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tigorrrr · 7 days

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Yσυɾ Wσɾʂƚ Sҽʅϝ (AU) pt.5

Tw: whump, enslavement, dubcon/noncon (just to be safe), hate sex, slight auralism, conflicted feelings, stockholm-ish, feelings of denial, insecure masculine man (lol)

They were just a breath away. So close. Too close. She could taste his breath, but couldn't detect nothing specific.

Nejteri tried to swallow the flavor of iron in her mouth or close her jaw shut, but her body was not complying.

She gasped, eyes squeezed shut as she awaited pain to course through any part of her body from her captor, a wrongful punishment.

It was unnervingly quiet and dark for Nejteri, the suspense was almost torture itself.

Slight movement and some kind of metal object hitting the floor spiked her anxiety.

A slithering, split tongue traveled from Nejteri's chin to her lips, she forced her eyes to open in time to watch as the self proclaimed Khan gathered crimson streams and licked her chin clear of his blood. He wasn't shy to graze her stained teeth with his mouth's muscle either.

The tip of his small, crooked nose brushed over hers when he tilted his head. Shao Khan got rid of his helmet and now he felt almost naked without it, vulneable, but it had given him an access to be closer to his prisoner.

She was forced to hold his heated, hungry gaze as he did so, frozen. Her mind must have overheated because, Gods, how can this be a reality she's living in?

How did it came to this?!

He stared intensely, observing every little twitch her facials muscles would make as his tongue teased her gaped cavern, not plunging inside just yet. Nejteri trembled beneath his 'touch' that was so unexpectedly gentle and slow.

Having her so helplessly in his hold, dominating over her, had him enticed and his shorts clothing felt much tighter. When Shao Khan collided her body against his, Nejteri felt the stirred excitement.

Nejteri shivered, she needn't to look past her breast and in between their bodies to see the erection's generous shape against her belly.

Shao Khan didn't mind to taste his own blood he oh-so-kindly cleaned from her mouth. Instead of pulling away, he inched his head closer until their lips were a ticklimg touch away. Nejteri's less hazed orbs were more focused on his face that truthfully isn't attractive to many, he felt something in his chest when she had given no sign of disgust — a relief, perhaps.

He held her by her hair for so long but didn't inflict any sort of pain while completely at his mercy. It was puzzling her.

A tyrant like him should have grasped that opportunity. Slay her for her daring attack.

But he didn't.

Shao Khan was careful as he himself could be.

No. No, that's not it... Is it? There must be something else about it. He's aiming for something to gain! And that something has to do with his perverse appetite.

It wasn't until her feet were planted form to the ground and the heaviness left Nejteri's neck and shoulders, along with the grip on her nape, and a loud clang of the collar colliding onto the ground that she realized she was collar-free and an open palm rested against her bruised cervical, the pain had yet to come in a rush but that is not what concerned her.

She is, in a way, freed.

Her body found its will to move again but they just stood in the middle of the dungeon, looking at one another. Nejteri's thoughts raced like wild horses and Shao Khan allowed her to piece her thoughts together, although not patient he is also in no hurry.

Nejteri has to double-take the situation, she was powerless in his grasp just moments ago.

And it greatly frightened her that she enjoyed it, excitement shoot down her tailbone to her core below her stomach. She should have at least tore herself from his body, escape that distracting mass that has been digging into her upper abdomen — her own brain scolded her for not doing just that.

It's all because he handled her with care, as if showing her; "I will not hurt you unless you'll give me a reason to".

That's when the reasons for a clawing escape abandoned her, she was curious.

And he did the opposite of an actual harm. Yes, he was rough at first, but maybe he wouldn't have been if she hadn't attacked when all he tried to do was to get her on her feet.

This awful(?) position she was cornered into, the strength of this Dragonoid man and everything else about him.. It brought out the worst in her.

Shame itself didn't flush her face and it infuriated her!

... It could be his fault she feels that way! More often than not even the unexpected have a sliver of all kind of magic in them — Shang Tsung came in mind!

This man, Shang Tsung, Quan Chi— they're all the same!! Oh, how she hated them with every fiber in her body!

With a disdainful glare scrunching her round face Nejteri slapped his hand away from her skin, but she was unsure whether to make a run for it or wait a little longer. She was still unsure what he's capable of amd not knowing the floorplan of this building would only result in being possibly trapped in a corner.

