Beloved By All

"You're the final hearing of the day, peasant, so make your case quickly."

It had been many years of unrest and frequent uprisings, and it was only with a decade of struggle that Mileena had finally come to the conclusion that she'd rather be beloved than feared. If anything, it seemed to be less of a hassle. Opening her court to the masses for the purposes inquiry and requests had at first been viewed as a trap, yet another sadistic invention by their overlord to single out those who dared raise their heads, and after a full month of no one appearing before her, Mileena had realized that she needed a bigger draw than simply her word.

The next day, as the doors to her throne room swung open, so too did her legs, spreading wide across the throne, her supple form seemingly intent on granting whatever desires whoever might enter first. Word travels fast in her kingdom, and though she could never truly know in what form the cost-benefit analysis among her people had taken, the results spoke for themselves - Mileena's chamber soon being entered by the first, nervous wreck of a peasant in decades, and before long, he had entered her as well.

A week had passed since then, and she now averaged between a dozen or two a day, a steady stream of men traveling, as if on holy pilgrimage, in a bid to sandwich her curvaceous body between themselves and her throne - all their frustration and anger drained from them, turned into amalgamations of praise for her ears, and seed for her insides. Her agents, meanwhile, had begun to report less fervor among the populace, and a significant difficulty for dissidents to recruit - all thanks to the Queen and her efforts.

In the present, the man fumbled with his pants, sweat beading his brow as he slowly closed the distance between them, only to freeze, ambivalence spreading across his face.

"... as you can see... you have, like all the others before you, three options..."

There was a glimmer in her eyes.

"Four, if you are very brave..."

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Wednesday wallpaper! Was high time to revisit a bit of MK again. The moment I learn how to adequately port models from SFM, I swear I'll get the MK9 Cassie sorted into Blender as well, because damn I miss her. Hopefully you enjoy the piece, even if the Enhanced crew doesn't really get to enjoy the eye contact for, well, obvious reasons :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Autumn is coming down on us hard, where we're finally getting close to 0C during night time, which means it's high time to get those blankets and warm drinks of choice out. Hope you're doing well, wherever you are :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH