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SUB-ZERO
I don't imagine him watching TV often, but when he does it's probably work related. I imagine him watching MMA tournaments and studying other martial arts matches/competitions that happen in parts of the world he can't get to. And I imagine when he's watching a live match, nothing can tear his focus off the combatants. But for a ready lady lover who needs attention, I imagine he would multitask like this -
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Maybe it's late and you're already in bed together. You can't dictate the schedules of tournaments on the other side of the planet so who knows what time he wakes himself to turn on the TV. Maybe the groans and shouts of the competitors plays softly from the speakers, invading your subconscious before waking you. Or perhaps he has headphones, but reflexively hisses and groans out an "ooh" or "ouch" in sympathy for a wounded contestant. Maybe the audio that awakens you is a mixture of fighter groans and Bi-han's muttering, "should guard your left... your other left, idiot. Mmmm you got lucky."
Either way, imagine waking naked beneath a blanket to the vision of him sitting up in bed, the light of the TV casting a glow over his naked torso. Imagine you get to purr and touch him. Maybe you plant little kisses on his side and tell him you were dreaming about him. Maybe he glances at you and murmurs an apology for waking you from your dream as he pets your hair and draws you against him before he returns his focus to the match.
His hand probably feels good in your hair. He probably smells good and sounds good when he asks about your dream. You see him still focused on the match. You tell him he was licking you in your dream. He grunts absently. You nip him and he doesn't break his gaze from the TV.
But you need attention.
You're horny, you tell him. He tells you there are only a few fights left. Whatever, you're horny and you're horny right now. You tell him you want to masturbate if he's not going to play. You ask if that's okay. He thinks about it a second and says it's fine. Turn up the volume, you tell him.
You play with yourself. Tickling your clit feels better when he's next to you, even if he's not paying attention. He hears you whimper. He turns his head an inch towards you with his eyes locked on the screen. As soon as he can safely spare a glance your way, he looks down at your hand on your pussy for a fraction of a second. His own hand darts down, covers yours. He feels how you play with yourself, then pushes your hand out of the way and takes over. You hold his arm with your wet hand and bury your face in his side, panting. You work your hips and press your clit into his fingertips.
His little strokes are steady, and on the mark. It feels good. Over time it feels better and there can be sudden washes of sensitivity and pleasure in which you find yourself, not cumming, but worked up enough that you're shuddering and whimpering louder - but the second your voice breaks into anything louder than a whisper, the second you sob, his fingers hesitate on you and he peeks at your face. He slows down, goes lighter, selfishly saving you for himself for the end of the match.
The edging can blind you and you can beg him to do it harder or wait patiently for someone to win the fight, content in his arms, content with his steady strokes on your wet, swollen clit. You're too blissed out to know what's happening in the fight or how long you have to wait. You assume you have to wait longer and are surprised by the intensity of the sudden unexpected kiss.
He practically dives on top of you and starts to curl your legs up around him. Did the fights end, you wonder aloud. He tells you it was a quick KO and not to worry about the fight, he knows its over.
All of his attention is on you, as if all of his attention was on your soaking wet, slick pussy the entire time. As if he couldn't wait to cum inside. As if he couldn't wait to make you tell him all about your little wet dream of him while he slides his slick cock back and forth over your swollen clit to lubricate himself in your juices. As if he didn't just edge you so much that you can no longer respond to him in complete sentences without moaning incoherent pleas for him to rail you. You lift your pussy, press the lips against his balls, and let the pink winking folds speak on your behalf, begging him for a mercy that he cannot resist granting you.
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[CONTINUED FROM PART 3a(i)]
“Fuck me,” you interrupted.
“I will,” he promised.
“Fuck me, husband,” you pleaded.
Something in your tone spurred him on. He felt heavier against you than a moment ago, slower, more deliberate. The strokes of his cock against your clothes stretched farther, firmer than before.
“Begging,” he growled, “You're begging. My wife never begs anyone, for anything. She'll never have to beg. You will never have to beg.”
You pressed a desperate kiss into his lips. His muffled voice rumbled into you through your skin. If only he kept it up, you could have cum.
You felt your tense muscles melt under him, an autonomic reaction of acceptance. He noticed how docile you felt in his arms at that moment. He knew that it meant you were ready to cum, to be railed. He knew that it meant all of you belonged to him in that instance. He huffed against your neck, debating in his mind whether to rip clothes off and take you, or hold you still until the others breached the door.
A fiery glow lit the cellar with a strange whoosh noise, and for a moment you thought the electricity had been restored. An exasperated, deep sigh rumbled through your lover, followed by a laughing grumble.
“Cheater,” Sub-Zero growled towards the source of the light.
You looked at what he was speaking towards. Liu Kang stepped into the cellar, opening a portal directly into the walkway. The portal snapped closed behind him. When the darkness consumed the cellar once more, the shine from the god's glowing eyes stood eerily out of place between the growing black shadows. As your eyes adjusted, the white lines of his dragon tattoos gave enough light to paint the curves of muscle and sinew in his bare torso.
“Have mercy on her, Bi-Han. You've teased her quite enough,” he said.
