a mystery to us,” she added with a faint smile. “But that is not what I meant.”

She settled more comfortably in the water, her shoulders easing. The awkwardness remained, but now it had begun to give way to something else, something intimate enough to make her heart beat a little harder.

“You are kind to us,” she said.

Fenrir didn’t interrupt. Kitana held his gaze and continued, a little more carefully now. “You could have taken advantage of this situation in countless ways, Shao Kahn would have. He would have seen this as power, as permission.” Her mouth tightened briefly. “Instead, you chose restraint. You chose respect… Mercy and kindness. That is not common in the slightest.”

Fenrir started to speak, but she lifted a hand.

“Let me finish.”

He stopped at once respectfully, and that, more than anything, made her smile.

“I am proud of you,” she said, quieter now. “In these few weeks, you have done what you promised. Not perfectly, perhaps.” A faint, teasing glimmer returned to her eyes. “But honestly? Better than I expected.”

That earned a brief, amused breath from him. Kitana went on, more openly **** now. “I know you believe I can rule on my own. And in many ways, you are right.”

She looked away for a second, then back at him.

“But if I am being truthful…” Her voice lowered. “I would rather not have to.”

Fenrir held still.

Something in his expression softened. Kitana’s cheeks coloured faintly again, but she did not look away this time. “I believe you make a very good emperor.”
He tilted his head, a teasing note returning. “Only good?”

That coaxed a quiet laugh from her.

“A very good one,” she corrected. “With the potential to become even better.”

Then her expression changed again, more serious, more tender.

“I like you, Fenrir,” she said simply. “And I think you are doing a fantastic job.” The honesty in it made her chest tighten. She had meant to sound composed…Queenly.

Instead, she had sounded like a woman admitting something she could no longer keep entirely hidden.

Fenrir met her eyes steadily. “I like you too.” His voice was low, sincere. “You are a remarkable queen. And, if I am being honest…” He gave a small, almost shy shrug. “I enjoy talking to you more than I probably should.”

Kitana’s lips parted slightly. There it was again, that warmth, that pull.

She could feel it rising between them, not sharp or ****, but slow and inevitable. The air around the pool seemed heavier now, warmer with every passing second. She wondered, briefly, if he felt it too.

He did; That much was obvious…But neither of them moved, at least not yet.

Kitana smiled faintly. “I enjoy it as well.”

He looked relieved by that, and the small ease in his face made her want to smile more than she already was. “You have interesting things to say,” she added. “And you make me laugh.”

“I am glad.”

“A little too glad, perhaps,” she teased.

Fenrir chuckled. “I will take that as a compliment.”

She held his gaze for a moment longer, and the silence that followed was not empty. It was charged, soft-edged, full of things neither of them had said out loud.
Kitana’s thoughts drifted, unhelpfully, to his shoulders, to the shape of his chest, to the water tracing the line of his throat, to the rest of him beneath the surface.
She pressed that thought back with effort, though her body had already betrayed her with a faint flush that she knew he could probably see.

She changed the subject before she could embarrass herself further by allowing her mind to give her more arousing thoughts.

“So,” she said lightly, “what was it like? Being a demon hunter?”

Fenrir's mouth quirked. “You ask that like you are about to judge my entire life.”

“I did have Barong look into you,” she admitted, unashamed. “I wanted to know who I was dealing with.”

He snorted softly. “You were spying on me?”

“Only a little.”

“Charming.”

Kitana’s smile widened. “I needed to be certain.”

“And?” he asked, amused now. “Did my work impress you?”

She considered that, her eyes warming. “Yes,” she said. “I found it suicidal, though. Which is, admittedly, a little concerning.” A pause. “But also, impressive.”

Fenrir laughed under his breath. “That is not exactly comforting.”

“It is honest.”

“Good point.”

She leaned back slightly, the water rippling around her collarbone. “So, start at the beginning.”

Fenrir grinned. “You really want the full story?”

“I do.”

He nodded once, then settled in. “Well… I was fifteen.”

Kitana blinked. “Fifteen?”

“I know.” That alone made her expression shift with surprise. He gave a small shrug. “Young, angry and stupid enough to think I could take on the world before I was ready.” His voice changed when he spoke of his past, less playful now, grounded in memory.

