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Months of an empty bed leaves one quite.. restless. Sure, the empress had plenty of boytoys to play with, but that's only satisfying for so long. Sindel wanted her husband back from whatever battle he’d started. Immediately.
Upon his return, Shao Kahn boasted of his achievements and spoils obtained in the skirmish. Sindel nodded and hummed along as if she was proud, but she wasn't listening. Why would she be when she's been in a mood and her favorite toy was back?
“But the greatest spoil will always be returning to your side, wife.” Shao smiled slightly, standing straight with pride; it looked awkward since he hardly smiled outside of battle. His hand held Sindel's wrist as she held his face, pushing his helmet up just enough to access his lips.
They didn't even make it to their bedroom before Sindel's tongue was down his throat, and he scooped her up to take her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the plum comforter, straddling her lap as she began to lazily tug at the belts of his armor to remove it.
Once the armor was off, Shao sank lower down her body, his eyes raking every curve like he still had yet to figure out the secrets of how it always seems to keep him mad, kissing down onto her exposed skin, muttering praises.
“I've missed this, wife,” Shao murmured as he hooked his claws under her, what are probably considered, panties. Only to be stopped with a heel on his shoulder, pushing him back.
"Did I say you could undress me, dear?" Sindel spoke, gazing down at her husband as if he was nothing but the dirt under her boot.
“My love-” Shao had begun to protest but was cut off-
“Did I.” -Authoritatively by his wife. It wasn't a question but a demand this time. No room for argument or compromise, or else she'd shut it all down right now.
Shao huffed and glanced away from her sharp stare. She expected something from him, and he knew it. He liked to think he knew her like the tip of his spear, sharp and ready to kill. She outstretches her (metaphorical) hands for him because she knows he knows better than to bite, cutting him down just like he would with his own blade.
“No… you did not.” He groaned, loosely wrapping his hand around her ankle and kissing the purple leather of her boots that he'd had handcrafted for her far too long ago. He'd have to have more made for her soon..
Sindel lightly kicked out of his grip to hook her leg around the back of his head, pushing his face against her clothed cunt. Shao groaned in a much more pleased way and eagerly attempted to lap at her folds despite the fabric between them.
It was cute to see how desperate he was; hell, he'd probably eat her panties off her if given the opportunity… but she did like that this pair matched her stockings, so not happening.
“You're pathetic,” Sindel laughed, fading off into a pleased sigh as her legs tensed, heat building down where only Shao knew best where to serve, where he belonged. It was an ache that was aching for him, and she's not a woman who likes to wait.
She squirmed, just for her other leg to be tossed over his shoulder and her bottoms to be pushed to the side so Shao could truly delve into her wet folds. Her legs tightened around him, he wasn't going anywhere till she came, but she still needed to lock him there.
The emperor adored every part of his empress, especially in moments like this. Her smell, her taste, the sounds she made.. They all felt like rewards for a war well won, a treat for being a good boy and pleasing his wife as he should. It's his privilege, after all, knowing that despite both of them having concubines, he was her favorite and she was his. And he was dedicated to keeping that title.
Lapping away at her like he was dehydrated and the only thing that could fix it was her. And then there it was, the gush of lust he drank down, swallowing his beloved's essence.
Sindel's legs finally stopped twitching and released their grip around his head as she composed herself.
“Good boy,” she cooed, reaching down to pet his scales back before nudging him off of her to his mild annoyance.
“You can't be done already.” Shao huffed as he watched Sindel get up and saunter to her closet. He had half the mind to grab her before she got too far, but she'd be argumentative if he did. He knew her well enough to know not to derail her when she knows exactly what she's doing, so he'd have to be patient. A good boy, as she had deemed.
“Hardly,” the empress chuckled, disappearing behind a door for a moment longer than Shao would've liked, much like a dog panics when their owner leaves the house. Even if she wasn't even truly outside the room.
“I expect you to be completely nude upon my return.” Sindel spoke with clarity and authority as if she spoke to her subjects and not her husband.
And like a good mutt, who was he to deny her? Stripping himself of everything without shame and waiting for his beloved on the bed.
She was worth the wait; she always was. Exiting the closet in nothing but a black lace bra and a strap-on with her favorite translucent dildo that went from clear at the tip to purple at the base.
“You look… Divine..” Shao spoke; his throat felt dry from sheer arousal, and the cold air felt all the colder on his exposed regions… Hopefully she was feeling nice and would let him rub himself against the bedding at the most.
She chuckled, loving but dark, and made a little hand signal for him to turn around. Within an instant the brutal tyrant turned onto his stomach, his legs barely parted.
Sindel's hair extended outward and wrapped around his stomach to pull him up onto his hands and knees. He retained the position just as she left him, even as her soft hair slinked away to grab the lubricant and he felt his wife's toy against his backside, exciting him further.
There was the familiar sound of the bottle squirting out its contents onto silicone and the feeling of the cool liquid on his warm scales. But a distinct lack of anything prodding to enter him.
“Beg.” Sindel muttered against his ear, chest flush against his back. It was a simple command but a difficult one for him to follow… A conqueror doesn't beg; he takes. But not with Sindel, never with Sindel.
