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Mortal Kombat: A Forgotten Hero 2	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 4462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Queen Sindel requests your company."
His mind ached from being up early... or late, he wasn't sure; now being led around in near pitch black. He felt like he could be shanked at any moment, the opinions of the guards no doubt low of him for the purpose he served. Great food and great housing, but did they forget what he had to do to get those things? He'd easily trade them for their job.
He imagined there'd be zero takers.
He stumbled inside after a push, as he was sealed in with her.
Sindel sat, her legs spread wide. She sometimes took hold of a knee as she posed with a glass goblet, sipping maroon wine.
At least, he was sure it was wine...
Behind her on a symbol that curved downward into a ledge, were lit scarlet colored candles that had been placed inside skulls that were lined up in a row, their jaws open to allow more light; a warm glow reflecting off the strewn about cushions. Some of the wax had already started melting, like blood through the teeth, as they poured off into a grate; many lines crusting before they could even make it. "Good evening." She threw out invitingly, a self assuredness in her appeal. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable." She schooched over. "I want you to BE, comfortable." She set down her drink, now laying on her stomach, as she rested wrist over wrist, her large bust bunched up between her arms, looking like a sex kitten goddess - as much as that was possible, looking absolutely creepy without any pupils.
"I... I appreciate the offer, but my heart is with Kitana..." What he did earlier was by force, nothing more.
"Oh, don't bore me with talk of Kitana." Sindel rolled out from her position in frustration, picking up her drink and taking a swig of it, then setting it back down. "You should worry about pleasing me instead."
"In exchange for what?"
Sindel gazed beyond her swirling liquid, a disgruntlement she tried her best to hide, like she never had to bargain with anyone before in her life. "Very well - but I expect things in return if you ever want to see her again." She crooked a finger, and told him to come hither with it.
He broke his stance, as he flopped near her with disinterest that he tried to pass off as nervousness. "Let me have a look at you again..." She took him by the nape of his neck, and craned him back towards herself. "Yes... I made the right decision." Sindel angled herself nose to nose with him, her glossy lips reflective. "Kiss me." He did, weakly, closing his eyes late into it. Sindel was handsy, petting his inner thigh, teasing him by reaching further up, but then stopping, before she pulled him down with her. There was a satisfied lip smack as she left him, looking down on him, her power over the situation obvious. "I almost believed you were into it." She said, her middle finger painfully tracing below the low cut neckline of his tunic, grimacing at the way she treated his ribs. "Do you just have something against older women?"
He spoke as seriously as he could. "I wish what I felt had anything to do with your age."
She seemed to take offense at that.
He was thrown over a pillow that seemed impossible to sleep on, his stomach resting on it, while he was bent down in front of her, with her fingers dug into where the skin of his clavicle sunk in as she positioned her cock at his hole. Her push inside him was slow and intimate, stretching him out slowly to get used to it; her smoky voice panting out a hint of relief at being inside him.
She picked up speed, yet it was never anything he couldn't handle, possibly due to with her age. "Am I better than Kitana?" He non-verbally responded, just trying to focus on what little pleasure Sindel's thrusts offered him.
She stabbed, but didn't puncture his skin, reminding him of what he had to say by asking him again. "Yes!" He exclaimed back to her.
Sindel then removed her threat, now groping him all over. "Oh, what's this?" She flipped up that bit of clothing over his erection, before taking a firm handful of him. "Fantasize of Kitana all you wish, but remember, I'm the only one who can fulfill them." Sindel took intermediate turns stroking him and then pumping him, but as she got closer and closer, she kissed the back of his neck, almost worshipful of him, as he felt her hot splashing of ejaculation on his insides.
He still dreamed those were kisses from Kitana.
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"Special delivery to the prettiest lady in all of Edenia." He reached his arm through the square porthole, his face squished close. Her prison was one of luxury and velvet. It was fit for her and a far cry from the flesh pits where he had been staying until recently.
"My love!" Kitana rushed over. She was fast in her stride, reminding him of her agility against Sheeva. "Can it be true?" Standing back, he let her hand pass through. He began dabbing her strong yet dainty knuckles along his face, like it were the much needed wet rag for his love sick warm head. "I thought you would have surely perished in the pits. What happened?"
He met her face to face again. "I was given reprieve... Sindel asked me to do some work for her... but while I'm waiting to start, I can think of a way for us to escape." He examined her room for ways out, and it was just a bleak a situation as his: there were slits for light, but nothing human could fit through them.
"I don't understand - what work would she have you do?"
He tried to think of any good excuse. "You know how I'm from Earth? Well, she needs me to... bridge gaps in the language and culture for when she and Kahn conquer it." He tried to change the subject. "What of you? Are you well?"
Kitana let out a big sigh of relief. "I'm just really... really... happy to see you."
He mustered the best smile he could under the circumstances, and so did she.
They kissed.
