Bloodlust/Surrender

Sub-Zero watched his student scurry off with more than a little concern. He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but Frost's normally cool demeanor was gone. In fact, she kept looking around as she walked, like she was certain something was going to jump out of the shadows.

He sighed heavily and turned away from his fearful protégé, only to come face to face with what she feared. The blood was clearly visible on Sareena's bared canines. More blood was smeared across her lips and chin, causing her to look more like a vampire than a demon, and he couldn't help but wonder whose it was and how it got there. It was her eyes that unnerved him the most. They just weren't…natural.

Several heartbeats later the two still stood staring at each other; Sub-Zero watching the she demon nervously, and Sareena calmly observing her prey. But the status quo changed rapidly so fast that the Lin Kuei could only react instinctively. He saw the flash of movement and pulled his torso back, pulling his arms up to protect his vital organs, only to find that he had not protected the proper organ.

The other Masters were known to joke that Sareena had the Grandmaster by the balls. This was the first time it was literal.

Fortunately for the Grandmaster and his dignity, there was no one in the hallway to see the almost comical look of surprise mixed with more than a little fear on his face. Afraid to pull away lest the she-demon increase her already powerful grip, he stood like a statue in shock. Sareena, for her part was wearing a predator's grin, the blood still oozing slowly from an open would on her lip. The hint of a grin on her slitted eyes made Sub-Zero think that maybe this wasn't quite the same monster Frost had faced minutes before.

The next move belonged to Sareena, but she was taking her time about it, no doubt savoring the moment of power. Between her feral grin, face pain and blood stained costume, she looked more like a crazed dominatrix than fugitive from the Netherealm. At least that what Sub-Zero thought idly as he silently begged any god who was listening to send him some help.

No help came, however, even as Sareena prolonged his discomfort. The heat of her hand was beginning to have an effect on his body, even as he tried to convince himself that no matter how many private fancies of the she-demon he had, now was neither the time nor the place. Sareena must have felt the change in his body posture, but merely continued to watch him carefully, an act that brought the image of a cat playing with it's food to Sub-Zero's mind. But then she must have sensed his attention was waning, because he felt an almost gentle squeeze.

His body really began to react involuntarily, even as he inwardly protested. The last thing he wanted was to encourage the she-demon in any way, shape or form. Sareena once again seemed to know that his mind wasn't fully on her again, because she squeezed again. Impossible as it seemed, her grin grew even wider as she watched her captive squirm uncomfortably.

The seconds ticked by slowly.

Staring at Sareena did no good, so he tried to concentrate just past her shoulder in an effort to distract himself, but she wasn't going to be put off. It was then that he realized that she could probably sense his pheromones in her animalistic state. He was about to further contemplate this though when Sareena finally made her move and brought her other hand into the equation. The muscles in his stomach tightened against his will, even as he felt his inner heat rising.

'Fuck,' he thought simply enough, and a quick look at Sareena revealed a knowing smirk. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted. She could feel his rising heat as easily as he felt her hands, even through the padding of his costume.

The situation was rapidly getting out of control, and he could feel himself sweating despite the low ambient temperature. He was wondering briefly how much damage Sareena could possibly do if he took a chance on pulling away, when she reached up with one and arm and shoved him against the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of him. At another time he might have found the sharp contrast between the cold stone of the walls and her warm hands pleasing, but now he was too busy grasping for air.

Sareena wasn't about to let him recover either, and she pressed her svelte body up against him tightly, never letting go of him, and crushed her lips against his. Her mouth tasted metallic, and Sub-Zero remembered her still bleeding lip and then the blood he had wiped from his students mouth. Had Sareena done to Frost what she was doing to him now? He shook the thought from his head and cursed as he realized he was unconsciously pressing his hips back into Sareena's waiting hands.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Sareena forced her tongue into his mouth. The taste of blood was stronger now as their tongues intertwined, and he briefly wondered if he too was bleeding.

Pushing against Sareena only caused her to push back with one arm while using her other hand to hold his head. Momentarily relieved that her hands were cradling body parts less sensitive, he soon realized that the slow rock of her pelvis against his was no less stimulating, nor infuriating. She was putting pressure in all the right places every time she moved.

It was quickly becoming more and more difficult to ignore the feelings between his legs and in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept with a woman, and taking care of himself was just not the same.

As if once again sensing his inner struggle, Sareena pressed he leather clad breasts against the flesh left bare by his costume, while her mouth stifled the quiet moan that escaped his lips. The soft fullness evident even beneath and he longed to see what the looked like. He was so lost in the sensation that he barely felt Sareena pulling on his arm until he was completely off balance. Another tug sent him stumbling enough that he moved several feet before he was slammed back into the cold wall. He barely had time to realize that wall seemed much smoother when he heard a click and the door he was leaning against opened, sending both he and Sareena tumbling to the ground. The last glimpse he caught of Sareena was her crawling over him before the door clicked shut again and plunged the room into total darkness.