In the presence of this god, Bi-Han replaced his sultry voice with a loud, grating gravelly voice; he might use such a voice while in command.
“I was on the brink of giving in to her before you showed up. But now that you're here I can make use of your services,” he said.
The melting feeling evaporated. You tensed in curiosity, muscle and bone all at attention, as your mind raced with inappropriate thoughts of the “services” Bi-Han might have insinuated.
“What service did you have in mind?” Liu Kang asked.
“Officiation, for a marriage between the two of us. Then if the mood takes you, stay with us and claim Prima Nocta,” he recommended.
You swallowed a yelp. Prima Nocta? The right of the lord to sexually take any woman, especially on her wedding night, if the woman lived on his lands? The old feudal law?
Liu Kang was god, you knew every molecule of this timeline was his. You wondered if that fact gave him the right- or the power- to enforce such egregious outdated rules over the Lin Kuei. You wanted no part of it unless you had a choice in the matter! Rather, if you had a choice in the matter, it could be very interesting to do some sexy role-playing with the both of them. But, Oh. Bi-Han just grinned. It was all an inside joke.
Liu Kang just rolled his pretty, glowing eyes.
“I suppose your oversight of her assets would ensure that she stops misappropriating our timeline's resources,” Liu Kang said, “if she is amenable to that. But I won't be forcing myself, nor a marriage, onto this beautiful visitor. Those decisions are hers, alone, to make.”
To say you spoke without hesitation would be an understatement, as you had already considered and made these decisions when you first closed the door in their faces.
“Let's do it,” you said, “marry me, fuck me, pass me around, sandwich me, but do it today please. I have things to do. Let's go.”
“Oh,” Liu Kang said.
The room brightened as he widened his eyes.
“Keep your inner flame in check, Liu. I'll be pissed if you boil a drop of my delicious wine,” Bi-Han said.
“You don't seem surprised by her recommendations?” Liu asked.
“You saw what you saw when you walked in on us. She's fast, she knows what she wants, and she knows what she's doing. I'm happy to share her with you, on the condition that I get to keep her assets if she makes a sudden exit from our timeline,” Sub-Zero said.
The “wedding” was as short and simple as you'd expect for a last-minute union. You recorded the event on the phone, intending to stream it later. By the light of the phone flashlight, you both agreed to sort the terms of your agreement to transfer assets with completed vows at a later date, then drank wine from the same crystal wineglass and agreed to be married in the eyes of god - Liu Kang being the aforementioned god in this instance. Liu Kang under his own authority pronounced you and Bi-Han wedded.
In the same breath that Liu Kang proclaimed you wedded, Bi-Han picked you up off your feet and pushed your body into Liu Kang's. Liu Kang caught you, even as Bi-Han walked the two of you back up against the wall. Liu Kang was warm and hard to the touch, with a sizeable erection pressed against your backside. You and Bi-Han kissed deeply, layers of clothing rapidly stripped from your body.
“We're still recording, if either of you care,” Liu Kang mentioned.
“We're not live. We'd be livestreaming if we had electricity, but the wi-fi is out, thank god,” you said, baring your bosom to your husband and his god.
“You're welcome,” Liu Kang snarked.
He helped himself to handfuls of your breasts, and worked butterfly kisses into your neck as Sub-Zero divested you of your clothing. Sub-Zero left kisses on your freshly bared skin as he worked the clothing down.
Seeing Liu pinch one of your nipples, Sub-Zero paused to suckle at the nipple for a brief second. His lips wrapped around not just the peak of your nipple, but also the tips of Liu's fingers. Behind you, Liu's cock jumped in place.
“I think he likes you,” you teased, “and I really want him in me right now.”
“Mm, don't let me stop you,” Sub-Zero said.
He was going down your front while you were grinding back into Liu. Sub-Zero knelt, looking between your bare legs, as if he wanted to watch Liu's cock go in.
“You don't want to be first?” Liu asked.
“You'd be doing me a favor,” Sub-Zero said, “I'm too eager not to burst right now.”
“What makes you think I will fare any better?” Liu asked.
“Not a damn thing,” Sub-Zero said with a laugh.
He pressed his face to your mound and kissed your clit. You felt his warm fingers spread you, and your body responded by winking around nothing, trying to close the gap.
“I'm right where I want to be, Liu. Are you?” Sub-Zero purred.
Liu wrapped his arms around your ribs and waist and squeezed you to him. Your naked body against his firm, warm, bare torso instigated that melting, docile readiness within you. As you swooned in his arms, he looked up at the ceiling for a brief moment.
“Yes,” he said.
He looked sidelong into your eye. This close, the light from his iris was a bit blinding in the dark. He slipped his cock out from between you both, to slot it against the soft flesh behind your spread entrance. You murmured and mouthed the word “yes” up to him. As you worked your ass backwards and took the tip of his cock into you, his lips parted and his eyebrows bent into a concerned shape. Liu Kang thrust forward, careful to keep his eyes open and on you.
You'd later learn that he kept them open just to paint your face with their light, for the benefit of the camera, as well as Bi-Han’s viewing pleasure. Bi-Han hummed his approval while he watched your cunt sink down on the cock of a god.
