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Bi-Han was only half awake as he felt the mattress dip suddenly and delicate hands smooth over his bare torso. Even in the dim lighting, he could make out Sektor's slim frame. She curled up tight against his side, kissing up his neck to his lips, while her left hand slipped further down to take hold of him through his underwear. She freed him quickly and moved to straddle him, his cock easily slipping into place as she settled in his lap. Bi-Han held her hips, groaning as she immediately started bouncing on it.
She was aggressive, clawing at his pecks with sharp nails and leaning down to nip at his lips, drawing blood into her mouth as she kissed him. She slammed down harder and faster, whipping her head back and moaning. She palmed her own breasts as she smirked down at him. He could feel his orgasm surging, but Sektor did not pull away to finish him with her hand and instead stayed in place, grinding harder on him until he finished inside of her.
She let out a breathless laugh, which died off as Bi-Han carelessly picked her up and tossed her aside. She stared at him in mild shock as Bi-Han tucked himself in and glared at her suspiciously.
“You are not Sektor.”
She balked at the accusation. “What do you mean? Of course I—”
“Cease your lying, sorcerer. I can see through your paltry disguise.”
Sektor went still for a moment, her face still frozen in surprise.
It was a fairly convincing disguise, if not for the finer details too small for someone unfamiliar with the master armorer to notice.
She smiled slowly, and then she shifted, and her body melted into the lithe form of a nude man. Her mouth seamlessly warped into the sorcerer's sly grin.
“I’m flattered you recognized me,” he purred. “But do tell, how did you figure it out?”
Bi-Han merely snorted. “I am not the fool you take me for, to reveal in what ways you may better mimic her.”
“Me, think you a fool? Never.”
“I will not tolerate your mockery,” Bi-Han growled, his fists starting to freeze over.
“But it did fool you long enough to get your release,” Shang Tsung said, ignoring the small drop in temperature. “It’s quite rude, you know, to take your pleasure without finishing your partner first,” he tsked disapprovingly.
“They have never had cause for complaint,” Bi-Han bit out, shoving the sorcerer away. “Now get out, before I throw you out through the window myself.”
“How can you be so dour even after lovemaking?” Shang Tsung questioned, ignoring the threat entirely. “Shall I venture to guess your beloved Sektor may not be keeping you quite satisfied?” he insinuated, his well manicured hand trailing down the plains of Bi-Han's finely sculpted chest. “Are you sure the two of you make such a smart match?”
“Perhaps it is that her pretender could not satisfy me properly,” Bi-Han said haughtily, earning a momentary glare from Shang Tsung. But the glare was soon replaced with a wicked glint and a sharp grin.
“Then perhaps I would have better success in my true form,” Shang Tsung replied, his hand brazenly closing around the cryomancer's erection. His smooth palm, so unlike Sektor's slightly calloused skin, snaked quickly around his dick. The long nails painted a glossy black, such a contrast to Sektor's short blunt nails, trailed featherlight against his tip.
Bi-Han breathed in sharply, the temperature plummeting further. “Still so cold to my entreaties,” the sorcerer mock pouted. “But I'm sure I can warm you right up.”
His hand went further down, teasing the grandmaster's entrance. Another sharp intake of breath as a finger slipped in, then two and a nail grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside, making Bi-Han spread his legs wider instinctively.
“Yes, a more submissive role suits you much better,” Shang Tsung declared, his digits slowly stretching him open.
“I am not submissive,” Bi-Han protested, in a voice far too thick to mistake.
“Aren’t you?” Shang Tsung questioned and easily held his legs up and open, spitting on his hand and rubbing the saliva into the cryomancer's hole before plunging three fingers inside.
“I think this is what you really need,” Shang Tsung said, tracing his slick hole with his leaking cock. “Too bad your lovely Sektor is not male,” he smirked infuriatingly, thrusting in and delighting in the unexpected moan that slipped through the grandmaster's stern lips.
Bi-Han grabbed the sorcerer's arms, but despite the cold grip, he didn't try to remove or freeze them.
“Maybe she could fashion a machine to do this for her,” he laughed at the cryomancer's weak glare as he bit down on his bottom lip to stop more sounds from leaving his mouth.
