NOTE: The following takes place after the events of MK1 (2023). This contains MAJOR spoilers for the story, and Reptile's character ending. Reader's discretion is advised.
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Since the battle of Armageddon, peace has been restored to Outworld. For what could've been a catastrophic end to their timeline, the natives of this land consider the smallest things like breathing air enough reason to celebrate life. But there was still work to be done to ensure a brighter future for them all, and I was able to assist in that.
Being an ally to Outworld is something I never expected, for I am not from here. Earth is my home, and although it bears a similar name to Earthrealm, it is a vastly different universe, separated from the famous Earthrealmers who helped Outworld survive. My world is as mundane as a river of water; just a few rocks overlapping it to cause slight disturbance compared to the mammoth scale theirs has dealt with in recent months.
How did I arrive here then? A native kombatant, Syzoth, had summoned me. He had also played a role in defeating the evil that emerged during Armageddon. With the help of Lui Kang's teachings, he acquired the ability to retrieve people from different timelines into his own. He was in need of a Historian to write documents for him about the history of the Zaterrans, and the shameful secrets that were hidden for years. Zaterrans born like Syzoth were slaughtered for their shapeshifting abilities, and he was driven to expose those who caused such acts, but it was impossible to do so alone. Getting help from anyone in his timeline felt too risky for the newly appointed emissary, so he devised a plan to seek out other sources- yet he only found me.
"Quiet down, you are in no danger."
Syzoth spoke with stern composure the night we met, but it wasn't an easy task to quell my fear. I appeared in front of him in only pants and socks, meaning there was no shirt to hide my chest. It was humiliating; one second I was drifting off to bed, and the next I was half-exposed inside the study of a being I had only witnessed through colored pixels.
"I know this is unfamiliar, but there is nothing to worry about. I will not hurt you," he extended an arm to me, who was crouched down on the floor shivering. I regained my composure once I was sure he spoke with sincerity, and I took his hand so I could stand on my feet. I was relieved that he chose to welcome me in his human form.
Seeing the kombatant in person felt unreal. No amount of resolution could expose the distinct intricacies of Syzoth's bright hazel eyes, his structured cheekbones and jawline, and the complex design of his facial tattoo. It brought out a ruggedness to his otherwise soft and fair-skinned features. Tattoos also decorated his arms, and his muscles complimented his frame very nicely...
"May I bring you anything to drink? You appear to be light-headed."
Snapping out of my trance, I said, "No, just some clothes. For...you know."
Syzoth didn't question further and gathered some fabric to cover my chest. He would later on ask for my name, and with great enthusiasm, Syzoth expressed his joy in finding such a talented Historian like myself.
He was under the impression that he retrieved one of the most intelligent Historians of Earthrealm to assist him in writing the exposé of his colony's dark past, but I had to explain that I was only an average woman, with the greatest writings I've ever published being romantic novels- a light omission from what I really wrote: Erotica.
What a shameful hobby too, because my most recent stories had involved him and I together. I didn't mention that part though, if I did he'd surely turn red, or even kill me. There were many things he could do with that mouth, but devouring me whole was not something I longed for.
Sweat beaded on my forehead reminiscing on my stories, the ones where Syzoth took initiative to claim me as his mate till we couldn't possibly move another inch. It sounded so easy on paper; I would stand there and he'd find me so irresistible that he'd tear my clothes off my body and breed my tight holes.
It was fun to imagine being defiled inside the confines of your own home, but when faced with the object of your desire, the disgrace I carried within me weighed heavy in the pit of my stomach. I nearly apologized for thinking that our coupling could exist in any timeline.
Despite our initial misunderstanding, Syzoth was charmed enough by me to still find some use for my limited skills. He invited me to remain with him till my task was complete. Said task would be the same, document the history of his kind in an updated format that exposed the truth of their misdeeds against their own species.
Within a couple weeks, it was completed. We bonded with one another during that time, gaining new knowledge of our worlds and of each other. All was very platonic, and that made the shame in my heart grow with each passing day.
The closer we became, the wetter my pussy would soak before bedtime. Syzoth would catch me in a daze sometimes when I'd fall into daydreaming about us intertwined in each other's arms. He'd pretend not to notice, and offer tea and insects as snacks to stay awake. The tea was delicious, but I couldn't believe he'd expect me to eat insects every night. It was just that one time...
Nevertheless, he was just as polite as a modern-day gentleman, which is hard to come by in my world. His major focus centered on his brethren and his efforts to cement a better future for them. It was through his actions that I understood why Empress Mileena entrusted him to become her emissary.
It was settled since our first meeting that I would leave the night after my assignment was finished, but before I was to leave Outworld forever, there was still something that I couldn't erase from my mind. Another mission I had yet to begin. One that had sprouted the seed for all my embarrassment.
I would've let it fade away into some silly delusion, but there were times where I could've sworn the infatuation I held for Syzoth went the other way as well with his trusting eyes and carefree smile. I didn't plan for anything long-term, but I didn't want to leave without taking a chance.
"You must be intoxicated. I knew you drank too much tonight," Syzoth shifted his eyes away, his lips tucked away for a nervous lick. My eyes narrowed on the shapeshifter as we sat together on a log near the crackling fire.
"I'm serious. I want you."
Throughout my time in Outworld, he grew to trust me around the Zaterrans and they learned to be comfortable around my presence, and for my final night they threw a festival in my honor. The festival was filled with laughter, dancing, and barrels of liquor to loosen inhibitions. But, these feelings I've withheld have remained with me long before having a sip of Outworld's finest spirits.
While the other Zaterrans dispersed to bed, we remained outdoors to do some extra cleaning around the firepit, and when we were done, that's when I confessed.
"Was I a fool to never notice before?"
"A little bit"
That comment released a huff of laughter from Syzoth, but his tension persisted.
"There is nothing more that I'd want than for you to leave here with fond memories, but being with me is simply impossible."
"Impossible?" I said, "I am know who you are, and I am not afraid. I've never been."
"That doesn't make having me any less dangerous," he countered, "You are also privy to my past. The family I once had...and lost due to my own incompetence."
"Syzoth..." I rested a hand on his thigh. It tightened firmly from my touch, "Your family would not blame you for what you've done. We try our best in life, yet it still cannot be enough to save our loved ones. I know that very well."
