For untold centuries, the myriad realms of the universe had hung in the balance, bound by the tentative truce that was Mortal Kombat - epic battles between valiant champions that determined which realm would subsume which. For centuries, the bloodthirsty warriors of the nightmare realm of Outworld had reigned supreme in these tournaments, devouring realm after realm into itself… until its immortal emperor had set his sights upon the lonely little world of Earthrealm.

Time and time again, Earthrealm’s champions had defied even the deadliest of Outworld’s warriors, even inspiring rebellion amongst its countless subservient realms - not only did its warriors survive, they trounced the brutal Shao Kahn’s greatest! Vengeance burned in the tyrant’s heart, his fury rising ever-higher with each defeat… but much as he yearned to paint every inch of that wretched world in its blood, he could not. The same laws of Mortal Kombat that had allowed him to dominate countless worlds before now bound his hands - outside of the tournaments, no realm could stage an invasion upon another, so decreed the Elder Gods. Shao Kahn was many things, but he wasn’t stupid - after pushing the boundaries of the tournament’s rules for so many hundreds of years, he wasn’t about to push too far and risk it all now.

But that would hardly stop him from looking for loopholes, and after many weeks of scouring the edicts of the tournament, his advisors found one.

Direct invasion of the realms was expressly forbidden in the god-wrought rules… but it said nothing about covertly getting rid of a few contestants. And so Shao Kahn had called upon his sorcerers to open a portal to Earthrealm, and selected his most bloodthirsty assassin to do the dirty deed - his own bastard half-daughter, Mileena. The alchemically-spawned hybrid practically salivated at the chance to please her father, pledging herself to the cause before he had even finished giving his orders; in her predatory mind, nothing mattered more than answering her father’s whims. Blissfully unaware that he saw her as little more than one of the sharper daggers in his arsenal, she had impatiently waited as the court sorcerers opened the portal to Earthrealm, eager to kill in Shao Kahn’s name - no sooner had the portal shimmered into existence than she pounced through it with a ragged war cry.

Predatory glee suffused Mileena’s entire being as she plunged into this weaker realm, sais drawn and fangs slavering behind her mask in anticipation of the bloodshed to come… only for blindingly bright light to overwhelm her vision, so attuned as it was to the smoky gloom of Outworld. As her yellow eyes blinked wildly in a futile attempt to speed up their adjustment, the Tarkatan hybrid’s confidence was dashed as surely as a ship against the reef of bewilderment. What-what was this?! This wasn’t the dimly-lit staging ground for invasion that she had been promised! The smells of rust and dust and decay that she had been anticipating were nowhere to be found, replaced by nose-stinging chemical odors meant to hastily scour surfaces of grime; there was no cover, no shadows to lurk in, only walls of plastic rising above colorful tiles and rows of porcelain basins.

Unfortunately, the dread powers of Outworld had neglected to take something into account while plotting this operation: while the ritual of Mortal Kombat was a grim reality to all who dwelt in that patchwork realm, most of Earthrealm was blissfully unaware of the otherworldly beings who had designs upon the planet. The empty warehouse that had been scouted as a location to launch an invasion so many years ago had been torn down and rebuilt twice over - nobody knew of the history that had been almost written within its walls. As Mileena stalked forth from the shimmering portal with sais in hand, she found herself faced not with comforting shadows, but the blinding overhead lights, tacky polished tiles, and the chemical smells of a women’s restroom, the silence instead replaced by a muffled cacophony from the other side of a nearby door… as well as the muttered curse of a very startled and very gaudily-dressed woman attempting to wash her hands as best she could with the cocktail of drugs in her system leaving her hands trembling.

“...Fuck, not the worst hallucination I’ve had.” The woman finally decided. With a shrug, she dried off her hands on her skirt and slipped out the door, momentarily blasting Mileena’s senses with a cacophony of sound before it swung shut again.

For but a moment, Mileena simply stood in shock, her battle-ready brain taking a moment to process her surroundings. What… where was she? The human wench hadn’t shown the slightest bit of terror at her presence, merely surprise at being caught off-guard - indeed, she had barely reacted at all. Did the Earthrealmer simply not know the caliber of danger that she had just been in? Was this strange too-clean set of cells guarded only by idiots? The dread sorcerer Shang Tsung hadn’t bothered to instill any knowledge of social norms or civilian life within his assassin - in this strange context, so bereft of bloodshed and battle, the hybrid killer simply had no idea what to do. But her confusion only lasted but a moment - she had a mission to complete! Recollecting herself and gritting her fangs behind her mask, Mileena stalked towards the exit, kicked the door open… and found herself immersed in a world of stimulation.

