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The Lin Kuei had a code, a stupid one, but a code nonetheless: The practice of celibacy before marriage. This was set in place to prevent members from forming meaningless attachments, fathering bastards, and most importantly, to instill discipline over one’s pleasure— or so she had been told.
It was a flawed code, obviously. Desire is what drove humans, especially men. What good would it do to deny them life’s simple pleasures? Of course, no one in the clan took it seriously. Sareena knew more than a few of her brothers had frequented the pleasure house in the village over. Madam Bo’s women were said to be most beautiful in all of Earthrealm, and if Cyrax were to be believed, even Tomas and Kuai Liang were guilty of visiting.
Bi-Han was different.
There were never any rumors about him visiting the pleasure house. No secret rendezvous, past nor present affairs, nothing. He was the perfect example of Lin Kuei discipline. Sareena assumed it was because he was the eldest, therefore expected to inherit the title of Grandmaster—he was to lead by example.
And that he did.
Not even Sareena could tempt him, not from her lack of trying, she would flirt, yet her forwardness would go mostly ignored.
“I like your uniform Bi-Han!” A grunt.
“Bi-Han you’re so strong.” A nod.
“Bi-Han, harder, I need it harder.” He had refused to help her stretch after that one.
It hadn't exactly been a secret that Sareena had feelings for him. She blamed it partially on her excessive gratitude, he had saved her life in more ways than one. It also didn’t hurt that he had a body sculpted by the Elder Gods themselves— with biceps that she wanted to sink her teeth into and a face that should be kissed, often.
She knew she wasn’t alone in her desire either. When they were together, there was a spark between them, palpable electricity, unspoken yearning in their chemistry. She had also caught him staring at her lips, tits, and ass on occasion—when he thought she hadn’t noticed.
She absolutely had.
It was fine with her. She had the patience of a saint, ironically. He could feast his eyes all he wanted to. And whenever he decided to give in to that little voice inside his head, to the blood pumping hot in his veins…
Well.
She’d wait.
All she had was time.
Cyrax cursed under his breath the moment Sareena pushed his hand down on the table, the cheers of her brothers and sisters thundered as more gold coins flooded into her cup. The walls of the old meditation room where they were all gathered shook from the uproar.
Sareena laughed, her tail latching onto her teacup before bringing it over to her mouth to take a sip.
“Would anyone else care to step forward, make my night?” She asked, looking around the room before her eyes landed on a familiar scolding face.
Well, fuck!
“Gambling in a place of peace and meditation, do any of you know shame?” Bi-Han’s voice thundered through the room as he stood right by the entrance.
Sareena quickly morphed back into her human form—her cup of tea spilling onto the floor as members started to flee the room. Bi-Han stood back glaring at them as they passed him, one by one they fled, until only she remained.
Cowards!
She rolled her eyes at him as he slid the door shut behind him.
“You loathe meditation!” She hissed as he strode toward her.
“Yes, but they are unaware of that.” He said, taking a seat across from her.
She shook her head, annoyed. “I was winning decently before you came barging in by the way.” She said, grabbing her cup of winnings and shaking it, the coins jingling.
“How unfortunate, you’ll have little to spend on contraband during your next visit into town.” He said, flexing his arm before placing it down elbow first on the table.
Sareena smiled, placing her cup down.
Well of course.
“Still waiting for you to return my mp3 player.” She said, grabbing his extended hand.
“You’ll be waiting a long time.” He snickered.
Sareena shook her head, smiling, “One, two…”
“Three.” He finished for her.
Their hands locked as they started to push against one another. Sareena could tell almost immediately he wasn’t using all his strength.
“If I win, I get my mp3 player back.” She said between her teeth.
He shook his head, “and if I win?”
“A single coin, but only because I’m feeling generous.”
Sareena then felt the sharp points of ice particles brushing against her palm, skin to skin it stung, like little needles.
Oh? Motherfu—
He smirked as she pushed back with more force, his hand swaying down before righting itself.
