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The Bride of Kotal Khan
🕑 Added 2021-09-13 02:14:46 +0000 UTCA commissioned piece.
Sonya Blade is sent to discuss the uneasy alliance between Earthrealm and Outworld, only to find out it's far more uneasy than she'd expected. Confronting Outworld's emperor Kotal Khan, does not exactly go to plan...
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Sonya Blade was not a fan of outworld, which was unfortunate, given that she spent almost all of her time there. Monsters and magical storms and all manner of natural threats, not to mention that nearly everyone living in the desolate wasteland was either outright evil, or a total asshole.
If that wasn’t enough, time moved differently too. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she’d last set foot on earth, since she’d last felt normal, a few weeks at least, at worst, a few months.
She groaned and swiped some blonde hair out of her face, scowling at the vast, rocky wasteland before her, lit by a cloud-hidden sun and the constant flashing of purple lightning. On a shorter visit, she might have been able to appreciate its unique beauty, the thick pearlescent fog, the towering, hooking mountains, even the stale, rank scent of the place might have been somewhat charming. But she’d been sitting in it for far too long for that, and at the moment, all Sonya could do was hate the fucking place.
She didn’t exactly look like she belonged there either. An athletic Texan blonde with stern green eyes and a round, pretty face. She wore a neat blue jacket buttoned over a plain black shirt, with a smart military cap sat comfortably on her scalp. If you were to ask anyone who hadn’t met her before what they thought of her, they’d say she was a knockout. If you asked anyone who did know her, they’d politely decline to say anything on the grounds that she’d probably knock them out.
She tugged at the brim of her cap impatiently and turned away from the desolate vista to the looming mass of the emperor’s palace. Much like Outworld itself, the towers and statues and courtyards might have been considered beautiful by Sonya if she hadn’t been stuck glaring at them for the past month.
Kotal Khan, the latest in a long line of despotic tyrants to rule Outworld, had not been in power long. The statues built to him were shiny and new, some of the larger golden monuments were still under construction, waiting the final gold plates to complete their gaudy ensemble. As she passed through a gateway, coming ever-closer to the throne-room itself, Sonya passed the decapitated stone remains of a statue of Shao Khan, the former dictator of the realm.
Kotal was at least less of a maniac that Shao Khan, in fact, as far as the previous Khans of Outworld went, he was easily the most diplomatic. That was why Sonya was stuck there, playing diplomat and watching as the Earthrealm forces under her command and Kotal Khan’s Outworld warriors began an uneasy joint-training regime.
Part of her felt a little bad about wishing that Kotal Khan was less amenable, that like his predecessor he would be antagonistic towards Earthrealm and justify keeping the two realms, and their people, nice and separated. It would make her life easier, sure, but given that situation would almost certainly just lead to yet another war between the realms, it might not exactly be for the best in the long run.
She sighed heavily and straightened her cap again. She had to remind herself that just because Kotal Khan wasn’t the blood-thirsty maniac his predecessor was, it didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. No Khan of outworld could ever be considered a friend of Earthrealm, it just wasn’t in the cards. Even if an invasion wasn’t in the cards, or destroying the entire realm wasn’t on the menu, the simple existence of magic, monsters and demons crossing over into the normal world meant trouble.
Kotal Khan might be cooperating with the OIA for now, but eventually the relationship would break down when he, or Sonya’s superiors, finally realised that their interests weren’t truly aligned, and that this alliance of convenience wasn’t tenable.
“General.”
Sonya paused, her hand hovering just above the handle to the door she’d been planning on opening. It was just a side entrance, a servant’s door, one that would lead in a round-about way to the throne room and let her enter without having to come through the towering main gates and being seen by Kotal immediately.
Apparently, it was too late for that.
She turned to see the Khan looming just behind her, an unimpressed expression on his face.
Kotal Khan was a strange one, even compared to other denizens of Outworld. He looked like he’d stepped right out of Aztec mythology and not a twisted nightmare like most other creatures from the realm.
His body was a dark green blue, marked with pale white warpaint and powerfully muscled. His clothing, what little there was, was dark, polished bronze and carved turquoise. For an emperor, his appearance was remarkably reserved. There was no gold, no jewels, nothing overly gaudy or ostentatious, just a sturdy battle helm, shoulder armour, and a loincloth. Compared to Shao Khan’s golden mask and over-polished armour, he didn’t look all that impressive at all.