The club was absolutely packed with people, and the party was in full swing. Music in a genre and format that the assassin had no concept of assaulted her ears and reverberated through her very bones, and she was quickly swept up in the tide of shifting, moving bodies without so much as a second thought. None paid much attention to Mileena’s strange outfit or her amber eyes - living in a major metropolis led to such oddities being all too common, and most were too sloshed or stoned to really care either way. And so Mileena flailed and thrashed in vain as she was caught up in the human tide, unable to get her bearings as every sense she had was overloaded. The thumping bass, the flashing lights, the smells of sweat and alcohol and all manner of other intoxicants - it was all far, far too much for Mileena’s superhuman senses to process. All that she could tell was that there was prey around her, all around her, blocking every exit and crushing in on her, trapping her pinning her holding her down to inject some new torture into her veins-

The Tarkatan hybrid’s slit pupils dilated as her heart rate skyrocketed and her pulse pounded, panic and overstimulation reaching a fever pitch within her… until finally, something snapped and gave way. Shao Khan’s brutal training that had been her entire early life had never prepared her for something like this - the sorcery that had so artfully stitched her components together had imparted no relevant techniques or contingencies. And so it fell to the near-animalistic Tarkatan matter that made up so much of her to respond in the only way it knew how.

Attack. Conquer. Devour.

With a feral snarl, Mileena lunged for the nearest clubgoer and yanked her off of her feet as if she weighed nothing, jaws stretching open wide to reveal a cavern of fangs… only to stretch wider, and wider, and wider until she could easily cram the woman’s entire upper body down her gullet. Two ravenous wet gulps and a toss of her head, and the woman was gone, leaving only a squirming oblong bulge hanging from Mileena’s middle and bloating her belly to an incredible degree. The assassin hadn’t even deigned to taste her meal as she bolted her down - she would have plenty of opportunities to enjoy the flavors of flesh in the frenzy to come.

Drink and drugs alike were flowing across the club, dulling the reactions of those close enough to witness the event through the crowd, itself acting as a barrier that prevented the onlookers from escaping as it finally registered for them to try and get away; the momentary paralysis gave Mileena more than enough time to grab her next course. A musclebound lifeguard-type was gobbled up next, then a pair of bottom-heavy women too engrossed in one another’s mouths to notice before the hybrid killing machine leapt upon them. Well-placed kicks, leg sweeps, and jabs knocked people off their feet with pitiful ease, the moment of unbalanced panic all she needed to grab them and gulp them as she began to eat her way towards the DJ booth, the source of the infernal sound that was making her skull throb in time with the beat. Within just a few minutes, though, Mileena found herself slowing, then finally coming to a stop; her prey-packed belly now extended some three or four feet in front of her and rested firmly upon the ground, crammed with eight people all packed in like sardines, less a hindrance due to its weight so much as the burden of pushing it all around. And yet the source of the devilish noise still laid some four or five rows of people away, taunting her with its distant vantage point!

Mileena’s eyes narrowed into a furious glare. Stupid machine - it had no idea what she was capable of!

Gathering all of her strength, the assassin managed to heave her gut up off the ground and let herself fall backwards, falling into a haze of pink particles moments before she hit the floor… only to materialize right behind the DJ with an almighty crash! The poor man barely had time to turn around and yell in shock before he was snatched up and devoured; honestly, a fate probably better than what was in store for the booth as Mileena’s massive gut slammed into it with the force of a wrecking ball, sending the entire sound setup sailing over the heads of the stunned clubgoers with a screech of feedback before crashing into the far wall and to the floor… barring the main venue of escape out of the assassin’s feeding ground as it landed in a heap of electronic components in front of the doors. The back door would swiftly be blocked next as Mileena heaved one of the massive speakers up over her head with a howl of rage and a shower of sparks - even with all of the extra weight in her belly, her superhuman strength was more than enough to send the chunk of metal flying to bar the back exit.