“I know you can do better than that, morph back if you must.” He said.
She shook her head, “too much energy.” She said.
There was some truth to it—what she hadn’t mentioned was that her time away from the Netherrealm had hindered her ability to morph freely, and while she could tap into it, it would take several more days before she could fully morph again.
“Let me see you, the real you.” He persisted, their hands shaking as they battled for dominance. Ice started to climb up his arm and she knew she would have to push harder.
Sareena grunted, she could feel her eyes changing, her vision shifting as her horns started to protrude through the skin of her forehead, her nails growing longer as she focused on her inner strength.
He always knew how to push her.
It only took shifting her eyes from their locked hands to his face for her to falter. Sareena watched as his face softened, his lips parting in awe as he looked at her.
Oh.
He hadn’t—he hadn’t ever looked at her like that before.
“Incredible— look at you.” He whispered, and she could feel that he meant it. “You’re magnificent.” He said.
Sareena felt her face warm up, her heart thumping harder in her chest, faster. He had never commented on it before. A tiny part of her had thought that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t liked it—but now, to hear him praise it? Something within her moved, fluttering back and forth in her stomach, her eyes falling to his lips.
She hadn’t even felt her hand sway down until it was pressed flat against the surface of the table.
Sareena closed her eyes, annoyed. Stupid sexual attraction. He released her hand before reaching over to her cup of coins. “I believe this—“ he said, taking a single golden coin, “is mine.
She shook her head, folding her arms, watching as he pocketed the winning before rounding the table to stand over her. To her surprise he cupped her chin before tipping it up.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, his finger tapping on her horn.
“No,” she chuckled, “—tickles a little when you do that.” His eyebrows shot up, surprised. His face was always so expressive, even when his words were not. He rubbed his finger over the horn some more, forcing her to grab his wrist and hold him still.
“Now that’s a different kind of tickle.” She whispered. His cheeks filled with heat, turning a deep shade of pink as he blushed and she couldn’t help but giggle. It was his turn to roll his eyes, pulling his hand away. “You say things to provoke a reaction out of me.” He said.
“One of my favorite hobbies.” She continued to laugh as he shook his head, “don’t you have training to attend to?” He asked.
Sareena narrowed her eyes, her giggle caught in her throat, “Yes Grandmaster.” She teased, watching as his cheeks flushed even darker, the pink spreading to his nose and the tip of his ears.
Oh. He liked that.
He liked that very much.
She moved slowly, their bodies brushing up against each other as she stood up, their eyes locked. A stretch of time passed before their eyes eventually fell to each other’s lips.
They always play this game.
“You should turn in—before I confiscate your earnings for gambling within the Temple walls.” He said, breathing deeply.
Here he goes again, wanting to push her away the moment things start to get interesting.
“I should go then...” She said, grabbing her cup of winnings before taking a few steps away from him, “…wouldn’t want you to punish me.” She winked, teasing him further before turning around to leave. She could feel his eyes burning a hole through her back as she walked away.
It wasn’t until she had turned in for the night, walking into her chambers exhausted, ready to shower and rest that she noticed something on her bed.
Nestled over her sheets was her mp3 player, a note attached to it.
“I was feeling generous.” Is all it said. Sareena smiled.
Oh, Bi-Han.
It was incredibly rare for Bi-Han to get injured during a mission, hence her shock to see him barging through the courtyard toward her, demanding medical attention.
Sareena shot up from her place on the yoga mat, pushing herself up to stand from her position on the ground.
Well, this was unexpected.
She pointed to a nearby bench for him to sit and reached underneath it, grabbing a spare medical kit.
Untying the cloth he had wrapped around his arm she assessed his injury, wincing as she looked over his torn flesh, revealing the bloody muscle beneath. He was going to need stitching. Preparing the necessary tools she began her work on him.
He hissed as soon as the needle punctured his skin. “Would you hold still?” She tsked, readjusting the needle. She knew she hadn’t hurt him, his tolerance for pain was far too high.
