Sheeva's Sluts

So... Kitana and Mileena. I wonder, does this count as incest?



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Sheeva's Sluts  -  Kitana VS Mileena

Now it was Kitana's turn to wait in the gloom behind the gate leading to the underground arena. She felt... tense. Uncomfortable. Too many memories were drifting out of the shadowy recesses of her mind. Her soul had been full of turmoil once upon a time and she'd thought it normal. Only with Sheeva had she found peace, of a sort.



She'd stood in one arena or the other many times before, a body full of pride, a head full of blood. She'd 'faced' criminals and slaves who'd never stood a chance against her practiced skills. She'd taken joy in the sport, in proving her worth, and had fought hard to quiet the tiny voice that'd told her all this was wrong. The crowds had always cheered so loudly as she'd murdered for the amusement of her fa- of Shao Kahn.



The gate opened and Kitana stepped out onto the sand, the torches on the walls giving some of their heat to her naked body. There were no cheering crowds, no terrified slaves holding weapons they didn't know how to use. There was an intimidating Imperial presence watching her from above, but at least it wasn't Shao Kahn.



Kitana walked up to the balcony and saw Mileena approaching from the other side. She was almost as naked as she was, wearing only her pink mask, but she wasn't walking. Her altered clone was skipping and twirling, arms outstretched, breasts bouncing, giggling with excitement. Kitana felt a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, but quickly got it under control. Even though there would be no blood spilled, that didn't mean she didn't have to take this absolutely seriously. There was more at stake here than mere power. This was her chance to show Shao Kahn had failed to raise a remorseless killing machine. That there was more to her than death.



Of course, Sheeva and the rest of the girls probably already knew that, but this would make it official, sort of. Win or lose, she'd come to this arena to fuck, not to kill.



Kitana and Mileena reached the balcony more or less at the same time, Mileena even managing to twirl into a bow before Kitana.



"Sister," the masked hybrid purred.



"Mileena," Kitana nodded politely. "I didn't expect to see you here."



"The Empress graciously offered me a second chance."



"Just like that?" Kitana asked.



Mileena laughed. "Almost. Lose, and perhaps you'll find out."



"Contestants," Sheeva's reproachful voice boomed from a above.



Kitana and Mileena turned towards the balcony, looked up to their Shokan Empress. Sheeva raised her right hands.



"Begin," she announced.



Kitana turned sharply towards Mileena, certain that the girl would lunge at her as she had with Sonya. But instead, her clone just stood there, her dark yellow eyes glowing with delight.



"You know," Mileena said dreamily, "after Sheeva destroyed Shao Kahn, everything was all lost and confused. So much chaos."



"Yes?" Kitana said, unsure why her sort-of duplicate felt like bringing this up now.



"But then you came along," Mileena said, slowly walking towards her, exaggeratedly swaying her hips. "You called me an abomination before, but then you decided to take me in."



Mileena stood right in front of Kitana now, so close the former Edenian princess thought she could feel the chimera's masked breath on her face. Mileena raised a hand, a single finger tracing a line over Kitana's breasts. Kitana's first impulse was to take Mileena's wrist and yank her hand away, but didn't. Her touch felt nice, but not nearly nice enough to make her climax, so why bother resisting?



"I couldn't really blame you," Kitana said. "It wasn't as if you had any say in your creation."



Mileena giggled. "And so you took me along on a trip to Earthrealm and made me Sheeva's fucktoy."



"I'm not sorry," Kitana said. "This is a better life."



Mileena laughed. "Better? Oh, Sister, you don't even know what you're talking about. You think you're a fucktoy now? When I lost, Sheeva stripped me and collared me and used me. No will, no freedom, no choice, only sex." She giggled again. "My tits have never been fucked so hard or so often in my life."



"It sounds like you enjoyed yourself," Kitana said, hoping she was right.



"Mmm."



Mileena's wandering finger drew a line across Kitana's soft skin up to one of her nipples. She cupped, caressed it with her thumb. It was a subtle movement, but it stoked Kitana's arousal enough to make her think that perhaps she ought to step away and actually start the fight.



