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Mortal Kombat: A Forced Hero	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 26262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He awoke to the slight sting of his flesh. He had thought it was injuries he had received before hand coming back to bite him, but it was a whole new sensation. His eyes opened to see lush velvety pillows and whats more, underneath him was a silky smooth texture. He knew what transpired wasn't a crazy dream and he hadn't just woke up from it, for one simple reason:
He never had a bed this good.
"You're awake I see." He didn't have to turn his head to know who it was. His body tried to raise up but she was forceful with her hand. "No. You have extreme wounds that need medical attention. Lay." He didn't argue. As her fingers continued to stir along his back with the concoction, he couldn't help but feel guilty. "This is an ancient healing mix that dates back many generations of our people. It works almost instantaneously."
That was it. "Lady I am not-"
"Kitana."
She was quick on the draw. "Kitana... I am not an Edenian." He revealed like it had been some grand scheme he had been hatching.
"I know." She replied without a care as she began working the goo on his arms.
"You do?" Remembering what she looked like, she seemed like any human girl. Well. A human girl that had a well used membership to her local YMCA.
"It's quite easy to recognize my own people. I knew from the very moment I saw you."
"So... are you adopting me into it or just providing political asylum?"
"Maybe." He really wanted to give her a funny look for that answer.
"Turn." His chest was already on fire. He hadn't wanted to stir the ire of his back. However Kitana did seem like she knew best. He put on a preemptive cringe when he flipped over onto his back, as he expected the worst possible feeling. Yet, there was no pain.
The facial mask of hers she wore when she saved him from that beast of a woman was missing, leaving her beautiful facial features on display. At least he thought so. With her lush lips in contrast to her firm jaw, she definitely wasn't a glass princess.
Undoing what was left of his shirt, Kitana seemed surprised at what was underneath.
"Did Sheeva do this to you?" Kitana questioned as she felt the skinned flesh of his chest, the concern in her voice shocked him. Did she truly care about him?
"No. Don't worry about it. I got these from falling from the sky." He stated in an ambiguous tone as to whether he was joking or being serious.
"However you got them, I'm glad they are not worse... for your sake." She finished by applying the lotion she had been telling him about, gliding her fingers across his chest.
The pain faded in more and more places. He couldn't believe how effective it was.
"When you said instant, you meant instant." He once again tried to lighten the mood despite the extreme pain he was feeling in one last place he dare not mention.
Kitana shifted, the side fo her face revealing an uncertainty in her. As if about to break some horrible news. "There is one more place you were hurt and it must be dealt with urgently." Speak of the devil. He knew what area she was referring to.
He turned away from her. "It hurts but... please, it's embarrassing enough."
"I've seen what that weapon of hers has done to other Edenian men. You need treatment. Now." She was quite firm this time.
He was annoyed. "What makes you say that?"
Kitana had popped out her fan blades and in a metal whoosh, proceeded to slice something. Kitana held the back of his pants up to his face. He had bloodied himself without realizing it. He covered his eyes with the palms of his hands. He was a failure as a man. He was gonna die from getting raped.
"There is something I can do." The tears were flowing past his wrists and down his face. "It's drastic, but it's the only way."
He had wondered if he should just die right now. Save himself the embarrassment.
Without much effort on her part, she pulled his hands away to see the tear soaked face of his that he wanted to hide. Kitana slipped a hand upon his cheek and held him as she enveloped him for a kiss.
A renewed zest for life revitalized within him in that moment. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. "I trust you." Escaped his weary lips.
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Kitana inserted three fingers into the curdled healing formula. There was a sound of suction as she pulled them from it, along with a large amount of the warm gel to work with. Laid up on his back, he watched on as she methodically stroked her length, pulling her foreskin back and forth, her purple head gleaming with precum. This was not out of her own personal pleasure, but to make sure every inch was dripping with the aid.
Once again he seemed to fight logic as nervousness hit him, the size of her member made him reconsider even doing this. "Shouldn't we do this somewhere else? This is your royal bed. I don't want to-" She had placed a single finger on his lips to shush him. Point well taken.
"I do this not for me, but out of necessity for you."
"Can't it be both?" He smiled weakly up to her. Seeing her turn her head away from him, he couldn't help but think she had smiled too.
Feeling the results of his back and chest, he knew this was possibly the best option he had right now. He just didn't have to like it.
Her hand smoothed against his stomach, much like when she was giving him that treatment and that seemed to relax him as he exhaled. Her hand then turned firm on his stomach and she pushed into him. There was a squish and his face reacted to a pain that wasn't there. "I'm in." She assured. He almost laughed. It was like getting a needle. The imagination was much worse than the reality.
Kitana slipped in easier than she thought. Looking down, she was ecstatic there was nothing but a look of bliss on his face.
