Mileena purred in satisfaction as he continued to suckle on her breast and stroke himself. She could feel the tension building inside him, and with a wicked grin, she removed his hand from his crotch and guided it back to her ample breast. "Squeeze," she commanded softly, her voice laced with desire.

As he obeyed and groped at her breast once more, harder this time, Mileena arched her back further, moaning in pleasure.

As he kisses her and begins to stroke himself in front of her, Mileena's breath hitches in her throat. The combination of his lips on hers and the sight of him touching himself so openly sends a wave of arousal coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. Her hands grope at his back, digging into the flesh as she urges him on, needing to feel him come apart in her grasp.

"That is not true!" She insists, her voice shaking with emotion. "You may be human, but that does not make you worthless. You have shown me kindness and love when no one else ever has...and for that, I will never forget you." Her eyes search his face, looking for any sign of hope or understanding.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within her. "I am not the same person I was before tonight," she whispers. "

Her heart lurches painfully in her chest at his words, and for a moment she can't find the strength to speak. Instead, she simply nods, her lips pressed together as tears threaten to spill down her cheeks. She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now.

"I... I need time," she repeats softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "To understand these feelings, to come to terms with who I am and what I want...