"And so, sweet Sister, it's your turn to be a fucktoy."



Mileena's finger drew away from Kitana's hardening nipple and moved down the curve of her generous breasts, placing more and more fingertips on her skin as she did so. It was one, long caress all the way from her breasts, down her flat stomach and-



Kitana gripped Mileena's wrist, stopping her just before her hand could slip inbetween her legs.



"I'm not giving up without a fight."



Mileena laughed, pulled her hand free and danced a few steps away. "Fight? Aw, and here I thought all you wanted to do was fuck."



"I do," Kitana admitted. "But I will not shame my Empress by just submitting."



"But submitting is all we do," Mileena said gleefully.



"To our Empress," Kitana said.



"Hmm," Mileena shrugged. "So be it."



Mileena lunged, launching herself forward with a snarl. Kitana had been expecting her to, however, and easily twisted out of the way. Mileena sailed past her and landed heavily in the sand. Kitana took advantage of her altered clone's brief confusion by getting on top of her and grabbing hold of her wrists, forcing her hands above her masked head.



Still snarling, Mileena writhed and squirmed underneath Kitana like a wild cat and the former Edenian princess tried not to notice the girl's bare skin bumping and grinding against her ever-wetter pussy.



"Hold still," Kitana hissed, still amazed at how fast Mileena had gone from giggling daydreamer to snarling animal. "I don't want to fight you."



"I do," Mileena replied. "I'll make you Sheeva's slave, Sister."



"And you still might."



Kitana shifted slightly so that her left leg pinned Mileena's to the ground, then pushed her right leg in so that her thigh pressed against her twisted clone's pussy. She was already as wet as she was.



"The more you struggle, the more you'll be humping my leg like a little bitch in heat. And Sonya already taught you what happens when you do that."



Mileena went completely still, all the tension draining out of her body in an instant. Suddenly, her burning yellow eyes turned innocent and guileless. Kitana didn't know what to make of that. Common sense as well as a childhood of violence and paranoia told her not to trust this sudden surrender, but this was Mileena...



"You'll listen to what I have to say?" Kitana asked.



"I'm your captive audience," Mileena purred.



"No struggling, no fighting, just sex. We'll scissor for it."



"Sounds tempting," Mileena said. "But why would you? You have me in your grip."



"Only because I was trained to subdue enemies. And because you tried the same thing on Sonya. But I don't want to win by using my skills as a warrior. I'm a slut and I want to win or lose with my skills as one."



"Fine then," Mileena said. "It might be more fun that way."



Kitana nodded, let go of Mileena's wrists and stood up. She pointedly turned her back on the prone chimera and waited for her to tackle from behind. She never did. When Kitana turned to face her again, Mileena was still lying where she'd fallen, her legs eagerly spread, her pussy gleaming invitingly.



Trying to keep her surprise off her face, Kitana lay down in the sand as well, her legs entwining with Mileena's. As their slender limbs moved while the two maneuvered themselves into position, it struck Kitana how similar their legs looked. Of course, it should not have been a surprise. Even with all that Tarkatan blood, Mileena was still her clone. It would only make sense for them to be largely identical. She was only surprised because Mileena made it very easy to forget that little fact.



Kitana and Mileena moved closer and closer, awkwardly and uncertainly. In truth, Kitana didn't have too much experience with tribadism and much preferred to 69 when it came to mutual lesbian pleasure. But that just really wasn't much of an option with Mileena, so instead their glistening pussies inched closer to one another until they kissed when their bodies finally met.



Kitana gasped when her sensitive folds pressed against Mileena's, a small shiver of pleasure running through her naked body. She paused for a moment to try and adjust, but Mileena did not. Kitana's masked clone moved her hips slowly, grinding her pussy against Kitana's. That one small shiver of pleasure was followed by many more, spreading out through the Edenian's body, making it glow with lust.



It occurred to Kitana that perhaps Mileena knew what she was doing far better than she did. After all, nobody would ask Mileena to go down on them, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with her gloriously pink pussy. It was all too easy to imagine her tribbing with the girls (and even easier to imagine her pulling down her mask at the moment of her partner's climax).



