Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023. Not suitable for anyone under eighteen years of age! Genres: Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Smut. Warnings: Sex, mention of pregnancy, dirty talk, Sex with demons, ice play!
N/A: I warned you 🤭 This story originated from a dream I had involving those two. Blessed dream.
He could feel his powers manifesting against his will. The air around him grew increasingly frigid; a thin layer of frost seemed to coat the wooden walls of the room.
His breath misted in the air as he lay on the bed, gazing off to the side. His dark hair hung loose, the long strands fanning out across the white bedsheets. The Lin Kuei quarters were far from silent, though not because of her...
Bi-Han gritted his teeth; his breath turned to visible vapor, and a blue layer of ice began to coat his fingertips.
The first Sub-Zero felt as though he were melting into the bed, or perhaps freezing everything around him. In reality, both were quite likely.
"Hmm, why do you have to be so cold to me, Bi-Han?"
"Don't you dare ask that, Sareena!" he replied through clenched teeth.
The demoness, in her human form, straddled his lap and rubbed herself against his erection; Bi-Han couldn't decide what he found most alluring about her. Was it those dark, inhuman eyes? The demonic markings tracing her arms and hips? Or simply the fact that it was Sareena, naked, there in his room with him?
Unable to resist the temptation, he gripped her waist with all his might, digging his cryomancer-enhanced fingers into her buttocks. Bi-Han sat up on the edge of the bed and embraced the woman from the Netherrealm desperately. She moaned, a sound that only made him want to hold her tighter and hear those sweet noises escape her lips again.
Her warm hands grasped his long hair, tugging gently as she tilted her head back and tried to grind her hips against his.
Bi-Han hadn't thought it through very well when he decided to bring a demoness into his room. It all happened so fast; one moment he was trying to close the bedroom door while Sareena kissed him passionately, over and over. He returned the kisses with equal intensity, perhaps even more than she did.
Before he knew it, he was sitting on the edge of the bed amidst rumpled sheets, hair loose and disheveled, both of them naked; the walls were coated in a thin layer of frost because he could barely think straight.
Bi-Han buried his face between Sareena’s breasts and breathed in her scent.
Gods, he had never desired a woman this much before!
His cock ached with the intensity of his arousal. All because of this woman with black eyes and irises as scarlet as the blood of his enemies.
He noticed Sareena beginning to tremble in his lap.
"You're trembling," he remarked.
"So are you, darling," she replied seductively, tracing his jawline with her warm fingers.
Bi-Han shivered at her warm touch and noticed that his own fingers were causing frost to form on her skin. Yet, before the ice could spread across her back, it melted away. Curious, he slid his hand upward until he gripped the back of her neck. To him, the sensation was like plunging his hand into a blazing furnace; the frost on his fingertips turned into tiny droplets of cold water upon contact with Sareena’s burning skin.
It wasn't painful, quite the opposite; it made a wicked smile spread across Bi-Han’s face.
"Fuck... why do you have to be so damn hot, Sareena?"
He asked the question as he gripped the back of her neck and flipped their positions.
She moaned as she was pressed down onto the bed, perhaps because the mattress was still cold from his touch. Bi-Han placed one knee onto the rumpled sheets and parted Sareena’s legs so he could fit between them. Yet, before doing anything else, he savored the sight of her in that moment.
Sareena’s skin was slightly slick with sweat or perhaps it was simply his ice melting the moment it touched her skin. Her hair was disheveled, that streak of white framing the left side of her beautiful face.
There was an adorable look of submission in her eyes; though it was in her nature to dominate mortals, she acted quite differently with Bi-Han. She let him do whatever he pleased with her, and that aroused him deeply, for there was nothing the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei valued more than his own power.
He held her face firmly, pressing her cheeks together and pursing her lips. Those demonic eyes gazed up at him with curiosity, and her warm hand instinctively grasped his wrist.
"You look so beautiful like this," he complimented her, a rare gesture for him.
Bi-Han’s hair fell over his shoulders as he admired the sight of her naked body beneath his own. He stroked his member while still holding her by the leg.
"Mphrm... please, honey, I need you inside me!" she pleaded seductively, then used both legs to wrap around him.
Bi-Han hadn't expected her to still possess such strength in that moment, and he was caught off guard. She pulled him close to her intimate depths, but he braced himself against the bed, planting both his strong hands on either side of the woman's head.
"Sareena, stay still..."
"How can you ask me for something like that?"
"I'm not asking!" he declared firmly, lightly gripping her neck and pressing her down against the bed.
At first, she resisted, trying to bite him or climb on top of him again. It was difficult to hold her down, but he succeeded, and gradually her expression softened into one of compassion and submission.
