Binding Contract

“So then it is settled,” Shang Tsung declared to Quan Chi, having decided. “You will open the Soulnado, and in return, I shall help you revive the army of the Dragon King.”

“However, I need to be sure that you won’t double cross me, Shang Tsung,” Quan Chi stated, staring at the deceptively youthful sorcerer.

“Whatever do you mean?” questioned Shang Tsung, feigning innocence as he stared down the pale necromancer.

“I mean that I want to be sure that you won’t go back on your word,” he replied calmly, going up to Shang Tsung and gesturing that they leave the palace courtyard. Shang Tsung got the idea, and led him inside the palace, into his private quarters.

“I suppose you’ll just have to trust me, won’t you Quan Chi?” Shang Tsung said, a sardonic smile on his harsh and handsome features.

“I leave nothing to chance sorcerer, as you might well know,” Quan Chi said, staring intensely into Shang Tsung’s eyes. “I want a physical contract, to be absolutely sure that you won’t betray me.”

Shang Tsung was a little surprised, but he was no fool. He recovered from an initial shock, and regaining his composure, answered with a simple, “Agreed.”

Quan Chi smirked, and stepped up to initiate the contract. He began by kissing Shang Tsung, a hard kiss that made the older man moan softly. He slipped his tongue into Shang Tsung’s willing mouth, and began to explore the warm cavern. Shang Tsung in turn began to explore Quan Chi’s barely clothed body. He could feel damage that had been inflicted by Scorpion earlier, and pulling out of Quan Chi’s kiss, he moved to lap up the drying blood on the necromancer’s chest.

Quan Chi pulled off his spiked band, and his gauntlets, and gasped lightly as Shang Tsung suckled at the wounds on his chest. He felt himself hardening rapidly, and decided to guide Shang Tsung’s head down towards his crotch.

Shang Tsung was quick to respond, pulling the green cloth off of Quan Chi, and pressing his face against the younger man’s bulge. He breathed through the material, allowing his breath to further heat up the aroused Quan Chi. Slowly, he undid Quan Chi’s belt, then growing impatient with himself, he pulled down Quan Chi’s pants, allowing his fully erect manhood to spring forth in all it’s glory.

The air was much cooler, and Quan Chi let out a soft hissing noise. He moaned loudly as Shang Tsung licked and lapped at his cock. Shang Tsung heard how much Quan Chi was enjoying it, and started to massage his balls, licking all the while. Next, he took Quan Chi’s pale length into his mouth, allowing his saliva to wet and lubricate the hard member. Quan Chi groaned, and clutched Shang Tsung’s dark hair, and thrust into the sorcerer’s mouth. Shang Tsung easily maneuvered himself, and deep throated the necromancer’s cock, bobbing up and down, tweaking and rubbing his balls at the same time. He felt his own cock straining against his pants, and could feel moisture gathering from the pre cum that was forming.

Quan Chi was rocking faster now, moaning and mewling his pleasure at Shang Tsung’s actions. He was on the verge of orgasm, and it felt unbearable. As he felt himself about to cum, he pulled out of Shang Tsung’s mouth, and covered his face with a thick layer of hot creamy cum.

Shang Tsung was somewhat irritated when Quan Chi came on his face, but he arose, and said to him, “Does this fulfill our agreement?”

“Not yet,” said Quan Chi, gasping slightly. “You have to take me before it is complete.”

“With pleasure.” And with that, Shang Tsung ripped his own clothes off, too impatient to take them off normally. His own erection was exposed, throbbing angrily in the cool air. He roughly grabbed Quan Chi, who was taken by surprise. He dragged him over to his bed, having dispensed of the niceties. Then he bent the younger necromancer over the bed, and teased his asshole with his own cock. He sucked on his fingers, and allowed his pre cum to lubricate Quan Chi’s virgin hole.

Quan Chi was gasping, and groaning impatiently as Shang Tsung’s cock teased his tight hole. He felt Shang Tsung pull away, only to insert a single finger into Quan Chi’s hole. Quan Chi moaned with pleasure as Shang Tsung thrust his finger in and out of him, soon adding a second finger, then a third. He was barely able to contain himself as Shang Tsung stretched his hole in preparation for something much bigger.

Shang Tsung soon finished up, feeling his dick ache to fill Quan Chi. Pulling his fingers out, he thrust roughly into Quan Chi, claiming a part of him that had never been penetrated before.

Quan Chi cried out in agony, mixed with a pleasurable burning sensation. He cried out Shang Tsung’s name as Shang Tsung thrust in and out of him with an animalistic fury. Quan Chi was hardening again, from the feeling of fullness that he got from Shang Tsung.

Shang Tsung held tightly to Quan Chi’s hips, allowing him full power as he pounded Quan Chi relentlessly in his primal quest for the ultimate pleasure. He leaned over and sucked hard on Quan Chi’s neck, being sure to leave his mark.

Quan Chi was jerking himself off as Shang Tsung used his body. He was moaning incoherently now. He felt Shang Tsung stiffen suddenly, and then cried out in ecstasy as he felt Shang Tsung’s seed gush into him. Shang Tsung continued to thrust until he was positive he had emptied all his seed into Quan Chi. Satisfied with Quan Chi panting beneath him, the necromancer’s head being buried into his bed, he pulled out.

Quan Chi had also released, and was now making small noises of contentment. He yelped in surprise when he suddenly felt Shang Tsung bite his shoulder savagely, drawing blood. Shang Tsung licked his lips in satisfaction, and finally asked, “Have we completed our contract now?”

“Y-yes,” Quan Chi replied.

“I’ll want to renew it every week though,” Shang Tsung said, a twisted grin on his face. “In the meantime, you are welcome to rest here…partner.”
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Hope you enjoyed it, I tried my best. Kind of. Written for Ninja Stalker...wouldn't mind a review.