The lethal hybrid had all eyes on her now, her own yellow gaze gleaming with ravenous hunger as she snarled at the crowd before her. Even with the intoxicants flowing through their systems, there was no ignoring the predator among them for the nearly three dozen people still left outside of Mileena’s stomach; no dismissing her as a hallucination born from some party drug that they’d taken beforehand. Standing before them was a primal embodiment of that ever-eternal ancestral fear that had stayed with humanity since they had crawled out of the caves - the fear of being reduced to food for something stronger, the fear of being hunted.

Some charged to meet her as Mileena lunged for them, fight winning out over flight - all that this misplaced bravado did was hasten their inevitable ingestion. The wild blows of civilians were child’s play to counter for a woman literally born to kill; every swing was casually swatted away with enough force to sprain bones and break wrists, if not met with an open mouth as the hybrid warrior let her foes’ momentum carry them right into her maw… to say nothing of the momentum that she had behind her own body now! Like a cannonball splintering a wooden hull, Mileena crashed through the ranks of the clubgoers and kept on going through until she had plowed into the middle of the mass of people, arms outstretched to snag anybody unfortunate enough to be within arms’ reach. Four people were caught in this way, clotheslined and promptly crushed to her chest in a bone-cracking ‘hug’ as her jaws gaped wider and wider until she could shove them all in at once! As the hybrid assassin wolfed down her latest catch, she let her momentum carry her forward once more only to again vanish into a pink haze and reappear some ten feet away, cutting off a group of eight before they could reach the barricaded back entrance. This time, though, Mileena would land heavily upon her belly, forcing a vast pocket of air out from the churning dome in a thunderous “BRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRPH!” The sheer force of the belch blew back hair and fogged glasses; one unfortunate woman was stunned just long enough by the air blast for the murderous Outworld princess to snatch her up and scarf her down. Unable to reach over her gut in time to grab another victim, Mileena hissed in frustration and teleported again to the other side of the club, then again and again and again, heading off the bunched-up groups running this way and that, snatching up one or two more victims each time. But the assassin’s goal wasn’t going to content herself with mere snacks - little by little, the remaining clubgoers were being packed tighter and tighter together into a single dense clump, backs pressed against the far wall. They were being herded, pressed together into a single easy-to-manage mass like a school of fish being corralled into a bait ball… and the main course of Mileena’s feeding frenzy.

Finally unable to restrain her hunger any longer, the Outworld assassin flung herself forward with a feral shriek, swinging her belly forward with all the unstoppable force of a wrecking ball and crashing it into the packed crowd. Anyone who wasn’t immediately slammed against the wall hard enough to fracture wrists and twist ankles would find themselves in for a more painful fate as that gargantuan gut came crashing down on top of them, bringing down dozens of people’s worth of weight upon their prostrate forms in an instant. Hurling herself over her own gut like a crocodile in a death roll, Mileena flung herself into the throng, arms outstretched and maw agape as she moved to the main course of her feast. She wasn’t even bothering to bite her prey like a proper Tarkatan anymore, just unfurling her monstrous jaws to incredible dimensions and cramming people inside, sometimes even two or three at a time! At this point, Mileena cared little whether or not her terrible teeth pierced flesh or merely cut skin or tore through cloth - the sadistic bloodlust so carefully cultivated in her cells was cast aside in favor of pure primal gluttony for fresh flesh. But like a shark in the throes of a feeding frenzy, every drop of blood she tasted as her prey cut or slashed themselves upon her fangs in their struggles only spurred her to grab and gorge all the more vigorously, her hunger stoked to still-greater heights!

“What- what in the FUCK?!” A voice boomed, momentarily snapping Mileena out of her frenzy just as she plucked a pair of high heels off a pair of squirming feet and tossing them aside before they could slide past her jaws. The Tarkatan hybrid’s head snapped towards the source of the sound, her frenzied mind immediately going into overdrive at the thought of a competitor, only for the glutton to freely salivate at the sight before her.

