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Author's Note: I'm not even going to pretend there's a plot here. Pure smut.

I don't own the rights to Mortal Kombat, Midway does. These are their characters, and I'm just playing with their toys.

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Frost fairly skipped down the corridor to Sub-Zero’s office, drawing curious glances from her fellow clansmen. A few of them were suspicious of the close relationship she had with her sifu, but very few guessed the truth.

She knocked formally on the office door, knowing full well she could have just waltzed in; appearances had to be kept up no matter what was going on behind closed doors. Her knocking was answered by a deep voice encouraging her to come in and she happily followed the order, not bothering to shut the door behind her. The room was sparsely furnished, being mainly a formal place of business. The main focal point was the massive mahogany desk in the center of the room where Sub-zero conducted the clan’s business.

He looked up when he heard the door and smiled widely, making her heart skip a beat. It felt a little silly to react like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he looked at her, but she just couldn’t help it. Still, there was something a little different about his demeanor today.

“You wanted to see me in private, sifu?” she asked demurely while perching herself on the edge of his desk. When the novice had brought her the summons, she had taken the opportunity to change into something more revealing, and without looking down she knew the shorts she had chosen were creeping up obscenely in sharp contrast to her words, drawing attention to her long legs.

His eyes slowly took in her body from top to bottom, making her blush slightly before he answered casually. “Oh, I was just going to ask you to join me in a little afternoon exercise.” A wicked grin split his lips as he stood up. “You will, won’t you?”

The innuendo was obvious in his voice and Frost felt her stomach twist slightly. “Of course,” she said as he approached her with unconscious grace. “But don’t you think I should get out of this outfit?” she added teasingly.

He was head and shoulders above her when he came to stand next to her, and she looked up at him expectantly. “No, it will do nicely,” he said and caressed her cheek. His normally bright blue eyes looked much darker when they were half lidded, and Frost bit her lip in anticipation at the desire written in his face. The aggression was unusual for him, but it was still immensely appealing.

Those blue eyes were tracing her figure again, lingering on her curves. “Do you like what you see?” she asked throatily, consciously arching her back to better expose her breasts. He reached over and caught her by surprise by pulling the flimsy top she was wearing down just far enough so it caught on the undersides of her already erect nipples. She had definitely not expected something like that from him.

“You should be careful with those things, they could cut glass,” he said with a smirk as she shivered when the cool air hit her skin.

“I can’t help it, you have cold hands,” she retorted saucily.

“My apologies…” he traced one cold finger over the rounded contours of her flesh, sending a jolt through her system that came to rest between her legs.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing…” she trailed off as she pressed herself forward, wanting him to take more of her into her hands. The contrast of her hot, flushed skin and his cold hands was delicious, and she shuddered slightly as he pinched the tip of one mound.

Soon his hands caressing her through the fabric wasn’t enough for her and she ripped her shirt off and flung it carelessly onto his chair, letting her breasts bounce heavily in the process. However, he didn’t go to fondle the newly freed globes as she expected, just pulled her knees slightly apart and maneuvered to stand between them. “Why did you stop?” she protest, her voice husky even to her own ears.

“All good things must come to an end,” he replied, but he silenced her protests by claiming her lips with his own. Opening her mouth without hesitation she allowed their tongues to duel, pressing her chest to the skin left bare by the familiar costume her always wore. All too soon though, he broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel down her neck, licking the hollow her throat like the curve of a spoon, gently nipping at her collarbone, leaving a wet trail down her skin. Compared to the chill of his fingertips on her thighs, the heat of his soft lips was like fire, but it was nothing like the slow burn growing within.

One hand was tracing a delicate pattern around her inner things, never touching where she really wanted it. She tried to chase it down with a hand of her own, but Sub-Zero merely used his free hand to hold it back, teasing her mercilessly as his finally latched on to one aching nipple. She would have been content then to just hold his head there, letting him suckle her and leaving his hands to torture her below, but he seemed to have other things on his mind and pulled away from her completely.

