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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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The peaceful foliage now began to flicker and flutter as gusts began to kick up and pillars of wind began to form. It began to spin rapidly, producing a typhoon. Dull blue energy began to build as the speeds produced a run off of an unknown substance. It eventually piled upon itself in an amorphous shape, that a crackle of lightning then broke apart, revealing a figure of a man inside. As the surrounding nature was returned back to normal, from a cobalt void, he emerged, eyes closed, his body stuck in a trance like state.

His mind had only now just began to pick up the pieces. As if time stopped for his consciousness to return. His spirit however, conflicted with his mind. It knew that everything now was different. His final test was complete, to destabilize his existence and reappear somewhere familiar. Somewhere he could picture in his mind.

That forest from that night, was what came to him.

Up above, beams of light glistened amongst the sky as the sun beat down, trickling between the leaves producing lush evergreen.

He wanted to feel that warmth.

Bouncing between them, from tree to tree, his feet leaving imprints in the thick bark. The timber that harmed now were beneath him, serving nothing more than stepping stones. It was surprising how exhilarating it felt to be doing this. He stood on the tips of two opposing trees, arms crossed, his mind at ease, almost surprised that even he, after what felt like a millennia in discipline, could still feel that sense of rush that came from testing ones own skills.

Both his faint excitement and calm demeanor ended on a dour note once he saw the skyline. On the red dusted horizon, high rising smoke and fiery bombs exploded into blackening clouds. Then he saw it. The kingdom and the castle that looked down upon its warring kingdom. This must have been what he had been trained for. Raidens stories of those that stole their rule came rushing back. Shao Kahn and Shang Tsung. A tyrannical warlord and powerful sorcerer, combining their efforts together to become even more of a force for true evil.

Vaulting atop them, he would travel the way Kitana came, figuring it would serve better for time and distance.

She would know best.

With another jump, he came to a sudden stop; there was a bend in his path. A man made bit of land sat in between an enclosure of trees. He was about to readjust and get across another way, as he doubted his ability of clearing the distance of the gap, when he saw something.

No...

'Please have mercy! I beg you!' Painful memories loosened adrift. Not since his training has he ever felt so unsure of himself. All the same however, like Kitana, he would not let this go unpunished.

The man in the Shokans strong grasp struggled and fought for release. "Please! I have a family!"

"Then you will go back less of a man then." Sheeva replied sternly.

Coming down, he smashed and deformed the ground beneath as he landed.

She turned, the man still present. She seemed unimpressed by the display. "Who are you peasant? You seem oddly familiar."

That utterance of who he was seemed to take her back with a small chuckle that ballooned into a belly laugh, that she held back with her extra hands. She recognized that voice now. "Oh yes. You are that boy I met on that night. Scared beyond his wits of simple Tarkatans. Did an old witch steal your life force in promise of power? Your aging has not made you wise, as you are still foolish enough to challenge one such as I." Her knee rose and delivered down her foot in a stamp that quaked the earth beneath him, he could feel the vibrations, but he stood firm to it, his disposition refusing to change, he now approached Sheeva in a semi circle movement. "KNEEL BEFORE ME ROCKTHÁR!" He could sense the fear in her as she moved along opposite him. "In the ancient language of Shokan, rockthár means 'beneath the stone'. It means you are beneath my foot and where it steps. Once you are taken by another, you become the lowest caste of my people." As she made her little speech, he dipped to the ground, recovering a smooth pebble.

"What if that same worm were to get retaliation?" Tossing it into the air, he grasped it mid flip, and then pitched it at her. It narrowly missed, grazing her instead, taking off a bit of her ear lobe, and believe me - she didn't have much ear to take. Sheeva attempted to haphazardly dodge it, dropping the scared naked man who began his best attempt to run despite the lack of footwear on rocky terrain.

That was his plan. He didn't mean to hit her, cause if he did, she'd be on the ground right now. Sheeva had no part in this play, except to keep her cool and stand there as scenery. It would have buzzed by her ear like a fly if she had any sense of inner control. She was still that over angered and under thinking monstrosity she always was.