Letting his arm limply flop by his side, his darker lips curled upwards and his hair-less brow rose in challenge.

Snatching the small woman who he'd have to chase was no problem for him, he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth and where's the fun in having someone else join in, the Khan only can't guarantee that it would be a cell he'd bring her back into.

"Have you calmed down now?" Shao Khan's scolding tone held playfulness as he peered down at her over his half-bare chest.

"Go try your games with someone stupid enough to cooperate! I don't understand what you're playing at and it's getting on my nerves you Emperor wannabe!" Nejteri snapped, leaning back with square shoulders as if to puff up her bosom and seem bigger, just like he did more than once directly at her.

He considered the copycating as engaging when done by people smaller than him.

"Oh?" his coo was more of a rumble that she felt quake along her spine. "But you were enjoying it as well."

Nejteri's face flared in pink hues and the curly ends of her hair puffed up their bulk along. "T-that's absurd!!"

She took a step back and Shao Khan followed after her.

As she spat a few more curses that he was deaf to, at the moment, Nejteri didn't notice him lean down in the heatful fury that she steamed out of her system.

Shao Khan inspected the colourful splotches around her throat, near her collarbones her skin was dewy with blood where the iron collar had chafed the flesh because of his cruel tugging from earlier.

The Dragonoid man hunched and brushed his unsightly nose over her jaw and down her artery where he felt the drumming heartbeat and almost didn't notice her excitable swallow.

But Nejteri didn't want to admit that it wasn't fear that had her frozen solid in place.

Wet, warm flesh flatly pressed against the side of her throat and Nejteri jerked away, startled awake.

She tried to run from the massive man, to anywhere really, and in this case it was the cell she was locked into for weeks.

Heavy steps at her tail whacked her nerves until she couldn't handle it no more and turned her chin over her shoulder to see a bare chest, closing in her view, before it smacked into her nose completely as the Khan pushed at her.

The cold metal of her cell met her back not so gently, he drove her against it so she would have no opportunity to wiggle out of his hold this time. His patience had run out, her arousal had been tormenting him for too long.

Nejteri refused to submit, though, thinking it's another domineering high he's trying to reach for his perverse deviation. But what's worse is she wanted a taste to be pushed to the edge a little further by someone whose double she's attracted to but she will repay any attempt of his to bend her with any Emperor-ish demands with defiance — not realizing that it was rousing for the Khan himself.

"What in the— HEY-!"

Shao Khan minimalized her struggle by caging her against his solid body again and tsked at her pitiful sneers and growls. "I'm making the decision for you, woman, or we would be playing mouse and cat all day!"

"Go t' hell!" Nejteri snapped right back.

When the behemoth of a man lifted her by one arm around her waist and her feet couldn't feel the solid ground, she choked on an airy gasp mid-sentence. Nejteri wasn't given a chance to paw onto anything, the Khan snatched her flailing hands with his free hand and pinned them above her head.

Never in her life was she handled like a ragdoll without the other being afraid to roughen her up, touch her as if equalling in the brute strength, especially not by Shao if we won't count the trainings she had to endure by his side when his capacity that his sickly body limited was a half of the percentage that he saved for times of battle.

Nejteri didn't mind Shao's softness, or so she thought.

She always dreamed to be caught in his arms and then spinned when he'd come home after a long day or weeks to months after a battle. Shoda always greeted her that way and Shao is the only one who resembles the closest thing of 'home'. And she misses it.

Their teeth clashed, his fangs poke at her lower lip but not hard enough for her to bleed. Jagged, forked tongue invaded her mouth that was forced open by a moan he coaxed out of her by the arm that was around her waist traveled lower to get a handfull of her rump with the digits digging into the ass valley, too close to the privy parts.

The kiss was aggressive, explorative, trying to get one another familiar from the inside.

As his tongue massaged over hers, she tried to push back at him. Shao Khan didn't know what made him trust her that when she tried to jank her wrists free he just let go and instead fisted the hand in her wild, red locks.

Little paws bluntly clawed at his nape and the crook of his neck, indecisive if they wish to strangle or buss him further.

Nejteri squeezed her eyes shut. If she'll pretend it's Shao, the man she knows by heart, then perhaps those emotions that are twisting the knots in her stomach will go away.

