Sindel X Reader
Warning! Lemon!
Outworld was in the midst of an uncommon time of peace, made all the more enjoyable thanks to it's newest general to enforce said peace, you.
You rose through the ranks alongside Reptile, and you both reached considerable positions of power, but you managed to make it a step further and become general second only to Shao Kahn himself.
Among your duties to Outworld was to guard empress Sindel's quarters, which was less than ideal at first, as the threatening vixen believed she needed no help.
On one of your later checks on Sindel, you found her quietly sitting on the edge of her bed, seemingly sulking over something unknown.
You hesitated to speak, but you had to ensure Sindel was safe.
You: Empress? Is everything okay?
Sindel looked to you with tear streaks across her porcelain face, which she quickly wiped away.
Sindel: Yes, I will be.
Sindel spoke with an authoritative yet weak voice, her emotions easily seen on her face.
You quickly assessed that Sindel was physically well, and left to avoid her anger.
You: I will not intrude, good night.
Sindel stopped you with a question.
Sindel: Does the emperor ever show you he cares?
You turned back into Sindel's room, unable to answer her question.
Sindel: He is such a monster sometimes. After everything I do for him he would rather lay with concubines then me, his wife.
You struggled to find a response.
You: I...
Sindel: Am I not pretty enough for him? He said I was beauty incarnate when we first met, was he lying?
Sindel's eyes filled with light tears as you felt a sudden response erupt from your mouth.
You: I think you are perfect Empress.
Sindel looked at you and blushed, clearly both flattered and taken aback by what you said.
Sindel: Thank you General...and...you can call me Sindel.
You: Of course...Sindel.
Sindel laid back on her bed with a groan.
Sindel: All this sulking has made me stiff as a board, I won't get any sleep.
You spoke up.
You: I could...give you a massage.
Sindel looked at you confused.
Sindel: A massage? You actually know how to give a massage, General?
You: My mother ran a spa that I used to work at, I've been told I have magic hands.
Sindel giggled, unlike her.
Sindel: Then please, use them.
Sindel laid on her stomach as the loose five she wore fell to her sides, covering her lower half but leaving her top exposed, her breasts covered by the bedsheets.
You undid your armor for comfort, and sat over Sindel, running your hands across her back as she moaned lightly in relief.
Sindel: My...you do have magic hands.
Your hands went to Sindel's sides, and up her arms where you faintly touched the side of her breasts.
Sindel: Careful General, I won't be held responsible for what happens if you keep doing that.