Sonya fought back the impulse to grimace and instead managed to twist her face into a polite smile. “Kotal Khan, I take it this invitation means you’re finally ready to give us an answer?”
The Khan raised a single brow, glowing blue eyes surveying her with curiosity. “An answer to which question, General Blade?”
Sonya tensed her jaw, but patiently replied. “Earthrealm considers the joint training of our soldiers and yours to have been a success, we would like to negotiate a more expansive alliance that would benefit us both.” She saw a flicker of a smirk on Kotal Khan’s face and doubled her efforts to remain calm. “We discussed this when I arrived.”
“We did.” The Khan nodded.
“Almost two months ago.” Sonya reminded him, impatience creeping into her voice.
“I told you that I would need time to consider the implications of your offer.” Kotal said simply.
“And?”
The Khan contemplated for a while before shrugging. “I am not certain.”
Sonya snapped.
“What do you mean you’re not certain!?” she barked. “It’s been two months!”
“I have been busy.” Kotal shrugged again. “I do have more important things to do than worry about what Earthrealm desires. My duty is to provide for my people, not to coddle yours.”
“Coddle!?” Sonya growled. “Our men have been outmatching your warriors in almost every drill we’ve run on your home turf and without the benefit of magic! We’ve been showing you up ever since we’ve arrived, and it’s only thanks to us that your idiots are lasting more than a few seconds in combat now.”
“You believe that?” Kotal smiled. “You believe your children and your guns are superior to Outworld’s finest?”
“I know it.” Sonya hissed. “I’ve been seeing it for months whilst you’ve been sitting around playing with your dick!”
“Hm, a curious expression that.” Kotal frowned. “But tell me, General Blade, why is it that your ‘superior’ warriors are only winning most of their bouts, when my men have been instructed to do everything in their power to let you win short of throwing their weapons aside altogether?”
Sonya paused. “What?”
“I didn’t agree to this exercise to test my warriors against Earthrealm.” Kotal sighed. “Everyone already knows that we are not evenly matched. I simply wanted my warriors to observe how you fought, your tactics, skills, armaments… You’ve taught us a lot and should Earthrealm ever pose a threat to my people or my realm, we will know how best to deal with you.”
“You had your people pull their punches?”
“They were instructed to provoke and test your people.” Kotal said non-committaly. “They only held back so far as to see your limits. If your warriors could not defeat them, only then would they surrender and fake their loss.”
“Why would you do any of this?” Sonya scowled.
Kotal looked at her as if the answer was obvious. “If we fought at our best your people would all be either dead or terrified. Our ceasefire with Earthrealm relies on a sense of balance, if you were to know how superior our forces were to yours, that ceasefire would undoubtedly shatter. Humanity has always been terrified of feeling weak, your leaders would lash out in bouts of insecurity, attempt to assassinate, sabotage, destroy, and that would inevitably lead to a war I have absolutely no interest in.”
“Then why tell me?”
Kotal smirked. “Because, you have so much to prove. So much pride you must defend. So when I challenge you, you won’t dare refuse.”
“Excuse me?”
“A duel, here and now, you and I.” Kotal Khan said, gesturing to the courtyard. “You’re desperate to be seen as strong, because all your life you were told you couldn’t be. Every achievement you’ve made has been to spite those who held you back, now, I am the one who challenges your strength, your competence, and so you will duel me to prove me wrong.”
Sonya ground her teeth and balled her fist. He was right, but he was also baiting her, and she was too smart to let her pride be played against her like that. At least, she hoped so, because she really, really wanted to wipe that infuriating smile off the Khan’s stupid face.
“I’m not going to fight you.”
“You will, and if not for your pride, then for the warriors under your command.” Kotal sighed. “If you defeat me, you may go back to your superiors and tell them everything you have learned. You and your people will be granted safe passage out of my lands, which will then be sealed off and consider you as enemies, not allies.”
“And if I don’t duel you?”
“Then you and your people will not be granted safe passage out of my lands, which will be sealed off and consider you as enemies, whilst you are still inside.” Kotal growled. “I do not want war with Earthrealm. It would only harm the people under my protection. So if the price of maintaining peace is the cost of your lives, and the lives of whichever scapegoat I shall blame for your deaths, is a small one to pay.”