You held Sub-Zero's hair, pulled his face toward your mound. His hum sounded delicious and you wanted to feel him humming against your clit while Liu Kang stuffed you to the brim with his cock. Sub-Zero leaned in to suck and kiss your clit. His bun lilted to the side as he gently took your hands out of his hair. He squeezed your hands and placed them on his shoulders. You needed to hold them for your own balance the second he hummed against you, his lips filled with your plump twitching clit.
He loved the desperate fucked-out expressions that cycled across your face with each of Liu's thrusts. While you rocked your hips back on Liu's cock, Bi-Han rocked with you. Every time your hips pulled back, you felt your clit swipe across Bi-Han's tongue. Liu Kang grew delightfully vocal; you could sometimes hear him over your own growing wails. He whimpered about how good it felt to fuck you, to be inside you, how tight and wet and warm and pulsing you were. It wasn't you, you thought, that provided the heat: his cock grew hotter to the touch, felt sweltering and fevered inside you. You broke a sweat, driving yourself back into him and down upon his cock over and over.
Liu slowed down in an attempt to save himself. All it took was one plaintive mewl from you, before Bi-Han gripped Liu by the base of the shaft and pumped the man's cock into you, beating it into you at a rapid clip to force Liu to pick up the pace. Liu's little whines became loud, keening wails in short order. You thought you heard him say he was close, and you felt his nails run across your skin as he balled his fists. The room went dark for a moment as he closed his eyes, trying not to look at your beautiful, blissful face.
You felt Bi-Han’s face grinning against your pussy, and you heard the telltale tinkling of cryomancy in the dark. In the next, bright eyed moment, Liu tossed his head back and cried out. His voice warbled, he shuddered and stood erect as if he lost all control of his body. His firm muscles felt suddenly hard against your skin as he tensed. His cock was still hot and pulsing inside you, and Sub-Zero still pushed it in and out of you like a sex toy. You squished your good spot against it as best you could and moaned how good it felt, driving Liu mad in the process.
“Bi-Han, I need to cum,” Liu pleaded.
“She does, too,” he replied.
“Let him cum in me,” you whined.
“Not until I'm in with him,” he replied.
You felt Sub-Zero line his finger up with Liu's cock, and press both cock and finger inside you at once. He pressed Liu's cock away from your g-spot, devastating you both further.
“Ah, what did you do to him? Liu what did he do to you?” You demanded.
“He froze me,” Liu Kang whined.
“Just the base,” Sub-Zero said, “it's pinched down in ice, like a cockring.”
It didn't sound all that unpleasant. But Liu's face told a different story.
Liu Kang howled, “I can't come, ah, ahh please, don't make me-”
“I said you could fuck my wife. I did not invite you both to finish up without me. You'll hold it until I'm in her alongside you.”
You couldn't hold it. You felt yourself drench Liu's cock, soaking Bi-Han’s fingertip. You wondered how Liu hadn't cum inside you already, until in the darkness without the light of his eyes, Liu out loud pleaded with Bi-Han to remove the cockring.
He refused. He lined up two fingers with the underside of Liu's cock and slipped them in together. Your body pitched forward, your legs quivering from failure as the amazing sensation dropped you into a place of weakness. Bi-Han and Liu caught you, held you up, and you couldn't help the cracked sounds of desperation and pleasure that fell from your lips in agonized rhythmic outcries.
Sub-Zero whispered, about your pussy, how soaking slimy snotty wet it is, drooling over the icy cockring. Liu's head rolled forward, his tense chin hovered against your shoulder as the light from his eyes flooded the room again, hotter and whiter than before. He shivered and huffed and groaned. Liu and Sub-Zero shared intense eye contact over your shoulder, down your body.
“If you don’t take it off, I swear I will melt it,” Liu said.
Sub-Zero's free hand came up to the side of Liu's head. In a single motion, Sub-Zero's fingertips worked under Liu's headband, knocking the band lopsided, then curled to grip a thick handful of Liu's silky black hair. The strands bent and cracked with the pressure. You felt Liu's body jerk, felt his chin bounce against your shoulder, as Sub-Zero yanked him forward and down by the hair, pulling himself into a standing position in the process. You swear that somehow, Sub-Zero had jerked Liu Kang deeper into you with the hard tug to Liu's hair. Now that Sub-Zero was standing, he could better pin you against Liu's fluttering body.
“Chill,” Bi-Han ordered, “You're getting her too hot. Out of everything in this room that could intoxicate us, her desire is the sweetest, and the most priceless.”
Sub-Zero spread the fingers inside you a bit at a time as he crooned in your ear, as much for Liu's benefit as your own.
“I can cool her down if you get too hot, but that's no good. She's delicate. Rapid temperature changes alone can crack glass,” he said, “I don't want to dull her by freezing her numb, or let you boil away what makes her sweet. Keep her at just the right pressure, just the right temperature for long enough, she just gets sweeter and sweeter over time. It's a balancing act to keep her just right for long enough to enjoy her without turning her sour. Too hot, too cold, to long… can turn the sweetest wine to vinegar. But there. Feel this. She's pliant enough, practically melted over your cock now. She can take us both at this very instant, if she likes.”