“After my family died, I was taken in by a friend of my mother’s. He led a demon-hunting guild, and he taught me how to survive. The rest I learned the hard way.”
Kitana’s face softened. “You wanted ****.”

“On all of them,” he said quietly. “At first, that was all I had.”

The honesty of it made her silence respectful.

He went on after a moment. “For years, I took contracts, jobs, whatever came my way. Sometimes for money. Sometimes, because people needed help and nobody else would give it.”

“And the rest of the time?” she asked softly.

His mouth tightened. “Sometimes the work got ugly.”

Kitana understood that and looked well enough not to pry too hard. “There are many kinds of evil,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “More than most people want to admit.”

Then, with a slight shift in tone, she asked, “And how did you meet Raiden?”

Fenrir gave a crooked smile. “Reputation, mostly. I worked with the White Lotus and the Shaolin a few times. I guess he noticed I was useful.”

Kitana’s eyes narrowed, amused. “Useful?”

“Very flattering, right?”

“I was hoping for more dramatic.”

He laughed. “I am sorry to disappoint you, my queen.” She smiled at that, at the title, the warmth in it, the fact that it no longer sounded distant between them.

Then she grew quieter. “What about you?” he asked.

Kitana blinked. “Me?”

“Yes. I have told you enough embarrassing things about myself.”

That coaxed a real smile from her. “My life is not nearly as interesting.”

“I doubt that.”

She looked at the water for a second, then back at him. “In truth,” she said, “much of it feels blurred now.” Fenrir went still, listening. “I served a father who never loved me all my life. I was trained, used, shaped into what others required of me.” Her voice was calm, but the sorrow beneath it was very real. “There was little room for anything else.”

She looked at him more directly then, the vulnerability there plain now.

“I did not live much. I obeyed and survived. I grew stronger, yes, but I lost things too.”

Fenrir's expression softened deeply. “I am sorry.”

Kitana gave a small, almost tired smile. “Do not be. It is over.”

She drew in a breath and let it out more lightly. “These last weeks…” Her voice warmed. “They have been some of the best of my life.”

He watched her carefully.

“I feel like I have begun living,” she admitted, and this time the words came with a quiet certainty that made them land even harder. Fenrir's breath caught, just slightly.

Kitana continued, more openly now.

“I feel free. And I have purpose again. Something I want to build rather than endure.” Her gaze held his. “And you are a very large part of that, Fenrir.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then he smiled softly. “The feeling is mutual, Kitana, my life has been…rather interesting to say the least. You three have been more than beautiful. I respect you a lot.”

“Complimenting me again, Fenrir? Careful, I think you might genuinely be falling for me.” She raised a teasing eyebrow. But deep down, she liked the idea.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He said with a grin, flirting back. “Queen Kitana is a deadly and skilled beauty. One that should be respected and appreciated by all.”

She chuckled. “Deadly beauty… I like that. I guess I’m lucky to be able to stand out now more than ever. I got to share the spotlight with a handsome demon hunter.”

He chuckled and added playfully. “Does he have a name?”

“Oh, he does, but I really like how easy he is to talk with”, she said, already having her hands on him with just her eyes. “His charm, certainly his appearance and skills.”

“Look who’s flirting now.” He said teasingly, yet loving the bantering.

She raised both her hands playfully and disarmingly. “I’m sorry, I’m just appreciating my husband.”

“You know,” he said, a little more playful again, “I could get used to this.”

Kitana lifted a brow. “Us speaking as though we are not both naked in a pool?”

“That, too.” She laughed softly at that, and he did as well. Then she studied him again, more boldly this time. “Honestly,” she said, “I think I am very lucky to have met you.”

His expression turned curious, then warmer.

“Oh?” he asked. “Why is that?”

Kitana’s smile turned sly, controlled, but not as restrained as before.

“Because you are patient,” she said. “Kind…good-looking.” Her eyes flicked over him with deliberate care. “And rather difficult to ignore.”

Her expression didn’t even pretend innocence. That made him go still for the briefest second.

Good, she liked that. The compliment, the surprise, the way his confidence wavered for a heartbeat, it suited him. He was easier to read when she caught him off guard, and she found that… charming in a way she did not yet want to name too quickly.

