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Spoilers:  Vengeance (season/series finale).

Rating:  NC-17.

Rayden's Night Out: Aftermath

© 2000, dragon

The very pregnant, large busted, blonde beauty cautiously hauled her awkward bulk around the debris blocking the entrance to the old trading post and slid inside.  She was hot, unkempt and inclined to be short tempered or lachrymose, depending on just how bad the day had been.

Today she wanted to cry.  She rubbed her belly, trying to soothe the vigorously kicking babe within.  Heavens, it was a busy bundle in there. She frowned down at her distended belly.  Prayers had seemed to be particularly lacking in efficacy lately, since the hole in the sky had opened up and poured the ugly hordes of Shao Kahn's armies into EarthRealm.  Yet still she prayed that the child was Ray's or one of the men before him, and not the offspring of those who had used her body since the conquest.  Even in her blue eyed, blonde bimbo lack of brain, she knew that a cross breed would be nothing but heartache for its mother.  And maybe worse.

There were tales that the Immortal Emperor ate babies, especially those of people who had annoyed him.  There were tales that he took babes, ripped from their mothers'  wombs and turned them into his awful warriors.

There were whispers that the Immortal Emperor had killed a god.  A god.   Funny, Ray had said he was a god.  She frowned as she sat on the only remaining chair and tried to ease her back.  God of -- of something.  He was funny.  He was sweet, too.  Even drunk he was the nicest man she'd ever met.

She thought back to that day.  It was easy to remember, it was just before everything went wrong.  It was just before the Immortal Emperor and his horrible warriors broke through and started ripping the world to shreds.  She smiled as she remembered his smile, his unbelievable drinking ability.  Such a slender man to consume all that wine and still be able to stand, much less any of the rest of it.

She smiled to herself, lending light to her countenance.  He had brought her here, to the place Siro had lived with that kinda cute guy who looked worried all the time and that red headed woman who hadn't liked her much. Ah, well, most women didn't like her.  They hadn't been here.  They'd gone up to bed.  She'd figured half an hour at most, as drunk as he was.

Boy, had she been wrong.  And yet, that was the nice part about it.  She closed her eyes and let the memories flow.  Almost, she could still feel his touch.  So strong, yet gentle.  He'd eased her out of her clothes, what little she wore, and it was like he'd discovered some secret jewel.   He'd looked at her, just let his eyes wander over her for a few moments, as though he could get enough of her.  And then.  Ah.  Oh, yes.  And then --





Rayden knew she was beautiful.  She was heavier in the breast than a fighter should be, but she wasn't a fighter, was she.  No, she was heavenly, basic human female.  He drank in the sight of her.  She'd managed to get through her childhood without any major scars.  Her skin was satin to the touch.  Her hair like silk.  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, gently, searching.  She responded, of course.  It was her job, a little voice in the back of his head jabbed at him.  He hruphed it away.

He deepened the kiss, feeling her hands on him, encouraging him.  He caught her hands and held them, a smile playing around his lips.  He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed.  He removed his outer robe and joined her on the bed.  He kissed her.  He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose (which made her giggle), her cheeks, her chin and then her mouth.  Softly, gently, he seduced the lady with his lips, his tongue invading her hot mouth and teasing her.  She kissed him back, reaching for him.  Again, he gently restrained her incursions against him.  She frowned, not understanding and got that smile again.

She relaxed.  All right.  She wait to see what he wanted.  Oh, my.  And what he had wanted.  An hour and a half later every nerve in her body tingled and ached and desired and demanded.  He had used his hands and mouth to explore every sensitive nook and cranny not involved in her genitals to arouse her to peaks of frustration unheard of in her experience.  She hadn't known the skin behind her knees could be electric, or that the underside of her breasts were as sensitive in their own way as the hard, pebbled nipples he sucked into erection.  And then he'd done something no other man had ever done.

He'd made certain she was nearly screaming for him to enter her, had parted her swollen lips with gentle fingers, rubbed her nearly electric clitoral mound with knowing fingers, and applied his tongue to that engorged, oh, so sensitive spot.  The gentle touch made her gasp.  A firmer lick and she was so close to spilling over she grabbed for his hair, the only thing she could reach conveniently.  She wasn't certain exactly what was happening, but she knew it was wonderful.  He stretched the tension out as long as he could and finally tipped her over the edge into the most shattering orgasm of her life.  (Until then).  She gasped and moaned and caught her breath as she felt the release.  The onslaught of the most incredible tremors she had ever felt shook her to the core.