“Fuck me,” you interrupted.
He looked at your eyes, unwound his fingers from Liu's hair, reached down, and pulled out his cock. There was no hesitation, no question. There was only compliance, immediate, unnerving compliance.
You replayed his previous words in your head as he toyed you open with Liu's cock. The words he said when he pinned you to the barrel and made you imagine him inside you. His promise that it was hotter at the tip than you imagined, his promise that you'd never have to beg him for it once married. “Say ‘kiss me’ and I will kiss you. ‘Touch me,’ and I will touch you.”
You felt overly full on his fingers with Liu also inside you. Bi-Han's breath was deep and ragged against you. Both men breathed heavy, and you could feel their chests expanding after each sigh. As Bi-Han slipped the sopping wet fingers out of you to slicken his cock with your wetness, you looked right at him, and demanded he keep his promise.
“Fuck me, husband,” you said.
His wet cock touched Liu's. Sub-Zero let his cockhead glide along the underside of Liu's shaft as if it were a guided track.
There was an initial moment of pain with his cockhead pressed against your entrance next to Liu's cock. The little slit at the tip peaked inside, but the stretch was too much at that angle. The men felt it, too. He pulled back, while Liu adjusted. You swore you could take it, but were silenced by a kiss. The pain faded. The men tried again, this time working together to better angle you open to make room for one another's cocks.
Once the second head breached you, slipped past the first ring of your inner muscles, you felt as though your greedy body sucked them both into you, hard and at once.
Both men groaned against you while you howled with each breath. Bi-Han’s cockhead at the tip was indeed hotter than you had imagined; you couldn't fathom how it was warmer than the one already inside you, the one that belonged to the actual god of fire.
After a few uncoordinated pistoning thrusts inside of you, Sub-Zero reached down between your body and his. You felt the men purposefully pressing their cocks against each other as hard as they could stand, to give your tight cunt a little more slack. And this felt amazing inside you, as the pressure they were exerting on each other made both of them firmer, fuller, hotter, and more comfortable inside you. Once again you heard the whispy tinkling of cryomancy. It was Sub-Zero's turn to buckle and huff against you, gritting his teeth as he tormented himself with an icy cockring of his own. Liu laughed and smacked him playfully on his bare thigh.
“Cheater,” Liu said, “the ice is stuck together now.”
“That was the plan,” Bi-Han growled through gritted teeth, “help me with her.”
Sub-zero picked up your legs beneath the knees, and Liu took up handfuls of your ass and thighs. They rhythmically lifted and dropped you on their now-bound cocks. You felt surrounded and filled, with an ignorable twinge of pain at a spot near the entrance. Both men were throbbing hard inside you as they felt you squeezing the life out of them. But their cocks did not throb at the same time, or in the same rhythm. Their desires were uncoordinated; Sub-Zero desired to thrust faster and more shallow, and Liu aimed deep in the back of your cunt with slower, long drawn out strokes. The ice above their balls stuck them together, and with no room for error, forced the men to synchronize into a pace the three of you could handle. But the throbbing remained asynchronous. Sucked together by your tight, satiny walls, and pressed so hard against each other, the firm, unpredictable thumping against the bare undersides of their most sensitive spots drove both men toward the brink of a blinding orgasm. Sub-Zero’s cock smoothed over the pained, stretching spot, glazing it with your own natural lubrication, which coaxed away the ignorable, ever-fading pain.
In this moment, your body feels like it was made to be shared. The men, feeling the full force of you and the combined strength of each other simultaneously, would wholeheartedly agree.
Whenever Liu's eyes were open, you could see the light paint the fuckdrunk features of your new husband's face. Every time Liu blinked, images hit like a strobe light, flipping through visions of Bi-Han's face from one fucked-out expression to the next.
Someone managed to reach and flick your clit. Then you felt him rubbing loving circles into it. You felt it more than heard it as you produced the most deeply loved moaning sigh. You rocked with the motion as his fingers roll around your clit. You were hot, sandwiched between them, melting. The flesh of Sub-Zero's chest was there for you to bury your face in, and you did. His breast caught the majority of your euphoric sobbing moans. His love of the sounds you made in the throes of pleasure manifested as a quaking in his body.
For once, someone made him shiver.
Orgasms blinded you and you felt like you were falling. When you regained yourself, you discovered you were securely lifted in the men's arms, at no risk of falling at all. Your hold around Bi-Han’s shoulders loosened, as your muscles relaxed. That melty, docile feeling had set in permanently, bringing with it a sleepiness that numbed you, and yet left your body feeling like a fucked-out ragdoll in their arms.
“Please say that you are ready, Bi-Han?” Liu whined.
Bi-Han nodded in response. His lips moved against your neck as he asked you if he and Liu could cum inside you. You nodded.
The moment Sub-Zero released them both from their icy cocktrap, the uncoordinated pistoning motion resumed within you. It almost felt like a massage, now that you were no longer clenching their cocks with a clinging, desperate need to cum.