"Kitana had you pegged for what you really are. Pathetic."

She was now enraged as predicted, and now he was the one smiling. He had once in his foolish youth compared her to the perfection of an angel of dominating grace. A war goddess. It was clear now she was nothing more than a simple barbarian who wielded nothing more than her birth given strength and height. If any of those creatures she had faced on that fateful night possessed any sort of combat initiative, she wouldn't be alive right now.

Then again, neither would he.

Her attacks were standard like her strategy. Trying to lull him into thinking she had only two hands to strike with rather than the actual four she had. Yet for him, it seemed like child's play to avoid all of them, as he dodged and stopped each attempt by her. She seemed to grow agitated, her brow wrinkling even further, the impatient tone in her breath became more and more obvious with each successful dodge on his part. Raiden had put him through this exact same exercise. To never lose faith in ones abilities even in the face of a more advanced master of the arts. This was explained after he had stopped making his same mistakes during Raiden's challenge. To be sure, he was never pompous enough to consider himself a master yet, but to be on the other side of it was lethargic to say the least.

She had had enough of his show boating, as her arms flared up like a spider ready to wrap around her prey. He stood waiting. Her movement like a freight train out of control, moving with intense speed towards him.

Sheeva grabbed for him, only to catch the wind of where his body once was. He had gracefully fallen to his back, and used both hands to propel himself back up, using his feet to deliver a blow into her jaw. She turned in a stupor, before collapsing to the ground, her knees propping up her back end, the one he had so admired on that night, now an easy target. He waited for her to get back up. To try and fight back once again. His body was tightening, ready for another go around, absolutely chomping at the bit for more retribution.

Yet again, she refused to get up.

"Come on." He growled within himself, teeth grinding together. He gave her all the time in the world. Justice needed to be served. As he thought more, one side considered just walking away. That this would have been enough... another side snapped aloud. Angry, and bitter for even thinking that. Did she have justification for what she had done to him? For that man who was shamed and about to be defiled? Did she consider what that thing was capable of to a human? As he stood, readying himself for more of her humiliation, he thought her race... the Shokan... the way they deal with a fallen opponent or someone they save, becoming indentured to a master. If this truly was part of her warrior culture, then she deserved no quarter. After all. She would never do likewise.

She was slumped forward, her shoulders pulling on her tight red v of an outfit, causing it to hitch up into the interior Sheeva's buttocks, making her globes look deceptively appealing in faux nudity. He had to satisfy his curiosity... he stepped closer, pressing his palms into them, he could feel her skin was as hard as he expected. As if she had been formed from granite. He figured that would be typical from a species descended from dragons. Yet, it retained an almost squishy feeling to it. Yes. Touching her further was an opportunity he could not pass up indeed.

Disassembling his robe, he realised how easy it was in bringing her down when he didn't even need to take off his garb.

Taking hold of her cheeks, he squeezed them roughly to the threshold point where it started to pinch back in kind. Finally pulling upon the red spandex string that hid her nude form from him for so long, he pulled it to it's straining point. He could only imagine the pain as the rest of the material dug into her body. As he had hoped, that seemed to finally awaken her. "What are you doing you little whelp!?" Her voice was raised with alarm, trying to fight and raise up, but he had one response for that.

He let it fall back into place, before leaning over her body, then cracking the back of her head with a strike, the bone in his knuckle reverberated through his system, his now shaking hand took hold of the clumpy knotted hair, grinding her face against the terra. "KNEEL. BEFORE. ME." He wasn't sure if he had gone too far with that blow though. Her sign of life snuffed for a moment, before he finally saw her struggling to raise again, but she went no further than spitting the dirt from her mouth. It was the all clear for him to proceed as he saw those glowing eyes squint malice, but no more than that. He pulled on her leotard with little regard for the beast, before it finally came in two, causing her to wail out. Even as she regained her composure, she could only look back at him with that same look of disdain, and that's all she could do as he pressed his tip to her brown and rough back entry. He thrust, and she shrieked out in a deep, low growl. He was half her size in all senses, and there was a guarantee he was nowhere near as endowed as the rest of her people, yet she reacted like she was stabbed with hot death. The back passage truly was her weakness.