Backing up led him to bang into what felt like shelving, while some items clattered ominously overhead. If he had to guess where they were, he would have said a storeroom, but currently his attention was on the she-demon advancing up his body. He couldn't see her in the dark, but he could feel her weight settle lightly on his stomach. Not seeing what she was going to do put him at a distinct advantage. He wasn't positive, but he would hazard a guess that Sareena had some form or night vision.

Her hands were on his chest now, pulling on the straps that made up the top of his costume. His concern was more for the dragon amulet still attached to one side, and he was almost relieved that her intentions lay more towards undressing him than appropriating it. Finally she tugged hard enough to pull one side off of his shoulder. Too impatient to repeat the process, she merely tore the leather of the other side neatly in half, making him wince in the process as her nails raked his flank.

Resting her hands on his shoulders, she slowly slid herself down his body until her heat was resting on his own. He was wondering what she was up to until she used her hands to steady herself and started a gentle rolling motion with her hips. A wave of pleasure swept over Sub-Zero, and he didn't even bother to suppress the low moan that followed it. He was more than rock hard now, and the friction felt fantastic, even as it made him feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend. For a minute the only audible noise was his own heavy breathing as he followed the urge to rock in rhythm with Sareena.

He was past caring what happened now, and as much as he hated the entire situation, he was beginning to think that he might as well enjoy it. Alert as ever, Sareena sensed the change in body language and ground her pelvis down in a figure eight. Su-Zero found his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, although he couldn't remember moving them from his sides.

Then Sareena was moving down his body again and he reluctantly relinquished his grip. She fumbled at the waist of his pants, yanking on them until she worked them down enough to free her prize, which she grabbed hold of immediately. Both hands gripped his shaft tightly, and he moaned again at her touch.

He was completely aroused, and Sareena held the proof of it in her hands. She was stroking his full length slowly, relishing the power she had over him. One hand came up to squeeze his head, and he shuddered slightly at the sensation the simple motion sent through him. Chuckling softly at his reaction, Sareena took her warm weight completely off of him, leaving him to wonder what she was up to.

The wait wasn't long at all as he felt her pull back his foreskin and take the head fully into her soft mouth. The feeling was incredible as she continued to stroke his shaft at the same time. He narrowly resisted the urge to thrust more of himself between her lips. The last thing he wanted to do was offend the she-demon and get bitten. He settled instead for a subtle rock of his hips to indicate his pleasure.

Either Sareena was feeling quite benevolent or she was more intent on dominating him than anything else because she obliged him and took enough of him in that he felt himself rub against the back of her throat all the while working her tongue against his shaft.

Her mouth was hotter than almost anything he had experienced before, and the need to come rose almost immediately. Sareena began taking him deeply in her throat, expertly running her tongue along him as he slid out before sucking him back in. It was all he could do to just hold back and enjoy the feeling.

Burying his hands in her silky hair, he tried to moan out her name and warn her he was going to come, but the ability to form coherent words was beyond him, as all the blood was between his legs. Sareena was reading him again though, and took him deep in her throat as he came and jerked beneath her.

Even through the after spasms, he began to think about what on Earth he was going to do next. Sareena had not been satisfied in any sense of the word, and he had just taken himself out of the action for a few minutes. The she-demon seemed content with anything so long as his attention was fixed solely on her. Nuzzling up to one side, she threw her legs over his and buried her face in his neck, purring like a kitten. She was still rocking her hips though, leaving it quite clear that she was by no means finished.

When motor control finally returned to Sub-Zero, he rolled to one side to face Sareena, only to become entangled in his half removed pants, which he hastily kicked off with the accompanying boots. Sareena seemed pleased with the results and reached down to caress the newly revealed skin. When he went to return the favor, she moaned softly and pressed herself into his hands.

Taking this as a sign to continue, he fought with the laces of her top for a minute before giving up and just pulling the top beneath her breasts, letting them spill out. She murmured happily in response, and pushed her soft, smooth flesh against him, allowing him easy access. He ducked his head to kiss her neck, and she wrapped her muscular arms around his head, trapping him there.

Her scent surrounded him, and he was surprised to find that despite the blood, dirt and sweat she still smelled sweet. He could feel her pulse against his lips, and took a playful nip at her collarbone. She pushed down on his head, and he let her guide him down to her cleavage. They were firm but yielding as he brushed his lips against them, and he paused to draw one of her nipples into his mouth. Sareena's grip on the back of his head tightened as she tried to get him to mouth more of her. He smiled against her skin and used one hand to tweak her other nipple, drawing a growl from the she-demon.

Switching tactics, he trailed one finger down her taut stomach, over one hip down to her knee, just grazing her still covered sex before taking the reverse path on the opposite side. He repeated the process as he switched nipples, and Sareena thrust her hips at him as he reached the apex of her legs, but he merely continued his path. She groaned in frustration and her hands kneaded into his scalp as her hips tried vainly to follow his movements as he began to trace patterns on one inner thigh, then the other.