Fenrir recovered first, though his voice was softer now, yet carrying a flirtatious smirk. “Then perhaps you should come appreciate me closer then...I promise to return the favour.”

The words were gentle. An invitation, not a command. Kitana felt the flicker of conflict inside her; small, quick, easily missed if she had not known herself so well.
Mileena, Jade, the crown…The truth of what this was becoming. Her jaw tightened just a fraction. Then she let the thought pass. Not dismissing it…Just setting it aside.

For now, she chose this. She chose him. And that, more than anything, steadied her.

“Hmm…” She smiled faintly. “That does not sound so bad.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, velvety. She closed the distance, she got on all fours, approaching him like a predator in a seductive way. The lines of her behind were covered slightly by the hot water; she made sure to approach him slowly and deliberately. He should appreciate her as she did him.

Then the distance between them disappeared. Fenrir lifted himself slightly from the water, his bare chest and abdomen catching the warm mist as Kitana came closer. Her hand settled over his chest with a slow, lingering caress, her fingers tracing the hard lines there as if she were learning him by touch.

A soft hum left her, low, pleased, and just a little unguarded. “You are so handsome, Fenrir… my emperor,” she murmured, her voice warm with admiration and something hungrier beneath it. “Strong, skilled and too tempting for your own good.”

Fenrir's mouth curved; breath unsteady now that she was this close. “You make it sound like I’m the dangerous one right now.”

Kitana’s smile turned sly. “Aren’t you?”

He gave a quiet laugh, then slipped a hand around her waist, steadying her as she moved closer. “You’re the one looking at me like that.”
Kitana didn’t deny it. Instead, she took his hand and guided it lower, placing it between her hips with deliberate confidence. The gesture was bold, possessive, and unmistakably intentional.

Fenrir met her gaze, then let out a slow breath. “You do know exactly what you’re doing to me. You are so gorgeous, Kitana…my queen.”

Her expression flickered; pleased, flushed and just a little proud.

She said softly. “I was hoping you’d notice.”

And then they kissed.

It started hungry, then it deepened. The heat of the pool, the curling steam, and the closeness between them made everything feel heightened; every breath, every touch and every little sound Kitana tried and failed to keep quiet. Her fingers slid through his hair; his hand tightened at her waist. Neither of them wanted space. Neither of them pretended otherwise.

When they finally parted, both were breathing harder.

Kitana’s gaze drifted downward, then returned to his face with a soft, knowing smile. “You are very hard,” she murmured, her voice dropping into something intimate and honest. “And big."

Fenrir let out a strained breath, his forehead brushing briefly against hers. “I’d say you are definitely responsible for that”, he said, lifting himself slightly so his cock was now visible above water. He gripped himself with the edge of the pool on both sides with his strong hands “You are so beautiful, Kitana.”

She blushed and loved how hot his voice sounded on edge. “You are the one irresistible here, Fenrir,” She lowered her face to his thighs, arching her back so he could have a perfect view of her round and toned butt. “I want to taste you, my emperor.” Her tone held no teasing now; only warmth, desire and the pleasure of being wanted so openly.

Kitana lowered herself then, slow and deliberate, moving with a grace that was almost maddening in its control. Her lips found him again, and the moment her mouth closed around him, Fenrir's composure broke into a low, ragged moan. “Kitana…”

She didn’t stop. Couldn’t have, even if she wanted to. There was too much heat in the moment now, too much pent-up longing finally finding a release.

The sounds in the room changed; water shifting, breaths catching…quiet curses swallowed between unsteady gasps. Kitana moved with growing intensity, clearly intent on drawing every last bit of reaction from him. Fenrir's hands clenched at the edge of the pool, his head tipping back as her pace and focus left him trembling.

“Gods,” he muttered hoarsely, “you’re relentless.”

Kitana pulled back just long enough to answer with a pleased, breathless smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” And then she was back at it, more eager now, more determined to bring him to the edge.

There was so much passion in her movement, which was accompanied by the high arousal she mostly had compared to Fenrir. Indeed, Kitana devoured his manhood with hunger, speed and depth. Making sure she took him fully in her mouth, using it to lubricate it while taking him more and more deeply.