Liu stayed deep in you; you could feel Bi-Han’s cockhead scraping against a particularly sensitive inch midway down Liu's shaft. Even at your most relaxed, your walls were taught around both of them. Liu found that the less intense post-orgasmic pressure of your pussy around the tip of his cock to be more sensual, more sensational in its lack of pressure and intensity. The rest of your tight pussy was getting fucked, but this part was getting loved. This part was fucking back, with a still fluttering, gentle suction.
Several unintelligible noises Liu made let you know he was cumming. Liu unapologetically grabbed Bi-Han's thighs and pulled him forward, deeper into you, with a moan. You were sandwiched, and a bit squished between the two large men. You felt hot jets of runny cum pumped into you.
The warmth was pleasant and reminded you of entering a jacuzzi. Bi-Han’s face contorted into something unusual, something disconcerting, as if unsure about something pertaining to the intensity of the pleasure he felt at that moment, shocked but aroused. The feeling of another man's hot, buttery cum gushing all around his cock, heating him up and slickening it, goaded him towards his finish; he enjoyed the feeling immensely.
Whatever internal hangups Bi-Han had were losing the internal fight against the uncontrollable urge to chase this newfound high while Liu's cock was still jumping against his inside of you. Any bit of shame over enjoying himself, the intensity of overcoming any hangup, only served to push him over the edge.
Liu Kang's post-orgasmic voice was nasal, keening and needy. He whined that you were pushing him out, and Sub-Zero demanded he stay inside you. Liu Kang shivered and yelped from overstimulation with each of your flinches and each of Bi-Han’s thrusts.
Sub-Zero's ragged breaths rapidly turned to ragged outcries. His voice pitched to a higher octave, then a higher one. You felt Liu's feeble attempts to fuck Sub-Zero's cock deeper into you, grinding against each other within your walls. Sub-Zero screwed his eyes shut, dropped his head to your breastbone, and fucked with abandon.
When it was finally too much for him, and a gargled scream came with each breath, he came, hotter than Liu before him. The heat confused but pleased you. He moaned and gurgled constantly during his recovery. Liu took hold of your hips and thrust, in an attempt to fuck Bi-Han through his orgasm. Liu could feel Bi-Han’s cock jump and twitch against his own. Liu fucked against it from sympathy, understanding how good it feels, as he himself had just came in the same manner.
You weren't certain if Bi-Han came twice or if it was just one very lengthy very runny cum with multiple hot jets. Liu caught him as Bi-Han collapsed against you both.
Liu's cock slipped out of you as he lowered your feet to the ground. When you were back on your feet, with Sub-Zero leaning heavy against you, Liu's fingers found your clit and massaged it. You felt finished, and incorrectly assumed that your pleasure was at an end for this round. You wondered if your cunt might even feel a bit loose without Liu Kang's shaft within it. But the way it clenched and snapped taught around Sub-Zero's head moments after Liu handled your clit, you knew better. You didn't expect to cum on Sub-Zero's cock at that moment, but you did. You felt yourself sucking him hard, felt your clit cringing against Liu's fingerprints, felt a blend of fluid from the three of you splurt out around his balls to dribble down your inner thighs. He held you for dear life. He fought back pained tears. Your sudden climax forced several overstimulated, painfully electric sensations around him. For you it felt like unexpected extacy, poetically similar to when your soul abandons your body after eating a too-hot pepper without realizing how many waves of heat you would need to endure. This wave of pleasure came onto you so suddenly, that all you could do was hold your man and ride it out.
You could have let Liu Kang handle you like this all day. Liu stopped, however. He stopped in between periods of orgasmic blindness, while your body was still in bliss, as Sub-Zero's overused and overstimulated cock began to shrink involuntarily while still within you.
“That's enough,” Liu said gently.
You whined when he stopped, when your husband's cock fell flaccid from inside you. Sub-Zero went for the floor. Collapsed on the floor in a heap, he lifted his thick arms up to you, to catch you if you fell, but also to invite you to join him. You flopped down upon him. Liu slid down the wall behind him. Everyone had heavy, ragged breath. No one spoke, while everyone tried to catch their breath. Liu's hands caressed your ass absentmindedly. You kissed and sucked Sub-Zero's skin, and he ran his fingers through your hair.
In this moment, all of you wanted the same things - to catch your breath, a cold drink, a clean towel, a bathroom, a cuddle, and a bed to cuddle on.
The sound of a cork popping from a bottle got your attention. You looked up to see Sub-Zero, bottle of fine wine in his free hand, spit the cork away, after having bit the cork to pull the bottle off of it. While you reached for the crystal wine glass, he drank deep from the bottle. You offered him the glass. He ran his fingertip over the label, tracing the letters with tendrils of ice. He poured wine into the glass you held, filled it to the brim with cool liquid. He passed the cool bottle to Liu Kang and proceeded to open another. The lights came on as he took his drink. The distant hum of the HVAC unit indicated that the electricity had been restored.
The three of you saw each other in the light and your first gut instinct was to scatter like cockroaches to avoid being fully seen all fucked up. Liu's neck and shoulders were still red from fighting with overstimulation; his hair was fucked up in big messy grooves with the headband barely hanging on to the lopsided topknot. He was drinking a little too heavily from the upturned bottle. Your makeup was smudged at best and gone at worst. Your own hair was a frizzy manhandled mess, and even Sub-Zero's hair had fallen into a lopsided messy bun. All of you were coated in sweat and cum and, piled altogether, the three of you looked like a wet sticky newborn litter of puppies.
