#mk11 raiden

500 years ago, today, was one of the biggest fights of Raiden's life. And that's saying something about the Thunder God. When you think of him, you think of Earthrealm. When you think of Earthrealm, you'll likely think of him. You versus him. It was a close fight. Too close.

500 years ago was also the first time you ever met. The Thunder God himself had no time for "love." The concept a mere distraction from more important matters that needed his attention at all times. Granted, there was always some big threat to the realm, but he couldn't help but admit everything changed when you arrived.

You were similar to his brother, Fujin. A God that just had to see what was up with humans, but it wasn't to practice empathy. You were more intrigued with what makes these feeble, complex creatures so unique. You were the Goddess of the Moon, but because of your reckless acts towards humans, your were damned to wield the power of the Shadows.

The only brightly lit cell in this Netherrealm prison was the only thing on Raiden's mind. He figured you can't operate in the shadows if people can see you at all times, right?

Your wolffish grin grew wider at the sound of boots ascending down the halls towards you. Even in a weakened state you managed to get up and lean against the bars, taunting the man that put you here before he even arrived. Even though you gave him props for proving to hold his own when it came to protecting Earthrealm, you just couldn't help your nature.

The commanding echo of his step stopped in front of your cell. The seven foot tall being hadn't shown his glowing red eyes yet his authoritative stance spoke for him, but you weren't phased. Not budging an inch.

"The power hungry Thunder God graces me with his presence on this day. I'm honored."

Upon hearing your mocking, purring tone, a flicker of irritation crossed his hidden face, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, unyielding gaze as he gazed at you with those piercing, bright red eyes.

"The honor is not yours to claim," he rumbled, his deep baritone voice echoing off the stone walls. "I am here to ensure you have not found a way to manipulate your way out of this cell."

"Sounds like you missed me." you said. "I don't blame you. We shared a lot of time together under those stars..."

His eyes narrowed and a muscle jumped in his clenching jaw. The audacity of you at this very moment. Knowing good and well you were mocking him with sarcasm. Raiden reached through the bars, gripping your chin firmly as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over the delicate bone, a faint echo of the tenderness he once held for you. He hated with every bit of him that you were right. He did miss you and the short time you shared before you lost it all.

"Do not test me," he warned, your name falling from his lips and his voice low and stern. "My patience has limits, and you walk a fine line. I will not hesitate to strike you down if you give me cause."

Despite his harsh words, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. A distant memory of the touches you once shared, the nights spent holding beneath the moonlight. Could there still be a spark of the woman he loved underneath the red crackles and targeted sarcasm? The opaque shadows that would dare not show face in his presence only because of the light that holds you back from wreaking havoc in the Netherrealm?

No...He pushed the thought away, steeling himself against the sentiment. You made your choices, and now you would face the consequences. Raiden would not be the one to spare you from the fate you had forged with your own hands.

He released your chin abruptly, stepping back as he teleported himself into the little cell right in front of you. He sighed deeply before reaching up and wrapping his calloused hand around your neck, to your surprise. You weren't able to get out a snarky remark about how eager he must've been to get this close to you again as his hand tightened a fraction, but it still left your breathing limited. You wrapped both hands around his forearm and started gasping softly, a half smirk still managing its way to your lips.

"Raiden-"

"On your knees."

You grunted as he pushed you down to the cold, unyielding ground. Now face to face with his clothed crotch, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you look at him. The bright light that dangled above making you dizzy from not being able to activate a single ounce of your powers. He looked down at you with a mix of emotions. Disdain, disappointment, but most of all, hopelessness. Perhaps a small part of him wishes he didn't have to do this. He didn't want to have to force you to submit in order to get his point across, but you forced his hand long ago when his realm was in danger.

The way you seemed so unapologetic, and maybe even taking pleasure in this had heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and blood rushing to his pants. As much as he hated to admit it, the sight of you eagerly awaiting to take orders--or, maybe, defy them--was doing something for him.

Raiden gazed down at you, taking note of how you looked with his grip in your hair as he made you maintain eye contact. The light above you emphasizing the defiant set of your jaw and the glint of mischief in your eyes. He felt that surge of heat again, a long-forgotten hunger that stirred within the deepest depths of his unconscious mind. As much as he despised your defiance, a part of him couldn't help but be drawn to it. To be tempted by the challenge you presented.

"Open." he commanded, watching how your body reacted to his proximity. Your nails curling into the war-torn uniform you sported centuries ago when preparing to battle against him. You weren't quick to obey just yet, eyeing the adorned belt that sat pretty and shiny on his hips. Looking back up at him and slowly rolling out your tongue for him to see. He deliberately took his time undoing his belt and pants, the metal clasp clinking loudly in the charged silence of the cell. Your eyes not daring looking away from his caused a slight smirk to form for no more than three seconds.

As he slowly lowered his pants, your gaze remained locked with his, a combination of defiance and something else, something darker, sparkling in those haunting eyes. Raiden's heart pounded against his chest as he freed himself from the confines of his clothing and finally springing free, already hard and heavy with desire.

