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Spoilers:  Vengeance (season/series finale).

Rating:  NC-17.

Librarian's Note:  For those of you thinking "Shao Kahn?  Eew!", we would like to inform you now of the little tidbit of information on the series that Jeff Meek played this role too.  <eg>  Better, huh?

The Seduction of Shao Khan

© 2000, dragon

Shao Kahn, Emperor of Outworld and all around paranoid psychopath with a penchant for bringing absolutely everything in the universe under his control, looked up from his brown study and blinked.  His dark eyes flamed behind the skull he wore as a mask and a sign of his sovreignty.

"Who dares?" he demanded, his hand closing about the hilt of his sword.

The dark draped figure on the stairs moved up until it stood two steps below his dais.  Slender fingered hands reached up and removed the hood that had hidden the head of this apparition.  Dark hair fell in heavy waves from a center part.  It framed a face of mature beauty.  The woman stood regarding him thoughtfully.

"Who are you?" he demanded again, not used to either being ignored or regarded so calmly.

With a gesture, the robe misted away to nothing leaving the woman, her abundant charms hugged by a gown of shimmering silk, standing there, still not answering his questions.

He moved to confront her, sword in hand.  She smiled into his face.

"I am called the Mistress."

"Who's mistress?"

She laughed, a rich, warm sound.  "The Mistress."

"Why are you here?"

"Curiosity.  Desire.  Need."

A short bark of laughter escaped the madman before her.  "Is your curiosity satisfied?" he spat.

"Not yet."

That took him off stride.  "No?  Why not?"

"I haven't sought my answers yet."

"Ah.  And whose desires do you wish to fill?"

"Yours.  Mine.  Ours." She reached out and ran a gentle finger down the curve of the skull until she touched his skin at the jaw line, finishing by a brush against his lower lip.  "What do you think?"

Seduction?  A powerful weapon.  His eyes narrowed in the sockets of the skull.  He pulled her against him with his free arm, crushing her to his heavily muscled chest, his armor, and assaulting her mouth with his own.  Her arms slid around his neck and she yielded to his tongue's exploration of her mouth until they were both in need of air.  She leaned back in his arm, her eyes heavy lidded, her breathing uneven, her mouth curved in a smile.

"Now  that was a kiss."

Torn between trowing her from him and taking her on the spot, he hesitated.  This time, it was her mouth on his, demanding, invading, taking.  Her hands carressed the back of his head, as much as the mask he wore would allow, before moving to the sensitive skin on the back of his neck and to his broad shoulders.  The neckline of her gown seemed to recede before him as he worked his way down the long line of her throat and to the rounded curve of her breasts.  Sword forgotten, he swept the woman into his arms and took her to a more private place for their explorations.

He dropped her on a bed of size.  The covers were already in disarray.  He dropped his vest, his shirt, his pants and belts on the ground.  She licked her lips as she saw the heavy muscles revealed, the broad chest, the ripple of his abs, the rigor of his erection.  She lay back among the pillows, an inviting smile on her face, and held out a hand to him.

He threw himself on her.  His mouth was all over her, suck and biting at her large, firm breasts until they were unbelievably tense under his hands and lips.  Her gown seemed to vanish before him as he worked his way down past the incredible breasts, the abdominal musculature tensed in arousal, the belly itself with it's smooth curve to the juncture of her legs.  Curly brown hair hid her from him.  He used fingers more inclined to strangle than to caress to part her engorged lips, finding and teasing her equally tense and sensitive clit.  She gasped at his touch and wriggled beneath him.

She was wet and hot and demanding of him as he fingered her sensitive flesh.  Her hips arched up to him, even as her hands and fingers were doing their own stimulating on him.  She urged him to lay on her, to slide into that hot, went center that ached and demanded his attention.  He stretched up, capturing her mouth again as he slid swiftly into her.  He was surprised at the vigor that met him, her muscles stretching to accomodate his girth and length, the snapping tight around him.  He groaned at the stimulation.  Her mouth found the side of his neck and attached there, like a vampire or leech, but without the nasty side effects.

He slammed into her, filling her, stretching her as she wrapped her long, lean muscled legs around him.  As hard as he was, she demanded more.  She teased his exquisitly sensitive nipples, hard points on his rock hard chest.  And then she did the unexpected, she rolled them over until she was astride the hard muscled stallion that was the Emperor of OutWorld.  She slammed down his shaft until their wet curls intertwined.  She demanded his shaft, his need, commanded his desire until she drove him over the sweet edge of shuddering destruction.  She felt him pulsating within her even as her own shuddering release peaked and sent her over the edge, drenching him in her fluids.

She remained astride him, sitting up, her back arching to expose her ripe breasts.  He shuddered to stillness.  His breathing steadied.  His shaft began to shrink within her.  A most pleasurable sensation seemed lodged there.  He considered muzzily.  She was contracting around him, sucking at him with her center as other women did with their mouths.  He cocked an eyebrow, hidden behind the mask, in curiosity.  Her mouth answered his look.  Damn, both hot and demanding.

He met her need, stroke for stroke, his hands massaging her breasts, rolling the hard, engorged nipples between finger and thumb, pinching occasionally for good measure.  He stiffened within her again and met her plunging needs until he again shot his hot seed into her and was doused by her hot wet fluid release.

Shao Kahn, already tired, found himself again responding to this woman's desires.  She drained him a third time, leaving him exhausted.  She lay down on top of him, his member still buried within her.  Her mouth took his, gently.  "Tell me something.'

"What?' His voice was a croak beside her dulcet tones.

"What is your heart's desire?" she asked softly.

He choked on his laughter.  "What?"

"What is your heart's desire?"

"To rule -- everything."

She shook her head, her long silken waves fanning him.

"That is what you do.  What is your heart's desire?"

He stared into those deep, dark, liquid eyes and a frisson of fear traveled through him.  There was an intentness that was frightening.

"Earthrealm."

She laughed.  "Close, but not the truth." He could feel her internal muscles closing on him again.  The skin she touched was becoming too sensitive for stimulation.  "Tell me."

His eyes grew hot behind the mask.  "To watch *his* face as I destroy everything and everyone he cares about in that realm he protects," he spat into her face.

She leaned back and laughed.  "So simple.  Such an easy answer and so easy to fulfill.  Enjoy." She faded from sight, leaving the Emperor pleasantly tired and borderline psychotic when he could not again find the woman he had bedded.

He remembered her later as he watched Rayden's eyes, Rayden kneeling at the foot of the stairway to Shao Kahn's dias, Rayden defeated.  Rayden broken as the Emperor of OutWorld beat him down, again and again and again.  Omen?  Wish granting goddess?  Nothing?  Yet the entity calling herself The Mistress was not to be found in any of the realms.  He bellowed and roared and smashed his fist into the face of his defenseless enemy yet again.

How long did that go on?  And hour, a day, an eon?  And in the end, it was hollow.  He had taken everything from Rayden, stripped him of his protegees, his powers, his very godhood.  He had marched on EarthRealm and taken it, grinding it beneath his armies as he went.

Now, EarthRealm was no different than any OutWorld Realm.  And Rayden, broken, bedraggled, chained at the foot of the dias or in the mines, was no consolation.  Rayden never did more than speak with his eyes, eyes that held the pain of betrayal of friends, of the world he sought to protect, of himself and the Elder Gods.  No matter how often or how badly Shao Kahn broke the bones of the powerless immortal, it was as though sound were denied him.

And her parting words, wafted on the wind, sometimes echoed in the hollow silence of the night.  "Sometimes, having is not so satisfying as wanting."

--Finis--

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