Shuffling to the side a bit to cram herself through the door was the biggest, fattest woman that Mileena had ever seen on Earthrealm - she’d been trying to get in since the screams had started, but the barricade that the ravenous predator had flung across the entrance had kept her from getting in any further until now. The bulky bouncer stood nearly a head taller than the Tarkatan predator, and probably would have weighed more than three of her were the Outworld assassin not currently glutted with the entirety of the club’s patrons; a broad back and shoulders held up a sturdy, burly body like a powerlifter, with arms and legs practically as thick as small tree trunks that strained against the sleeves of her shirt, the vest on top, and the sturdy cargo shorts her legs were packed into. Overall, quite an impressive amount of sun-bronzed skin was proudly on display, including a thick round gut that had Mileena salivating. A dense braid of blonde hair was slung over one shoulder, with similarly colored bangs framing a broad, stern face - she had a striking resemblance to the Earthrealm fighter Sonya Blade, but the bouncer carried herself with none of the grace and discipline as her lookalike; only the broad swaggering steps of someone used to throwing her weight around. Her eyes widened at the sight of Mileena barely managing to stand up on the dance floor, but she didn’t back down, only cracked her knuckles in what was probably an intimidating display to a normal person.

“I don’t know who or what you are, freak, but you aren’t leavin’ this club in one piece!” She boomed, biceps bulging as she grabbed the massive piece of debris and hurled it at Mileena with a grunt; the Tarkatan hybrid barely managed to teleport away in time before the wrecked piece of sound equipment crashed down where her head had been mere seconds before.

“As if, human!” The assassin cried, her rough voice hoarse with ravenous abandon. “You’ll make the final course for my feast! Now come here!”

She vanished in another flash of pinkish mist, only to reappear directly on top of the burly bouncer, falling upon her prey like a bloated meteor; the beefy blonde, however, would not be so easily felled. The sheer weight slamming down onto her back forced the powerhouse down to one knee, but her powerful arms locked tight around Mileena’s enormous squirming gut, hands like hams taking hold of errant bulges with a grip like steel. Like Atlas bearing the earth on his back, the titanic Earthrealmer simply held her opponent upon her shoulders for a single long moment… then surged forward, hurling the bloated Tarkatan hybrid forward with a roar of exertion and a shriek of both frustration and surprise on the part of the assassin herself. She hit the ground hard enough to crack the linoleum floor beneath her, limbs flailing as she frantically tried to reorient herself; what’s more, the impact jostled the occupants of Mileena’s gut around rather uncomfortably, her cheeks bulging as she fought to repel the resultant wave of nausea. Fortunately, she fought down the urge to vomit, but a slimy hand would burst from her toothy jaws and desperately claw at empty air. The bouncer’s eyes widened in horror at the sight, but the Outworld predator would not abide this escape attempt; with a cruel grin, she bit down upon the scrabbling hand, just enough to pierce the skin with her teeth, and tipped her head back to swallow down the limb even as its owner let out a muffled howl of pain.

“You’re next, meatbag!” Mileena howled; she rolled herself back up onto her feet, hefted her squirming meat-packed belly with both arms, and half-charged, half-hurled herself forward to meet her opponent as she rushed to meet the otherworldly killer. The smack of flesh against flesh as the two titanic combatants locked arms echoed through the empty club, drowning out even the distorted music still intermittently spluttering out of the trashed speakers.

As bloodthirsty as she was, Mileena was hardly stupid; much as she was loath to admit it, were this a normal brawl, the bouncer could have probably held her own against her, if only for a little while. Teleporting herself and the contents of her belly again and again had taken its toll upon her energy reserves - the assassin was starting to run out of steam, forcing her to play by the burly blonde’s rules. But these were far from normal circumstances; not only was the bouncer grappling with someone endowed with superhuman strength, Mileena easily had over a thousand pounds of weight on her opponent thanks to the dozens of victims packed away inside of her. The big woman’s muscles bulged and sweat trickled down her brow, but as hard as she pushed and shoved she couldn’t move Mileena any more than a couple of inches… exactly what the assassin was counting on.

Suddenly, Mileena’s grip went slack - she stopped pushing against the bouncer, letting the taller woman fall forward. With her bulk and with how much of her considerable weight she’d been putting into this shoving match, there was nothing that the big blonde could do to stop herself as she immediately pitched forward… right into the Tarkatan femme fatale’s gaping razor-toothed maw. Mileena only wished that she could have savored the look of dawning fear on the bouncer’s face for more than a moment before her head and broad shoulders disappeared past her lips, but the decadent flavor of the human scum was a more than adequate compromise. Her flesh carried none of the strange clashing flavors of stimulants and narcotics that all of Mileena’s previous meals had been practically swimming in - just the savory, salty flavor of human flesh, seasoned with a cold sweat and made all the sweeter by the hefty harlot’s obvious terror. Momentum once again became the Tarkatan glutton’s ally, the only thing she needed to do being to open her jaws even wider as the bouncer practically shoved herself down her gullet; her teeth tore through her clothes as she ‘chewed’ her prey, allowing Mileena access to more and more of her fleshy feast’s tanned skin. Her arms held to her sides as they slipped down her devourer’s esophagus, all that the blonde bouncer could do was squirm from side to side, only inadvertently cramming herself that much further into the Tarkatan’s maw… until she wasn’t.