She wondered if this was death, and if it was, what was everyone so worried about..

After a while, she opened her eyes to find him smiling gently down at her.  She reached up and pulled him down to her, catching his mouth with her own.  "That was -- won -- der -- ful," she nearly purred at him.

"I know."

Now that was smug.  He watched the glitter in her incredibly blue eyes as she decided to turn the tables on him.  If he had thought she would not be a fast learner, he was wrong.

She slowly undid the fastenings of his shirt, his pants, sliding his boots off gently.  He was wondering if he should worry about the mischievous glint in those eyes when she decided that perhaps with a god, one started at the bottom.  He hadn't realized his feet were ticklish.   Then he hadn't realized a "simple" foot massage could be so sensual.  He relaxed back and allowed her to work her wiles on him.

She used her fingers to massage almost every square inch of skin between toes and hairline.  Then, she started in with her mouth, working her way back down.  Odd how relaxed muscles could ripple and writhe like that beneath his pale skin.

He resisted the urge to drag her into his arms and enter her.  After all, he had started this game.  He shuddered deliciously at her touch.  She worked her way down his belly to his rigid shaft.  She licked her way around the base of it with the tip of her tongue and then concentrated on the incredible sensations she could create on the sensitive skin of his scrotum and further back.  She licked and sucked her way over,under and around until he wasn't certain he could stand it much longer.

And then she lifted his impressive shaft, softly kissed the head and took most of it in her hot mouth.  Her tongue worked the underside as she slid up and down as much of the shaft as she could manage.  Slowly at first, then picking up tempo until she heard him cry and reach to hold her still.  She sucked his discharge until it was gone, and gave him a wicked grin around the head.  She slid off and licked her lips.  Odd, like -- like nothing else she'd ever tasted.  Sweet and spicy.

He lay there looking blasted, pleasantly so, for a while.  Then he came back into focus and reached for her again.  She giggled delightedly.  He rolled her over onto her back, kissed her, fondled her breasts and made certain she was ready for him.  Maybe he really was a god.  She knew few men who could be ready again so soon.

He entered her firmly, filling her as she had known he must.  She had thought he might be unconfortable, yet it was the most perfect fit of any man she had known.  Perfect.  She clenched around him as he slid in and out, slowly, teasingly, luxuriously.  She rose to meet his thrusts, wanting the feel, needing him deep inside her, knowing that this was the most wonderful union she would ever know.  The world became their rhythms, their rhythms echoed the heart of the world.  And the world exploded in heated, wonderful, incredible ripples of spasming muscles that shook them both more than any earthquake could ever do.

She hugged him to her, tears overflowing her eyes, a smile of pure satisfaction on her face.

"Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head wordlessly.  Something warm had blossomed within her.   She pulled his face to hers and kissed him, not a kiss of seduction, or desire, but full of something she had never felt before.  She held him to her, and inside her.  And they made love a second time, a third time before her mortal body gave into to the most pleasant exhaustion she had ever felt.





She had wanted to stay with him, knowing she could not.  The next morning they had arisen, sated, and someting had gone wrong.  He'd vanished.  Not a word, really.

There was a nagging thought in the back of her head that maybe Ray was the god Shao Kahn had beaten, the one they said sat chained to the stairway below the Emperor's throne.  Sometimes she really believed Ray had been a god.  Sometimes she didn't know what to believe.

Ow.  The muscles of her belly rippled in the most disconcerting manner. She caught her breath and tried to count the days again.  Oh, no.  Not now.  It couldn't be.  Not here.  Not --

But now it was.  The birth was hard, but not so hard as to leave her too exhausted to care for the beautiful little girl she gave birth to.  She smiled as she cleaned the baby off.  Odd, she didn't cry.  The woman poked her child and elicited a chirp and a gurgle.  Ok, she made sound.  Good.   And she seemed to have a good grasp of suckling.  Oh,my.  The woman's breasts were so sensitive, the results of the baby's feeding were almost embarrassing.

She looked into the face of her child and knew just what to call the darling little one.  Raylan.  That was a good name.  A very good name.

--Finis--

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