Mileena Mortal Kombat Face Novels & Stories

Mort then covers her eyes with his big palm. "Your palm is big," she complimented, it fits her whole face. Mort's hand could literally crush someone's face with his bare hand. He leaned towards her and whispered to her lips in a husky tone. "Do you know what else is big?" Mort teasingly asked. "If you envy them, then let's go to your room," Mort said in a low and gruff tone. He smiled meaningfully making Sumire's face as red as a tomato.

"This was better than any fucking dream I could ever have. Now it's my turn." Mila's eyes went wide with anticipation, and she waited for what I was going to do next. "Take off your pants." I ordered. "Come sit on my face." "No." "No, like you don’t want to or you’re scared?" I replied, "I won’t fucking die. If I can survive those boobs in my face, I can survive your pussy. Mila stood up and slowly removed her leggings, her ass practically in my face, and I moved closer, licking her from ass to clit.

Rising on one knee, hovering over him, and hurling several punches at his face like a firing panzer. As Valen blocked his face with both hands, I quickly rose to my feet. I slammed a kick to his groin, which made him unblock his face, grunting with teeth clamped and lips pulled back. His body spasmed as he tried to protect his family jewels by rolling on his side to close his powerful thighs, crumpling into that submissive position.

I was far, reaching there on time is impossible. I threw my knife right at him and fortunately he fell to the ground. I took a deep breath of relief but a gasp left my lips and I immediately pushed my body to the right, making the knife cut the side of my waist, I was able to dodge the stab right on time. Are they allowed to kill us or does this one go against the rules? Before he can stab me again, I turned around and clashed my sword right against his knife. A tall and muscular guy stood in front of me. He was not wearing a mask so his face was clear to me. Not one, not two but he was having many scars on his face.

I am the Ailuranthrope, a creature of legend, a force of nature. The scales shimmer as they catch the light, iridescent patterns dancing across my body. My form is sleek yet imposing, feline grace combined with sheer, unyielding strength. My tail lashes behind me, its movement slicing through the air with deadly precision. The courtyard is silent, the weight of my presence suffocating. Ramon is the first to move, stepping closer despite the sheer power radiating from me. His expression is a mix of awe and determination. “Jasmine?” he whispers, his voice trembling. I lower my massive head, my emerald eyes locking onto his. The connection between us is still there, stronger than ever.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up to meet mine, and at the mocking grin she saw me sporting her movements froze. Then she lunged in for a second attack. But it was already too late. Morgan didn’t see the blow coming until my fist made contact with her furry, half-shifted face. My knuckles met the exposed bridge of her nose, which gave away under them without the slightest hint of resistance. My opponent stumbled off me, yelping as blood gushed out of the broken organ, and I got up as this happened, dusting off my training gear. This did very little good, and my hands came away with blood—my blood that I had caught up all over my chest during Morgan’s relentless assault on me.

Since he was standing behind her, Karina couldn’t see his facial expression. If she did, she would surely see the murderous face he put on at the moment, directed toward Michelle. “That woman is a dead meat.” He vowed.

Although your fake boobs are about the same size as Xi Youmi's, you've stuffed too many unnatural materials there so it doesn't look springy at all. "If you have a chance to be a killer in the future, remember not to impersonate a woman with bigger breasts than yours. But it no longer matters. Because you will never have that chance again." Qin Haodong reached out. As his fingers slid across Thousand-Faced Enchantress's face, a human skin mask was taken off, revealing a hideous face. Beneath the mask, Thousand-Faced Enchantress's real face was covered with freckles and pockmarks. What was more, there was a long scar stretching across her left face, which looked really disgusting.

The woman smiled. “People like you can never imagine what Mr. Faceless has in store.” “You want to go against someone like him? How naive can you get?” “You should just give up now. Struggling does you no good, anyway.” “You’ll have people joining you soon too. Kairi and the others will kneel.” The woman crouched down, ready to inject Kellan with the needle. “Try me!” Kellan’s expression changed. He grabbed a piece of glass on the ground and swung it toward his neck.

Killian did not care about anything as he tried to call out to Selene who still had her eyes closed, “Selene, wake up. Selene open your eyes.” He looked at the mystic woman and said, “What did you do to her? Why is she not responding?” “She is fine, you don’t have to worry about anything.” “But…” Before Killian could even finish his statement, he felt a surge of energy charge towards him, and before he could reach, his back slammed on the ancient wall a few meters away, and he coughed out two litres of blood. He left his ribs shattered to pieces, and his face turned pale instantly.