At last he gave in to keep her from becoming annoyed and brushed his fingers over her mound. She sighed immediately and her death grip on his head released slightly as he pulled her undergarments to one side. Slipping a finger between her outer lips, he marveled at how completely wet she was, soaked to almost dripping. As he fondled her, her hands slid off his head and down his shoulders, allowing him to finally unbury his face.

He took a bit of her own moisture with him as he slid upward, searching for her clit. She groaned so loudly when he found it that she startled him. Playing idly with it for a moment, he soon slipped a finger back between her lips as she pushed her sex at him. She was so wet that the digit slid inside her easily, and a second one followed. Her inner muscles were clutching at him almost as tightly as the fingers she was digging almost painfully into his neck. What those muscles might do to other bits of anatomy intrigued him. She was more vocal than he was and was moaning loudly with every thrust of his fingers. Still hanging onto his shoulders with one arm, she crushed his face into her chest again.

Lipping at the proffered skin, he felt himself stirring slightly again as the demon lying against him squirmed and mewed. Her legs were splayed lewdly over his and feeling her leather boots he realized that she was still fully dressed. He propped himself up on one arm. She protested as he pulled his hands free of her, but lifted her hips when she felt him tugging at her 'skirt'. He slid them down, dragging her undergarments with them. Unlike his earlier attempts, Sareena managed to undo her top within moments as she realized what he was doing.

Apparently satisfied with her state of undress, she drew herself up on her still boot-covered knees and yanked himself up to a seated position. She straddled his legs and he felt her wetness on his still soft manhood as she drew his torso to his own. The feel of her hot, dripping sex against his was delicious, and he was swelling again slowly beneath her. They were rocking each other again in a sort of primal foreplay, and his length was soon sliding against her slit, producing an incredible soft, wet, hot friction. They were both moaning loudly now, and when his erection finally hit home and slid in past the head, she howled and pushed him flat back, knocking his head and shoulders against the shelving.

Using his bent knees for leverage, she rode him savagely. Their flesh was making obscene slapping noises as it came together, and he was almost certain that someone would investigate the racket they were making. Not that he cared since his attention was riveted on the she-demon desperately taking him for all he was worth. She was groaning and grunting every time she took him in and when he reached up to play with her breasts, she nearly screamed.

Her muscles were gripping him so tightly it almost hurt, and he was banging against her cervix every time she thrust herself down on him. Still, her movements were getting jerkier, and it was no surprise when she came quickly and violently, his cock still buried deep in her belly. She collapsed on his stomach still spasming, but he wasn't finished and pushed her off none too gently.

She rolled over to her hands and knees once she touched the cold floor, which was precisely what he wanted her to do in the first place. The howl she let out when he pushed back into her was so loud that he was afraid he had actually hurt her, but she pushed her hips back at him wantonly. Her weight shifted and he felt her fingers brush his shaft as she reached back to finger her clit.

The tiny space echoed with a combination of howls and slapping bodies that was oddly erotic. He rutted into her with such forced that she skittered a little on the floor and had to struggle to keep from face planting. However, he was past caring what she was doing, and barely noticed when she orgasmed again, squeezing him with her internal walls. The growing feeling was finally too much to ignore, and he reluctantly pulled himself from her hot sex and shot on her back.

Exhausted, he let himself fall back, enjoying the cool floor on his flushed skin. Sareena collapsed in the opposite direction, seemingly completely exhausted because she didn't move.

When his breathing finally returned to normal, he attempted to find the shreds of his uniform, a task that proved quite difficult to his less than coordinated limbs. Putting them on proved a task that was almost comical. He would have laughed at himself if he hadn't been so concerned with the fact a student might blunder in and find him naked and sweaty, in a supply closet, with a semen covered demon. Even the slowest of the recruits could figure out what had transpired.

Once reassured that he was dressed for the most part, he stood up slowly. The she-demon wasn't disturbed; in fact, she was starting to snore softly. He cautiously opened the door and was nearly blinded by the light pouring in. Beneath him Sareena rolled over, but made no motion to stop him from exiting.

The door barely had time to click shut behind him before Smoke came barreling down the corridor. The cyborg looked the Grandmaster up and down and asked, "What the hell happened to you?"

Sub-Zero looked down at his bloodied and torn uniform and sighed. He didn't want to think about what the rest of him looked like. "You don't want to know," he answered finally.

"We heard this awful howling and banging. My first thought was to look for Frost, but one for the novices said she was taking a shower," Smoke explained. "He also said she was distressed."


"I know. Sareena attacked us both. She went a little mad," Sub-Zero paused and sighed again. "I was hoping you would show up sooner."

"No one heard you calling for help," Smoke sounded a little confused.

"I guess I didn't. I was a little preoccupied."

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine…but I would suggest leaving this closet alone."

Smoke nodded slightly, then turned slowly, as if he wasn't quite sure of his friend's suggestion. He left Sub-Zero in the hallway, wondering why his friend hadn't called for help.

The Grand Master was wondering the same thing.