This all feels so wrong, but she felt the magnetic attraction that she can't deny.

It surged through her veins, pumping through her thunderring heart. Like an addict that needs a bigger dose after their first, small dip into the intoxication.

It could be her animal instincts taking over? It's spring after all... But that can't be it, Nejteri can't feel her inner animal freed and ready to take over.

Shao Khan's shoe planted on one of the bigger rocks that are littered outside the cell, propping up his leg that separated her thighs, and seated her right buttock on his well built thigh. His knee rested perfectly between two iron bars.

She was spread to his liking, the Khan has an easy access to her heated loins and has the best view with it, from above he saw everything.

Shao Khan pulled his mouth from hers, with a bloody string of saliva breaking their connection completely, resting his forehead against hers. It allowed her take her time to breathe for every sound and inhale/exhale was swallowed by him.

The hand on her hip left and coldness radiating from this prison replaced it.

With his fangs he undid his arm armor and it hit the ground, the sound somewhat startled the woman in his arms but she didn't look at the disposed object although curiousity gnawed at her.

Shao Khan brought the flesh hand to his mouth and bit down on two of his claws' tips, trimming them until they were blunt, then he spit out the clipped ends.

Other hand wandered lower and secured in the dip of her hip again, he made sure his 'bed'mate was balanced before his other hand dipped underneath the hanging cloth of her dress, tore up the dark shorts around the area of her crotch and with excellent precision of one tug.

His knuckle ran along the moistened cotton in between the untouched labia.

Nejteri shuddered at the contact she hadn't seen coming and grasped tightly the leather strap around his pectorals, her moans soundless, caught in her vocals. It made her spine jolt with pleasure and bounce on his thigh, the grip on her waist ever-so-slightly tightened.

Biting down on her lip and tilting her head back had her crown gently tough the cold cell behind her while she relied on her sense to feel and right now it was like a firework of emotions in the void.

His lips found her artery that she exposed, pecking the purple-ish blue flesh and her head tilted slightly to the side. The forked tip of his tongue lapped eagerly her salty, iron-tasting skin as his open-mouthed kisses rove along the length of her neck.

Pads of two fingers teased the leaking entrance in circling motion while the butt of the palm so firmly rubbed over Nejteri's clit that she thought she saw stars, something she never thought she'd ever experience.

"Oh Gods..." Nejteri airly whimpered.

"Look at me." Shao Khan murmured against her ear, prodding at her opening with just the tip of his 'manicured' digit.

Something like a knot clenched in Nejteri's underbelly, her dangling feet curled with her toes from the taunting anticipation.

Shao Khan pulled back and his hand stilled. "Or is my visage not to your liking?" his tone's rumble was a little tense.

He subconsciously chided himself for such laughable insecurity of his. If his own subconsciousness could manifest it would brutally beat him up.

Nejteri eventually peered at him over her lashes when he didn't return to 'the task at hand' and her emotions were immediately conflicted. No, she didn't prefer the person in front of her, but liked the way he made her feel — physically, speaking.

She hesitated before answering and her eyes flited around the room where her view wasn't blocked by his massive frame. "... I'm only a little befuddled. You're a Shao I am not used to."

"So it's my weak double you hoped would pin you like this? Touch you like this?" Shao Khan was upset, huffing his obvious annoyance into her face.

The thick digit wormed underneath Nejteri's underwear and slipped into the warm entrance with a wet squelch.

"Don't say it like that!!" Nejteri barked, almost jumped from her skin and felt the inside walls stretch with a pinching pain. She struck him with a glare her wide eyes held.

The Dragonoid ignored the clawing hand on his wrist that tried to pry him away, in return, his fingers curled inside the tightness that made her body spasmodically still and when she moaned he heard her vocals tremble.

"Why? It's the truth! As I will be pounding you hard and deep, you will expect me to turn into him and hope this all was a nightmare, don't you?."

Nejteri snarled, livid. Yet it was his lewd, silent promise that had her attention the most and made her blush almost as red as her hair. "No!! No! I'm just not used to—- to this!" she gestured at him, the whole him, and it unintentionally riled him further.

"Perhaps I should help clear your mind so you can tell us apart and your thoughts may be settled once and for all..."