“Am I a guinea pig, Sareena?” he grumbled.
“Maybe a grumpy one.” She whispered as he turned his eyes to glare at her. She could feel the burn of his stare as she held back a laugh, trying to focus on her needlework.
“What happened?” She asked as he faced away again.
“A razor hat.”
“Some guy with a razor hat did this to you?” She asked, surprised, her fingertips bloody as she pulled his flesh together.
“An incompetent fool who is no more.” He replied coolly.
She nodded, “I wish you wouldn’t insist on going alone— I am more than capable of accompanying you now.”
“You are not ready.” he said, shaking his head.
She frowned, resisting the urge to yank the thread as she worked. She was never ready.
“I’ve been training really hard lately…” She rebutted.
“And in more time your combat will be perfected.” He said. She sucked her teeth and remained silent. It wouldn’t be worth arguing over, once his mind was made up, it was like arguing with a wall. He wouldn’t budge.
She finished the stitching, cleaning the dried blood around his wound before applying ointment. Then she grabbed the gauge from the kit, moving his arm up as she wrapped around it a few times before securing it with a knot.
“There!” She said, proudly, “Shouldn’t take too long to heal.” holding his arm she examined her work. Then, without thinking, she leaned down and pressed her lips against the wrapping, giving it a kiss.
Bi-Han stilled— she didn’t know what had possessed her to do that. She pulled back and looked at him, noticing the way he blushed as he gawked at her. Sareena swallowed standing up straight, almost embarrassed, grateful no one else was around.
“I heard somewhere that kisses help wounds heal faster.” She said, blushing too. Great. She sounded like an idiot. She needed to stop watching romance movies with Frost, they gave her too many unrealistic ideas.
His eyes softened, “becoming superstitious Reena?” he asked, immediately making her feel better by using her pet name.
“Only if it works in this case.” She said, grabbing the wrappers and tissue to trash as he stood up. He looked over his arm, inspecting her handiwork and tugging on the knot.
“You’ve improved.” He said.
The Lin Kuei were taught how to apply basic medical treatment. Sareena had struggled in the beginning with needlework. It was as close to a compliment as she’ll get.
“You like that? You should see me pop a dislocated shoulder back into place.” She said, dusting her hands before placing them on her hips.
He turned to her giving her a once over, ignoring her joke. “I should go, report on the mission.”
“I should go too—meditate.” she said, pointing to the mat on the ground.
He raised his eyebrows, “Ah, yes. Meditation. You were half asleep.” He snipped.
“You say sleep, I say resting my mind.” She said, pointing between them. He shook his head, smiling, sometimes she said things that were so very… her.
“Thank you.” He said.
“What would you do without me?” She smiled.
He stared at her for a moment, both of them thinking what they wouldn’t say out loud.
What if he hadn’t freed her?
Neither of them wanted to know.
It had been a joke obviously—one she fully intended on repaying back with equal if not harsher measure.
While on patrol, a duty each member was required to do, she had cross paths with both Kuai Liang and Tomas. She hadn't thought anything of it when her brothers had mentioned to her that they wanted to show her something hidden in the forest near the Temple.
A true Lin Kuei secret.
She should have known better, they had tended to play rather harshly with one another. It was how she found herself plunged into a half-frozen lake, gasping for breath at the surface. Sareena swam over to the edge of the lake as quickly as she could, pushing past ice before crawling out, her fingernails digging into the hard dirt as she coughed.
Sareena had never known cold quite like this, her human body was in shock. Her natural heat and power hindered in the Arctika, the cold biting her flesh. She tried to focus on her inner power to summon fire, warmth, but couldn’t.
Something was echoing in her ears and she looked up. It was her name falling from his lips. Bi-Han rushed over to her, placing an arm behind her back as she shivered.
Where had he come from?
“Are you harmed?” He asked, his voice thick with worry.
She shook her head, her arms crossing over her chest. “Fr—freezing.” she said between chattering teeth.
His eyes snapped over to his brothers, “get back to patrolling!” He scolded.
