Tentacles

Author's Note: context can kinda be found in uni's old mortal kombat fic!

Even behind his sunglasses, Monsoon could feel the intensity of the Earthrealmer’s gaze. It didn’t matter to her, of course, she’d get her answers regardless. He had arrived with the other Earthrealmers early in the night. Their initial meeting was not a pleasant one. Hostile would have been the best way to describe it. While their leaders, Raiden and Surge, quickly talked things out and were currently arranging a possible alliance, Marina, Monsoon’s true name, didn’t trust these invaders. The one called Liu Kang behaved himself but she whispered to the other Hoennians to keep an eye on him.

She sneered at the human who was bound to a nearby pillar in the palace gardens. His sweat glistened under the colourful neon lights that decorated Aphrodisia and the large blue moon that lit up the sky.

Johnny Cage was the name of this would be invader.

He stuck to her side like glue as she wandered the palace, desperate to get away or at least watch Raiden from a distance in case Surge needed backup. If it was any time before or after the upcoming war with Outworld, Marina could have seen herself enjoying Johnny’s company. He was the type of man she liked; confident, handsome and a little dumb.

However, right here? Right now?

It was too much a risk.

“Y’know, Darlin’,” Johnny teased as he tugged at his bonds. He tipped his head forward so that his glasses slipped down his aquiline nose and revealed his enchanting blue eyes. Something panged inside of Marina’s chest and loins but she stayed firm. “I normally don’t do freaky stuff like this until at least the third date.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Marina snarled. Her hand snapped forward as it summoned all the water from the nearby flora. The lush plants that surrounded Johnny in that garden shrivelled up to brown and even black crisps that crunched under its own weight. Water rushed to her tanned hands and swirled in her fists before forming long tendrils that then shot towards the man. “You will not open your damned mouth unless I tell you to!”

Johnny snorted.

Huffing, Marina shot her arm out and a thick water tentacle shoved itself between Johnny’s oh-so-kissable lips. The man gagged around her phantom-like limb as it pushed itself deeper and deeper until dipping into his throat. Tears pricked at his watery blue eyes as she pulled back an inch or so only to thrust herself back inside. She could feel his throat spasm around the tendril.

It was sick. It was twisted. It thrilled her beyond belief.

Her painted lips curled into a smirk as she watched the man struggle in front of her. He strained against his bonds and arched his back against the pillar. He gurgled around the tendril. The colour in his face shifted from a healthy sunkissed colour to a deep reddish purple. Sighing, she pulled the tentacle from his mouth. Johnny coughed and sputtered as oxygen filled his lungs.

“Shit...!” he gasped out, not noticing Marina split the tentacle into several smaller ones.

Slim water tendrils wrapped around his legs and split them far apart. Once more he struggled in his bonds as two more tentacles worked on yanking down his pants. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Getting information from you. Now hush,” she muttered before plunging the thickest tentacle into his throat once again. “I didn’t say you could speak.”

Johnny’s muffled cries filled the garden as the watery limbs wrapped around his lower body. Two thicker tendrils wrapped around his muscular thighs and forced them wide apart. A hand-like tendril wrapped around his semi-hard shaft. Shudders wracked his body as the cool liquid stroked him off. The grip was tight but incredibly loose at the same time. Not a single spot of his cock nor his balls was left untouched. There was an indescribable pressure surrounding him that he couldn’t quite understand. He just knew that he liked it. Steadily, his cock stiffened in her watery grasp.

A single, slim tendril traced down his hips before circling his clenched asshole. Gentle pushes and prods were given to the tight entrance. Johnny’s sputtering cries grew louder as his backdoor was toyed with. His cock throbbed inside of Marina’s grasp. He huffed, or tried to, through his nose as water seeped into his seemingly virginal hole. Then, finally, it pushed itself past the tight rim.

His back arched against the cold pillar as his asshole was violated by the mysterious warrior. Johnny thrashed in her grip as he was molested from head to toe. His toes curled inside his boots as his hips thrust into her watery grip. Unwilling pleasure burned throughout his body with every stroke she gave his inner walls and cock. His eyes rolled back into his skull as precum freely flowed into the makeshift fleshlight that enveloped his cock and balls.

Eventually, it was too much.

Marina attacked his prostate again and again as the strange pressure around his prick tightened. The double attention would have coaxed out an orgasm from the Earthrealmer regardless but the constant assault on his virgin prostate had him seeing stars. Cum rushed from his cock and clouded the tendrils a milky white that floated around him.

Chuckling, the Hoennian relaxed her hands and the tentacles dissipated. Water splashed noisily against the smooth stone below them. Water swirled in Johnny’s mouth before he swallowed in a rattled panic. Water splashed against his tight walls and sloshed around in his bowels as his asshole clenched back to closed. Lazily, Johnny looked up at the oh-so-satisfied Marina.

“Marina-baby, try giving a guy a warning next time you decide you wanna play with his ass, alright?” he said with an airy laugh.

It was a laugh that Marina shared as she stepped towards him and undid the bonds around his wrists. He sighed as she helped him to his feet. “I thought it’d suit the moment.”

“...It did but... Christ,” he breathed, pulling up his wet pants.

“Sides, it’s not the first time that I played with you there,” she teased as they made their way inside the Aphrodisian temple. “I’m sorry though.”

“It’s fine. I can’t be mad at a gal who gives me orgasms that have me seeing colours that don’t exist. Say, is Surge gonna be pissed at us for...”

Marina snorted. If only he knew what this palace was for before the war.