YT continuing to be home to incorrect takes. Ashrah and Syzoth did NOT break up when he went back to Outworld to help his people, it's just a long distance relationship. Yall act like they don't have access to the portal between realms when they absolutely do--Ashrah's one of the Wu Shi and Syzoth is part of Mileena's court. They can visit each other whenever they want and probably do.
Imagine Ashrah getting a little bit jealous when Syzoth brings Khameleon to Fengjian for a visit. Bc here's this pretty young Zaterran with the same condition as him, and that means that she is not his only kindred spirit, Khameleon is actually more kindred to him, and he's been spending all this time with her.
Meanwhile Khameleon is being lowkey unsettling towards Kung Lao bc she doesn't know that humans and Zaterrans have very different ways of expressing interest. Syzoth and Johnny have been hyping Kung Lao up to her and she is not disappointed.
author's note: i can't believe i actually wrote this, it's filthy. but ashrah is one of my faves and she deserves to get fucked stupid by her hot lizard bf. why he have an insane tongue if he ain't gonna use it (he does). anywaaay. enjoy.
The sheets shifted, and Ashrah's eyes opened at the whispering sound of fabric against fabric. Sleep was relatively new to her, and when it did come, it was often accompanied by the human phenomenon of nightmares.
They were nearly always the same: Quan Chi found them, and she couldn't stop him from taking back Sareena. Half the time, Raiden, Kung Lao or Johnny died, and in the worst ones, Syzoth.
Her heart slowed as his arm wound around her waist and he pressed against her back, and her hand stopped wanting for her kris. It was just Syzoth.
Her lips pulled into a smile. "You're not supposed to be in here," she reminded him softly. The Wu Shi frowned upon unmarried lovers sharing a bed, but Ashrah still remembered the first time he checked on her, claiming he heard her struggling in her sleep.
It took her too long to figure out that he was afflicted with the same condition, and he was searching for comfort as much as offering it. "I won't tell," she added, turning to face him. "But maybe if you told Raiden... the Wu Shi might be understanding," she said, gently pushing his hair back from his forehead.
It was damp, and even in the sparse moonlight, she could see his cheeks and neck were flushed. "It's not that," he mumbled, wedging himself into her embrace. Between her legs, pushing apart the thin white robe and pulling her against his chest, his face burying in the crook of her neck and shoulder and inhaling deeply.
Oh. Well... this was exactly what the Wu Shi wouldn't approve of, but Ashrah had atoned for far greater sins. Syzoth's lips pressed against her neck, searching for the familiar spot that had her wriggling against him, as his other hand sought out the tie of her robe. His mouth opened, his forked tongue sliding across her skin as soft as silk. Her breath hitched as it slithered over her ear, and he pressed against her, hard and throbbing.
He was so eager... the first few times, he had wooed her shyly, unsure if she would accept his affection. But this time, there was something desperate in his panting breath and wandering hands, the kind of desperation that didn't appear until they were almost at their peak.
Something was off. Even the desire smoldering in her core couldn't burn away that feeling. "Syzoth..." she murmured, tilting her head away.
He followed, laving his lips and tongue along the fresh canvas she had accidentally exposed. "You smell so good... so clean and pretty, like that tea Madam Bo serves."
Ashrah flushed, her knees spreading wider. Syzoth often said sweet things to her, but the way that made her feel was not sweet--or clean. The Zaterran took advantage, pressing his full weight into her and shifting her onto her back.
As he started to grind against her, Ashrah steeled her voice, "Syzoth. Stop."
He looked up at her, green eyes dark and hazy, his mouth slick and pouty. The way he looked when she kissed him a little too long. So gorgeous and messy, but she'd barely touched him. Gods, why would that little voice not shut up?
"Don't you want me?" he asked, voice soft and husky as he rolled his hips into her. Instinctively, her body moved against him, craving that hard heat cradled against her.
Her hands framed his face. "Always," she affirmed. Earthrealm had given her many joys, but none she treasured so much as him. He was the only one who understood what it meant to be different, reviled and outcast by their own people, but still carry love for some of them. She had a soul now, and it recognized its counterpart in him... so she could not ignore this. "Tell me what's wrong."
His lip pulled between his teeth for a moment, then he said, "I need you."
Before she could even respond, his head ducked for her neck and he resumed grinding against her, even more desperately than before. His hand brushed against her thigh, and she jerked.
"I'm aware..." she said, reaching down to pull it away.
He kissed up her throat to her mouth, shaking his head. "No... no, I need you," he mumbled, his mouth fumbling against hers as he laced their fingers together and pressed her hand to the mattress. "Do demons not..." frustration edged his voice, "mate?" he tried.
It was so endearing. "You know very well we do," she replied. They had done so several times.
His head slumped, his forehead tilting against her shoulder, but his hips kept their rhythm. "Syzoth?" she asked, wondering if she had said something wrong. She did that often, being ignorant of human culture. She was learning.
Maybe this wasn't a human thing... she was ignorant of Zaterran culture, too, but she was just as willing to learn. She reached for his face, tilting it up so she could press her mouth to his. He responded automatically, giving her unfettered access and groaning in a way that settled deliciously in her core.