"Is it okay if I just hang onto you for awhile?"
"It is." Kitana crooked her arm, cradling him. He nuzzled it, swaying in her single grip like a new born babe lovesick for his mother. She then started humming something sweet, the vibrations from her throat sending waves of contentment all throughout him.
No pleasure of flesh could compare to this.
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Any heights of elation he felt from his visit were tempered, as he returned to find Sindel lounging on his bed, gazing at her fingernails. "Ah, my slave has finished his self-flagellation ritual."
"Self-flagellation?"
"Yes... you're punishing yourself with your want of something you'll never have." She sounded so smug. "When you could be..." She stood, approaching, her heels clicking slow as she circled him, flaunting herself. "Appreciating what you have now." Sindel tilted his chin upwards, her nail sharp, almost enough to prick some blood.
He rolled with her digit, before dodging it completely. "Look, I still don't get what you want from me specifically. Can't you get it from that Kahn guy? You are married."
She scoffed. "Do you think ours was a ceremony of loooove?" She rolled that 'o' on her tongue, her voice spiteful. "Those bath attendants have seen more of him than I." Her fists balled up against her hips as she posed. "If Kahn is allowed his harem, why am I not allowed to indulge?"
His hand flapped back and forth between them. "So what is this? Your attempt to get back at him?"
She closed the distance, planting hands on him, her soulless eyes with an undead and unnerving quality with her so near - but he didn't break contact. "Oh please. Don't credit yourself too much." She swiped fluff off his shoulders in a condescending fashion, like he were a small child in need of looking respectable. "This is more about punishing that little ungrateful daughter of mine."
He took up the sword and shield for his woman. "Ungrateful? What did Kitana ever do to you."
Sindel raised an eyebrow. "She brought you into my home uninvited, didn't she?"
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Sindel strapped him down into some medieval torture device, his neck locked. He gulped. "I thought you were going to take me to sit with you on your throne."
A finger hit his chin in an almost shushing fashion. "You-" She paused with that theatricality. "Shall be my throne."
Sindel lifted two dress flaps that hung off her rear while taking position above him. Her athletic yet thick thighs still seemed ill-equipped at being able to hold up the jiggly rump that hovered above. Sindel pulled on her tight leotard which was wedged up her crack, straining to scrunch it up, before snapping it to the side, both globes wobbling.
Sindel's ass descended, the heart shape shadowing him, until they metaphorically swallowed his features.
Her large pale cheeks smothered his face, the smell of akin to death and potpourri, as the tip of his nose tickled her wrinkle. He wriggled underneath to no avail. She was cold, but it didn't stop his temperature from rising; his face now sweaty as she just sat there, not doing anything.
"Your struggling only pleases me, fool." Sindel ground herself against him. "Now taste of me, or suffocate." His tongue met her bleached looking anus, the taste no better than the smell, but it could have been worse. He breached past her winking defense, worming up her depths. Soon, he could feel her clamping around his tongue, as she subtly started bouncing on him like it were a penis. All while this was happening, some of his spit leaked back out from her ass; which was a nasty accumulation of his breath and whatever was in her starfish.
She then froze up; her spine stiffening, her legs tensing, as warm sticky fluid landed on his chest and stomach in waves, while he still explored her with swirling motions.
Sindel, shaky legged, stepped off the apparatus. Taking her still leaking cock, she stuffed the pulsating, red and heavy thing back into her dress with a snap back into place. She then fixed her messy hair, throwing the big thing back up like it were a wig, before walking away, satisfied.
"Hello?"
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Something clanged near him. He was surprised, to say the least, as Sindel unveiled the cloth from it. Gilded bars expanded out, then back in. It reminded him of a mini fortress. What resided inside jumped up to the swing in the middle, swaying on twiggy legs. "I thought you needed a friend." Small and shifty with beady black eyes, it was a bird alright. "From one caged animal to another."
He rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks." Dark blue with an aqua blue center, certain parts of it looked like it had fallen into cans of paint. Sindel was gone before he could ask if it even had a name. Was that his job now?
A couple hit him, as he looked at its sharp, hawkish beak. Blueberry was the nickname he was gonna give Kitana once they were free - but was it even friendly? Bitter irony if he named something Blueberry and the first thing it did to him was bite his finger off. "Blueberry. When me and Kitana are back together, don't get confused."
God, he was talking to a bird.
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While washing behind his ears (at Sindel's request), he noticed that he had left the bathing area with towel in hand. No questions asked.
Scrunching it tight, water seeping through his fist, he kept a low profile as he walked back to his room.
Not a guard or another living soul asked him about it.
So he did it again.
And again.
Pretty soon, he had a stash of them he kept underneath his bed. Despite his assessment from earlier, if he stripped them in half and used the right knot, and with a bit of testing... it might be possible to escape.
He'd just have to figure out a way to get Kitana here.
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