Sonya wished, not for the first time, that her superiors had sent anyone else to deal with this mess. It just never ended. One magic evil tyrant wanted to conquer the earth, another wanted to destroy it completely, and now this one wanted to spy and exploit earth just in case they one day decided to move against him. In fairness, she wouldn’t put it past the governments of earth to do exactly that, but the information Kotal Khan had gathered could easily fall into far more dangerous hands when Outworld next had a coup.
“What if you win?” She asked, making sure her steel-knuckled gloves were nice and tight.
“Then you remain silent.” Kotal smiled. “Your people keep their lives, war is averted, and your realm lives on blissfully unaware that they are desperately outmatched until the day they inevitably try to push their luck. I don’t pretend this is an eternal peace, but it is one that will delay the slaughter for the longest. You should submit now, for the sake of your people.”
“Not going to happen.” Sonya hissed through her teeth, shifting into a fighting stance. “I can’t let you keep exploiting our alliance just to hold us hostage.”
“Not hostage.” Kotal corrected. “I have no interest in leveraging the situation. The only harm that will come to Earthrealm will be in response to their actions. Peace may last a thousand centuries, but one day you will attack us, at which point we will destroy all threats to our people and bring the survivors of your realm into the empire.”
“A nuclear deterrent.”
“In essence, but our retaliation would not be nearly so destructive. My warriors are as precise as they are deadly.” Kotal Khan chuckled, stretching and unsheathing the massive square-bladed sword strapped to his back. He spun it and buried it into the stone six or seven inches. “No need to make this any easier.”
Sonya snarled and smacked her fists together, sparks flying from her knuckles as steel pads clashed. “No more talk you big blue cuck. I’m going to shove that stupid helmet so far up your ass you’ll choke on the feathers.”
Kotal laughed and beckoned to her, only smiling as Sonya growled and charged. He sidestepped her first attack and easily slapped her second swing aside. The third hit him straight on his left side, her fist slamming into his ribs and knocking him back a half-step. The arrogant prick had underestimated her, but as he straightened up she could see in his eyes that wasn’t true anymore.
A titanic blue fist swung towards her impossibly fast, grazing her cheek as she darted back just in time to avoid some fresh cranial trauma. She lashed out with one foot, boot catching Kotal in the thigh, but as her leg recoiled the titan caught her by the ankle and hauled her up into the air, bringing her down onto the cobbled floor hard enough to crack the stones.
Grunting in pain, Sonya rolled as a boot crashed down where she had been lying, wound up and punched the back of his knee. The leg buckled, but Kotal only used the momentum to swing his other leg backwards, catching her in the side and knocking her back down.
She rolled as he rose back to his feet, clashing her fists together again before lashing out as his arm rushed towards her once again. She ducked the punch, fist rising up and hitting him just below the elbow before spinning her elbow straight into his abdomen.
The Khan grunted and brought his knee up, knocking her off her feet and grabbing her by the scalp as she fell. The world spun as she was thrown like a ragdoll over Kotal’s head and onto the floor once again.
The bastard was powerful, that shouldn’t have been a surprise, but Sonya had years of experience taking down more powerful opponents. All she needed to do was find a weak spot and exploit it.
She leapt back to her feet as quickly as she could and easily bobbed and weaved her way out of the way of Kotal’s next three swings. The leg she’d been pummelling was starting to show a little wear, moving slower, staying planted whilst the Khan lashed out with his other.
Dodging under a fresh strike she dropped low and brough her boot crashing against his kneecap before rolling to the side before his hands could grab her. Another dodge, another parry, a punch to his lower thigh. Roll left, move back, parry his next strike and kick that leg again. He was starting to flag, just a little longer and she’d be able to get him down, and then it was just a question of sealing the deal.
One good kick to the side of his weakened knee was all she needed, unfortunately she didn’t get the chance.
As her kick shot towards its target, a huge blue hand smacked into her cheek and sent her sprawling onto the floor. Before she could get up, Kotal Khan was on her, keeping her wrists pinned in each blue fist as his weight kept her legs from rising up to defend herself.
She grunted and groaned, straining against him to try and get up, or at least make him pay for defeating her in such a humiliating way, but it was no use.
“Get… off… you fat… fuck!” she wheezed, falling back and panting for breath. The Khan laughed at her, only recoiling a little to let her breathe.
“Can’t you defeat me yourself, General?” he asked, voice low and husky.
