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IN VINO VERITAS
The annual assembly was finally over. Like every year, a date close to Christmas had been chosen to gather the leaders of all teams around one table. Every year they debated about the past months, missed and achieved goals, the efficiency and therefore, the revenue and reputation of TF Industries. Upon satisfaction of all instructions coming from the supreme authorities, raises in salary were usually granted, as well as the approval of applications for new and better equipment.
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Part 3 – final -
Although they were all familiar with the layout of the base they only proceeded slowly. Glass crunched under their feet. As much as Tyler tried, he couldn’t always suppress a curse or pained groan when another little, sharp shard cut through his skin and dug into the flesh of his sole. Similar reactions from Jo told him that his team-mate struggled like he did.
However, he grit his teeth and ignored the pain and how slippery his steps on the smooth surface of the wooden floor began to feel. The last thing in the world he wanted was to slow the rest of the little group down because he had been careless earlier.
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“FUCK!” Tyler cursed.
“Great work, Sonny, really. If I ever need help replacing a light bulb, please remind me not to ask you!” The only visible light source was a gleaming, orange dot, coming from the burning end of the female Sniper’s cigarette. By far not enough to illuminate the room, but at least it helped them keep their orientation in the darkness.
“B… boss… what now?”
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A few month ago Ligeia ask me about my greatest fears ….well and based on that, this is what I got for my Birthday. :’D Thank you so much again honey it’s fantastic! ♥
Living in the basement of a building that, on the outside, didn’t look much different from any office block in any industrial park was surprisingly agreeable. The age of the building itself might have exceeded the double-digit range. The everyday facilities, however, had been replaced only a few years ago. The wiring of the electricity was as new as the bathroom installments, the kitchen or even the carpets and wallpapers in their private domains. Maybe not always cutting edge, but it was modern enough to grant a comfortable life. As long as no intermezzos like unsupervised explosions, insane killers on the loose or a robot invasion threatened the inhabitants of the headquarters of Team King. In the end, the quality of the environment was easy to sum up – not as prim or bleak as a standard military keep or business division, but also not of the luxury of a hotel or normal residential complex.
It was a busy, sometimes chaotic and even dangerous place. It was, however, nothing to complain about for those who had once chosen a career that had not much to do with business offices or white-painted fences in front of neat, little houses.
Tentaspy x Sailor Scout
What’s rightfully mine
Description: R-18, intercourse between two man with age difference. Please don’t read if you don’t like it.
Cover Art (c) BlastedKing
Fan fiction (c) Kirschenwasser
Wild, hasty panting of a young man filled the air around the dark, hidden, hardly noticeable part of the sewers. Protected by the shadows and the unbearable smell of feces no being would come by and disturbe the busy couple. Scout hasn’t seen this coming. No, he hasn’t. If he had, the sailor would never have walked alongside the squid. Oh, the man can’t deny to like what the mutant does to him. But if he have had a choice, this wouldn’t be it.
Scout would have used his arms to push the older man aside. He would have screamed for help. He would – if the squid hasn’t put his tentacles around those body parts.
“Hnnn––“, the sailor moaned as another tentacle slid down his thin shape.
“You like it when I’m doing zhis, do you not?”, the mutant smirked whispering. Unable to respond with that sticky “limb” around his mouth Scout just closed his eyes and turned his head away. Leaning forward a tad he slowly licked the sailors heated up skin around the ear and gained another satisfied gasp.
“Yez, you do, my preciouz.”
Using his gloved hands, the Spy slid under the mans shirt and delved the sweet, soft flesh of the heavily bouncing chest. The boy bend backwards when curious yet trained fingers touched the sensitive surface around the mamilla. Damn, that felt good.
Watching his love interest getting horny like this, the Spy didn’t want to wait any longer and spread the boys legs to place himself between them. The sailor dared to blink and discovered his skirt got upturned, the panties ripped apart and his erection rested - fully visible and throbbing - on the crotch and belly area. The Spy licked his lips eagerly. He wanted to have him.
He needed to have him.
“I zaw you with that pink baztard.”, he mocked fairly serious as he took the pulsating member in his hands. Scout moaned. “Zeems like you two ‘ad a nice flirt earlier zhis day, no?” One may have noticed by now that concerning the sailor, his most precious interest, the squid can get extremely jealous.
Scout couldn’t help but welcome the foreign touch with all his senses. He was glad the Spy kept his mouth shut or else he would have begged for more. This felt so good.
“But …”, the Spy continued as he watched the first drops of pre-cum flowing down Scouts tip.
“… ‘e will never be a serious contestant to me.”
He released Scouts face from that bothersome tentacle. By the time Scouts lips parted another loud, lusty groan escaped them. A moment later the Spy placed his own onto them and entered the boy in a soft, slow motion. Breathing, panting and screaming came out of the sailors body and got mixed into the kiss. The Spy felt confirmed, seeing the boy doesn’t disagree with what he said or make a fuss.
When Spy put in half of his length he pulled it out and entered him again. Then again, again and again. He did so until the sailor would be ready enough to swallow him completely. Scout shed some tears. But aside from the pain he cried out in lust. Bending his shaking body in needy ways he begged for more. He wanted more. … Smirking the squid granted the longing wish to his lover without hesitation and trusted harder into Scout. After a short while, as the sailor screamed the mutants name as he came, the Spy released likewise. Hearing it in such a sweet pitch was too much to take for the loving man.
To give his interest some time to recover he stayed shut for several minutes and watched the Scout panting wildly, still moaning from the lustful after taste. He loves that man. No, he’s lost in him. Way too lost.
Leaning down to the exhausted sailor the two of them shared another passionate kiss. The Spy stroked the man sweat soaked hair as he spoke:
“You … will alwayz be mine and juzt mine … don’t you forget that, my Scout.”