It seemed she was going to lose after all. But at least she'd lose with dignity. There was no shame in having an orgasm. Besides, this would only motivate her to become even better at pleasuring others in ways she'd neglected before - especially if Sheeva did turn her into a complete sex slave. So really, there was no downside.



Of course, that didn't mean she was just going to give up either. As tempted as she was to just let Mileena stimulate her, Kitana began moving her hips in return, grinding herself against her masked clone. Mileena giggled and moaned, which cheered the Edenian up somewhat. Perhaps she stood a chance after all.



Not a very big chance, though. Mileena wasn't the only one moaning. The feel of her altered clone's pussy pressing and rubbing and caressing her own filled her with pleasure without end. No shifting of positions, no pause for breath, only their naked, largely identical bodies grinding against one another, constantly fueling the lustful fire within her, forcing her own pleasured moans from her lips.



Before long the air of the arena was filled with the erotic noise from Kitana's lips and Mileena's maw. Or so it seemed to Kitana. To her, the arena was getting smaller, centering solely around the point where her body met Mileena's; a small bubble where only they existed, pussy against pussy, clit against cl-



Kitana screamed with pleasure, almost drowning out Mileena's triumphant laughter. She didn't know how she'd managed it, but she could feel her twisted clone's clit rubbing against her own. Suddenly the former princess found herself adrift on a rumbling volcano of pleasure. She wasn't even trying to hold back or stay in control, instead putting all her effort into staying conscious. Nobody had ever rubbed against her clitoris that directly that suddenly, not with tongue or cock or fingers. She'd expected their session to become faster, more intense, more passionate as they ground their pussies against one another with ever greater desperation. She'd never expected something like this. Had never even imagined the possibility. The only reason her suddenly overstimulated body hadn't come yet was because it hadn't had time to process what was happening to her.



But then a thought crawled out of the lustful screaming that filled Kitana's mind. It was old and dark and promised her victory. Hers wasn't the only clit being stimulated. The fire burning within her must've been consuming Mileena's body as well. Perhaps the half-breed had gambled on her being so surprised she'd be powerless to stop herself from coming. Instead she was still in the... 'fuck'... and her rival was doubtlessly close to the edge as well. All she needed was a little push and she'd win after all.



"You... enjoy... your... your sister's pussy?" Kitana hissed.



"What?" Mileena panted, her yellow eyes unfocused.



"You like your sister's clit?" Kitana managed in one rushed breath.



"Yes," Mileena breathed.



"Then... come for... for me," Kitana panted. "Come for your sister."



"Yes," Mileena laughed. "Yes. Yes!"



The effect was more than Kitana would've hoped for if she'd been able to hope for anything. Mileena flung her head back and cried with pleasure, her whole body shaking with the orgasm rushing through her. As she came, her quivering body still rubbed against Kitana's and soon the Edenian princess found herself falling into lust after her. Moaning without a single pause for breath, Kitana came together with twisted clone. Climactic bliss lifted her up into the Heavens of pleasure, only to make the eventual fall harder and more painful.



Only once Kitana came down, panting for breath, Mileena still giggling in post-orgasmic bliss, did it really hit her.



What had she done?



Kitana untangled herself from Mileena's body and stood up with indecent. She saw Sheeva walk towards the edge of the podium to offer her words of congratulations. She heard her voice, but the words didn't register and not because Mileena giggled too loudly.



Kitana felt... empty. She'd called Mileena her sister and hadn't meant it. Kitana was almost certain Mileena's affection for her was sincere, twisted as it was. She probably really did genuinely think of her as her sister. And she'd ruthlessly exploited that belief and for what? To win.



If she'd lost simply because Mileena was better at sex than she was, Kitana had no doubt it would be her lying in the sand, giggling and glowing and content in post-orgasmic bliss. Instead she'd won and she felt terrible about it.



Kitana looked up, wondered if maybe she could protest to Sheeva, to give Mileena the win. But her Shokan Empress had already left.



Kitana turned away and slowly began walking towards the exit of the arena, Mileena's giggling haunting her the entire way.



It sounded mocking.



Perhaps it was.