Shao Kahn

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🦇KINKTOBER DAY 30🦇

MASTER/SLAVE

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Shao Kahn’s voice rumbles above you, a low growl that reverberates through the room and sends a chill down your spine. “You kneel willingly,” he says, his tone laced with smug satisfaction, as if this act of submission is not just expected but owed to him. “Good.” His fingers curl around the edge of his throne, tightening as his gaze roves over you, calculating, as though he’s weighing your very worth against his standards.

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The dim glow of torchlight casts towering shadows across Shao Kahn’s throne room, each flicker illuminating the sharp lines of his imposing armor and the ruthless confidence in his eyes. You kneel before him, your head bowed low, aware of every scrape of your skin against the cold stone floor, every beat of your heart amplified in the silence.

He rises with deliberate slowness, each heavy step echoing, heightening the tension as he approaches. You feel his presence above you before you see him, his shadow swallowing you whole. He stops just in front of you, his towering form blocking out the world, leaving only him—only his dominance and your submission.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice a command that leaves no room for hesitation.

You lift your chin, your eyes following the line of his armor-clad thighs up to his chest, to his shoulders, until your eyes finally meet his. The intensity in his stare steals your breath, makes your body tense with anticipation. His fingers graze your cheek, the warmth of his hand shocking after the cool touch of metal, then drift down along your jaw and neck until they wrap around your throat. You don’t flinch, don't so much as blink, even when his fingers tighten around your neck in warning.

He lifts you to your feet and leads you toward the throne with a gentle pressure, just enough to let you know where to go. You sit on the edge of the seat, your hands gripping the armrests, your eyes trained on the emperor before you as he steps between your parted legs.

He watches you for a moment, his gaze piercing. You keep your posture straight, your lips pursed, your eyes fixed on him. You can tell he likes that, the way you don’t fidget, the way you don't try to look away. It's almost like a game of dominance, and you're not about to lose.

Shao Kahn cups your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. It takes all your willpower not to part your lips and lick at his finger. A hint of approval shines in his eyes. He traces your lips again, this time slower, as if he wants you to know how much he enjoys them. Then his hand drifts lower, his palm brushing against the side of your breast, his fingers trailing down to your waist, where he grips you, his touch hard, claiming.

You swallow, resisting the urge to squirm, or moan, or sigh, knowing that the slightest show of pleasure or weakness will put an end to this.

Shao Kahn's fingers find the ties of your gown, the soft silk of the fabric the only barrier between his fingers and your skin. He tugs the ribbon free, and the gown falls open, exposing you. Your breath catches, a shiver running through you as he gazes down at your naked body. You've been in front of him countless times, but somehow, you've never felt as exposed as you do right now.

There's a hungry glint in his eye that has you trembling. He runs a single finger along the underside of your breast, and you bite back a whimper.

"Don't hide yourself," he says, his voice a rough rumble. "I want to hear you."

He leans down, his hand sliding down to your hip. His lips hover from yours, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of leather and sweat surrounding you. His mouth curves into a smirk, his fingers digging into your thigh as he pulls you closer.

You can't stop the moan that escapes you, his breath fanning over your lips, making you feel dizzy. He nips at your mouth, his teeth scraping against your lower lip, drawing blood. You gasp, and his tongue delves inside, sweeping along the roof of your mouth, teasing.

Your legs quiver, and his hand slides around, cupping the back of your neck, holding you against him. You can feel him growing hard, pressing into your thigh. You want him, so badly it hurts, but you don't dare move. You know the rules. He will not let you finish until he has decided.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at you. There's a dangerous edge in his gaze, a challenge. "Touch me."

You're so aroused, it takes you a moment to understand what he means. But when you do, your pulse quickens. He's never let you touch him before. You've never dared, knowing it would earn you a lashing, or worse.

But, somehow, you know this time is different. This time, you will not be punished for your boldness.

You reach up, tentatively placing a hand on his chest. His muscles are firm beneath your fingers, and you run your hand down his abs, tracing each ridge, admiring the way his body tenses beneath your touch.

When you reach his belt, he lets out a growl, his fingers digging into your neck.

"Take it off."

You hesitate, unsure if he means the belt or the rest of his clothes. He doesn't give you time to guess, yanking you forward and spinning you around.

"Undress me."

His voice is rough, and you shiver at the command. You've dreamed of this, touching him, undressing him, tasting him. Your hands shake as you fumble with the straps of his armor. He's wearing far too many layers.

He's patient, allowing you to explore him, but his grip on your waist is almost bruising. You finally manage to free him of his clothes, and you can't help but stare.

He's massive, his standing erect, the head already glistening with precum. You want to touch him, but you're afraid. He's so big, and you're so small. Will he even fit?

"On your knees."

You obey without hesitation, kneeling before him, the stone floor hard beneath your knees. He reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you towards his . You open your mouth, taking him in, relishing the way he groans as your tongue sweeps across the tip.

You can't take all of him, but you try, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down, the way he taught you. His hand is still tangled in your hair, but he doesn't force you, letting you set the pace.

You look up at him, watching his face as he watches you. His eyes are hooded, his lips parted, and he looks like he's barely holding himself together. The sight is almost enough to make you come undone, and you moan around him, causing him to shudder.

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