They had the decency to apologize before walking away, both clearly embarrassed.
“Come.” Bi-Han said to her, leading her away.
The walk back to her chambers was nothing short of painful. The cold sharp and stinging, and though she clung to Bi-Han, it hadn’t helped.
Once inside her chambers he left her by the door, walking past her bed into her washroom. With shaking hands she removed her jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy splat, she couldn’t stop shaking. The sound of water running made her look up as he reappeared.
Bi-Han stared at her concerned as she hugged herself, “will you be alright?” He asked.
“M-my clothes—please, help me take them off.” She asked. He blinked as if he was unsure, then nodded before stepping closer to her.
Shaking, Sareena lifted her arms as he reached for the hem of her shirt, he carefully pulled it up, peeling the wet top away before dropping it to the floor.
Of course, she hadn’t worn a bralette, her perky breasts were completely exposed, her skin wet and her pretty little brown nipples hard. He had to force his eyes away before kneeling before her, helping her out of her boots one at a time as she held onto his shoulders for support.
"My pants too, please." she said, still shaking. She watched as he inhaled sharply, nodding again as he helped her unbutton her pants. Hooking his fingers into the clinging fabric he pulled down. Of course, she hadn’t worn any underwear either. She kept herself well trimmed, that much he could tell before redirecting his focus— she lifted one leg then the other, until finally, she was fully naked.
His eyes slowly wondered up, avoiding her cunt to the best of his ability, and locking with hers.
Sareena shivered, the look in his eyes… she knew that look.
She crossed her arms over her chest as he slowly stood up, towering over her. It had been so long since she had felt exposed.
The Netherrealm hadn’t taught her modesty, Bi-Han had. Even now she could recall the look of shock on his face the first time she took her clothes off in front of him, the day he had presented her with her uniform.
“Women should never undress in front of men, Sareena.” He had said, quick to hold her uniform against her naked chest, her black leather top on the floor between them.
“Why not?” she asked, curious. Back home, there was never any need for such decency.
“Because— we are not the same.” he said, pointing his finger between their bodies.
“Are you referring to men and women?”
“Yes.”
“Is it because of desire? Is that why?”
“…Yes!”
“Are you saying you desire me?”
He hadn’t answered her then, he had simply left.
“Do you need anything else?” He asked. She considered his words, her body warming up just a bit.
“Maybe help in the bath...” she whispered.
“Sareena…” he sighed, looking away from her, “you know where that’ll lead.”
“Where?” She feigned cluelessness.
He looked back at her and the look in his eyes said it all. She frowned. Every time, Bi-Han.
"Go bathe. The heat will soothe you." he said.
“Thank you.” She whispered lowly, disappointed but not entirely surprised.
He nodded again, and she could see his hesitation as he stepped back before pulling himself away. She watched as he left, closing the door behind him.
By the time she had made it out of the bath, body warm and clean, robe firmly tied around her waist—she found that someone had lit the fireplace in her room, and on her bed was a tray of hot tea waiting for her.
No note.
None was needed.
Bi-Han was avoiding her.
Days had passed then weeks. Every time she had entered a room, walked down a corridor, he was either leaving it or heading in the opposite direction. He was freezing her out, she didn’t know why.
In the time of his avoidance both Kuai Liang and Tomas had approached her to ask for forgiveness. They had settled the score the only way they knew how—with a game of Dou dizhu. Loser had to pay for Dim sum on their next visit into town.
Safe to say she would be saving her coin— the same could not be said for Tomas.
It was while she was in the middle of reading The Art of War in the dining hall, hot tea in her hand, when she had felt a tap on her shoulder.
Her eyes turned up and met Bi-Han. He was there to request that she’d train with him in the courtyard. She had stared wide eyed in a daze before accepting his request, watching as he nodded before walking away.
She had nearly skipped to the courtyard after finishing her drink, ready to put whatever had made him keep his distance behind them.