Mileena let out a muffled snarl of feral frustration, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she tried to clamp her jaws shut as hard as she could, tried to bite this blubbery bitch in half and cram her lower body the rest of the way down her gullet, but it was of no use. The lethal hybrid assassin’s fearsome fangs could rip flesh from bone with ease, but her jaws were simply so crammed with hundreds of pounds of female flesh that they couldn’t close so much as an inch further. Even her teeth couldn’t press far enough into the butterball’s bronzed skin to draw blood; she was stuck, plain and simple, and clogging up her throat to the point that the lethal princess of Outworld was starting to choke!

At this point, though, Mileena was out of patience - her gluttony had been truly activated, and she was hardly going to let this stop her. Gathering up every last bit of strength she had left, the assassin vanished again in a puff of pink, taking her struggling prize with her… only to reappear just a few feet away from the nearest wall, which she promptly slammed her last victim’s feet against with little mind to the woman’s muffled shriek of pain as the impact painfully sprained both of her ankles. All that mattered was that the slam had crammed another six inches or so of meat down her gullet; another few slams, and she’d have her prey bagged! Mileena reared back on her belly, heaving her prey’s kicking legs up into the air, then rolled forward again to hammer the kicking limbs back against the wall knees-first, forcing the bouncer’s wide hips just past her lips - this time, though, she didn’t pull away. Instead, the Tarkatan killer merely dug her heels in and kept pushing, forcing her gullet to slide around the bouncer’s burly form like a sock being slid over a leg. Spots danced in her vision as those broad hips dipped into her gullet, then the blonde’s meaty thighs; she just barely had the strength to tear off the woman’s heavy combat boots like they were made out of wet paper before finally sending her feet down her gullet with one final swallow, then gasping for air to fill her oxygen-starved lungs as the pair of bulges slithered down to join the rest of her opponent within the simmering cauldron that was Mileena’s gut, the only place where a conquered challenger truly belonged in her hunger-crazed mind!

But after so much struggling, so much teleporting, so much gorging, the Outworld assassin had no more strength to taunt her meals, no more energy to try and drag her bloated bulk elsewhere. As the adrenaline finally ran its course and weariness seized her limbs, Mileena simply collapsed atop her gut and went limp, plummeting into blissful unconsciousness as she sank into the depths of her food coma. The muffled screams and protests of her meals would be steadily swallowed by the rumbling and gurgling of her digestive tract, but even this would fail to carry too far outside of the building - times had changed, but the district the warehouse-turned-club was located in was still remote enough that the ravenous predator would not be disturbed as she claimed her calorific prize.

Hours passed; the sun rose and set, only to repeat the process again and again. Still, Mileena slumbered; never in her artificial life had she ever engorged herself to such a ridiculous extreme, even as one of Shao Kahn’s personal assassins. She had eaten people before, plenty of them, but even then she had only torn flesh from one victim’s bones at a time, her opportunities to feed deliberately spaced apart to ensure she would fight each battle with properly starved desperation. Now, though? Her guts were clogged with more calories than she would typically eat in a year, all combined into one colossal gluttonous cannibal-feast! And yet, her body was up to the task, endlessly grinding and gurgling away at hundreds of pounds of flesh and bone in its relentless quest to conquer this gutful of pathetic prey…

It would be more than a week before the assassin of Outworld would finally stir from her digestive near-coma, a low groan escaping her as she picked her head off from the tile floor where it had been laying. Odd flavors clung unpleasantly to her long tongue, and her mouth felt painfully dry. The memories of her ravenous feast were quick to return to the hybrid killer, but they hardly felt real, like she had been merely a spectator sitting in her own skull as her predatory instincts had taken over… but as Mileena looked down upon her body, the reality of her actions would hit her like a truck.