"Tell me what you need..." she beckoned against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"You," he whined. "I need you, please." His free hand slid between them, and she froze at the claw that grazed against her skin. A beat, and then a tearing sound and she knew what was in his hand before she saw it. What she didn't expect was for him to press it to his mouth and inhale, watching her hungrily.
Syzoth was a sweet man, but she knew there was an animal within him, too. One he had no intention of giving up... and one who apparently had it's own needs.
His head dipped, his mouth trailing down her stomach until his shoulders were nestled between her thighs. Ashrah knew what was coming next, her heart beating in the lowest point of her core; Syzoth was a generous lover, always making sure she was taken care of.
But this time, he dove in like a man in the desert who had just found an oasis. His tongue laved over her lower lips, drinking up every drop of her arousal. The forked tip fluttered against her clit, making her gasp and squirm.
His tongue traced every sensitive inch of her skin, exploring and worshipping her. He groaned into her, the sound reverberating in her core.
He pulled his head up, looking at her, his lips and tip of his nose shiny. She shifted beneath him; she was so close, but she needed more than just his serpentine tongue.
Finally, when she was almost to the point of protesting, his cock was sheathed inside of her, stretching and filling her. Hunched over with his face nuzzled between her breasts as he thrust. "You're so warm..." he groaned, his shallow thrusts getting deeper. His clawed hand gripped her thigh, trying to drag her up into him, and she grew impossibly slicker at the way his talons pressured her skin but didn't break it.
"Syzoth..." she moaned his name as he picked up speed. His tongue wrapped around her breast, the forked tip flicking the nipple, and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out.
"I want to hear you." His thrusts were getting desperate again, and she could feel him thickening inside her. "Please, my pretty mate..."
They were going to get caught, she wanted to protest, but that wasn't what left her mouth. Instead, it was an answering plea of, "Hurry..."
It never took long. This human body was sensitive, and Syzoth always took good care of it. And maybe, the fact that it was him made everything so much more intense. No... that was definitely part of it. A few more deep thrusts and she was seeing stars behind her eyelids.
His thrusts grew shallow again, attempting to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her body. “Can we....?” he asked.
Ashrah's eyes blinked open. “Again?”
He nodded, that hungry look in his eyes as he took her in. “Just one more time,” he promised.
A promise that was almost immediately broken. After he pulled her into his lap, his clawed hands gripping her hips and guiding her up and down on his cock until he spilled, he made the same whining plea. She couldn't refuse, not with his tongue flicking against her ear, so she weakly agreed.
He flipped her over, cleaving her from behind. One hand snaked around her thigh, between her legs to play with that sensitive pearl of flesh just above where he was thrusting. He groaned in wanton delight, “You're so tight...” as her body clenched around him. She could barely breathe, let alone respond, completely lost as another wave of pleasure wracked her body.
And again, he whined, “Just one more time...” She was too strung out to protest as he carefully tilted her onto her side. Something rough and scaled wrapped around her leg, lifting it up—his tail, she realized.
He slid inside her again, filling that deep ache. “Syzoth~”
“You're so pretty and kind and strong... I hope our brood is just like you,” he groaned in her ear.
What...? “Syzoth, what are you--”
His mouth descended on her ear, whispering in a husky tone, “I'm going to put a whole clutch in you.” His thrusts grew even rougher, pounding into her relentlessly, the tip of his cock railing against her womb.
She could barely speak without moaning. He'd never been like this before... his tail constricted around her quivering leg, and a hazy thought slid across her mind.
He'd been holding back, controlling himself, containing that animal side to him. But it slipped out anyway, in his tongue, his hands, his tail. How difficult it must have been, considering the animal side... that was how he was born. He was more Zaterran with a human side, really.
She reached up with one hand to cup his cheek. He turned, nuzzling his face into her touch, though he kept moving between her legs with the same fervor. “You don't have to hold back,” she whispered. She still didn't know entirely what was going on, but she trusted him.
He groaned against her palm, shifting entirely. Her back was now pressed against broad scales, and his girth expanded inside her. She couldn't understand what he was saying, his words a whispering mess in her ear but his tongue and muzzle against her neck was enough to let her know that she was loved.
His hips tilted, his cock grazing against that spot inside her that made her feel like every part of her body was curling, and she choked out his name at her last climax.
He buried himself inside her to the hilt, spilling so much she could feel it sliding down her thighs. His mouth opened, his breath cool against her skin and then—teeth against her shoulder. She winced, the slight pain breaking through the haze of the afterglow, but didn't struggle. Then, he was licking at the small puncture wounds, and the prickling pain faded.
He slid out of her with a second gush of wetness between her thighs and shifted back to his human form. He let her leg down gently, then settled behind her, pulling her back against his sweaty chest. His hand rested against her stomach, stroking it gently. “I love you so much, my mate...” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the marks on her shoulder.
She'd ask him about it in the morning. For now, she was too tired to do anything but fall asleep, safely nestled in her mate's arms.