But he on the other hand, was under the belief that he had control over every aspect of his senses. All but this singular facet. He found himself falling atop her massive ass. He could easily imagine disappearing between her crevice if he let himself, as his knees nearly buckled. He felt like he was chasing a heat source that he couldn't reach. It was all encompassing, almost burning, and it was driving him to the brink already. Looking for something to soothe the inescapable feeling, his hands pressed and searched her lower back, those leopard spots softer than the rest of her. He could feel her muscles tense and every little goose bump raising beneath her skin.

Despite the pleasure, there was regret. This was the first time he hadn't been on the receiving end from one of the women that existed in this realm. He wished now more than anything that it was with the princess of Edenia. There was solace however, knowing this was the first time Sheeva had ever been compromised.

It was only fair neither of them got what they wanted.

His climax was coming. Building. Unlike before, where it was forced out by Kitana in a such a fashion that shot a chill through him even remembering it. Imagining her heaving body against his was exactly what he needed to propel him to his final blows. Sheeva was caught off guard, knocked off her normally strong hands, the right side of her face was being scrubbed into the dirt. Driving her fingers down, she braced herself. He himself clutched against her, his breath silent, not wanting Sheeva to believe that she could cause him any sort of pleasure. Yet there was an unspoken acquiesce between them, as their rhythm finally matched, making it resemble that of something even faintly mutual.

Soon, he unloaded deep within the female Shokan's cavern. She grunted out in frustrated pain, her surprisingly human like teeth baring to him as she bit down, literally trying to hold her ground as every inch of him entered her.

Now spent, there was clarity.

Of everything.

He recollected himself. Strangely, his robe was giving him trouble. It felt... insecure. He walked away from the chasm of sweating flesh he left in the wake of his climax. Looking back, he could see her portal now seeping his essence, as she now was working to get his planted seed out of her. He didn't know what to expect from her after his punishing lust. For her to run away like that villager? Or for her to rise up and curse him before leaping away? Maybe even to attempt to strike him again? He just expected something more from her. Not just this hushed subjugation.

Of the two of them in that moment of who he loathed the most... it was a dead heat.

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'There is no mercy in Mortal Kombat.'

He kept replaying what he had done in his mind while staring at his medallion. Was forcing her into a dishonorable life better than allowing her an honorable death? Sheeva was a sexual sadist. She lived by that code, and she needed to be reminded that she could suffer by it as well. She needed to live in fear for once. One part told him, that with this act, he knew she would never, ever, hurt anyone as she did him...

'If good intentions paved the road to the Netherrealm, then mercy is the chariot that crosses it.'

No matter the platitude he could muster from Raiden's teachings - one thing was for certain

Revenge was truly blinding.

The desert was no man's land... Tarkatan territory, and he strode through it without care, looking up to his prize. He didn't fear them like he had before, but with a Shokan at his side, he was doubly cocky. Like a captured slave, her head hung.

A lone breast sat exposed to the elements -- the side of her outfit ripped and tied between his fist. He could sense her humility akin to that of an animal, and much like a boy and his dog, Sheeva needed a break to raise her leg.

He watched her arms and body stretch in a way that yet again reminded him of an arachnid, as she took a hold of her heaving and sweating sack with a single hand, positioning herself. He stared for a moment, watching as she spewed forth her strange looking piss, noting that her length still looked as dangerous as ever. A blink of both pain and vivid imagery as he felt what would have happened if he had lost to her.

When the last of the pitter patter stopped, he yanked the makeshift chain, before starting the trek anew, knowing she would take him where he needed to be. Yet something proved bothersome in the back of his mind - one he would resolve.