“What are you doing?” she asked thickly. “Are we going?

“Going? Coming yes, going no,” he teased, walking around the back of his desk and opening a drawer. He tossed something on to the desk behind her, but her eyes were following his form as he walked back around. “Stand up,” he ordered.

Puzzled, she complied, and he leaned around her to the desk. Before she could ask what he was doing, he was back in front of her and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and gave a gentle tug. She took the hint and wriggled her hips, allowing him to pull her garment down far enough for her to step out of them.

The whole scene was a bit surreal. She was standing nearly naked in the Grandmaster’s office, her sex hot and dripping as she thought about being bent over the desk. It wasn’t her first time with a man, but it was her first time with her sifu, and this was not what she expected from the normally gentle Sub-Zero.

She half expected him to toss her onto the desk, but despite the hungry look in his eyes, he seemed intent on taking his time. He stepped closer, pulling her svelte frame against his muscular one, and Frost could feel his hardness against the smooth skin of her stomach. The sensation didn’t last long, because he picked her up easily and sat her back down on the desk. There was a soft feeling on the skin of her bottom, and she looked down to see the desk mostly covered with some type of fabric.

‘So that’s what he was up to,’ she thought, but lost the train of thought when her legs were pulled roughly apart, spreading her lewdly across the edge of the desk. Her surprise was cut short by the feeling of her sifu’s length pressed against her still panty clad slit, and she desperately wanted there to be nothing between them. Sub-Zero stopped her when she reached for him though, and pushed her back to the desk.

Groaning softly in frustration, she scooted down further on the desk, only to be greeted by fingers slowly stroking her through the fabric. She let herself fall back again; just enjoying the sensations the touch was sparking in her. He was toying with her, never pressing hard enough to penetrate her, just hard enough to make her want more. The cloth between her legs was almost completely soaked when he slowly started to peel them off of her.

The shock of cool air on her swollen red, lips was enough to raise her up on her elbows. She laughed as she saw she still wore her boots, but when she went to remove them, Sub-Zero merely said, “Leave them on. I like them,” in a voice so sexy she would have agreed to wear them all day everyday if he would talk like that to her again. Still, she craned her neck to watch impatiently as her sifu reached to remove his sizable manhood from its confines. He didn’t bother to remove any clothing, just freed himself and stepped forward again, his silky head just touching her heat.

He looked her dead in the eyes, and asked, “Yes?” Frost had to smile as a small piece of his nature came though, and she nodded her consent eagerly. Her eyes rolled back as just the tip of him slid over her slickness, catching her clit on every pass, making her legs shake. The teasing was wonderful, but the feeling was overwhelming when he sank into her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Her head lolled lazily to the side as he started to stroke into her.

And she found her staring at the alarmingly wide open door.

“The door,” she said dumbly, unable to articulate her thoughts as all the blood rushed from her head. “Its open.”

Sub-Zero looked up to her face, never breaking her rhythm, “Yes,” he said simply, driving harder and making her gasp.

“Shouldn’t… shouldn’t you close it?” she moaned, clinging to the edge of the desk to keep from sliding off with the strength of the motion. He was at just the right angle to hit that sweet spot that so many women desperately search for and the pressure within her was building at a rapid rate after being teased for so long. She could barely think straight as the heat between her legs spread like wildfire through her whole body, making her sweat despite the chill of the room.

“Why?” he asked nonchalantly, although Frost could see the fine sheen of sweat forming on his neck. His hands found their way to her knees, forcing them back and spreading her further, allowing him deeper access.

“Because someone, could… oh, shit…. Someone could walk past and s-see,” she managed to get out between pants. She felt lit up light a Christmas tree, every nerve seeming to go off at once. She would have been quite a sight to see though; sweaty and spread over the desk, breasts heaving, hair partially matted partially standing on end, as she writhed with the feeling resonating deep within her. The thrill of danger was beginning to excite her even more, no matter how much her rational mind protested.

Sub-Zero pulled her legs up over his shoulders and gripper her thighs, using the leverage to thrust almost brutally into her. “So you want me to stop then?” he asked meanly.