“My love-" Shao began to protest.
“Did I stutter.” Sindel cut him off and raised her eyebrow with a displeased expression. Her statement is not a question, and her will is unwavering.
He let out a curt huff and bit his pride back. “Please, wife.” He said rigidly. It's a start but nowhere near enough for her liking.
“Try again,” she demanded, slapping his ass hard enough to cause him to shudder.
“Wife, please.” He said it a bit louder and more sure of himself, but that wasn't much.
“Please what. My patience is running thin, Shao.” Sindel hissed, grabbing his throat and lifting his chin from behind. Feeling his heavy breaths against her palm was all she needed to know he was enjoying this no matter what he seemed to say.
He gulped, swallowing his pride down with his saliva. “Please… Please fuck me, wife. I've been good, please…” He finally relented, trying his hardest not to sound like he was whining. It was pathetic… Even his body was betraying him, his small tail wagging in plain view of her eyes, but he was so aroused he couldn't care once she broke him down.
Sindel finally nodded in approval, kissing his cheek as her hair slinked out again to grab his wrists and ankles, the latter being pulled apart for easier access. The tip of her dildo pressed against his lubricated hole, pushing him open with a quiet groan.
“Mm… You're getting too used to this… We might have to go up a size next time.” Sindel hummed; she was more than skilled enough to fuck his brains out with the current toy, but she did enjoy seeing him writhe and clench as he tried not to show it was gaping him open… It's like a treat.
The idea sent a shiver down Shao's spine, but he focused on now…. Later was a later issue. Now, Sindel was slowly slipping into him till she decided enough was enough and slammed the rest in at once, causing a loud noise from the large man.
“FUCK-!” he half shouted, half moaned. His body slightly convulsed from the familiar feeling, one he found himself missing on those lonely nights on the frontier with nothing but his measly hand. A far cry from his wife.
Sindel laughed at his shock and slapped his ass again as if to tell him he could take it. Her hands fell onto his back as she began thrusting slowly, taking great pleasure in watching the muscles of his back tense ever so slightly. But he was far too quiet..
She began to thrust harder, slapping her hips against his, the closest she could get. Shao groaned between his gritted teeth, sweat building up on his browbone as his walls clenched against his wife's dildo. Feeling his tail wag so furiously was almost embarrassing.
"Don't get shy on me now. Speak up.” Sindel cooed… Her tone was more humiliating than just being ordered around.. Shao knew from experience she'd stop if he didn't start moaning.
But before he could push his pride further down, her hair pulled his arms back and restrained them behind his back, causing his face to fall against the blankets as he moaned, feeling her deeper.
He let himself go and began to huff and groan into the bedding, drool dribbling from his mouth. He pushed back against her, almost needily. He needed her deeper, as deep as she could reach into him.
“Good boy,” she said in a much sweeter tone, tightening the grip of her hair and spreading his thighs further for easier access. Her hands caressed his backside, smacking it again till she had an idea…
His tail was still going so quick but came to an abrupt stop as Sindel grabbed and tugged his tail, slamming into him as she did.
“Sindel- don-” Shao tried to speak, only to be reduced down to a whining mess again. She pulled his arms back harder; he was completely in her control, which had its perks, but its downsides were usually that his cock would go neglected, uselessly dribbling pre-cum onto the bedding while she kept fucking him loudly.
Sindel knew what Shao sounded like when he was getting close; his huffs became more frantic and his moans broken and hoarse. But she didn't touch him nor acknowledge it till he began to whine.
“My… my love- please-” Shao tried to speak, but his words were drowned out by his desperate moans. He tried to bark for her, but only whimpers came out. Some dog he is..
“Words, Shao.” Sindel hissed, tugging his tail again, which resulted in a loud whimper from the man.
Shao composed himself to the best of his ability. “I… I need- need your touch- please.” He huffed; his expression was pathetic as he was lying in a pool of his own drool, begging to have some kind of friction on his useless penis.
“Shao.” His name was used like a warning, like a punishment for not obeying, and it made his mind flare up in a panic to fix it.
“I need friction- my beloved…” I need your hands on- on me- I'm… Gods- I'm so close-” That was the most clear he'd get, and it seemed to satisfy his beloved. Well enough that he got what he wanted but lost another.
Sindel pulled out of her husband, to his surprise and dismay. But she pushed him down to lie flat on his stomach, his dick wedged between his body and the bedspreads. He knew better than to start moving.. Waiting for her command.
“Hump.” She ordered, sitting back to watch the desperate thing that was her husband hump her bed mindlessly like a dog in heat. This was an order he could obey easily.
“Good boy,” Sindel cooed, slapping his ass a few times till his thrusts became sloppier. Shao was so close, so, so close… till he felt his waist and legs being hoisted back up into his previous position, keeping him from cumming.
Sindel made a “tsk” sound, tightening her hair around him. “You were going to cum without permission. You know better.” She sounded disappointed in him but entertained that she got to punish him now.
“My love-” Shao began, just to have his restraints removed.
“Fetch me the flogger, and maybe you'll still be able to sit when we're done.”
… and off Shao went.