Fenrir could only moan. Kitana was taking good care of him, and she noticed. She wanted this even more badly than he did. “Kitana, fuck…”

She didn’t stop easily; she was too focused on milking him dry. But allow herself some…less than regal words. “Fuck! You taste so good, Fenrir.”

She quickly returned, making him twitch more and more. “Gods…you really want this.” He moaned, seeing how lustful Kitana was. It looked as if she had never had a partner in years, and the stress of her duties didn’t help either.

She took him deeper, playing with his balls with passion and hunger. He was right; she craved this for a very long time. She needed to release this frustration so badly, but right now, she was going to make him release everything he had inside her mouth.

“Fuck Kitana! I’m going to cum.” He moaned, feeling himself on edge.

“Give it to me,” she said, voice muffled but clear in intent. Kitana went as fast as she could, making sure he exploded with power. And he did just that…Fenrir let out ropes after ropes of thick cum inside her mouth.

Kitana moaned at the warm feeling entering her mouth. She pulled out once he finished. Coughing and gasping for air after taking it all. “Gods, you came a lot.” She said in between coughs. Despite her predicament, she looked flushed, satisfied and a little triumphant.

Fenrir couldn’t even chuckle as he tried to recover. “Yeah…you fucking destroyed me.” He looked at her, still dazed, and that was enough to make her smile soften.
But then she moved toward the edge of the pool. Fenrir blinked. “Where are you going?”

Kitana glanced back at him, one brow lifting in surprise. “…To clean myself? I thought you were satisfied.”

He hesitated only a second, “I am…but you are not leaving yet.” He closed the distance quickly, playfully grabbing her by the waist.

“Fenrir! What are you doing?” She giggled, but smiled lustfully…She liked where this was going. “Seriously, it's okay, I can deal with this later.”

“I’m not finished taking care of my queen,” he said, and there was a quiet promise in it that made her breath catch.

Before she could answer, he guided her back and bent her carefully against the pool’s edge, kissing along her skin with a renewed intensity that made her shiver almost immediately. Her glistering and wet pussy stood in front of his face as he lowered himself on her. He began eating her out. Kitana couldn’t even retort; she was overwhelmed by his tongue dancing on her pussy. Making her shiver quickly, it was so good. She needed this so badly, and she couldn’t even admit it to herself…perhaps Mileena was right. She was extremely frustrated sexually.

Kitana’s hand flew to his shoulder, her grip tightening as the sensation hit her. “Oh! Fenrir…Gods, yes! just like that.” She moaned, her face one of pure pleasure as he returned the oral lovemaking with the same speed and passion she gave him earlier.

His grip tightened at her hips, holding her in place as his tongue worked with intent fast, then slow, then deep again. Learning her reactions in real time.
“You are so wet,” Fenrir said in between licks. “When was the last time you ever done something like this with someone?”

She pushed his face back into her again, making sure she continued to eat her like that. “Too long, FUCK! Way too long.” She said, moaning harder now, “I can’t—don’t you dare stop—” she moaned, her voice rising, trembling. “How are you this good?!”

Kitana didn’t even bother trying to sound composed or regal; she didn’t care at this point. She needed to cum so badly, her thighs and pussy walls were screaming for her to just give in to the pleasure and explode in his face.

The pace quickened, the air thickened, and Kitana moaned harder and harder in a higher pitch with each lick. Her moans echoed throughout the room. “GODS! YESSS!! I’M- I’M GOING TO CUM!”

Fenrir replied muffled, wanting her release. “Do it, give it all to me.”

A loud, raw cry echoed through the chamber as her body tensed violently, her head falling back, her entire form trembling as the orgasm tore through her. Hard and overwhelming in nature. Her legs nearly gave out as wave after wave hit her, her grip tightening on the edge as she rode it out, breath coming in ragged bursts. “GODS!”

She collapsed forward slightly, completely spent. Every ounce of tension gone, every restraint shattered in a sexual bliss.
Fenrir finally pulled back, watching her with a satisfied, amused expression.

She tried to speak, and failed. “…That… waz…” she mumbled, completely out of breath, words slurring together.

He chuckled softly.

“Yeah,” he said, brushing a hand up her back. “I got the message.”