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Epilogue
Omegis stood in the doorway of her home watching her guest sleep. Rayden looked exhausted. She smiled. Well, considering the night they had spent, he should. A shadow crossed her face as she remembered it. He had been the gentlest and most thorough of lovers, sensing her pleasure, yet never seeming to invade to find out what she wanted. His exploration of her exquisite body had been exhilarating, exhaustive, incredibly satisfying. And yet -- she was uncertain about him.
He had deftly forestalled most of her own exploration of her partner by taking her places her body wanted to go. She was becoming aroused again just thinking about his hot mouth on hers, on her throat, tracing kisses across her skin, sucking and nibbling on her breasts, the sensitive nipples proudly erect and inviting. And then the trail of heat his tongue had traced down the skin of her belly until it dove between her lips to find the engorged seat of her womanhood. How many times had he sent her over the brink into shuddering ecstasy? And then he had entered her and joined her and -- well, she and Tshang Sung had shaken the earth a few times -- but with Rayden it seemed more like the universe had swelled and shaken with them. She smoothed a hand across the skin of her taut belly. Could she conceive? Was she afraid she had? Or was she regretful that she suspected he had prevented it?
He shifted in his sleep, frowning, curling inward on himself. Omegis frowned. There was something wrong here. No, Rayden had not surrendered himself during their lovemaking. He had made certain she lacked nothing, never realizing that if he was not completely with her, that in itself was a lack of completion. The hut shook. Wind? No. She looked to the sleeping god. Oh, no. She knew that tight, withdrawn look on a sleeping face. How often had her father worn that look when she was a child. He had survived a king's torturers, an innocent man accused of a crime. He had returned to his family, exonerated. A sorcerer had healed the damage to him, but it had never left his mind.
Gently, Omegis lowered herself to the bed beside the god. Her gown shimmered and was gone leaving only bare golden skin, softly scented of cinnamon and spices. She touched Rayden. He pulled away, growling in his sleep.
"Rayden." His eyes snapped open, black with terror, his hands moving up in faltering defense. "It's all right. You're safe. I'm here," she continued softly, echoing the words of a woman she would never meet. He focused on her. He quelled the instinct to vanish and remained where he was. She reached out and touched him, gently pulled his face up to look at her, leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft, sweet kiss. She was ready for his response, whatever it was. He waited a heartbeat, and then his mouth softened under hers.
Their lips parted, tongues explored, Omegis slid down beside him, her skin soft against his. He trembled. She pulled him to her, keeping her touch light, measuring her length against his. Her curves fit nicely against him. His arms went around her and the kiss deepened. Her hands explored his back, sliding from his well muscled shoulders, down his back to the curve of his ass. He stiffened slightly at her touch, then seemed to force himself to relax. This was Omegis, not --
They broke for air. Omegis rolled him over onto his back. She straddled him, sitting up, her breasts golden mounds in the soft light. She stretched. Yes, she had his full attention. She could tell as his shaft swelled against the cheeks of her ass. She reached for a small vial, poured some scentless oil on her hands and then ran them over Rayden's chest. The oil warmed on her hands and on his skin, relaxing him. She returned to her exploration of her lover's body using her fingers, her tongue, her lips to arouse him. A sly grin curved her full mouth. As though he needed all that encouragement.
She lifted up and brought the head of his penis to her opening. With one swift movement, she slid down him, their pubic hairs intertwining as she felt a wonderful surge of desire. They fit as though made for each other. She worked up and down on his shaft, coating him with her sweet juices and sending him into a need he usually ignored. He pulled her down so his mouth could reach hers, flattening her breasts against his sweat slicked chest.
They rolled over, Omegis, her hair fanned out about her head, looking up into the passion of a god. That could be a really scary place to go, but not right now. His thrusts came faster, building tempo, she matched his rhythm, driving them both deeper and deeper into desire and need. Again she slid her hands down his back until she lightly cupped the smooth cheeks of his ass. This time, there was no stiffening, he was relaxed, in need. She sensed he was very close to -- an orgasm that shook the roots of time. Her own caught her off guard and carried them both over into the delicious body shaking spasm that was completion. Her legs wrapped around his hips, she held him to her as tightly as though she would never let him go.
They slept. They dreamed. Omegis found herself in Shao Kahn's palace. She shuddered. No. This was not a place she wanted to be. She heard someone sobbing. No, not a place she -- she stopped even as she started to try to find a way out. Words. This was a stupid place to get brave, she thought as she moved cautiously toward the sound. A doorway. A small but sumptuously furnished bedroom. Mostly bed, she observed. Oh, shit! She suddenly recognized the sword negligently propped against one of the chairs, a chair on which had been tossed leather armor. What the ---? She could not believe it was Shao Kahn's quarters. Besides, who would be -- Omegis gave that question the short shrift it deserved. Almost anyone in Shao Kahn's quarters could be sobbing. The Emperor was not renowned as a gentle lover.
Low laughter. A dark, strong hand stroked his companion's hair, then grabbed a handful of it, pulling the other's head up. "Get used to it," the Emperor's deep tones came to her clearly. "Get used to it." He released the hair and rolled off the bed. Omegis faded back into the shadows, her mind awhirl. The hair in his hand had been pale against his skin, almost white.
An incoherent string of syllables brought her wide awake. Pale hair clung to the side of Rayden's face, plastered there by sweat. He groaned in his sleep. Her eyes widened in sudden comprehension. The Emperor's pleasure. From somewhere deep inside, Omegis felt both anger and great sorrow for someone else. She had never felt that Tshang Sung had been taken from her, he just left because he was too impatient to follow the rules. Her anger had been at Tshang Sung, not the Emperor. But this -- now she was angry.
She shifted closer to Rayden, her arms stealing across his side to settle a hand on his chest. She murmured comforting words in his ear. He relaxed into her embrace. She smiled and settled against him. It was a gentle smile. No, she couldn't keep him, but she could help, and that seemed worth everything she had seen and done.
Finis
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