For her part, she was extremely delicate. Taking it as slow and steady as necessary. There was a part of Kitana that wanted to just let herself go, drop all civility and drive into him like that Shokan. Yet she held firm in her pace, for one day, she would, but that was not this day.
As Kitana slowly worked him, he felt like he could get used to this. Not having to do a thing to give her pleasure. She just had to give and she received. Was it really this easy for women?
Then it happened. The air was sucked out of him as he felt it. Something was happening down there. Something he didn't like.
As he whined out in pain telling her to get it out, Kitana froze. "I don't understand. What's wrong?" She tried to pull out but he had encircled her with the insides of his ass. Her healing of him had an adverse effect: She made him an anal virgin again, and pushing her away seemed to make things worse.
Kitana panicked as she saw him writhe about. Grabbing at her neck piece, she unhooked something and the clothing that covered her chest flapped down. Exposing herself to him was a kind gesture, but did little for the pain he was going through. With a whimper, he held out both his arms, wanting her closer to him. She came down upon him, their faces cheek to cheek, chins locked into one another's shoulders. Her large tits pressing against him, her hardened nipples grinding against his skin, which spurred her on to clench her ass and pump him hard.
Kitana's hands were like claws as they dug deep into her bed. She hadn't intended to use him like this, but the warmth she felt emanating from him was driving her crazy. Although it ruined the surprise for their wedding night.
After several deep grunts, she shot deep within him, but she wasn't the only one that got off. Wrapping her hands around his body, she held him tight as she gave him her final humps. She forced her seed into him as much as she could before exiting with a pop. Both sticky with sweat and spunk, their lips mashed together as she collapsed onto him, their fluids sticking their bodies together as the remaining droplets from Kitana's now dissipating cock dribbled onto him.
As she laid exhausted, he wanted to whisper something in her ear. Yet as he mustered up the courage to say it, he dozed off.
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The door burst open and there was a scramble of guards in heavy clanking armor. "Seize him!" The high pitch of what had been said sent a puncture throughout his head. He looked to see who was giving the orders. It turned out to be a rather ghoulish looking older woman, who despite everything, had an extremely high bust that was not at all hidden from view. Did anybody dress like a normal person here? Arms and hands had pulled him from the bed while Kitana on the other hand leaped towards those that had him.
She once again proved to be a princess of battle rather than civility. With the numbers game however, even she was bested by these anonymous assailants. Both him and Kitana were both dragged in front of the woman with the skunk coloured hair. "Mother, what is the meaning of this!?"
"You were with a man of non Edenian lineage. You know we do not allow such things unless the one seeking your hand provides the kingdom with something in return."
"But mother-"
"Silence!" She could deafen somebody by whispering. Imagine what she does just loudly speaking. He looked to Kitana for hope, and she looked to him, defeated. Even somebody as independent as she seemed to be, was still a slave to family.
"I have to thank you again Sheeva. Your information proved useful once again."
Sheeva stepped through the entrance to the room, bowing forward. One hand on her stomach and the others splayed out. "It is my pleasure to serve Edenia, Queen Sindel." An eye of hers peaked out to the two lovers, vigor restored in Kitana, she reacted with a lunge and furious anger in the hard grasp she was in.
"Mother! How can you work with these barbarians?" She asked with a jerk.
"Shokan have served as bodyguards to Edenian royalty for centuries my dear." Sindel raised off her feet and floated around Sheeva, who remained perfectly still. "They too have served as our eyes and ears, among other things." With a wave of her hand towards Kitana, she spoke emphatically. "Take my daughter somewhere to be held for the remainder of his visit. But not just anywhere. She is a princess after all." She floated to him as the guards dispersed. "As for you boy... I must request your time."
Despite Kitana's many screams and physical protests, she was dragged off. Even to the last moment she fought to see the man she had given her love to.
"May I join you mistress? He may try something." Sheeva once again tried to put on elegance to her servitude, but it was as fake as her initial kindness to him.
Sindel had grown weary of the four armed dragon born. "No. Your duty is well served and you are to retire to your quarters. Understood?"
"Yes... mistress." Sheeva obeyed, but left in a huff.
Closing the distance between them, a cold and clammy hand met his cheek. "We shall see why my daughter took a shining to you." Being this up close and personal with the witch, her soulless, milky white eyes were now obvious. He guessed it didn't run in the family.
She snapped her fingers and he was deposited to the ground, the guards that once held him scrambled out of the picture and the doors to the chamber clanked closed. "You lacked bite with my guards. I take it you're not well versed in the arts of combat. Strange. My daughter took well with a man who had won the tournament several times before." Giving him a once over, she began again. "You must attract her in... some other way." With that said, the armor that seemed molded to her figure, floated away from her body, revealing an aged pale nudity. The tear drop forms that covered her breasts were the last to go. It was quite the difference between the young Kitana whose nipples were a dark pink, while her mothers were a shade of brown. Her hour glass figure could still give any woman less than half her age a run for their money.