She flushed with humiliation, still trying to wriggle her arms free of his grip. Goddamn he was like a brick wall on top of her, so hard and solid that she might as well have been trying to move a whole mountain. “F… fuck you.”
Kotal raised a brow, eyes examining her face with interest. Sonya growled and tried to push him off, only succeeding in pressing her body tight against his. Now that they were so close, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, the scent of his sweat filling every breath she managed to suck in.
“You wouldn’t be the first human I’d enjoyed.” He rumbled. “And now that Jade is… out of the picture so to say, I wouldn’t say no to a fresh lover.”
“Excuse me!?” Sonya yelped.
“Well, you are quite lovely.”
“Oh my god!”
“I am not, technically, a god.” Kotal said slowly. “Though it wouldn’t be the first time you humans made that mistake.”
“Get off!”
“Are you really in a position to make demands of me?” the Khan grinned.
Sonya could feel her cheeks burning even as she squirmed and tried to protest, and then she was kissing him. She didn’t know if he’d leant down, or if she’d rose up. All she knew was that he tasted nice, really fucking nice.
She fell back with a gasp, breathless and flushed. The Khan looked a little surprised as well, but recovered quicker than she did, grinning and sitting up. Before she could complain or fight back or try to flee, his hands had lifted her up and she found herself sitting against his bare blue chest, her ass cradled by strong hands.
“Oh… shit.”
- o - o - o -
Sonya squeaked as she was flung onto the surprisingly soft covers of Kotal Khan’s bed, trying to scramble up into a stronger position only for the towering, blue-skinned behemoth to bear down on her.
As the Khan placed another kiss onto her lips she reached out to try and push him back, only succeeding in pressing her palms against his chest. He was a good kisser, and god was he strong, but Sonya didn’t enjoy being in positions of weakness. Kotal hadn’t been wrong about her pride.
“Jesus… just… slow down for ah… a moment!” Sonya whined as the Khan nuzzled her neck, hands quickly tugging her jacket apart. “Christ… just…. Ah! W… Wait!”
“Hmmr.”
The Khan’s hand delved between Sonya’s thighs and pressed against her mound, massaging her dampened crotch through her pants and underwear, cutting the breath out of her in an instant.
“Holy… god.” Sonya whimpered, flopping back almost instantly as Kotal’s fingers continued to toy with her.
“Again, not technically.” The Khan reminded her, still probing at her even as his free hand undid each of the buttons of Sonya’s shirt as it clung to her heaving chest. “But if you wish to refer to me as such, I won’t complain.”
He parted her shirt like the petals of a flower and ran a finger over the toned abs of her stomach up to her collarbone. Pausing briefly to inspect her bra, an oddly rare thing in Outworld, he shrugged and simply snapped the fabric right between each cup, swatting them aside just as he had her jacket and shirt.
“L… listen… I’m just gonna… let you do this.” Sonya groaned, biting her lip and stretching her arms over her head. “It’s been a while, and you’re… ahn… probably the least monstrous guy around… so… go ahead. Just this once.”
Sonya gasped as Kotal Khan’s rough blue tongue rolled against her breast, dragging a long, slow path over its curve, pausing briefly to circle her nipple before continuing on. “You taste sweet.” He rumbled. “But not as sweet as the idea you are in control.”
“Fuck off.”
“No.” Kotal Khan hummed, tugging at her waistband with his fingers. “I am emperor of this realm, more importantly I am master of this bedroom. You think I bedded Jade without knowing how to control a lover? You are far meeker than she, so the idea that you can command me, or stop me from doing whatever I please with you, is really quite amusing.”
“Ugh, shut your trap and get to work already.” Sonya grunted before Kotal Khan’s hand gripped her waistband firmly and tore the entire front of her pants and panties from her body with one strong yank. “Ow!”
“As I said, amusing.”
“I’m gonna kick your aaaaauhhh.” Sonya began before Kotal Khan’s thumb rubbed along her length of her sex before pressing deep inside. In an instant, she was flat on her back, moaning heavily as the Emperor of Outworld finger fucked her neglected pussy with slow, methodical precision.
“You’re sensitive, it must have been quite a while since you were last intimate.”
“Fuck off.”
“You’re awfully fond of that expression, general.” Kotal hummed, shedding his armour with a simple shrug of his shoulders, the bronze and fabric fading away into nothing. “I’m growing tired of it.”
“Tough shit… you… dumbass wannabe… nyah!”
