Weekly Dose of Lemon (Kitana) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

Fandom: Naruto x Mortal Kombat

Kahn or Khan (Royalty) - Male

Khanum (Royalty) - Female

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Chapter 1: Kitana

Mortal Kombat Universe - Outworld

The Moonlight over Outworld was never truly silver. It was a bruised purple, the color of a fading imperial dream, casting long, jagged shadows over the jade balconies of the palace. Kitana, Khanum of Outworld, stood at the railing, her fingers gripping the cold stone until her knuckles turned white.

Behind her, in the lavish bedchamber, Liu Kang slept.

He was perfect. He was the God of Fire, the architect of this new era, and a lover whose touch was as steady and warm as a summer hearth. His love was a sanctuary, safe, honorable, and predictable. When he held her, it felt she can feel how much he loves her.

And that was the problem. Kitana didn't want to be treated like that anymore. She wanted to be fucked.

She closed her eyes, trying to summon the image of Liu’s serene face, but all she could see was a flash of golden hair and a pair of cerulean eyes that burned with a hunger Liu Kang didn't possess. She could almost feel the phantom sensation of whisker-marred cheeks against her inner thigh, and the thought made her breath hitch, a sharp, traitorous sound in the quiet of the night.

"You’re thinking about it again," she whispered to herself, a self-rebuke that carried no weight.

She was addicted. It was the only word for it. It had started as a diplomatic necessity, Naruto Uzumaki, the unpredictable emissary from the Hidden Leaf, arriving to discuss inter-realm stability. But the moment his boisterous, sun-drenched energy collided with the rigid protocols of her court, something in Kitana had snapped.

Liu Kang offered her a throne and a peaceful eternity. Naruto offered her the feeling of being hunted, desired, and utterly consumed.

Kitana didn't put on her royal robes. She wore a thin, silk shift of Edenian blue that clung to her curves, a garment meant for her husband’s eyes but destined for another's. She slipped past the guards, not that they would stop their Queen, and moved toward the Flesh Pits’ outskirts, where the overgrown ruins of the old empire provided a sanctuary for those who didn't wish to be found.

The air here was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers.

"You're late, Princess."

The voice came from above. She didn't have to look up to know he was perched on a crumbling pillar, crouching like a predator.

"I am the Khanum," Kitana replied, her voice regaining its steel, though her heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "I am never late. Others are simply early."

Naruto dropped down, landing silently in the dirt. He wasn't wearing his formal orange cloak. He was in a black tactical mesh shirt that left little to the imagination, his muscular arms crossed over a chest that radiated a heat she could feel from five feet away.

He didn't bow. He never did. Instead, he walked into her personal space, his boots crunching on the gravel until he was so close she could smell wild spice scent that seemed to permeate his very skin.

"Liu Kang still sleeping the sleep of the righteous?" Naruto asked, his voice a low, raspy drawl. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. His touch was electric, a sharp contrast to the gentle caresses she received at the palace.

"Do not speak his name," Kitana breathed, leaning into his hand despite herself. "Not here. Not when I’m like this."

"Like what?" Naruto stepped closer, his other hand finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. "Desperate? Starved?"

"You are arrogant, shinobi," she hissed, though her hands had already found their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the mesh.

"And you’re a liar," Naruto countered, his blue eyes darkening. "You love the fire he gives you, sure. But you crave the fox. You want the part of me that doesn't care about balance or destiny. You want what you husband can't give you."

Kitana’s breath came in shallow gasps. He was right. It was a sickness. Every time she left him, she promised herself it was the last. She would return to Liu Kang’s bed, play the role of the dutiful consort, and try to wash the scent of Naruto’s musk from her skin. But within days, the craving would return, a physical ache in her lower belly that only he could satisfy.

Lemon Scene Ahead

Naruto didn't wait for her permission. He never had to. He backed her against the moss-covered stone of a fallen statue, his hands sliding down to her hips, lifting her slightly so she had to wrap her legs around his waist to stay upright.

The friction of her silk shift against his rough trousers made her moan, a sound of pure surrender.

"Tell me," Naruto murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. "Tell me you want me more than his 'Perfect World.'"

"I... I hate you," Kitana gasped, her head falling back as his tongue licked a path toward her collarbone.

"Liar," he chuckled, the sound vibrating through her entire body.

He moved with a sudden, feral intensity. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body with a possessiveness that Liu Kang would find barbaric. To Kitana, it was the only thing that made her feel alive. The way he looked at her wasn't with reverence; it was with a raw, unfiltered lust that stripped away her titles, her responsibilities, and her guilt.

When he finally pulled the silk straps of her gown down, exposing her to the cool night air and his burning gaze, Kitana felt a rush of adrenaline that drowned out the last lingering thoughts of the palace.

"Tonight," Naruto whispered, his voice dropping to a gutteral growl, the orange glow of the Nine-Tails' chakra beginning to flicker at the edges of his pupils. "I’m not letting you go back until you forget his name entirely."

The moss-covered stone was cold against Kitana’s back, a sharp, grounding contrast to the furnace-like heat radiating from Naruto. As he pulled the silk straps of her gown down, the fabric pooled around her waist like a fallen sky. He didn't look at her with the reverent, soft-eyed adoration Liu Kang favored. Naruto looked at her like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks, and she was the only thing that could sate him.