“I'll kill you,” Bi-Han muttered, cringing as the feeble sounding threat only amused the sorcerer further.
"Ah, but then who would fuck you like you deserve?” Shang Tsung said crudely. “Even with her brilliance, no cybernetic toy could ever compare to a real flesh and blood cock.”
The vulgarity had Bi-Han's hole clenching. His cheeks and ears reddening in embarrassed arousal. He wanted to hide his face, and the sheer indignity of the fact only inflamed him more.
Shang Tsung smirked, pulling his legs around his waist so he could lean down over the flushed cryomancer. “You feel humiliated, and yet you enjoy that too,” the sorcerer said knowingly. “Playing Grandmaster by day and a lowly, mewling slut by night,” he purred quietly next to Bi-Han's ear.
Bi-Han squeezed down harder, and Shang Tsung kissed him harshly, swallowing the stream of violent threats Bi-Han was about to utter. He pistoned into him relentlessly until the cryomancer cried out, nearly biting down on his tongue as his orgasm shot out of him. His legs tightened around the sorcerer's waist, pulling him in as Shang Tsung spent his seed deep inside of him.
Bi-Han untangled his legs and tried halfheartedly to shove the sorcerer off. Shang Tsung slowly pulled out, smiling wickedly at the way the grandmaster's soaked entranced winked at him.
“I don't think this greedy hole has had enough.”
Bi-Han scowled darkly. “I will have you eviscerated,” he promised viciously. “Sektor will have the honour, and I will be present to make sure she carries out your torture for as long as humanly possible.”
Shang Tsung only smirked in response, enraging the frustrated cryomancer even more. “Your anger is adorable.”
“I could kill you right now and leave your severed limbs in a frozen pile for the maids to clean up.”
Shang Tsung shrugged carelessly at the murderous threat. “You could have done that earlier, if you so wished. But you rather wanted my limbs inside you,” Shang Tsung declared devilishly. He coaxed Bi-Han onto his front and draped over his back, rubbing his quickly stiffening prick between the cryomancer’s cheeks. He slipped back in easily, laughing huskily at the wet sounds his thrusts produced. “I'm going to fill you up again and again, so that the next time you fuck your little bride-to-be, it will be my come you spend inside her.”
“You are a vile deviant,” Bi-Han spat, glaring at him over his shoulder. The smouldering heat in his stare was lustful, despite the wrathful declaration.
Shang Tsung did not deny this, only picking up the pace to pound into the cryomancer harder. The angle was better, allowing for deeper penetration and causing the cryomancer to pant and stifle his pleasured moans into a soft pillow. The sorcerer gripped his silky hair, pulling his head up to hear the delicious noises he tried desperately to muffle.
“Do you wonder if your dear Sektor would enjoy seeing her proud Grandmaster being fucked so disgracefully?” He asked, his other hand slapping the cryomancer's quivering ass.
“Sektor knows her place,” Bi-Han hissed hatefully, moaning as the sorcerer slapped his ass again.
“She might have to question it if she knew what a wanton whore you really are.”
This time Bi-Han did bite down as the sorcerer kissed him. Shang Tsung groaned, blood spilling in Bi-Han's mouth and his warm cum spilling inside his fluttering hole, triggering the cryomancer's own orgasm.
“You’re delectable,” Shang Tsung complimented, kneading the firm globes of the cryomancer's ass, still ensconced deeply inside him.
Bi-Han grunted as Shang Tsung pulled out with a satisfied sigh, laying comfortably beside him on the grandmaster's luxurious bed.
“What diversion have you caused to delay Sektor?” Bi-Han demanded. He turned onto his back, ignoring the tiny ache left by the sudden emptiness.
“I may have taken one of her prototypes for my own uses.”
“She will skin you alive, even against my own wishes.”
“Against your own wishes?” Shang Tsung's eyebrows raised as he eyed the Grandmaster. “Is that an admission of something?”
“It is a warning. One you'd be ill advised to ignore.”
“You do care,” Shang Tsung teased and pulled him close, rubbing their groins together eagerly.
“You mistake caution for care,” Bi-Han stated dispassionately.
“Same thing,” Shang Tsung dismissed. He pulled him into a sensual kiss, silencing any further protests with his clever tongue.