“No!” she cried. “God no. Just fuck…fuck me.” She was so close she wouldn’t have had him stop if someone started taping the whole thing. Her hips bucked up to meet him as if they had a mind of her own and she was just along for the ride. It was no surprise then, when he reached down to strum her that she took off trembling and panting, like her clit was a launch button and she was a rocket. She gripped the desk, white knuckled as her entire body trembled in release, leaving her gasping for air.

She had just caught her breath when he released her legs, bending down and tucking his arms under her shoulders. Her body reacted sharply to the change in his angle of entry, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her.

Leaning down further, he whispered in her ear, “Can I tell you a secret?”

He nipped her earlobe gently as she pondered what the hell he wanted to say to her. “Yea,” she said licking her lips as he nuzzled into her neck.

“The doors at the end of the corridor are locked,” he informed her.

“What?” she asked, her addled brain not quite comprehending what he just said.

“Security measures, I can lock them from the desk.” She could feel his smile against her neck.

“You bastard,” she muttered in disbelief.

“Oh, you know you got off on the idea someone could watch us,” he chided her, and she knew he was right.

Not that she would admit to it.

She forgave him immediately for deceiving her as soon as he pulled away from the delicate skin of her neck and kissed her gently on her lips. He pelvis was grinding against her every time he pushed in, making her willing to forgive just about anything. The rhythm was slower now, less urgent, but no less pleasurable, and she moaned loudly when he pulled back again to grip her hips.

His hips moved in slow, sexy figure eights, hitting every inch of her with near perfect precision. It looked effortless, but the strain was evident in his face and the sweat on his neck and chest.

‘He’s holding back for me,’ she thought smiling inwardly. ‘Well, no good deed goes unpunished.’

“Wait,” she said breathlessly, rising on her elbows. He looked at her curiously, but she eased him out of her and stood up. “Like this,” she amended, turning around to lay her chest across the desk, presenting him with her upturned ass.

Without any further encouragement, he eased himself back into her wetness, filling her completely. She reached down to thumb herself as his hips slapped against her soft flesh, and he groaned as her already tight muscles clamped down on him involuntarily. The position was forcing him to him to rub against her front wall, hitting her g-spot on every stroke.

The urge to come was rising rapidly within her, and she fought to keep her knees from buckling as she pushed back to meet him. “Harder,” she groaned, being obliged immediately, and almost losing her grip on the desk with the force. Rearing back, she leaned her weight on her hands on the edge of the desk, almost standing and feeling the full strength of him right where she wanted it.

His hands traveled up to grip her breasts tightly, pulling her back against him as he buried his face in her neck again with a growl. Moaning, she brought one leg up to rest on the desk, allowing the full access they needed and keeping her from being pushed too far forward. “Oh god!” she hissed. “Like this…just like this.”

Then, she was coming again, her muscles contracting down hard as Sub-Zero cried out in her ear. Every thing seemed so far away as the feeling spread from her sex to her whole body. She shuddered so uncontrollably she collapsed onto the desk, taking her sifu with her as he spent himself. They stayed like that, limp as wet rags, his head resting between her shoulder blades, as they waiting to come back down from their sexual high.

“Damn,” Frost finally said, half muffled from the fabric her face was buried in. “Is this what afternoon exercises are supposed to be like?”

“I hope not. I’m supposed to lead the novices for two hours tomorrow,” Sub-Zero replied, laughing weakly. “I think they’d wear me out.”

“Very funny,” Frost said sarcastically. “Now would you please get up, you’re squashing my boobs.”

He pushed himself up and carefully withdrew from her, marveling at the massive mess they’d made of themselves. “We’d better clean up,” he said, laughing.

She looked down at the fluids dripping down her thighs and nodded. “Your shower or mine?” she asked with a wink, pulling her clothes back on, cold and damp as they were.

That wicked smile lit up his features again. “Mine, I think.”

He grabbed hold of her waist, dragging her out the door and shutting it firmly behind them.