Sub-Zero was the first to laugh, that telltale tiger-tearing-open-a-cello rough guffaw that echoed through the wine cellar. Wine spurted from Liu's nose as he laughed next- The undulation of Sub-Zero's belly beneath you caused your whole messy body, cumsoaked thighs and all, to jiggle in Liu's face. For you, it was hilarious because you felt the vibrations of his belly against your tits, his laugh went into you, and once there proved contagious.
“We look terrible,” Sub-Zero teased.
The three of you laughed in a feedback loop, each of you having a laugh that made the other laugh even harder until the three of you were uncontrollably laughing in a very drunken dogpile on the floor.
And this is how Scorpion and Smoke found you as the hydraulic entry whirred open.
“Oh thank fuck you got that open finally, I really need to piss,” you said drunkenly.
For simplicity, you covered yourself in the oversized hoodie that was draped over the other barrel, and walked up the steps and out, passed the two cute ninjas at the top of the steps in the kitchen. You giggled and traced their shoulders with your fingertips as you passed by them.
“Hello, new in-laws!” you teased, walking passed them on your way to a much needed shower.
“In-laws?” Smoke asked.
“Don't touch my wife,” Sub-Zero yelled from below.
“Because that's my job?” Liu slurred.
“Because that's your job,” Sub-Zero agreed.
Scorpion and Smoke descended the stairs.
“What happened?” Scorpion asked.
“What did I miss?” Smoke asked in tandem.
Sub-Zero handed his bottle to Smoke. “I’m married,” Sub-Zero said.
“And I got a new job,” Liu Kang said.
“Congratulations,” Smoke said.
Smoke took a swig of the wine. Finding he enjoyed its flavor, he proceeded to finish the bottle.
“Tell me about this new job,” Scorpion said.
Liu Kang took his mouth from the bottle long enough to speak.
“I am no longer lord Liu Kang, protector of Earthrealm and god of fire. I am now lord Liu Kang protector of pussy, and god of fucking your wife,” he said.
Smoke sputtered on his wine as he laughed.
“Kneel, bitches,” Liu said, raising his bottle for a final drink.
Liu passed his bottle to Scorpion.
Scorpion debated saying “We should never let him get drunk again,” only to scrap the idea, opting instead to take and chug the bottle.
“Whatever this is, I'm not dealing with it sober,” Scorpion said.
“Are we still recording?” Sub-Zero asked.
“Ooh, a recording!” Smoke said.
He took the phone, stopped the recording, and proceeded to play it back for his own enlightenment. Sub-Zero promptly took the phone from him.
“Quit looking through my wife's phone,” Sub-Zero said.
Sub-Zero restarted the video, skipped to the good part, sidled up naked shoulder to still naked shoulder with Liu Kang, and the pair drank and watched the video together.
“Your ass looks good at this angle,” Liu Kang said.
“That's you,” Sub-Zero said.
“Oh. My ass looks good at this angle,” Liu replied.
Smoke and Scorpion sat on either side of them and tried to peek at the screen. Sub-Zero angled the phone down and accidentally locked the screen while telling his brothers that they needed your permission to watch.
“We can still hear the video,” Scorpion protested.
“So? You heard it all before, right outside the door.”
Scorpion started to lie but was cutoff by Smoke, whose disappointed sigh may as well have served as a confession.
“We've gotta get laid,” Smoke said.
[The end]
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What Now?
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This was a good ending. Leave it and work on new stuff.
This was a good ending. End it, then Go back and do more with Smoke's options.
End it, then Go back and write a new Liu Kang Found You First option.
End it, then Go back and write a new Scorpion Found You First option.
I want a different ending where Sub-Zero kept you all to himself
I want a different ending where they all join in at once.
DON'T LET IT END I want MORE of this story (explain what u want in the comments)
DON'T LET IT END continue this story with Smoke getting laid next
DON'T LET IT END continue this story with Scorpion getting laid next
DON'T LET IT END continue this story with Smoke and Scorpion sharing reader next
the fuck did I just read
Voting ended onFeb 10, 2024
The End
Back to the beginning?
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You aren't supposed to be in this timeline.
And to you, this timeline shouldn't exist. But it does. And this timeline
He feels like it's on fire as it's literally melting inside you
It's harder and smoother than he could ever be au naturale, and he loves how it glides so effortlessly into you
If he looks down, when it's wet, slick, and glossy, it's clear enough that he can see through it. He'll stare at it, watch how you open up around it. Seeing himself split you open like that, watching your pink insides clench and suck against it, flesh pressed on it like starfish on glass, makes his heart flutter, threatens to draw the L word out of him, makes him choke and gurgle and sputter as he desperately tries to catch and hold that word in his throat.
When you shivver and shudder and scream under him it spurs him on.
The way you cling to him for heat is adorable and he wants to keep you like that forever.
It's addictive and you ironically burn so many calories when he fucks cold. Your internal equilibrium gets a workout, every muscle contracting with violent shivvers to raise your temperature back to where it should be. 30 minutes of it burns 2-4000 calories and puts you at medical risks. But the post-coital sleep is deep, and the hunger when you awaken feels insatiable.
It won't crack inside you: it's magic has it continually reforming. But when you do squeeze hard enough to crackle it, to send tiny microfractures into the core of it, it stings like pins and needles and tingles like nerve endings just waking up after your toes fell asleep in the snow. It won't injure him, just leaves him feeling vulnerable and ironically wanting more. It's one of the only things anyone can do to him that can make him howl aloud.
[Caution: Female anatomy past this point.]
If he stops, if he switches from icy to fleshy, it usually makes him cum on the spot: His cock went from feeling on fire inside you, where you melted him with your heat, to feeling frigid and clammy as his hot fleshy cock plunges into your ice-numbed pussy. So cold around him, threatening to shrink and shrivel him up inside you, you took his icy cock in your pussy for so long that now he feels freezing within you. He can't last, knowing how his icy cock changed you on the inside.
When he spills hot, he feels that heat all over his clammy cockhead, grateful for his own warmth against the shaft, temporarily creating a buffer of warmth between his hot cock and your chilled walls. You feel the warmth too, feel your own cold pussy sucking up the heat. He's speechless when he cums like this; he feels the heat leaving, feels the warmth of his load get quickly absorbed by your inner walls. The spurt of warmth is very temporary, leaves him spent with his cock buried inside a clammy, half-chilled pussy.
He's going to collapse. There's a cocktail of hormones raging inside him, spurring him to cling to you for your warmth, to declare his love, to wife you, and never let go.
He doesn't do it cold for just anyone. He doesn't do it cold if you plead or beg. He does it cold only after he's certain already that he loves you; because if he isn't, he will be by the time he's through.
He knows how it affects him to do it cold. It makes him stupid, fuckdrunk, vulnerable, needy and incompetent. His secret is he's terrified to do it cold. If his iced cockhead touches you, it's too late - by the time he lets that happen, he's in love, and already more terrified of losing you than he is of losing himself.
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You aren't supposed to be in this timeline.
And to you, this timeline shouldn't exist. But it does. And this timeline
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🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞
His little squeezes to your cunt and his devilish smirk made it hard to think and speak. It took effort not to drop your crystal wine glass. His voice against your throat left you throbbing. As if he knew what his voice did to you, he kept speaking while he nibbled the skin at your collar.
“You want that, don't you? Maybe you want a big showy expensive wedding? Or would you rather elope in secret and skip right to the good part where I'm ravishing you in your pretty little white wedding dress? I bet you wanna make it illegal for anyone else to have sex with me. Bet you'd give up anything to get that in writing, bet you'd give up everything. But it's too late. I found you. I have you. I want you. I'm keeping you. You are longing for me, even when I'm right here. It is too late for you. Every part of you I kiss is mine. Every part of you I touch is mine. If I miss a spot, it is mine, but believe me. I won't miss. I won't miss a single spot. You're mine. All of you is mine.”
Taking the crystal wine glass from you, he leaned you back until your back met the barrel. He lifted the hem of your blouse until the naval was exposed and poured the last bit of wine from the glass into your naval.
“Be still,” he said.
He set the glass away and sipped the edge of the puddle of wine. With his next breath, he drained the wine from your skin with a deep kiss. His tongue chased after the flavor. Maybe it was the wine, but the sensation of the wet muscle against you left you lightheaded. He kissed away any trace of the wine, working out from your naval in a spiral.
You wanted his hand back on your pussy. You took matters into your own hands, reaching down to rub yourself while he kissed your belly. He called you greedy as he pulled your hands away from yourself.
“How often must you fantasize about this that you're squirming that much when you touch yourself. I know it had to be a lot. You wanna cum without me, hmm? You think that’s fair?”
He held your hands together, gently caused you to interlock your fingers with a caress along your knuckles. You wrung your hands together as if in prayer, only for him to palm all of your knuckles within one of his big hands. With this grip, he held and pinned your hands to the barrel above your head. His free hand slipped the dangling blue strip of tunic fabric to the side to tuck it away. You looked down and saw him rub himself over his pants, self-soothing. With the strip of blue fabric from his tunic out of the way, the outline of his cock stood out against the thin black fabric. The definition of the head was clearly visible.
You involuntarily compared the smooth stretched bulge in the fabric to the toys you knew the best. The head was thicker than the majority of your sex toys, slightly bigger than the favorites you currently kept in rotation. You remembered the way the bigger one felt, how good the one that most matched his size felt whenever you got it in. You imagined the sensation his cock would cause within you, if he'd ever fuck you, to be blinding. With one particularly sensual stroke, a small dot of wetness seeped through the stretched fabric at the center of the head as you watched him coax it from himself.
“Still think it's fair to cum alone? Or do you like me greedy?” He teased.
“I just wanted you to touch me,” you mewled.
