Disclaimer: This is a lesbian fan fiction based on the Mortal Kombat world. I do not own Mortal Kombat or its characters, nor do I make any money on this writing. I hope you enjoy the story!
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Jacqui Briggs bounced around on the temple dojo, preparing for her next match. The soldier's dark skin glistened with sweat like oiled walnuts. Her hair was black as night and braided into cornrows, tied back tightly into a ponytail that bounced with her motions. Jacqui discarded her army jacket for a form fitting gray tank top that tucked into green camouflage pants. Her leather boots were thick and heavy, but she was still strong enough to kick with ease.
Finely toned muscles flexed each time Jacqui swung one of her steel plated fists. She imagined bones cracking under their superior weight and grinned. Jacqui might not have been the fastest fighter in this deadly tournament, but she more than made up for it with brute force and determination.
The soldier already made short work of Baraka and Kano. One was a monster and the other a pig. Jacqui didn't have the slightest sympathy for either when she bashed each in the face in with her metal gauntlets. Normally that would have been enough for a good nights rest, but this was Mortal Kombat, the deadly tournament that killed most and broke others like rags. Jacqui would have to get through one more battle before she could rest for the night.
Jacqui's voice caught in her throat when her opponent finally arrived. She was expecting another monster, an oaf, maybe even a Shaolin monk. Instead, she got a princess.
Kitana strode through the great oak doors of the dojo, her gait the perfect mix of swagger and elegance. She walked like someone used to dozens of eyes watching her every move; someone who brings rapid parties to a halt with her jaw dropping beauty. If Kitana was surprised to see Jacqui's jaw drop at her entrance, she didn't show it.
The Edenian princess was, in a word, gorgeous. Kitana's jet black hair stretched midway down her back, flowing over smooth olive skinned shoulders. Apart from her sparkling diamond drop earrings, all of Kitana clothes were made from the finest azure silks, befitting one of her royal station. She wore an assassin's mask that obscured most of her face from her chin to just above her nose. It accentuated her piercing gray eyes and transformed her face from pretty to exotic. A halter top fit snugly over her soft breasts, criss-crossing along her torso to meet her skirt, a flowing loin cloth that swooshed over her lovely legs as she walked, the heels of her thigh-high boots clopping softly on the floor. Elegant gloves covered her hands and hugged her forearm all the way up to her elbow. Kitana's clothes would have been nothing, however, without her ravishing hourglass figure and her smooth olive skin. Blue silks did little to conceal either but served to excite and intrigue
"Jacqueline Briggs," Kitana finally said once she stepped upon the wooden floor of the dojo. Her voice was authoritative but feminine, her tone commanding. Merely hearing the Edenian Princess speak her name sent a shiver rushing down Jacqui's spine like wildfire.
"Princess," Jacqui replied, attempting to shake the shivers out of her arms. She wanted to sound as nonchalant as she could, but it was hard to keep her eyes from wandering to Kitana's glorious curves. Jacqui's heart raced as she felt the embers within her core spark to life. How could she possibly fight this woman, the soldier wondered, when all she wanted was to be ravished by her all night long?
"Has anyone ever told you it is impolite to stare?" Kitana asked, arching a finely sculpted eyebrow.
"Fairly sure you wouldn't dress like a sex goddess if you didn't want me to stare," Jacqui retorted with a smirk. She might have been wildly horny for the princess, but her wit still came naturally.
"Hmph," Kitana's eyes narrowed. The Edenian princess dropped seamlessly into an elegant fighting stance. "You will learn respect!"
"I'm a quick study," Jacqui retorted, lifting her steel gauntlets in front of her face. The soldier was ready to fight, but part of her longed to find out just what lesson the princess wanted to teach her.
It didn't take long to find out. Kitana sprang into action in a blur, sending a roundhouse kick ripping through the air toward Jacqui's midsection. The soldier just managed to push Kitana's leg away but staggered backward from the force of the blow. She bit her lip to suppress the pain. The princess was stronger than she looked.
"Someone wants to play rough.." Jacqui muttered as she blocked another spinning kick from the princess. The soldier tried grab hold of Kitana's leg, but the Outworld assassin was too fast. Each time, she somehow managed to slink her way out of Jacqui's grasp, only to launch an elegant kick or a quick jab dangerously close to Jacqui's face.
Jacqui parried blow after blow. She avoided the devastating hits, but each block sapped a little more strength from her arms and legs. Small stings added up to a throbbing pain in her limbs. The soldier was on the defensive, beginning to feel sluggish. She knew that if she didn't find an opening soon, she was lost.
When Kitana opened up after a wide crescent kick, Jacqui took her chance. The soldier balled her steel covered fist and lunged for the princess's gut. In that brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Jacqui smirked when she saw Kitana's gray eyes widen with surprise, but to her astonishment, her fist hit nothing but air. There was no satisfying crack; no pretty picture of the princess writhing in pain on the floor. Jacqui could only gasp as Kitana whirled around her side and landed a devastating palm strike on the back of her head. The world spun around her, and she fell to her knees.
The next thing Jacqui knew, there was a clank of steel and Kitana had whirled around in front of her. The princess held her pair of deadly blue fans high above her. The steel blades gleamed in the firelight of the dojo, and sent a shiver of cold dread down Jacqui's spine. The soldier's eyes widened in horror, a knot forming in her delicate throat as she stared up at the beautiful but deadly assassin.
"N-no.. please!" Jacqui begged, her soft brown eyes welling up with white hot tears.
"Spare me the sniveling, girl," Kitana replied. She stared down at Jacqui and held one fan close to her throat. "Give me one good reason I should let you live."