The sun was just starting to set for the night as she made her way down the stone steps, watching him from a short distance away as he fixed the training mats on the ground.
“Ready to face defeat?” She asked as she approached him. He looked over his shoulder at her, standing up and immediately getting into a defensive position over the mat, “Feeling a bit confident, are we?” Bi-Han asked.
She shrugged playfully before walking over and getting into position herself, “Kuai Liang has taught me a few new tricks to use against you.”
He tsked at her, “My brother has yet to defeat me in combat, you’ll be sorely disappointed by the outcome.”
“Now who’s confident?” She laughed, licking her lips.
“I won’t go easy on you.” He said.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She responded.
…
..
She had spoken too soon.
She had engaged in hand to hand combat with him before, yet something about the way he moved against her felt different, his aggression didn’t feel like they were training.
She was able to block some of his strikes, landing a few blows of her own before he started to use his legs. Before she knew it, the wind was knocked out of her from a leg sweep, a move she should have been able to avoid, with his hand to her neck he followed her down as she landed on her back. “OOF!” She huffed, sucking in a harsh breath, winded.
“Do you surrender?” He asked, leaning over her. Sareena looked up at him, watching as he smirked. His cold fingers flexing around her neck.
She had no way to move.
That was when Kuai Liang’s words came to her mind.
“Use your feminine charm.”
“That wouldn’t work, have you met your brother?” She had told him.
“You truly don’t notice the power you hold over him?”
Sareena had remembered thinking that Tundra had gotten whacked one-too-many times in the head.
She had no power over Bi-Han.
And yet.
Reaching up she wrapped her hand over his wrist, her fingers caressing his skin. “To you, I’ll only ever surrender to you.” She whispered submissively, her eyes softening.
His eyebrows shot up, surprised… intrigued . It was enough. Moving quickly she pulled his hand away from her neck, maneuvering her legs to wrap around his waist as she pushed against his chest—rolling him over and onto his back.
He huffed as she leaned over him, “Do you surrender?” she asked, her hands on his chest, a smile spreading across her face.
He looked up at her in shock and she couldn’t help but laugh. It had felt nice, catching him off-guard for once. Slowly she lowered her hips, properly straddling his waist.
Sareena immediately stilled, her giggle caught in her throat as she settled on-top of him. Pressing up against her between her legs was his very evident, incredibly hard dick, as stiff as steel and massive.
Impressive, for a human.
“Oh!” She whimpered, watching him blush. The look of shock on his face shifting to one of embarrassment. She had never seen him look so vulnerable before. Her heart picked up speed, wanting to comfort him. He had no need to feel embarrassed.
Sareena cupped his face, caressing his cheeks, “It’s okay to surrender… just this once.” She whispered. A look of understanding passed his eyes then he reached for her hips. To her surprise he held her tightly, his fingers flexing over her skin.
With her cunt snugged against him she felt the familiar pulse of desire vibrating through her, starting at her core and burning through her body. He was so hard. Slowly, almost cautiously, she started to move her hips, rubbing herself against him. Bi-Han grunted as she moved, his body relaxing, the tension leaving him as desire took over.
“Mmm!” She whimpered, pleasure rising as his hands guided her over him. She watched as he closed his eyes, his face pinched in pleasure.
How many times Bi-Han she thought, how many times had they trained together? How many times had he walked away from her needy and unsatisfied? Bluer than he was before? Is that why he was always pulsing with anger… she had never been a target of his ire, but the same could not be said of the others.
Sareena hadn’t had time to dwell on it as he moved a hand from her waist and reached up, cupping her cheek before pulling her down.
Their lips brushed tentatively, slowly, then gently their mouths pressed together for the first time.
The warmth that had spread through her body before was now an inferno, burning her from the inside out as she kissed him.
His lips were cold and inexperienced, but they were soft, and the taste of lingering tea was sweet, making Sareena feel almost feverish. His mouth opened as he moaned, allowing her to slip her tongue inside to deepen their kiss and when their wet tongues met—Bi-Han didn’t hesitate, he tasted her like a lover would, eagerly and desperately, like he had every right to claim her mouth for his own pleasure.