Once again, Sonya’s insult was cut off as Kotal’s fingers curled inside her, rubbing against her more sensitive spot and draining her of energy in one perfect moment.
“You’re sopping wet, general.” Kotal purred. “Time to show you what a human never could.”
“You… talk a big game. But you’re nothing.” Sonya croaked as Kotal slid atop her, pressing his erection against her opening and cradling her hip. “I… I bet Jade was the one sticking it in y… yoooohhh.”
Kotal was big, exceptionally big. So big that as he pressed inside her inch by inch it felt like she might be torn in half. But for every painful second he slipped inside her, came a glow of bliss that overwhelmed everything else. Sonya couldn’t catch her breath, too busy clinging to Kotal’s back as he pushed deeper and deeper until at last he stopped.
“Fuck.”
“Hm, I thought we were.”
“F… funny.”
Kotal chuckled and began to pull back, gently thrusting in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, keeping Sonya’s breast squeezed in one hand, and her hip in the other. It was tender, not something Sonya was used to, or particularly enjoyed, so as soon as she’d managed to get used to the monstrous pillar of meat getting pumped into her cunt, she made a final bid for control.
Kotal groaned as Sonya pushed back against him, still impaled on his cock, obligingly rolling onto his back and letting her straddle him. Breathlessly, she gripped his cock by the base and planted her legs on either side of his waist, scowling down at her opening. She took a deep breath and pushed downwards. She couldn’t guess how much of Kotal’s cock was already inside her, but more inches than any man she’d known were currently waiting outside of her to join the others in her body. On the one hand that was a little terrifying, on the other, she knew that feeling that entire cock sat nestled in her guts was going to make her cum her goddamn brains out.
Teeth ground and eyes squeezed shut, she pushed and pressed and wriggled her plump, toned ass lower and lower. Every centimetre, every inch, brought a new wave of lust crashing through her body. By the time she was almost completely impaled on Kotal Khan’s cock she already sprayed her first orgasm of the night over the bed.
“Fuck!” Sonya grunted as she finally sat herself down on Kotal’s cock, the entire massive blue pole buried deep inside her.
“Well done.” Her lover chuckled. “Not even Jade could take my entirety on our first night together.”
“you’ve… gotta… stop… talking… about… that… skank.” Sonya hissed, shifting her legs and forcing herself to rise up a few inches. Two blue hands grabbed her by the waist and yanked her right back down with a squeak and a slap of flesh.
“You may be sharing my bed for now, general, but don’t try my patience.” Kotal growled. “I’ll only allow so much disrespect before putting you in your place.”
“Nyaw, you’re… soo hung up on her.” Sonya cooed over her shoulder, wiggling her ass against Kotal’s groin, teasing his cock around and around inside her. “Pussy.”
Kotal snarled and grabbed her by the back of the neck. “Enough.” he rose and forced her flat onto her face, grabbing her ass with his free hand and squeezing hard.
“Ha… you think you can… scare me with… a little rough play?” Sonya laughed before gasping as Kotal rammed the entire length of his cock into her cunt in one vicious thrust. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs and as she tried to suck in enough air to stop her head spinning, Kotal began to thrust.
There was no restraint this time, no care, no patience. Kotal was using her like a toy, thrusting his cock into her over and over again as hard as he could, making her whole body quake. Tits bouncing and ass smacking under every clash, all Sonya could do was cling to the bedspread and try to ride it all out.
There weren’t any more smart comments, just moans and grunts and squeaks as she was stretched out and pummelled into a sticky submission.
Sweat shone over her toned musculature as she was used like a ragdoll, each well-trained muscle like a weapon, and made completely worthless thanks to Kotal’s godlike strength. Sonya had never felt so helpless, she’d never felt so well-fucked before either, and as the breeding session went on and on, the two feeling began to melt together.
When Kotal Khan smacked her pale round butt with a harsh blue palm it only made her mew like a kitten. When he took her blonde hair in his fist and used it as reigns to reach deeper and harder into her cunt, she moaned like a whore. When her head was crushed underfoot and her ass ravished, when she was grabbed and squeezed and bounced and pounded, all she did was moan and sigh and blush and drool in perfect submissive bliss.
Her lover’s first peak came long after Sonya’s third mind-melting orgasm. She was nestled on Kotal Khan’s lap, her throat squeezed in one blue paw and her clit being mercilessly pleasured by another. The explosion of godly seed into her womb felt like molten lava, burning through her body so hot it felt like she’d swallowed a sun. Strangely it didn’t hurt, she just felt so hot, feverishly, unbearably hot, like she was glowing from the inside out.
Kotal Khan hummed into her ear and stroked his hand upwards over her stomach. “Let’s see you go back to human sperm after a taste of that.”
Sonya forced her lolling tongue back into her mouth and swallowed. “Shut… up… and gimme… more.”
“More?”
“Yeah.” Sonya nodded eagerly. “I want more”
“Well, who am I to disappoint?” Kotal grinned, giving a sharp jerk upwards into her that made Sonya melt into his lap. “If such a pretty little slut wants to be my personal spermbank?”
Sonya didn’t respond, too busy moaning as Kotal tightened his grip on her throat and resumed his steady, passionate thrusts.
The next thing Sonya knew she was basking in the blissful warmth once again. She awoke to find herself dangling from Kotal’s cock like a doll, legs and arms limp, her body only supported by his grip on her throat and the cock buried to the balls inside her.
As she came to, a final spurt of sperm flooded into her, and she sighed happily. She didn’t know how long it had been, minutes or hours or days, but honestly she couldn’t care less. The pleasure was all that mattered, and Kotal Khan controlled that pleasure with his magnificent monstercock.
Sonya whined as her lover let go of her and let her slide slowly off his cock onto the floor. She landed with a heavy thud and a wet splat, as torrents of thick, glowing-hot spunk seeped out of her conquered cunt.
“Well, that was fun.” Kotal Khan sighed, mopping up the mess on his cock with Sonya’s discarded shirt. “You should leave, your masters’ patience won’t last forever.”
“Wh… what?”
“Our bargain.” Kotal reminded her. “When you return to your masters, you will tell them nothing of my plans to defend my people from them, or anything else you have learned whilst in my company. You’re free to go now, run along.”
“I… I don’t wanna.” Sonya whispered, rolling onto her back and cradling her overflowing pussy.
Kotal raised a brow. “You don’t wish to return to the OIA?”
“No…”
“I suppose if you don’t return, the result is the same.” The Khan mused. “You still don’t reveal my secrets. But tell me, General, if you do not want to return to your people, what is it that you want?”
Sonya whined and forced herself up onto her hands and knees. She knelt, presenting her ass in all it’s reddened and cum-licked glory.
“More… please?”
- o - o - o –
“Fuck.” Sonya Blade whined as the pillow she’d been chewing on was pulled out from between her teeth. “You… you done already?”
“I am.” Kotal Khan hummed contentedly, giving her an affectionate pat to the rear before slowly tugging his cock free of her cunt. After a long moan-accompanied slide, his pole finally bounced free with an audible pop and a steady ooze of godly sperm that began to stain the bedsheets. “Well done, General.”
“Mha.” Sonya grunted, still face-down with her ass in the air, basking in the warm glow of three consecutive creampies. “Don’t… be a dick.”
“Still mouthy I see.” The Khan sighed, “If I had the time I might use you until that pretty head was too full of pleasure to see straight, let alone show such disrespect. Unfortunately, I have more important things to attend to.”
“What?” Sonya whined. “But it’s barely morning. Don’t we have a little while longer?”
“We do not.” Kotal said firmly. “I’ve enjoyed your body these past few months, General, but don’t begin to think that you are anything more to me than a convenient toy.”
“I’m no one’s toy!” Sonya snapped, finally raising her head.
“Well as you object to the role of concubine I see little other options.” The Khan growled.
“You think just because you’re a half-decent lay you can order me about? Well you’re dead wrong… I don’t need you and… and… ohhhhh.”
Sonya trailed off, moaning lewdly and pressing a hand to her stomach. “What the fucking… fuck?” she managed before flopping forwards and twitching with bliss. “Shit… that’s… so fucking… ughhhh.”
Kotal Khan’s eyes widened as Sonya writhed on the bed in rapturous ecstasy, one hand pressing against her belly, the other hard at work in the cummy mess of her cunt.
“I think…” he said slowly, a smile coming to his face. “I have a role that will suit you well… wife.”
“Huh?” Sonya managed to grunt, still riding the high of her unexpected orgasm. She blinked as the Khan pressed his thumb against her breast and drew a simple shape onto her flesh in the same glowing ink that adorned his body.