"What—"

A rough-textured finger drove knuckle deep inside of Nejteri and took the breath out of her lungs and she could actually feel the streams of her fluids running down her thigh, and for a moment embarrassment faltered her time of enjoyment.

She hooked her dangling leg around his hip, tightening her hold around his chest gear, certain he would let her fall if she hadn't braced herself.

Second finger joined the first, the wet insides squeezed and sucked at what was not part of its body that played her unexplored pleasures like an instrument.

The Khan's fingers twisted inside of her as he began to pump quicker and building up hot, unbearable tension in her belly which brought small tears to her eyes and when she dipped her forehead against his collarbones she hoped he wouldn't notice them.

Shao Khan pulled her front closer to his, her ear at his heart beneath his breast, that she nuzzled up to with desperate wails leaving her open mouth had, afluttered it like never before — or he can't just recall when it ever did.

The transition of a moan to a disappointed grumble nearly awoke pity within him when he was retreating his hand from between her thighs to his front lioncloth armour.

Nejteri cocked her head to see what is happening between them and was met with a girthy tip of her capturer's penis. And this Shao's cock looked more human than dragon-ish, no ridged lines of tiny, blunt bumps, the flesh looked more soft and smooth in lighter skin tone. Again, she's comparing, although more unintentionally now — while we're at it, this one lacked the girth but it made up for its length, and was uncut.

She was certain that if she wouldn't be wet like a river down there his own leaking fluids would provide for the slipperiness.

Shao Khan hoistened her by her hips again and guided both of her legs to wrap around his waist and Nejteri hooked them at the ankles, it felt like a necessity to do so.

Not so long ago Nejteri refused to even glance at him with one eye, now she can't look away.

The moistened pinkish glans peeked from inside the foreskin when his hand took a hold of it and pulled the flesh down. Shao Khan without hesitancy brought his phallus to her entrence and Nejteri watched it disappear inside, there was a small bulge of her belly she barely registered when hot tears began to blur her sight.

It was a smudged line of pain and pleasure that bolted through her body, each and every thrust hiccuped her moans, she liked it. Enormous hands on each of her hip gripped tightly she was sure and yet-to-be-bothered it will bruise her skin.

His dick slipped in and out of her tight pussy with no trouble, smooth like butter. Wet slaps and dripping of their mixed fluids were accompanied with Nejteri's moans and Shao Khan's raspy grunts.

"Look at you! Taking me so well!" he grinned at the woman toothily, voice husky while he huffed through nostrils excitedly.

"B— bastard..." Nejteri grunted through her teeth, the praise had her belly flutter and discerned now that it wasn't a bad thing. "Shut up and.. keep g-going..."

She pulled back, resting her back against the cell, her pleasure-drunk, sweaty face bobbed limply with the rhythm as he bodily moved her on his own pace.

Something that the Khan kept noted but not truly bothered is that they very clearly can be heard from the prison to upstairs, his prisoner is louder than him though. If anyone were to walk in on them Shao Khan would continue ramming his pelvis into the small woman, unbothered.

What he didn't consider is that if they would have an audiance then they could hide nearby them and watch from a distance if they so pleased.

They certainly had a guest none of the two caught a whiff of.

Erron Black waited too long in the darkness behind the door of the prison in the awkward in-between of silence and noise he endured.

Last time he checked, he was no voyeur, although he heard more than seen.

The cowboy had no better excuse, to explain why he didn't chose to leave and come back later, other than he waited for a sign that would tell him this wasn't consensual to jump into action. And he actually hoped that would be the case...

But he has no excuse whatsoever for his tight erection, Erron could only blame the past encouners with Nejteri's counterpart. The halcyon days of suffocating summer nights at their campsite, roasting a coyote and sharing whiskey, during those evenings is when Erron learned how much his introverted partner-in-crime can become vocal.

He may not be capable of glueing himself out of the spot but neither will he get between the tyranic ruler and the kindergarten teacher when they seem to be enjoying themselves and this might just help ease them both to up. The two, in the gunslinger's opinion, were quite pent up with stress over the past few weeks.

Shang Tsung will simply have to wait a little longer to get his new specimen in the lab chair. Erron is pretty sure the sorcerer won't even try to be all pissy about his delay when the erotic moans and obscene noises are echoing down the corridors outside the dungeon.

