Unlikely Victor

It had been about thirty minutes since Johnny had executed his special move, consisting of exactly eight leg sweeps in a row and a singular punch to the genital region, and watched how Shao Kahn had toppled over, then fall to his supposed demise in the darkness below. Thirty minutes ago, the royal proclaimer had, indeed, proclaimed that there was a new Kahn to celebrate, and he'd been carried off in a daze to be ceremoniously put onto the throne.

The next proclamation - roughly 5 minutes ago, with the act of placing him on the throne having played out in what can only be described as ridiculous slow-motion - had been about securing a future heir, and Sindel had approached, gazing at him with half-closed eyes before slowly, almost at the same pace he'd been crowned, sinking to her knees.

What followed was the gentles, most loving nursing of his member that he'd ever received, the queen's lips taking their sweet time sliding up and down, long nails occasionally coming up to gently brush across his leathery sack, her breaths coming in slow, but excited huffs through her nose, tickling him and fanning across the wet, slick surface her mouth left behind.

"I LIVE"

It was not the royal proclaimer this time, but Shao Kahn who had somehow managed to climb up from what Johnny assumed was called something like The Royal Pit. His heart sank, first at the sight of his enemy and his angry complexion, and then again when the Queen's lips left him. She rose to her feet, the shadow of a smile on her lips, and a promise in her gaze that set his blood on fire.

"How many times do I have to teach you this lesson, old man?"

He jumped to his feet, taking a wide stance while correcting his sunglasses, a grin spreading on his face. It was all just a matter of finding an opening and repeating his special move-

"COVER THINESELF, CAGE."

Thankfully, his special move did not require pants. Eight leg sweeps once again had the old Kahn stumbling like a fool, and Johnny's fist swung true, hitting the man square in his codpiece. The leather was sturdy but gave way, just like last time, and Shao Kahn took on a noticeably greener complexion, feet shuffling a full three steps back from the agony - then, like a mighty oak being felled, the giant once more toppled over into the darkness.

Johnny stood breathing, avoiding vertigo and looking dashingly cool at the same time by refusing to look down into the pit, before turning with a smile towards the throne.

"So, where were-"

"We have a new Kahn!"

"Wait, guys can we just- alright, okay, I guess not."

Dozens of hands hoisted him to the sky once more, and the process of crowning was, he could swear, even slower this time around. Still, through it all he held the gaze of the Queen, and she did not avert her eyes for a single moment, each second a promise passing between them for the long nights to come. As unlikely a victor of the tournament that he was, there was no denying his future role.

And all its benefits.

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Sindel wallpaper as I felt it's been a while since we saw her, testing the newest model version of her in the process. She needs some love with proper bone parenting and whatnot, but I'll get her into a proper state one day. Hope you enjoy it folks :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. The sun remains scorching whenever it pokes out from behind the clouds, reminding me how the respite of the misty rains is but a brief interlude to the heat to come. It'll be a while before blessed winter comes, so until then, stay hydrated folks take care out there.

To facilitate thusly, take care of yourselves, and each other
/DH