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10/17/08(Fri)14:46 No.2823152>>2823132one of the nine levels of commissar hell
"j..join forces?" the commissar was almost too stunned to respond.
an elegant bejeweled finger reached around and paused over the human's quivering lips.
"that's heres-"
the Commissar's voice was cut short when he realized his pants had been undone, crumpled neatly around his ankles. Faster than the speed of his thoughts, he felt his campaign hardened buttocks part to a xenos
intrusion.
He screamed silently in his mind, the gates to his
fortress had been so easily breached. The purity of his humanity had been intruded upon.
Elegant hands gripped his bare waist tightly, those long beautiful fingers held his pauty frame agrip
tighter than any ogryn, yet as gentle as a summer breeze. The Eldritch Xenos struck with the wicked force of their kind, fast and hard, an
unwavering assault upon his weakest points.
"Heresy?" cooed a too-calm voice from behind
Hisdeepest recess were filled with the foul taint of the alien, salty tears wept in the Emperor's named rolled down the old soldier's weathered cheeks. The assault was rhythmically increasing in tempo, approaching a climatic crescendo of intensity.
Suddenly, as swift as a graceful waterbird over a calm pool of water, the commissar felt the alien presence gone, but only for a moment. A movement too fast for the human eye to follow.
He saw before him the elegant member of the alien. It's perfect form embodying the grace and power of a far ancient people, beyond anything
of human achievement, the commissar felt truly a child before this eldritch horror.
The xenos's lips curled slightly in the corner, an elegant grin as if from a long time friend, yet as distant as a newborn star.
sweet honey dew poured fourth upon the Commissar's hat, dripping down his face and into his agape mouth. |