During your little time together, you two never actually got intimate. There wasn't enough time and honestly, Raiden feared he'd be too much for you, given his length and girth when fully erect. A swell of pride struck through him when your eyes widened slightly. Sensing that you felt ill prepared, yet up for the task anyway.

He tauntingly tapped your tongue to further the illusion that he was taking his time, instead, he suddenly pushed his hips forward with a groan to see how far he could get before you audibly made it obvious you couldn't take any more. He only got halfway before you made a muffled noise, and when you reached up to stop him, he swatted your hand away.

"You do not wield control here." he said between his teeth and blinked to stay focused. His mind only filled with the feeling of your throat constricting around the tip and your plump lips wrapped beautifully around half his sensitive flesh. He began thrusting at a reasonable pace, somehow getting harder when he noticed your fluttering eyes and upturned brows. Your hands desperately looking for something to do since you couldn't touch him.

He could feel you struggling but paid no heed to your silent pleas. He just kept pushing forward, burying himself deeper into the tight, slickness of your mouth.

Raiden's blood raged through his veins, his breath picking up as he lost himself in the sensation of you. The way you felt, the taste of you, the sound of your muffled moans vibrating around his shaft. It was almost too much, too intense. But he couldn't stop, couldn't pull away. Not yet. Not until he had taken his fill of you.

He thrusted harder, faster, chasing the pleasure that only you could give him. And as he did, he knew that no matter what happened, no matter where they ended up, this moment would be forever engraved in his mind. A reminder of the power you once held over him, even when you were at his mercy.

He came down your throat with a bellowing moan echoing off the walls, not caring who could hear on the other side of the stone wall. Slowly pulling out, you coughed and massaged your sore jaw. Swollen lips glistening and unable to curl into a smirk at the time. When he let go of your hair, you thought you might've had a chance at a break, but no. Again, the very illusion of sensuality was out of the question. Thrown out the window.

His large hand found your back as he pushed you to face the ground, ass in the air. He tore the clothes that clung to your body and tossed them like scraps. You shivered at the cold air hitting your bare skin, a soft whimper upon feeling it hit your damp folds. Raiden kneeled behind you with a shaking of his head. Gods be damned, he knew you were ethereal but being the one to see you in this state made him twitch.

You flinched when he slid himself in. It wasn't as quick or brutal as before, but there still wasn't leeway. He stopped halfway when your body tensed and a straining gasp. Gripping the ground like it could catch between your fingers. You exhaled and readjusted to rest your forehead.

"More." you said. Voice above a whisper and your back arching further. He chuckled. Chuckled.

You squeezed against him as he followed through, essentially sucking him in to make this go by quicker. Your stomach in knots and your brain nothing but void. A loud mewl being forced from your throat in response to his first thrust. Thighs trembling and tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. But you were determined more than anything to prove him wrong.

His gloved hands gripped your hips as he drove into you with only half aggression. He could be harsh, so so harsh, but you were still the woman he once loved. A woman that he one day might've let bear his children. The last thing he'd want is to make this painful or tortuous. From where you stood, only the first string of stokes were painful, but it eventually melted into pleasure and had you singing like a canary. Your fist hitting the ground once to steel your frame of mind and not completely collapse beneath him.

Raiden could feel his own release intensifying, his movements growing more erratic as he chased that blissful feeling. But he held back for a moment, determined to take you with him, to hear you say his name as you came undone alongside him.

"You cannot hold out on me forever," he rasped, uttering your name in a deep moan. The more he chased and the more he was set on making sure your climax was just as great, he started to picture it all over again. A family. His family. You, walking around in the glow of pregnancy. Already on your third kid while the other kids run around with each other. Him having to constantly tell you to let him take care of the house. How you'd look sleeping with a protective hand on your belly when he wasn't there for the night, handling Godly affairs.

Then he glanced down at how it looked when you took his incredible so well. How it would look with his hot seed spilling out of you. Dripping down your thighs because it was just too much. The bounce of your ass against his hips made him forget the evil look in your eyes when you so brazenly stood against him. Once he snapped out of it, you were cumming with a drawled guttural moan. Eyes focusing and unfocusing as your senses reset. Feeling hot and cold at the same time. His grip tightening on your hips as he came too, unable to halt his gliding thrusts as your slick was making this all too easy to keep moving.

Raiden only stopped once he saw the very thing that flashed in his mind not even twenty seconds before. Your cum-stuffed heat already full and dripping. The back of your thighs sticky with sweat and remnants of his seed. He shuddered and took a deep breath, unsheathing himself before slumping against the wall. You were still there. Cheek on the ground, sweat on you like another layer of skin, and teardrops staining the ground. Way too tired to even blink.

You felt his hands-- gentle--sit you up and pull you to his armor clad chest. Head on his shoulder and body limp as he held you. Like how he used to 500 years ago. When the moon was full and you smiled ear to ear in its glow. He lifted his hand to use his electricity and put out the blinding light that cast in the cell. He could feel you already starting to move in the pitch blackness to recharge. If this were thirty minutes prior, you'd be breaking out in no time. Instead, a warm smile spread across his usual frowning face as your fingers intertwined with his.