Bi-Han felt himself reaching his limit as her dark eyes gazed at him with such longing. The thought that he held so much power, especially over a creature like her, made him shudder with pleasure.
He could barely control himself. The cryomancer clenched his jaw and grunted impatiently as he settled more firmly between her legs. Sareena moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist with almost too much skill.
Bi-Han guided himself to her entrance, and both of them groaned at how wet she was.
"Ahhh, Bi-Han, my love..."
"Stop! Don't call me that!"
She smiled devilishly, and before she even spoke, he knew he was a goner. What had he been thinking when he dragged a demoness into his bedroom?
Sareena cupped his face with a touch so delicate it was almost seductive.
"But that’s exactly what you are, my love, all mine... Aarghh..."
Bi-Han tried hard to pretend that her sweet words weren't warming his cold heart, but it was a struggle. His long hair fell forward as he fucked Sareena hard. He lowered himself further and couldn't resist when she pulled him into a passionate kiss, their hips moving together in a fierce rhythm.
He swallowed her soft moans; the sound of their bodies colliding was the only thing to be heard, along with the creaking of the bed. Bi-Han lay over her body, pinning her down slightly with his weight, yet Sareena seemed to relish it. Her moans grew more intense against the lips of the cryomancer who dominated her on the bed.
His dark hair fell over her face, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if they sought to merge into one.
He continued to thrust into Sareena with a rhythm that bordered on violent!
"Aaahh, Bi-Han!"
"Isn't this what you wanted? Then take it."
He groaned against her lips despite his words; after all, he wanted this just as badly! Sareena began to scratch his back, but he didn't mind, in fact, he even smiled slightly.
"Is that the best you can do?" he asked arrogantly, slowing his thrusts to a pace that was agonizing for her.
"Don't provoke me, Bi-Han!"
She gritted her teeth, and for a brief moment, she looked like the dangerous creature he had once freed from the Netherrealm. Those dark eyes, blazing with fury, were arousing, and Bi-Han could think of nothing but all the ways to make Sareena submit to him.
He summoned his powers to his hand and gripped Sareena’s throat, momentarily cutting off her air. She was startled by the cold, even though it melted away seconds later.
"You’re the one who shouldn't provoke me... demon." he murmured dismissively, quickening the pace of his hips against hers, making Sareena moan and surrender to the pleasure.
"No... ahh, Bi-Han!"
"Look at you. You belong to the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. You should be happy about that."
He trailed his fingers up her neck to her lips, then slid two of his frozen fingers into her mouth. At first, Sareena moaned in surprise, but she began to suck until the ice melted away.
He groaned at the heat of the sensation. Bi-Han was sweating, and his hair was starting to stick to his forehead.
Watching a creature of the Netherrealm suck and lick his fingers while letting a mere mortal fuck her, was pushing him to his limit.
"Sareena... I'm close..." Bi-Han hadn't intended for his voice to sound so shaky.
She smiled eerily and reversed their positions with a strength that caught the cryomancer off guard. Bi-Han couldn't resist; he let his head fall back against the mattress, hair fanned out, and watched as she straddled him, riding his member rapidly up and down.
"Sareena—mph!" He grunted and grabbed her waist, trying to slow her movements, but it was in vain.
"What's wrong? Cum inside me, Bi-Han."
Under normal circumstances, he never would have done that, preferring not to risk impregnating a woman, but having Sareena there, asking him with such affection, made him lose all control. He gripped her hips tightly, pulled her close, buried his face in her shoulder, and came inside her as if his life depended on it.
He grunted, and Sareena moaned loudly... so beautifully! He would definitely have sex with her again just to hear that sound.
"Ahh... ahhh, Bi-Han, my love!"
He didn't mind her calling him that this time. After a few minutes, Bi-Han lay exhausted on the mattress, but Sareena was still straddling him, wearing a mischievous expression. He felt something wrap around his thigh, and when he looked down, he saw her red tail had emerged, even though she still retained her human appearance.
"Can demons get pregnant by humans?" he asked, somewhat dazed.
"Hmm, I don't know. Most of us don't get involved with mortals."
"Well... then you're going to be the first to find out."
"What? What do you mean, Bi-Han?"
Sareena moaned as the cryomancer gripped her and lifted her up, carrying her toward the wall to continue what they had started.
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N/A: What did you think? Did you like this story? There should be more content like this involving these two; both Bi-Han and Sareena are very attractive. Bye, want to chat with me in the comments? 🥰
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N/A: Hi everyone, thank you so much for the support you gave me on my other fanfic Bireena ❤️ This little text is a bit different from the previous ones because it's not just a poem. It's a fanfic that I posted on AO3. I hate Sekhan with all my might; I wouldn't hate this couple so much if Sektor's personality were different 🙄 This is the link to the story ⬆️⬆️⬆️
[...] He tied his hair into his usual bun while observing the Lin Kuei warriors training through the window. They were still inexperienced, barely worthy of being called warriors, and that deeply irritated Bi-Han because he expected nothing less than perfection in combat.