With a wrench of her neck, he brought her down, elbow across her throat and chin.

"DID YOU HURT HER."

A stiffened 'no' was her response.

That would suffice.

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Under a curved and hanging cliff side like that of a crescent moon, his body sat as steady as his overhead protection. His captured Shokan at one knee, but looked as ready as ever to pounce on anyone to come their way. Every once and awhile he would catch a glimpse of her strong golden stomach, as the orange flames nearly licked them with every rise and crack of wood. He had seen her fight of course, and if anyone was thinking of infiltrating the camp, there'd be hell to pay indeed.

"Why does the Edenian Princess love you, human?" Sheeva asked with a stoic face, but the L word was like something ackrid in her mouth, her vision locked onto the fire. "She's of a noble lineage with beauty, grace and strength -- how can she have compassion for a lowly mortal like yourself? When she had found you, you were nothing but my crumpled mess. She should have sought a more suitable mate. No Shokan broodmare would take on a failure as a lover."

He smiled. "You know the more and more I hear about your culture, the more I despise it. No wonder you're the only one I've seen." He shifted a hand over his chest. "No, the real question here Shokan, is your kinds ignorance of love." He waved his hand off at her, as he pulled up a stick that he had been using to coax the fire. "All your kind knows is how to take-" He stabbed the fire

"take"

He stabbed again

"TAKE!"

He plunged the stick into it as if it were a fallen foe, ashes splitting. He pointed accusingly. "Until you understand how to respect a rockthár, your freedom is forfeit."

Sheeva roared over the fire. "You cannot keep me like this forever! You will be defeated in combat, and I will be wrested control over to them!" Sheeva relaxed. Her outburst clear as she returned to that look of contemplation. "We fight to weed out weakness. To secure my kinds future. It's in my blood. I thought it would be in Kitana's..."

"You don't know a thing about her." He still shook his head as if he were disappointed by her ignorance, even knowing full well how her kind would think. "I'm tired of this. Talking to you would be like engaging a brick wall in a conservation. Maybe you possess the brain of one as well." He turned from the fire, trying to find a soft space to retire with the sand beneath him crunching like gravel. "Good night."

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shnnk

shnnk

SHNNK

He couldn't believe he had just fallen asleep like that. His tired eyes flexing, unable to see as he forced himself upwards. Shadows loomed everywhere, the fire having died awhile ago.

SHNNK

His ears perked, what the hell was that? It was like a blade against wet stone. When the noise struck again, he followed towards the source, almost unwillingly so because of the darkness and what could be waiting around the bend.

He watched, mouth covered, her tall and slender figured outline clear, her monstrous pole stood at attention in profile. He gulped. It was as if the legend had grown in his mind...

As the night time adjusted in his sights, it all became clear, as she swiped once more:

She had been grinding down something, something like a stone knife. Yet she didn't seem the type to carry a weapon. Sheeva only had need for one tool...

"Sheeva?" He called out, mouth dry and honestly surprising himself that he had done so. Her form froze up, surprise and shock on her face, almost as if he caught her stroking her...

The stone fell, indenting the sand.

"Human... I was not expecting you to be awake..." Was that a hint of nervousness on her breath? It quickly slipped away as she stood to form like a statue, her body as unwavering as her cock. "You were not meant to see this..."

See what? As he approached, he got a good look.

The spikes that had been there to punish those that would be foolish enough to come across her, were long gone. It was like the gargantuan beast between her legs that had been defanged, and just like an animal that had been domesticated, he wanted to engage it... stroke it... discover every contour, every wrinkle of the leathery skin that surrounded her shaft. His gaze like a lit up line leading to TNT, finding its way up her imposing build -- realising then the true bridge between them was longer than he had realised. He should be the one in shock, not her. "Why not?"

Sheeva had nowhere to turn but her master.