At this point, seeing her large pale cock wasn't a surprise. What did surprise him was that like the rest of her, her penis and sack had aged flawlessly. He personally had more wrinkles in that one area than she possessed in her entire body.
Was he really admiring that aspect of her? Really? He tried to argue that Kitana had one. So he was gonna have to readjust to this radical new aspect of women.
'Readjusting' might have been one way to say it. Another way of saying it was 'being thrown off a cliff without a parachute'. Sindel had sent her hair after him like it was alive and reeled him in like she caught a fish. He had little time to react as it restrained tightly around his arms and chest.
Floating in the air, she bent back, like she had taken a seat. Her stiffness pointing up in the air like an awaiting spike, ready to skewer him. He hung above it, legs kicking, like somebody about to be put on the gallows.
"Please. I love your daughter." It was about the only thing he could think of in hopes of stopping this.
"That's what got you here in the first place!" All that good will of Kitana healing his ass went out the window as he was unceremoniously brought down upon Sindel's large girth. It was still painful like the first time. Nowhere near as bad as Sheeva's horse cock that ripped him to shreds, but this wasn't an improvement.
Her hair worked him effortlessly up and down, he could feel every inch of her. Her head whipped back as she let out a cackle. "Ah yes. My daughter knows how to pick her whores well." At this, she placed both hands upon his cheeks and really began fucking him. It sent a shiver throughout his body. The sensation was strange... her chilled skeletal like grip clashed with the warm sensation of her dick inside him. It almost felt good. Almost.
It seemed like the crescendo of her assault as she had begun picking up her speed. "You are not worthy of my essence, but I shall make an exception!" Wanting to gauge how close she was to finishing, he tried to find any tells in her body language. One thing she did was raise her head inch by inch every time he bobbed on her length. It seemed like she was gonna break something permanently with the way she was contorting.
A dedicated low moan hummed in her throat. She had to be close. He was caught off guard, however, when he felt a sudden snap upon his chest, and breathing became more and more difficult. He gave it one last shot to squeeze out of the enwrapping hair. His fists balled and he strained...
The last thing he felt was Sindel rocketing her load inside him before everything went dark.
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He jump started like he had awoke from a bad dream. Breath exhilarated. His eyes wide. No... this wasn't a dream. He reached up to wipe his nose, as he did, he saw the accessory that Sindel had bestowed upon him. Weighted chains kept him tied to the wet stone of the bleak dungeon he had been placed in. Peering in the darkness across from him, a crumbled ivory white figure stared mindlessly back. He too had been wrapped in chains. It made him wonder when the last time they cleaned this place was.
Besides when he rustled his chains, the only other sound was a sporadic drip that echoed throughout.
Until he heard a small grunt.
He would have figured it had to be Kitana. Yet he knew her voice quite... intimately. So he knew whoever it was, it wasn't Kitana. He also ticked out any of the other women he has met on his adventure in pain. This wasn't anybody he knew. That was the one thing he could say without a doubt in himself.
Tack. Tack. Hard clicks of heels, much like when he first met Kitana, except more pronounced on the stonework. Had she come to save him?
"I am Jade. Kitana's sister." Her name alone described the colour of her outfit, in a dress similar to her sister minus the hanging sash between Kitana's legs.
He couldn't tell at first how they were related. She possessed much darker skin than Kitana for example. The connection between the two came to fruition when she pulled down her similar green mask to reveal her face. She was a dead ringer in many ways.
Besides the killer abs, he meant.
"She wanted me to deliver a message." His head and ears perked at this information. His sullen eyes brightened amongst all this darkness. The woman in green leaned closer, and he tipped himself to her expecting a whisper. He instead got her fingers on his chin and a sharp turn of his head as she engorged him in a kiss that was quite similar to Kitana's. His somewhat sloppy kissing in return left him open for Jade's tongue to infiltrate. He almost pulled back at this. He was more than hesitant to do that with somebody other than Kitana.
Something in him finally relented. Whether it was the fear of his own mortality or wanting to be in some way close to Kitana again, their tongues met together, but as soon as he joined her, she pulled away, leaving him in a confused stupor.
"Was that the message?", he disappointingly asked.
Jade was pulling her mask back on when she responded. "Yes. And she made me practice it many times."
Wait what? He didn't have time to think about that. He needed to ask her one thing. "Did Kitana say anything? About us, I mean."
"Yes."
"Does she..." He was hoping Jade would catch on with what he meant, not wanting to say it.
"More than I could ever understand." Was that a shot against him or Kitana? He still couldn't help himself as a small smile appeared on his face. Now he stared at the tiled floor, expecting Jade to walk away and leave him to stew.
"Your trial is tomorrow. I suggest you get some rest."
At least he got something he wanted...
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