“The mother of my children deserves a place of respect in my court.” Kotal purred, gripping Sonya by the cheeks and squeezing. “My bride.”
“Bride?”
“You’re pregnant.” The Khan grinned. “And now I have absolutely no reason not to keep you here forever. You’ll be at my side at all times, pampered and adored, and you’ll give me all the heirs I could ask for, won’t you?”
Sonya moaned as another orgasm rolled through her, warmth and pleasure emanating from her impregnated womb and reaching out to every cell in her body until she was glowing with delight.
“Fuck yeah.”
- o - o - o -
“Master Kotal Khan will see you now.” Sonya purred, bowing and welcoming the negotiation team into her husband’s throne room. Her round, taut belly was heavy with child and she wished she hadn’t bowed so low as she hauled her own midsection back upright. Her son was going to be as mighty as his father she was certain, if only by how fucking large he was sitting inside her womb with months left yet before he emerged. There was only so much weight her back could take, she was afraid if he grew much more heavy she’d be unable to stand, forced to live as an immobile breeding sow, her meals brought to her, bathed by the handmaidens, kept as a docile, obedient pet.
Mmmh, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, especially with her daughters to take care of her. She’d given her master two baby girls in the past years, each destined to grow into a might warrior and serve their father, but she yearned to give him a son and heir. Third time was the charm, she hoped, not that she wouldn’t still crave to be impregnated long after a good strong boy had popped out of her.
She was used to her body being a fit, toned, weapon of war, but now that she had retired from life as a soldier, and as an independent woman, she found her form oddly unwieldly. It wasn’t just her pregnant belly, life as her master’s bride had altered her for to be far more voluptuous than it had ever been in her life. Her arms and legs had lost the muscle definition she had once been proud of, though she was just as strong as ever, there was just a more liberal layer of fat sheathing her limbs, especially on her thick, soft thighs. Her breasts had swollen thanks to milk, and to her husband’s teasing magic, now fat and full, two plump udders that hung low thanks to their own weight.
Her ass was enormous, partly due to far less exercise, and a diet of protein rich godsperm. It jiggled and quaked with every step she took, and clapped when her dear master demanded his consort dance for him. She didn’t mind, in fact she loved the feeling of her master’s strong fingers sinking into her submissive, pliant flesh, or his monstrous breeding tool vanishing between her doughy cheeks in the prelude to yet another breeding session.
She sighed happily and toyed with the rich red fabric of her loincloth before sashaying after the negotiators into her master’s court. Earthrealm was eager to expand its alliance with her master once again, thanks to Kotal Khan’s generous teaching of the Earthrealm’s warriors to be able to defeat the various bandits that had been terrorising both the Empire and OIA’s trade routes.
She giggled to herself as the head negotiator, a prim and proper older redhead did her best not to make eye contact with her as she sat herself down at her master’s feet. The woman was pretty, and so clearly uptight, how might she look broken and bred, bouncing on her master’s monstrous cock? That neat blazer torn open and her tits allowed to spill out? That pencil skirt shredded and her asscheeks beaten red with palm prints? That severe face made to blush and pant as sperm rained down on it, coating her neat little glasses and freckled cheeks?
She mewed and chewed on a finger, shamelessly caressing her master’s third leg as it hung by her cheek. She didn’t need to worry about the negotiators, her master and the alliance were too important to Earthrealm for them to risk an incident by complaining about his throbbing cock being serviced by a former OIA general’s greedy little tongue whenever a direct meeting happened.
It was for the same reason that no one on earth complained that one of their most infamous champions in the fight for their realm’s safety had been made into a submissive concubine for the emperor of a rival realm. It certainly wasn’t because Sonya was loyal to the end to her master and his magnificent cock, they would have kidnapped and tried to recondition her in a heartbeat if Kotal Khan wasn’t the key to their accumulation of power in Outworld.
Keeping the Khan happy was the number one priority of anyone who came from Earthrealm to deal with the emperor, from the OIA or elsewise, so things like a former hero happily suckling on the emperor’s fat cock during meetings was let slide in the name of progress.
Sonya giggled to herself again as she watched the uncomfortable blush spread over the redhead’s cheeks. She kept her eyes locked onto her face as she spoke, seductively tonguing her master’s cock from tip to base, silently encouraging the milf to break and join her.