Erron only hopes they will be done in just about five minutes or the noises will drive him insane. Leaning against the wall doesn't keep him still anymore. And — more than likely — this was another lost opportunity to get Nejteri out of there, just a day before the Rebellion starts.

#Alternative Timeline AU #Shao Khan #Nejteri #Erron Black #And a Kahn? Insecure abt how his double is prettier than him? More likely than you think!#How odd that I can't seem to make the sex scenes more poetic? but literal like #yes here is the dick and i will describe it to you #describe it to every tiny detail #with all it's bodily functions that may be gross or it will turn you on THAT CHOICE IS UP TO YOU #ig i am crass and have no decency :)#enjoy the filth #this is a mess btw 😅 just as messy as my brain was. helluva discord goin on

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tigorrrr · 10 days

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Yσυɾ Wσɾʂƚ Sҽʅϝ (AU) pt.4

Tw: whump, enslavement, injury, blood, conflicted feelings, feelings of denial

"Are you still furious about the bump I left in your skull?"

"No. I have better things to think about... Why are you here, don't you have a mate to keep happy?" Nejteri exhaled, rooted with annoyance.

She wondered if the life of an Emperor was that boring to go as far as visiting your prisoners every day and bring them their meal.

She once seen a female, looking too similiar to the late Empress, walk by and wasn't spared the tiniest of glances as if Nejteri wasn't there. Later that day Erron enlightened her of that woman's past from the universe they originate from. Nejteri just had to put her information to use the minute she had a chance.

It indeed wilted the Khan's good mood.

He glared at her back that greeted him whenever he came around for the past couple of weeks that marked close to a month since the day of her capture. Usually, he'd have thrown the meat into the cell and leave, but he didn't felt like it now after her insolence.

Lately, ever since 'the talk' with his former lover, Shao Khan had felt more on edge.

He is, for a lack of a better word, so not taking anyone's bullshit — not like he had before, but now he extra, extra gives no one the opportunity to walk over him, put a wall in front of his eyes, or let anyone as much as titter behind his back. A Khan is not interested in the attitudes of others that mean little to nothing to him.

Nejteri didn't like him silently creeping about for those few seconds that felt like minutes. His sudden shuffling, heavy feet has her spine jolt straight as he was on the move but didn't leave.

"I thought you were starved but perhaps if you can run that smart mouth of yours so well, you have no need for it." Shao Khan presented the slab of meat beside his helm, his toothy grin showed the cruelty of his nature it only took Nejteri a moment to turn her head and see it for herself over her shoulder.

Although she had suppressed every expressing need for showing her distaste at a mere glance of seeing this clone, not give him the pleasure, it was her stomach that chose to be the traitor. And his smugness broadened.

"So the day, where you'll rather kill me slow for that scratch than keep me alive, came?" Nejteri kept her voice monotone, drought of emotion to the best of her ability.

Shao Khan puffed an exhale of his belly laughter, walking to the closest hook of this bloody dungeon that wasn't occupied with a rotting corpse. "No, that would be an easy way out for you! I'm giving you a challenge."

Perked with interest, Nejteri twisted at her waist to watch him move around, both hands stretched and propping her upper body while she waited for him to continue. But Nejteri was still unsure if it was a good thing she felt the slightest excitement. It probably could be because of the limited movement she's been imprisoned into and finally was desperate enough to get more action by whatever means.

She watched him return to the door that held her imprisoned.

The Khan without a second thought or a single word opened her cell and Nejteri hastily jumped to her feet, little hairs at her nape stood, alerted.

"If you want your food then fight for it." Shao Khan gave his ultimatum, hands hitched up his hips. It made his silhouette that much broader with the light behind him.

Nejteri made a face and was wary to approach, her empty stomach twisting from the inside out the more she keept glancing at the hooked meat.

When she finally took a careful step forward, Shao Khan took steps back, readying a comfortable enough distance for their fight zone.

He knew well of his advantages in this fight. With Shang Tsung concealing each and every night the other natural side of her, Nejteri is left to be like every other mundane person. Powerless and weak.

At first loth to take her foot outside of the cell's threshold and awaited for that Dragonoid man to change his mind, within a moment she was three steps out of the box cell when he stood his unyielding ground.