"For a deed to be selfless, no one must know it was ever committed... as I waited over you, I realised you were... right." It obviously hurt her to say that, but there was not that hint of regret to it that he expected if she had lied. "I devised a gift for you."

But he wasn't going to let her know that he knew, that she was being honest with him.

"I have my doubts, Shokan." He disregarded her with ease.

"You doubt me!?" That steamy pride stamped forth from her like an elephant.

"I have my doubts." He restated, eyes in repose.

As if on cue, he heard her lips suckle, before delivering a hard hock. As if expecting to be splattered, he instead saw the head of her cock even more slickened. Her hands alternated between spitting and stroking. It was mesmerizing to say the least, keeping his mind off the fact that this was going to go inside him soon.

She sat, perching her lower half - her stunning body of muscle and sex, inviting. A hand of hers pushing up her head into view, elbow outstretched, hairless armpit exposed, her eyes half lidded. He couldn't believe he could describe Sheeva as being casual, but here she was.

Did he forget to mention the giant cock? Intimidating to say the least, it didn't seem to have a give to it. He felt the smoothed edges, still trying to find the lethal protrusions, as he was still wary of her and what she could do if so inclined. Maybe one of them was a switch and they'd burst out to skewer him.

Maybe.

He stood tall, but even that didn't seem like enough as he tried to lower himself down onto the engorged toadstool. He rubbed it against his cavity for a moment, trying to connect it with himself, but it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, leaving himself unable to do the deed properly. He'd leave it to the professional.

Sheeva's monstrous digits gripped betwixt his fingers, positioning them and him as best she could. He stared a moment into her eyes. There was something in her that was unlike every other encounter before -- she wasn't trying to be menacing, which was still hard for her considering the horns, skin and body. She was just trying to enjoy the moment. "Wait." He breathed, sucking in the cool air to relax his burning and confused insides. His loins lusted for Sheeva, but his mind and spirit were absorbed somewhere else.

To someone else.

"Okay." He relented, as Sheeva punched into him. There was no pretending now - it hurt. He couldn't exactly forget his first - there was pain, but not like that first time. The head grazed like little rivets on his insides, like an extreme colonic that he'd never forget as she crawled up into his interiors. It wasn't so much sex, as just a slow descent.

A descent he was in control of.

He gripped her hands tight.

It took her a second to register that as the all clear, as she lifted him. He could feel every inch, almost counting the measurements of the flesh he rode up again. What was strange on this go round was how much precum she exuded. It had to be as much as a normal cumshot. He worried about the real thing.

He could see she craved more, because every once and awhile she would go a little faster than he wanted, but she was tempered enough to hold back. He knew he could never truly tame the beastess, as he slid up and down, waiting for the worst.

Then it happened.

Sheeva had hit her overdrive moment, and became a relentless monster as she thrust upwards, trying to reach the heavens through him, and with his hands held down to his side, she took a strong grip of his cock while using the other to press into the flat of his stomach. He knew if she continued the way she had been, his mind would blank out - even with his strong constitution.

There was nothing he could do.

He convulsed and fired across her full and sweaty chest. Almost annoyed at this, her movements hiccuped for a moment to stare, but continued pumping soon after as his neck went slack.

It felt like she hit the top of him.

She glowered for a moment, her big lips pulled back as she gave him everything she had - firing what felt like gallons of cum into him that Sheeva refused to let out of him with her big, fleshy stopgap.

He didn't know how long he was out for.

They sat in the afterglow.

There was something he was waiting for. The look of contempt, a need for retribution.

Yet it never came.

He felt Sheeva's strong hands prop him up as he walked with a limp back to the camp. "You're free now, or whatever I have to say in your language to give it back. Freedom-for-you-sesame..." What was he even saying?

Placing him with a gentleness he still wasn't sure how she was capable of, his eyes fell on the wavy striped patterns that made up the hide that now rested upon him as Sheeva took her place beside him. "Where did you get this?"

Sheeva's eyes remained shut as her booming murmur of a response came "I intended this to be the gift."
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