"You’re shaking, Princess," Naruto rumbled, his voice vibrating against the sensitive skin of her collarbone. His hands, rough with the callouses of a lifetime of combat, slid upward, tracing the curve of her ribs before cupping her breasts with a possessiveness that made her breath hitch.

"It is... the night air," Kitana lied, her voice trembling as his thumbs brushed against her hardening peaks.

"Liar," Naruto whispered again. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "It’s because of me. You can feel it, can’t you? Hammering at the door. Wanting in."

He wasn't wrong. Ever since he’d arrived in Outworld, the sheer gravity of his presence, the wild, untamed chakra of the Nine-Tails, had acted like a siren song to the part of Kitana she tried so hard to suppress. Liu Kang was a god of order; Naruto was a force of nature.

When Naruto’s mouth finally crashed against hers, it wasn't a request. It was a conquest. He tasted of those noodles he alway ate, his tongue demanding entry with a persistence that left her lightheaded. Kitana’s fingers found the golden hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his scalp as she surrendered her royal dignity for the raw thrill of being wanted this desperately.

Naruto pulled back just an inch, his cerulean eyes now flecked with a dangerous, predatory crimson. A familiar hand-seal flickered in the moonlight.

Poof.

Two identical clouds of white smoke erupted on either side of them. Kitana gasped as two more Narutos materialized from the haze. In the palace, she was surrounded by servants who moved in silence; here, she was surrounded by a man who could be an entire army.

"One of me isn't enough for the Khanum, is it?" the original Naruto asked, his grin wide and feral.

One clone moved behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her steady against the statue, his face buried in the crook of her neck. The second clone knelt before her, his hands sliding up her inner thighs, parting her legs with a firm, unyielding pressure that made her whimper.

"Naruto... please," she breathed, her head lolling back against the shoulder of the clone behind her. The sensation was overwhelming, too much heat, too much skin, too much him.

"Please what?" the Naruto in front of her asked, his fingers finding the damp center of her desire. He moved with a practiced rhythm, his touch far more aggressive than the "safe" intimacy she was used to. "You want me to stop? You want to go back to your quiet bed and your quiet God?"

"No," Kitana cried out, her eyes snapping open, burning with a hunger that matched his own. "Don't you dare stop."

The clones worked in perfect, agonizing harmony. While one feasted on her neck and shoulders, leaving marks that would surely require high collars to hide the next day, the other focused on her lower half, his mouth replacing his fingers. The contact was electric. Kitana felt her control slipping, her Edenian composure shattering like glass. She was a queen of a realm, a survivor of millennia, but under Naruto’s multi-faceted assault, she was nothing but a series of nerves and desperate needs.

When the original Naruto finally stepped between her legs, he didn't hesitate. He guided her legs around his waist, the clone behind her lifting her slightly to give him the perfect angle.

The moment of union was a revelation. It wasn't the measured, careful lovemaking of Liu Kang. This was a collision. Naruto drove into her with a raw, primal power that felt like it was rewriting her soul. Every thrust was a reminder of what she had been missing, the friction, the sweat, the sheer weight of another person taking everything she had to give.

"Look at me," Naruto commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated in her very marrow.

Kitana forced her eyes open, meeting that crimson gaze. In the darkness of the ruins, with the scent of crushed flowers and sex thick in the air, she saw the Fox. It wasn't just Naruto; it was the beast within him, recognizing the beast within her.

"You're mine," he grunted, his pace quickening, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises. "In this place, under this moon... you don't belong to any throne. You belong to me."

"Yes," Kitana sobbed, the word torn from her throat as the first waves of her climax began to crest. "Yes, Naruto... more."

Their secret meeting reached a fever pitch as the clones began to dissipate, their energy returning to the original, making his presence feel even more immense with Kitana in his arms screaming in estacy. The physical sensation was a crescendo of heat and pressure, a sensory overload that blocked out the past, the future, and the very concept of Liu Kang.

When the end came, it was explosive. Kitana screamed into the night, her body arching, her fingers clutching Naruto’s back as he found his own release, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them gasping for air in the sudden, ringing silence of the garden.

Lemon Scene End

Minutes passed before Naruto stepped back, letting her feet touch the dirt. He didn't offer a polite smile or a comforting word. He reached down, picked up her discarded silk shift, and handed it to her, his eyes returning to their normal blue, though the fire remained just beneath the surface.

"Same time next week, Princess?" he asked, his signature smirk returning.

Kitana didn't answer immediately. She took the silk, the fabric feeling like lead in her hands. She felt used, drained, and utterly, hopelessly addicted. She looked at the marks on her thighs and the flush on her skin.

"I hate you," she whispered, though she was already pulling the dress on, her body still humming from his touch.

"I know," Naruto chuckled, turning to vanish into the shadows of the ruins. "That's why you'll be back."

Kitana stood alone in the dark for a long moment, straightening her hair and adjusting her dress. She began the long walk back to the palace, back to the golden halls and the Fire God’s warm, steady, boring embrace. She would smile, she would rule, and she would carry the secret of the Fox like a burning ember in her chest, waiting for the night it could consume her again.

Chapter End

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story about Kitana's affair with Naruto. Perhaps in the future, I'll write a bonus chapter featuring Kitana's pregnancy and Liu Kang discovering her infidelity when she gives birth to a baby with blonde hair and blue eyes. Thank you all for your support, and see you next time!