Nejteri waited for him to summon his weapon, but he didn't. Good. That made her that much hopeful for a positive outcome.

Rolling her shoulders for a good stretch had her realize the tight collar will be an inconvinience, its chain isn't that long for her to move about that much around the room but she doubts he'd be foolish enough to grant her wish to be leash-free.

Both knew she would not hesitate to make a run for it.

The Khan smirked, pleased, his crimson orbs in the black pools of void felt that much bright it had her quake in her sandals. He seemed all too happy.

"Any rules?" she asked in a low hiss through her teeth that made her mouth sneer.

The corner of his lip twitched, he forced himself not to smile. "No weapons. No powers. I understand you are not capable of the same might as before."

Nejteri was close to spit back her bitter retort but took a deep breath instead and prepared her position.

Nejteri stood tall, or at least as tall as her diminutive frame would allow. She may have been smaller than the average fighter, but what she lacked in size, she made up for in determination and skill — although the last part is limited to an extend the adrenaline rush should make up for it. The odds were stacked against her, but she refused to back downs.

As the two combatants squared off, Nejteri could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

Shao Khan, on the other hand, seemed to exude confidence and power with every movement he made. His eyes bore into Nejteri, a cruel smirk playing on his lips underneath his skull helmet. But Nejteri refused to be intimidated.

Nejteri moved with an impressive speed, dodging Shao Khan's attack and landing blows of her own to his backside — his weakspot — before jumping an arms lenght away from the Khan's reach.

She could feel the thrill of combat coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in time with each move she made and her heavy, aching muscles felt that much lighter.

Despite her size and weakening in strength, she was agile and fierce, a force to be reckoned with.

But Shao Khan was not one to be underestimated.

He's known to fight with ferocity, his blows land bone-crushing force of a brute that he is.

And currently his reflexes were three times sharper than hers.

Nejteri had him in her personal space before she could put some distance between them and the low, right hook he delivered to ribcage winded her and had her fleeing to the other side until the chain leash was close to jank her into a stop.

This needs a better tactic.

The Khan seemed to take pleasure in watching her struggle, pushing her to her limits with each passing moment. His armor helmet did not hide the gleam in his eyes.

Her breath coming in short gasps and grunts as she regained better footing and posture that he mimicked with his own felt like he was mocking her.

Drawing on every ounce of strength she possessed, she pushed herself out of the corner.

The small woman sprinted at him and Shao Khan did not expect that when he would try to meet her half-way she would slide in between his legs.

With a coordinated twist of her spine, her upper back allowed her to turn like a turtle on its shell and faced his unguarded back. Nejteri thrusted her heels into the behind of the Khan's knees, it buckled his legs and with a yelp he knelt down.

A speck of self-satisfaction rubbed up her ego when watching a big man like him fall. She knew that victory was far from guaranteed, but she also knew that she would never forgive herself if she didn't give it her all.

Flat sandals firmly kicked in between his shoulder-blades in hopes it foul have him crash head-first into the floor but with an ungraceful roll he was back on his feet, standing in full height.

The Khan didn't give his opponent an opportunity to stand. He grasped onto the chains that was by his foot and tugged her back to him over the floor.

The tug had the back of her skull collide with the floor she was dragged on, the metal collar digging into her flesh and bruising her had her choking on her gasps.

Nejteri wiggled once more until she had rolled onto one knee just in enough distance to grasp onto the chains close to her collar and tug back at him. It had him leaning forward, still holding onto the chain and Nejteri turned side-ways, digging her front of her foot into his side that had the healed wound she inflicted.

Shao Khan staggered forward but it didn't stop her from gifting him two more kicks of her knee into his gut.

He let go of the chain as he passed by her, nearly bumping her over like a bull, back to the spot he stood at the start of this match.

He faced her immediately, a little out of breath, and although it should be stinging his pride how she evaded him — him, the Khan! — so easily he felt quite the questionable opposite.

Even to her astonishment, Shao Khan's expression softened slightly, a hint of something akin to admiration in his eyes. Although it put her off and had her mind question the reason behind her observation Nejteri did not falter her focus off the combatant.

"You fight well, for one so small." he grunted and waited for her to whip behind her the chains from his reach if he'd attempt the same tug war as before, for a moment he imagined it to be a feline tail, before preparing another attack.

