Coleman Stryker found himself surrounded by a mob of angry Zealots. Cut off from his troops, he had no backup and no hope, his only companion a small goblin who cowered behind him in fear, completely useless.
“What are we gonna do masta? Wesa gonna die!!!” it screamed in a shrill voice.
“Reinholdt shut the fuck up and let me do the thinking. I’m not Lord Commander for nothing. Get that ammo ready.” said Stryker in the manliest voice you’d ever hear. The Goblin opened his dirty jacket and fumbled with a box of Magnum ammo.
A lead Zealot walked out from the crowd and pointed a dirty finger at Stryker.
“It’s die time. Our jihad is on your face. Prepare for ultimate death experience!” barked the leader. All the Zealots yelled in unison at hearing this, pulling the pins out of their firebombs.
“OH MY GAWD I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!” screamed Reinholdt, pissing all over Stryker’s legs and dropping the box of ammo all over the ground.
Stryker cursed himself. He pulled out a photograph of the only thing he ever really loved in this world. It was a picture of him and Victoria Haley at the beach, laughing and splashing each other with water.
Haley…
No! I will not die here today! I will see her again! Love filled Stryker with power from beyond Caen’s borders.
Stryker’s magnum flew into his hand and discharged it into the head of the leading Zealot. Immediately the others went ninja crazy, flying all over the place, foaming at the mouth. Stryker groaned, knowing they would be impossible to hit in this state.
A handful began to hurl firebombs at Stryker. Stryker immediately summoned a deflection field around himself, protecting himself and the goblin against the explosions. He concentrated hard and created an Arcane Vortex which flew through the ranks of Zealots, sending them flying around like bowling pins. Then, possessed with the power of Love, Stryker charged into their ranks, brandishing Quicksilver. Death was cheap today, there was a sale and Lord Commander Stryker was the salesman.
Stryker hacked away and hacked away but they kept coming! Behind him a swarm of Exemplar Knights ran into view, wielding their weapons like masters. A group of Deliverers began firing their rockets inaccurately at Stryker. Stryker couldn’t fight them off, this was it. Love was not strong enough. He picked up Reinholdt and held him close and they both screamed as the rockets landed and firebombs exploded all around them and the enemy troops closed in for the kill…
“YYYYARRRGHHHHHHHHH!!” Stryker yelled, waking up in a pile of sweat. He was alone in his bed, with sweat dripping down through his muscular crevasses like little rivers. He reached over picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels off his nightstand and took a few drinks and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Lord Commander Coleman Stryker” said a familiar voice.
Stryker dropped the bottle of booze on the floor and grabbed his Magnum.
“Who the fuck is there?! I’ll blow your brains out with a boosted shot from this thing.” yelled Stryker hysterically.
Out of the darkness emerged the figure of Captain Victoria Haley. Stryker slowly lowered the pistol and took in the view. Haley wasn’t in her Warcaster armour, but in a sleazy nightgown only a whore would wear.
“Don’t blow your load just yet Stryker. We’ve got all night.” said Haley softly.
Haley walked slowly over to Stryker’s bed and crawled on top of him. Their lips met somewhere in the middle, their passion igniting like a Flame Guard cleanser getting shot in the back.
She felt his warmth as he moved in closer to her, his arms encircling her waist and his lips moving in to massage her neck with kisses. She leaned back and let him take full control, his hands moving all over her body, feeling every curve, denying themselves nothing.
His hands slowly found their way up to the buttons on her blouse. He began to slowly unbutton them and he felt their hidden cargo begin to come loose. As he pulled her blouse over her head his breath began to hasten as passion began to take over his senses.
Haley moved her soft arms up to her head and pulled back her hair, revealing a gigantic set of beautiful, natural 38DD breasts.
Stryker reeled back in shock! He had no idea they were so large and so beautiful. He felt unworthy to even look at them, much less touch them. Haley, seeing his trepidation, leaned forward and picked up his hands and touched them to her breasts. Eventually Stryker regained control of his senses and massaged every fold, every piece of skin on them. He brought one of the massive mammaries to his mouth and began sucking away at the nipple. He felt a stream of liquid jettison into his mouth.
Milk? Stryker looked up at Haley with a question on his lips. She touched his lips with her fingers, to silence him.
She ran her fingers down his massive chest muscles and abdominals. She knew that he too, had a well kept secret in his pants. She moved backwards and lay back on the bed, beckoning Stryker to join her. Stryker crawled forward till he was over her. He reached forward and grabbed onto her britches and pulled them down slowly, revealing treasures beyond his imagination.
At this point, it was time to drop the bomb. Stryker reached down to his boxers and pulled them down, revealing a gigantic, uncircumcised penis, unraveling down to 9 inches, sporting a healthy amount of red hair. Haley moaned in anticipation, knowing what pleasures would soon assail her senses.
To be continued…
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