The blush began to darken as Sonya’s gift from Kotal Khan began to take effect. Years and years of gorging herself on the god’s spunk hadn’t just resulted in three full pregnancies, but also in a little magical ability in the former general. Magic through osmosis, through gallons of sperm and spit filling her and smeared over her skin, seeping into her cells until she was permeated with the stuff. Oh, she was still weak and helpless as a lamb, like a good pet should have been, but she’d learned how to have her fun with her new abilities too.
She poured images of debasement and lust into the negotiator’s head, whispering sweet nothings into her mind as she played more and more depraved scenes before her waking eyes. She showed the redhead tearing her clothes apart in a desperate lust, crawling like a bitch in heat to Kotal Khan and worshipping his mighty balls like a wanton slut. She made images of the emperor rising from his throne, grabbing her by the throat, and pinning her to the wall before ravishing her ass until her cum-swollen gut caused her clothes to split under the strain.
The negotiator trembled and adjusted her thin, circle-framed glasses as she tried to listen to Kotal Khan’s calm, almost bored response to her offer. She glanced down at Sonya who winked and stroked a hand over her belly. Wouldn’t it be nice to live a simple, pampered life? She whispered into the woman’s mind. Wouldn’t it feel good to be pinned beneath that brute and bred like an animal? Wouldn’t you do anything to feel those hands tearing off your clothes, squeezing your throat, grabbing your fat ass and spreading you wide open? Don’t you want to just be thrown to the ground and mounted like a slut?
“No!” the negotiator squeaked, blushing bright red and rubbing her thighs together. She froze, realising she’d spoken out loud and coughed with embarrassment. “I… I’m so sorry, Kotal Khan, I thought an… insect had landed on me.”
The Khan smiled and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry, I know how… fragile, you humans can be.” The negotiator quivered as Sonya let out a girlish giggle of delight and returned to nuzzling her master’s cock. “Now, if we’re all agreed?”
“Um.. yes… yes of course.” The negotiator nodded quickly. “P… pleasure doing business with you sir… Mr Khan… Kotal Khan!” Panicked, she turned on a hell and skittered away as fast as she could, leaving her guards behind in stunned silence.
“Did… she just agree to let him pick out our soldiers to join his palace guard?” one asked as they hurried after their boss.
“Er, I think so?”
Kotal Khan laughed as the doors slammed shut and gave Sonya’s hair an affectionate tousle. “I take it I have you to thank for that little display, wife?”
“She’s Hot.” Sonya purred, kissing his shaft. “You want her?”
“A little old for my tastes.” Kotal hummed, “A little grey at the edges, but it is hard to deny her rear was quite… ample.”
“I wanna watch you ruin her.” Sonya whispered seductively, rubbing her belly against his leg. “I want you to turn her from stuck-up government bitch to a drooling cum-addicted babymaker, just like me!”
“Ha, you certainly don’t lack for sadism, wife.”
“She’ll come crawling back, master.” Sonya promised, “You saw her, even without me putting the images in her head, all she’ll be able to think about now is your god cock.”
“Perhaps.” The Khan sighed, “I think you are a bad influence on me, wife. My plans were to be subtle and precise, yet now I find myself stealing women out from under your Earthrealm leader’s noses, tempting the war I seek to avoid with every new concubine that joins you in my bed.”
“You love it.” Sonya grinned, standing and hopping onto his lap. “You’re a god, master, you were born to conquer. But like a wise and generous god, you don’t waste life by conquering realms, you bring life by conquering the pussies of stupid human whores like me.”
“Hm, I suppose I do.” Kotal Khan hummed, kissing her softly before raising his head as there was a timid knock on the door. “That will be your new plaything now, wife. Why don’t you go and give her a warm welcome?”
“Yes, master.” Sonya smiled, kissing her master before sliding off his knee and waddling to the doorway. As she opened the door and pulled the flushed Negotiator into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, she reflected on how happy being her master’s bride made her.
It wasn’t just the bliss of the sex, well… not only that. It was feeling secure, safe, it was about being part of something bigger than herself. Her master had fucked all of the stupid ideas of patriotism and defiance and individualism out of her, and now she was honestly just so glad she had a warm bed to sleep in, fabulous feasts to feed her, all the sex she could ever need, and a master who would remake the entire universe into a better place.
As she guided the red-faced negotiator’s lips down onto her beloved master’s pulsing cock and forced the whore down to his base, she smiled sweetly up at the god who had made her his bride.
“Thank you, master.”
