Satisfaction Guaranteed

You take us to the Kahn, I'll tell 'im you took us down. Maybe you get a bonus. Y'can't lose.

- Kung Jin

Satisfaction Guaranteed

With D'Vorah, the Earthrealmers, Ermac and Reptile gone, Kotal Kahn found himself alone... free to tend to more personal matters.

As expected, he found Erron Black in the outdoor conference room. Arms crossed over his chest, head rested on his shoulder, mask taken off, the gunslinger had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Kotal first thought to let him rest, but something compelled him to move in closer – as quietly as his clothes would allow.

Erron's hand slipped down over the handle of his pistol and uncocked it before Kotal realized he was awake. His blue eyes flashed open. They locked on Kotal, and as recognition set in, the gunslinger relaxed. He took a short moment to stretch before he got up from his seat, stood in front of his employer and lifted his head to meet the ever-glowing gaze. Kotal held a height – and power – advantage that Erron was thoroughly fascinated by.

Kotal didn't waste any time. He reached for Erron's waist and pulled him into a violent kiss. Large hands toyed after his armor's straps. Erron's heart pounded in his chest, his pants tightened, but he didn't move. He wanted to Kotal to overpower him, and let the massive being undress him.

As the armor fell away, Kotal admired the newly exposed flesh. Erron was a fairly average-sized Earthrealmer, with brown hair, blue eyes and desert-tanned skin. Scars and tattoos ran over his arms – Erron was a fighter. He had no regrets in hiring him, and certainly no regrets in choosing sex as additional payment.

He moved his hands up and down the Earthrealmer's sides, enjoying the firm, soft flesh under his calloused fingers. He tilted his head down and brought his lips onto Erron's. A tender, loving kiss which meant one thing: things were gonna get rough.

Depravity tainted Erron's eyes.

Kotal spun the brunette around, slid a hand on his back and bent him over the table. With a steady hand, he spread Erron's legs, then brought his fingers to his own mouth. Once wet, he quickly pushed two inside. Erron flinched and sucked in a sharp, audible breath as his muscles clenched. He shivered as Kotal pushed and twisted his fingers even deeper. His back arched. His knees and arms crumbled; the only thing that kept him from falling flat on the table was Kotal's other hand. The second set of fingers wrapped around his erection, and Erron bucked against Kotal.

After what seemed an eternity, the Osh-Tekk removed his fingers. He pressed himself against Erron and rested his lips against his neck. He nibbled at the skin, enough to draw more moans from the man under him. Satisfied, Kotal smirked. He positioned himself and in one swift move, buried his member inside Erron. He felt the man tense against his body, and waited until he had adjusted to the mass inside of him to thrust a second time.

Erron clawed at the table. Having no grip, he dropped to the wooden surface. It was uncomfortable as hell, but being pinned down and pounded from behind by the imposing Osh-Tekk felt so damn good.

He moaned as Kotal's hand left his hard-on and instead tugged at his hair, forcing his head backwards. He loved how rough Kotal was, for one. He never understood why he enjoyed being manhandled this much, but Kotal provided it naturally, nearly crushing him under his weight and drilling him mercilessly.

Kotal pulled out. He effortlessly flipped the brunette over to his back and lifted him onto the table. Erron yelped as the Osh-Tekk pushed him back down and immediately filled him again. He wrapped his legs around Kotal's waist and urged the teal-skinned being to dive in even harder. To keep his balance, Kotal propped himself on both arms, his face hovering inches above Erron's. He brought the human in a sloppy, bruising kiss as he increased the strength of his thrusts, his glowing eyes set on the blue ones below him.

However, his new position quickly became uncomfortable. Kotal lifted Erron and nearly slammed him in a nearby stone column, earning a pained grunt from the gunslinger. He gripped Erron's thighs and impaled him from below without an ounce of restraint. The Osh-Tekk grunted with each push, before he pulled Erron into another rough kiss, his tongue invading the wet mouth above him.

For a short second, Erron fell still. A long, powerful wave of pleasure shook his body as he reached climax. His vision went white and every muscle in his body stiffened. He crumbled against Kotal's shoulder, and rattled again when the Osh-Tekk spilled himself inside of him.

Dazed, Kotal stumbled to the nearest chair to recover. Erron remained straddling his lap, exhausted yet too comfortable and satisfied to even care about his position anymore.

The Osh-Tekk threw a few looks towards the entrance. He wasn't sure how he'd sneak around while carrying a naked sperm-covered Erron Black to their room. The gunslinger's armor laid scattered on the sandstone floor, while Kotal's bone-clad loincloth remained near the table. He could always wait until Erron was awake, but if anyone came around before, they'd be in for quite the awkward sight.

"Earthrealmers have no stamina..." he reflected out loud, then stood up from his seat.

If anyone said anything, he'd simply... how did they say again... tell them to fuck off. Perks of being the emperor.