Nejteri was taken aback by the unexpected praise, unsure of how to respond had her to decide to just brush it off as another mockery of his, that it wasn't sincere.

She rose her arms, open palms in front of her face while one leg slid stretched in front of her, readying herself for any attack. "You say that, but you're clearly holding back."

Shao Khan's lips curled into a predatory and mischievous smile as he slightly wagged his head at her stubborness. "I could make good use of a warrior like you." he murmured, his baritone voice low.

"No, thank you." she coldly declined.

Nejteri didn't trust him. Didn't like he existed to begin with.

She knew at heart that he wasn't Shao, only a different version from a Timeline long abandoned. She loves the General for who he is — or was, but now the way she saw Shao had been obscured by his double.

It was hard to swallow but maybe, personality-wise, those two may not be that much different as she hoped they would be.

General Shao might've been acting differently towards her ever since she knew him and learned to believe that is the true Shao.

And then the times when she heard of him as a General with cold and brash personality suddenly made sense...

Nejteri got distracted. A mistake.

Shao Khan's pumping fists were too close to her face even when she clumsily dodged, he punched the air inches from her cheeks.

She held her breath while on the defense, backing towards her cell without noticing as she was ducking and scooting from his aggressive blows.

He toyed with her, his movements fluid and calculated as he pushed her to her limits.

When her feet began to almost trip over the chains is when she decided to try stand her ground. Firmly rooting herself in place and began to block and swat away his fists, when he tried to kick her she blocked it with her leg. The Khan proceeded to try and trip her foot when she tried to give his gut a high-kick but she expected it.

With him crouched and balanced on one leg and arm only when he used the other leg to swipe it underneath her Nejteri leaped and slammed her feet unto Shao Khan's shoulder that send him onto his back while she backflipped and regained her footing.

Sweat tickled down her temple and she hastily wiped it before it could stream into her eye, just then Nejteri realised how heavily she was breathing from exhaustion. Exercise and fighting used to be easier when she hadn't had her strength squeezed out of her for a month.

He immediately sat up, peering up at the woman silently. Nejteri began to sense a shift in Shao Khan's demeanor the longer she stared back. His eyes, once filled with malice, now held a strange mix of desire and admiration so openly as if he himself wanted her to peer into his soul.

He was beginning to see her in a different light, perhaps understanding his puzzling, odd doppelganger's adoration for this woman. Although both different in some ways, their affinity for fierce partners was the same.

It was startling to see someone look at her in such a way, especially given the situation between them. Nejteri can't bring herself to lie that this rush of adrenaline wasn't intoxicating as she fought for her life and dignity with 'Shao'. The truth is she's toying with him as much as he's toying with her.

There was an opportunity for a headlock that would help her to her freedom and she chose not to do it. Why?

It had her question why had Shao never looked at her in such a way. Why they gave up on playful sparring. Why is that this doppelganger is what she'd always wanted. Being looked at more than as a friend and be more challenged.

Nejteri's breath hitched, startled by her own stray thoughts and tried to force them away from her mind as she towered over the behemoth of a Dragonoid that had yet to stand up.

"You're enjoying this way too much!" she sneered with spite that wasn't in subconsciousness directed at him. "I defeated you, didn't I? Give me what you promised!"

"No." he stood with a chuckle, he didn't bother to dust himself, and crossed his arms over his wide chest.

Nejteri growled, irritated with both him and herself, but otherwise silently waited an answer.

"What I enjoy is the thrill of taking a strong, beautiful woman and see if I can break her – just to see if she would be worthy to be one of my concubines." Shao Khan confessed but she was in no way interested in his personal life. "We were just getting started. I will declare this fight over when I am satisfied."

Neither were sure if it was her that growled or her stomach, maybe both.

Shao Khan's lips quirked in a slight smile of amusement. "Why won't you join my cause? Save yourself from this place and the suffering when you know no one is coming for you?"

"I'd rather wait a lifetime than join someone whose ideals I don't share!" Nejteri's eyes widened. Yes, she had considered that as one of many options that were left for her but she redused from the bottom of her heart to participate and be in cahoots with someone who had killed so many and many more he will kill again.