His own father had not been capable of maintaining the perfection Bi-Han believed in, which was why he let the man die right before his eyes. Without remorse. Without regret. His father had not been worthy of being Lin Kuei. He was a foolishly generous man who had condemned the clan to mediocrity. At least, that was what the Grandmaster believed.
As he watched the young warriors train with disgust from his chamber, he heard footsteps accompanied by the metallic sound of armor.
Bi-Han let out a long sigh but did not bother turning around to face his visitor.
“What do you want, Sektor?”
The woman did not appreciate his indifferent treatment, so she walked toward him. Her red armor stood out even in the darkest corners of the room.
“The equipment I promised is ready. I am waiting for your permission to test it,” she explained with a cruel smile nearly as arrogant as his own.
Bi-Han, however, showed no interest in her news. He merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of the window.
Sektor found his silence strange because in the past, he would have loved hearing such news. Perhaps they would have even shared an intimate night together because of it. But now... all she received was the coldness of her master.
“Bi-Han, is something wrong?”
“Sektor, you still do not seem to understand that there is nothing between us anymore!” he replied, uncrossing his arms and adopting a far more imposing posture as he turned to face her for the first time that night.
His harsh words struck her hard, hurting her far more deeply than words could express in that moment.
“Bi-Han, what are you—”
“Do not seek me out anymore, Sektor! It is over. I know we shared many things together, but now... none of it means anything to me anymore.”
“What?!”
“Our relationship is professional now. I intend to treat you the same way I treat Cyrax...” he explained, but she stepped toward him indignantly.
“How can you say that to me, Bi-Han? Over? Do you have no respect for everything we lived through? I was the only one who helped you and supported you all this time!”
“I do not owe you respect here, Sektor. Have you forgotten that I am the Grandmaster?”
“Of course I have not forgotten! I have always been loyal to you!” she exclaimed furiously.
“You should be grateful I shared my bed with you. Now get out of my sight before I lose my patience.” He turned back toward the window, arms crossed and wearing the same cold expression as always.
The woman, however, was not convinced. She clenched her jaw and grabbed Bi-Han’s arm with the help of her armor. He quickly pulled himself free from her sudden grip.
“This is because of her, isn’t it?”
Bi-Han’s expression became sharper and more serious the moment Sektor mentioned her.
“You are really going to throw away everything I gave you because of some Netherrealm woman?”
“Get out of here, Sektor!” Bi-Han shouted, pointing toward the exit. “I will not tolerate you disrespecting her.”
“What happened to you, Bi-Han? Since when did you allow yourself to become so enchanted by some random woman?”
“That is none of your concern. Go deal with the equipment you mentioned.”
Bi-Han watched Sektor glare at him with complete contempt and indignation before storming out of his chamber, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again.
He sighed as he thought of Sareena once more. He did not need Sektor to understand his motivations. In truth, he believed no one needed to understand them. Sometimes, not even he understood them himself.
Had the feared Sub-Zero been bewitched by Sareena? Was this some cunning trick of Quan Chi’s?
Fandom: Mortal Kombat
Relationship: Bi-Han/Sareena
Genre: Romance • Enemies to lovers • Introspection
Themes: Love • Redemption • Trust • Humanity
Word Count: 268
There were two things Bi-Han could never understand. The first was kindness. The second was a pair of demonic eyes.
The more the first Sub-Zero looked into Sareena's eyes, the more confused he became. Before he even realized it, he would find himself standing still, utterly captivated by the supernatural gleam in the eyes of the woman he had rescued from the Netherrealm.
Those dark eyes, with crimson irises as scarlet as the fires of Hell, framed by burns around her eyelids, consumed him. It only took a few seconds for Bi-Han to drown in them, wishing he would never have to look anywhere else again. He could not understand it.
How could a creature born of darkness possess a gaze that carried such menace, yet soften into nothing but tenderness whenever it rested on him? How did Sareena do that? It felt like sorcery. Demons were not supposed to know such things, he thought.
Bi-Han should have known better. He should have known that sparing her life would change him forever. He should have known that one should never stare into evil for too long.
Yet he was far too arrogant to heed anyone's warnings. When he looked at Sareena, there was no evil.
There was only love.
The cryomancer could not stop himself from cupping her face in his cold hands before pressing a kiss to her lips. As he rested his forehead against hers, the question still lingered in his mind.
The only difference was that he no longer cared about the answer, so long as he could continue finding love within those demonic eyes.
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