Gorged as she may have been, Mileena still possessed Tarkatan biology, including a metabolism meant to extract every last calorie out of any food sources to be found in the wastelands of Outworld. Bones, hair, nails, clothing; within just a few hours, it was all rendered into fuel for the furnace that was her body as it ravenously reclaimed every last calorie consumed during her frenzy, plus interest. Even with the enormous amount of energy she’d expended, though, the Outworld assassin’s feast had left behind a truly incredible amount of calories… all of which were summarily packed away all across her body as thick, dense fat.

Even the mighty Goro would be hard-pressed to meet Mileena’s gaze now - not necessarily out of any perverse urge to ogle her so much as the fact that her growth hadn’t just been horizontal, but vertical as well. The pink-clad predator now stood at a towering eight and a half feet, towering over even the mightiest Shokan warrior and no doubt easily double their weight. Her entire body had grown somewhat broader and stockier to match her new proportions, echoing the burly bouncer who had been the final course of her ravenous gorge.

Plenty of pudge still lingered upon Mileena’s widened waist, forming a plush pot belly that was bigger than a ripe pumpkin, spilling over her broad hips and swaddling her sides in a pair of love handles, while her limbs were padded with a not-insignificant amount of flesh that smoothed and concealed the chorded muscle lying beneath them. An experimental poke of the assassin’s finger was rewarded by the digit easily sinking down up to the knuckle into her new keg-gut; a full-handed grope had the same result, a little hiss of pleasure spilling from between her fearsome fangs at the sudden stimulation of the still-sensitive, newly-acquired fat. The sensation of so much softness upon her own frame was new to Mileena - her original purpose as a lethal seductress had resulted in a decent array of curves to her frame, but this was something else entirely, something that she was quickly coming to enjoy. Experimental touches quickly turned to greedy gropes and squeezes, the empty hall soon echoing with Mileena’s moans and groans of delight as her greedy groping soon spread from her chubby gut to the rest of her curves, where the majority of her gains had gone.

Her chest had always been plump and hefty, courtesy of her darling ‘sister’ Kitana, but now? Now, there was no other word to describe Mileena’s breasts besides ‘colossal’. Her bust had expanded into a veritable shelf of fluffy titmeat that extended a full meter or so in front of her, somehow supporting their own weight despite their obvious heft and mass. The assassin’s arms could juuuuust barely reach far enough around to hug her own boobs as she squished those massive melons in her grasp with a hiss of hedonistic glee, squeezing and tweaking one thumb-thick nipple at a time before sliding her focus down to her rear end - no, her ass! There was no other word to describe the wagon of wobblemeat shifting and jiggling behind her as she rose up onto her knees, leaving her legs completely buried beneath her behind from the calves down - ‘butt’ or ‘booty’ simply couldn’t hope to properly convey the sheer size of what Mileena was packing behind her now. Each cheek was easily the size of a barrel at the bare minimum, packed with firm muscle underneath but padded out with what had to be hundreds of pounds of wobbling butt-blubber. She could probably legitimately kill somebody with a swing of her hips now… a thought that was looking more and more appealing to Mileena by the moment as she simply sat there, eagerly fondling herself. Her outfit was little more than a couple of pink rags now, the already-skimpy garment standing no chance against its wearer’s expanding form, while her hair was wild and messy, fitting the near-feral state that the assassin now found herself in.

How many years had she spent in Outworld’s flesh pits, tucked away like a tool not in use to stew in her own self-hatred? How long had her Edenian and Tarkatan instincts clashed and tore against one another, beauty and bloodthirst pulling her psyche in opposite directions as each part of her instinctively recognized that they should not be together? How long had it been since Mileena had ever been truly… free like this? Had she ever been? The hybrid had no answer for that, and it disturbed her. She had disobeyed Shao Kahn’s orders - indulged in her bestial hunger rather than seek out her targets. But… was she not made to do just that? Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drugs from her feast working her way through her system, but the gears were turning in Mileena’s mind. Slowly, she rose to her new towering height, for the first time feeling the dryness in her fanged mouth. Water… she needed water first, then she could worry about orders and Outworld and all that. A more primal part of her brain was in command now… and for once in her life, Mileena had some peace in her animalistic bliss.

At least, until she hungered again.