Without hesitation his hand left his cock and his fingertips touched your clit through the fabric. His thumb and free fingers pressed into the wet fabric and spread the flesh around the clit, revealing how pebble-hard it was against the seam. He flicked at it through the fabric, then caught it in the crook of his finger like a trigger and wiggled the fabric over it.
You started to thrust your hips into it, bouncing your butt against the wood.
“You're gonna cum on yourself if you keep doing that. I'd love watching you make yourself cum. Look at me, open your pretty eyes and look at me when you cum for me. Go ahead. Go ahead. Make yourself cum. Sweet thing. You're going to make such a sweet, precious wife.”
The shudder in your spine evoked a quiver in your voice as you moaned. Your core muscles locked up, your legs spread, your body so ready for him to make you cum. But when you closed your eyes as the pressure built, he stopped flicking. Your eyes shot open as you humped the useless air. You squealed from the sudden lack of him. He released your hands, only to clap his hand over your mouth to muffle your dissapointed shriek.
Your hands free, you grabbed his pecs. This elicited a smile and he laughed. His mischievous, gravelly laugh echoed in the cellar, loud as a tiger tearing open a cello. He took his hand from your mouth.
“No use muffling you; if my brothers are out there, they probably heard me,” he said.
“How did he get in there,” you both faintly heard Liu Kang say from a distance.
Bi-Han rolled his eyes. He held your hands against his chest and encouraged you to knead.
“It won't be long now before they figure out how to get in,” he said.
“Finish what you started,” you half-commanded, half-begged him.
“Finish what you started, husband,” he corrected, “remember I have no intention of doing that until I have our union in writing.”
“You wanna make it illegal for anyone else to have sex with me?” You whined.
“Mm-hmm. But don't worry. Marrying me means we never have to tattle on each other's illegal activities. Just means I get to keep all your stuff if you piss me off.”
The vague sounds of Scorpion, Smoke, and Liu Kang attempting to figure out how to bypass the hydraulic trapdoor with no electricity filtered through the floor above.
“We don't have time,” you whined, “please, please fuck me… husband?”
He straightened up and pulled you toward him until your ass dangled over the hoop of the barrel. He folded your legs under him and draped himself between them. You could feel the weight of his cock through the fabric pressing down on your clit, and felt the weight of his chest pushing you into the hard oak of the barrel. He humped in short quick thrusts of his hips, frotting against your seam, which ground against your throbbing, wet, pebble-hard clit. He panted against your face with a surprisingly heated breath. While you bucked and keened for him, he bit bruises into your neck and purred an apologetic explanation.
“To let them see that I was here, first. In case there is ever any doubt. Keep going. I can feel you overheating. Imagining our wedding night, sweet wife? Go on. Imagine it. Imagine getting it. I'm still not letting you cum before the certificates are signed, but mmm… can you just imagine? Are you imagining me in you? It's hotter at the tip than you're imagining. Imagine it hot, heavy. Imagine me stuffing you full of it. Imagine… you won't even have to beg. The moment the ink dries, you can just say “kiss me” and I will kiss you. “Touch me,” and I will touch you.”
“Fuck me,” you interrupted.
“I will,” he promised.
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Voting ended onJan 23, 2024
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You aren't supposed to be
I just saw some sketches from @shkretart and now my brain is fried. I just...
[🔞 spicy/explicit talk below cut]
I just want to catch him humping a pillow. Is that too much to ask?
He is a big strong guy, yes, and that is fantastic. It would also be fantastic to see him so sensitive to touch that a little bit of satin and plush does it for him.
Can I just please "catch" him huffing and blushing and trying to be quiet? Or with his eyes closed and his face at peace as he shudders from the sensation?
Or hear him gurgle as he tries to hold back a moan just before his cock takes full control of his nerves. I wanna watch the hitch in his hips match the hitch in his voice when it starts to feel overwhelming for him.
Certainly an unpopular opinion but I don't think Bi-Han would actually spank a woman/partner. Yeah, I know, I wrote him doing it to Johnny Cage in fiction but I just don't think he would.
The smacking sound it makes is too similar to a fight.
It's too similar to the sound of somebody getting their ass kicked. I think he'd want to compartmentalize that sound so far away from the compartment in his brain that contains his sex knowledge that he'd probably mute a porn clip if there was spanking in it. Battle sounds are for battle [times of conflict]. Erotic sounds are for sex [times of peace].
I just don't think violence in sex is his thing.
Do I think he gets erotic pleasure from violence? Yea probably. But I think that’s a one way street - he may get sexual urges from violence, or from *winning* violent conflicts. But I don't think he gets violent urges from sex.
I think once he's in sex mode, it's all about pleasure. When he's violent, it is a different mode and it isn't about sex, it's about winning: but winning and gloating bring him pleasure.
Below is a selection of 🔞 fanfiction with various mk1 characters from other authors that I really liked, but either didn't have a readmore cut or otherwise got stuck in drafts.
🔞 Spicy explicit material through the links past the cut. Six stories total. Not my fanfiction. 🔞
Please leave this under the tree for me. It's okay if you have to throw us in a sack and beat the sack with switches, as long as I get this under the tree you can do whatever you want. CC Mrs. Klaus and Santa's Little Helper - They can come, too.