He then moved his hand from her face to her ass, gripping her tightly, pulling her against his erection. Sareena suddenly started to feel lightheaded—consumed by the rush of her own need, suffocating against his mouth. She was sure that she would allow him to consume her whole if he wanted to.
Slowly she pulled back from the kiss— her lips wet, eyes hazy. “Take me, right here.” She whispered, rubbing her nose against his, “I’m yours.”
It was as if her words had broken a spell, his soft eyes turning cold. Swiftly he lifted her off of his body, maneuvering her to the side and onto the mat as he pulled himself up to stand. She looked up at him in shock, watching as he breathed deeply, his breath frosty.
“That was a mistake.” he said, wiping his lips.
Her face fell, heart dropping, “Don’t do this—it wasn’t.” She rebutted.
He shook his head, taking a step back and away from her. “It was a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.” He said, then he turned and stormed away, leaving a heart-broken Sareena on the ground.
If Sareena had thought he had been freezing her out before, it was nothing compared to how he ignored her after their tryst in the courtyard. Before, she had at least caught sight of him, now, he was no where to be seen. He knew how to keep to the shadows.
Sometimes she could feel him near her, the smell of ice—his ice, was so distinctive, she’d know it anywhere. Sharp, black and minty, it filled her nose with sweetness. While she was trained, while she patrolled, while she slept. And yet, she never caught sight of him.
His shadows haunted her.
She couldn’t understand him. What rules weren’t meant to be broken? What they did was real, raw and natural. He wasn’t some lifeless cyborg, he was a man with blood that pumped hot and a desire that was so very human.
Why would he deny himself… over some stupid code that no one even took seriously?
Then came the mission assignments. No shock to her the assignments he took kept him away from the Temple for months at a time, and with no word on his whereabouts, she was shocked to catch sight of him in one of the many training rooms.
Sareena lingered for a moment, watching in awe as his hand cut clean through brick, through stone, through glass, several times. His pure-unfiltered power moving something innate within her, feminine in its impulsive desire to submit, to be touched by those strong hands again.
And as if he could sense her, feel her eyes on him he turned his head, their eyes locking, his face unreadable. He had a scar on his cheek… when did that happen?
Oh, Bi-Han! She wanted to stroll right up to him and punch him square in the jaw. She wanted to hug him too and ask about his day, what had she missed? Emotions were a weird thing to have.
Pulling her eyes away she hurriedly moved along, back to her chambers.
❅
A unexpected snow storm came barreling in that night. Ice cutting through the air as thunder cracked the dark sky. The window in her room shaking. Nature could be so violent. Sareena had lit several candles, including her fireplace, her room cozy, her own private oasis.
The fire danced around her as she nibbled on her bottom lip, desperately trying to keep her moans at bay. Though with the weather outside this brutal she doubted anyone could hear her through the walls.
It had been so long since she had done this. Seeing him after such a long absence brought back her need, the ache between her legs begging for relief.
Sareena could feel herself edging closer and closer to that sweet release, her fingers soaked as she touched herself. Lost to her pleasure she hadn’t heard the door to her room opening and closing. It was only by the sound of his deep unexpected grunt that she jolted upright in bed, pulling her hands from between her thighs and snapping her legs shut.
“Bi-Han!” She squealed, her heart pounding from shock. She dammed his stealth as he stood staring at her in his sleeping robes.
She didn’t even have time to berate him as he marched over to her, leaning down and picking her up by the waist. Sareena clung to him, squealing, before being placed bottom down on-top of her dresser. She didn’t have time to question what he was doing as he pulled her legs up, her knees bending so that he could settle her feet on the edge of the surface— her thighs spread, pussy on display.
She felt her cheeks heat up as he took a step away from her. His eyes traveled all over her body from her breasts down to the glistening flesh between her legs.
“Do it.” He said, swallowing thickly, his eyes meeting hers, pleading.