She believed in her family... So naive. But she will be patient. For sure one of those two or both will come get her out. Or did her loyal friendship meant so little to Shao? Was she a bad mother to Reiko?

They circled each other in the dim light of the dungeon, a strange tension began to build between them. Nejteri could feel Shao Khan's gaze burning into her, his glowing eyes strangely both dark and hungry. She could sense the power and desire radiating off him, and a thrill of fear and excitement raced through her.

"Focus... You need to focus." Nejteri cursed herself for such impure thoughts that were just a fabricated lie. "It's the rush from the spar in my veins. Nothing else."

As the fight continued on, Nejteri's movements became more desperate, her strikes growing erratic as she tried to fend off Shao Khan's relentless attacks. Fatigue began to settle in, her muscles burned with exertion. It was like a never ending dance and it began to be too much to keep up with any longer.

He fought back ferociously, more at ease to land a more powerful punch than before, the sound of their blows echoed in the dungeon and it wouldn't be surprise if those around the premises could hear them.

Nejteri refused to back down, her determination fueling her as she fought back with all her might. She may not get freed of this collar and gets just one poor piece of meat but will eat it with satisfaction that she had painted this arrogant man's reptile skin purple.

Suddenly, Shao Khan lunged forward, his movements swift and deadly. Nejteri barely had time to react, but she managed to dodge his attack and counter with a swift kick to his side. The self-proclaimed Emperor staggered back, she could tell that surprise flickered across his face when his jaw dropped.

Nejteri saw her opening and seized it, launching a flurry of strikes and kicks at his weakpoints, pushing all the buttons at once while she could.

Nejteri used a crumbled wall as a platform to spring at him, her tightened fists ready to slam from below his jaw and hopefully dislocate it but the Khan was quicker. Shao Khan stopped her mid-air by catching her by her throat before slamming her crown down into the stone floor, knocking all air from her lungs and he left her dryly wheezed by his feet.

The world spun and doubled, it took Nejteri time to realize she's seeing him upside down and immediately rolled onto her belly and forearms, it made her that much dazed but she refused to make it seem like she's giving up.

But she couldn't bring herself to stand up, her muscles refusing to do as she commanded. She was exhausted.

Nejteri tiredly strained her eyes up his figure, her heavy lashes and curly, wet fringe hooding most of her view. Although left weakened and weary, from the inside she was seething with anger, she lost count of how many times he had tugged on her chain like a dog — to her surprise it didn't tear her head off but undoubtedly her throat from all over was marred with bruises and some mild bleeding from the scouring of the metal collar.

When he began to lean over her, Nejteri only expected the worst, getting her head stomped off was one of those expectancies the false Emperor decided to surprise her tonight once more.

A sudden, unexpected move — Shao Khan extended his hand to her. "You fought well," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I admire your spirit, Nejteri. You may not have defeated me in combat, but you have earned your prize for your efforts."

For the first time he called her by her given name and it played on her heart's strings, however she was a bitter fighter and it was stronger than any other nonsense of emotion.

Nejteri leapt at him with wide open maws.

Her blunt teeth clamped on the scale-textured skin, inches away from the outgrown spikes of his left forearm, as soon as there was an opening his distraction provided, near his wrist's joint but he didn't panick. He only grunted in surprise and displeasure to her dismay.

Shao Khan pulled her closer to him as he briskly stood and her jaw hadn't loosened its seizing even though she couldn't feel the ground below her anymore.

The free, massive hand squeezed though the metal bars and claws fed through her curls up to the roots at her nape. The hand gripped, claws dug into her skin, and pulled on the whole scruff.

Even to her dread, Nejteri went helplessly paralyzed and let go of his limb, her bloodied jaw hung open but she couldn't make a peep.

#Alternative Timeline AU #Nejteri #Shao Khan #being held by the scruff is like a time out :'<#i hope this sudden cliffhanger keeps you on edge lmao we will get the smut next *wink wink*#Would love to get an alternative scene.. Instead of Shao it's Erron that gets back #and they'd be smooching over the bars until boy has enough and shoots the cell's lock to free his babe #and they ride off into the sunset on Buckaroo (his horse) while Nej would be riding Erron - - - if u know what I mean.....#Oh well can't have it all!#this part literally fought with me lmao...... damn you action scenes..!! I'd rather write the cruellest of cruel tortures 😂

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