“Do—do what?” She asked, breathing deeply.
“Go on, show me. Show me what’s so impossible to abstain from.” He said, his words bitter, yet beneath it all, sad.
The thunder cracked outside and Sareena moved her hand down to cover herself, sighing deeply. “Bi-Han.” She whispered his name, looking away from him. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand, moving it away to expose her again before pressing his forehead to hers. She immediately grabbed onto his robe.
“The pleasure must be great, otherwise what would be the point? Show me, Reena.” He begged. He had never sounded so defeated before.
“Bi-Han, stop!” She said, “this isn’t like you.”
“It’s what you made of me. You would give yourself to me, wouldn’t you? So easily.” He asked, searching her eyes.
That made her angry.
“What would you like me to say? Huh? That I desire you? Yes. That I would give myself to you? Yes. That I was thinking about you, before you walked in? Yes, Bi-Han, yes!” She hissed, tugging on his robe, “you can’t shame me for my desires because you refuse to give into yours.”
He chuckled darkly and she shivered, there was no humor to it. Then he removed her hands from his chest to open his own robes, revealing his bare chest before reaching further down for his pants.
She watched wide eyed as he reached inside, grabbing his dick and pulling himself out. He was massive, that much she knew, rubbed herself against it—but now—seeing it in the flesh, it was more than impressive; pretty, thick and throbbing. Her mouth dropped open as he brought the tip to her pussy, both of them moaning as he moved it past the soft wet flesh between her folds down to her hole.
“It would be so easy wouldn’t it? All I’d have to do is push.” He whispered, his body trembling. Sareena stifled another moan, biting her bottom lip. She looked at where the tip met her pussy, one hard thrust forward and he’d be inside of her.
How many times had she thought about it? Too many times to count. And yet, he hesitated—she could feel that he was battling with himself. His lust competing with his self-loathing. If he took her, fucked her, he would be just like the rest, wouldn’t he?
No longer the perfect example of Lin Kuei discipline, something less.
Human.
She knew what he needed.
Sareena reached up, cupping his face with one hand, her finger grazing the scar on his cheek. “There are other ways, Bi-Han.” She whispered.
Then she reached down with her other hand, wrapping her fingers around his member—his skin smooth, warm and twitching. She pulled it away from her entrance then slowly started to stroke down his length—watching in fascination as his skin moved beneath her fingers.
Bi-Han moaned, pressing his face against her neck, “Reena…” he whispered her name softly. She kissed his cheek, petting his hair as she tugged on him, her grip tightening, his pre-cum lubing her hand as she stroked. He was pulsing in her hand, so heavy and ready. She wondered if he denied himself even this and knew, in fact, he did. Bi-Han would rather get punched in the face than touch his own dick to relieve himself. It saddened her.
He sacrificed so much: his mind, body and soul everyday for this clan, what did he ever get in return?
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she cooed, kissing his face, pumping him harder.
He grunted harshly as she whispered words of endearment, pecking his cheek and pouring her affection into every stroke. Soon enough he was cumming—white hot semen coating her stomach, splattering just above her pussy as he gasped, his body shaking as she continued to pump him through his orgasm.
“That’s it—cum on me Sub-Zero.” She whispered, using his title as he pulled back from her neck and kissed her lips.
Their tongues immediately touched, their mouths moving against one another as their kiss deepened, like friends, like lovers, they comforted each other. She continued to pump until he was emptied, slowing down her hand as he twitched beneath her fingers. Then gently she released him, moving both hands up and petting his hair, hugging him to her body as they continued to kiss. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest as he climbed down from his orgasmic high.
They had stayed embraced for a few minutes before he pulled back from her, his lips wet, eyes so very tired. No words were exchanged as he scooped her up and took her to her bed.
Sareena could feel that their relationship had forever changed as he removed his robe and pants, letting both fall to the floor before he joined her.
He hugged her body, his face nestled against her breasts.
She’d worry about it later.
For now, she’ll let the fire dance and the storm rage.