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"I'm offering you a position in my cabinet, not some backwater post. Do not test my patience, Edmund."
Edmund Duke, former general of the Confederacy of Man, gazed upward at those terrible grey eyes, swirling storm clouds under a heavy brow. Arcturus Mengsk was not a man easily denied, Edmund was finding out. Ever since his rescue and reluctant defection into the ranks of the Dominion, Edmund had been harried almost non-stop by the rebel leader. Soft touches in the hallways, smoldering glances during meal times, and now Mengsk had moved Edmund's quarters next to his own, for "special supervision."
"You cannot do this, Mengsk!" Edmund blustered. He was used to being in control, the man with the power. He had never felt more old or small than when Mengsk had finally cornered him after dinner. He could smell the cheap bourbon on his breath as he leaned in closer, his salt and pepper hair wet from a shower. He wore nothing but a towel, and his muscled body glistened in the dim lights of the Hyperion's captain's quarters. Edmund couldn't help but stare at his magnificent chest hair, a grey jungle that swirled and tumbled across the man's chest and arms. Trying to tear his eyes away, Edmund made the mistake of looking down. An enormous bulge reared from the front of Megnsk's towel, mighty and trembling, eager for its prey. Edmund felt his body stiffen in shock, and certain parts of him were certainly stiffer than others.
A calloused finger snaked its way under his chin and lifted his unresisting head upward to gaze back into smoky eyes. Those eyes were getting larger. Mengsk was leaning in, Edmund realized dully. Edmund felt the scratchy bristles of Mengsk's beard as their lips locked. Mengsk's tongue swooped past Edmund's defenseless lips like a squadron of cloaked Wraiths on a bombing run. Mengsk's body moved in, and Edmund's responded in like. Their erections touched gently through their fabric; Edmund was reminded of a replication of an Old Earth painting, where Adam and God gently touched fingers during the creation of man. It was just like that, but with their penises, he reflected.
The two men stumbled around the room as Mengsk fumbled frantically with Edmund's buttons, removing his battered Confederate officer's jacket and the thin wool pants. He tossed Edmund naked on to his enormous love-bed, a red and pink lace monstrosity shaped into a giant heart (a relic from Old Earth). Edmund sank immediately into its downy depths. Edmund felt as helpless as a Japanese school girl. Mengsk stood before him and triumphantly tore off his towel. Edmund felt faint. Looming before him was the largest and most veiny penis he had ever seen in his life. It was almost as thick as his wrist and precum drooled from its large purple head. It reminded him of the Zerg Hydralisk; large, hungry, and dangerous.
"Arcturus you can't possibly expect me to-"
Stars exploded across Edmund's vision as Mengsk slapped him across the face with his massive battlecruiser.
"That's Commander Mengsk to you, Confederate scum," he growled. His stormy eyes were filled with a dark fury. This storm had been brewing for years, Edmund realized, and now it was about to break. It excited him more than anything had ever in his life. This was real power, not the petty words that the Senate or the Council back on Tarsonis bantered about. This was the raw primal force the Edmund had craved all his life.
"Yes Command Mengsk," he mumbled, rubbing his cheek. That was a mistake because another lightning fast penis-slap sent him reeling back into the bed.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK, WORM?" the Dominion leader roared.
Edmund could feel his cheeks reddening from the blows and he wisely remained silent.
"That's better."
Mengsk clambered onto the bed and straddled Edmund's face, his giant Gauss Rifle positioned directly in front of Edmund's mouth.
"Time for the Yamato Canon," he said, grinning sadistically.
Edmund opened his mouth to protest, and Mengsk shoved it in with fury. He pumped his marine in and out of Edmund's bunker so fast that Edmund wondered if Mengsk had been taking stim packs, or at least he tried to think. Thoughts became difficult with a monster cock sliding down your throat, and huge sweaty balls slapping your chin. Edmund kept conscious, if barely.
Grunting like an enraged Ultralisk, Mengsk grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed him down the full length of his man-rod, leaving Edmund gasping for air. Drooling madly, Edmund tried to pull the dick out of his mouth to breath, but Mengsk's grip was iron. Gurgling obscenely, Edmund began to flail as he felt his eyes begin to roll back. Panic welled in his chest. He was going to die with a Dominion dick jammed down his throat. As his vision began to go black, the Dominion leader threw the ex-general off his love-log with a triumphant cry.
"Your ass is mine, Confederate," he growled, flipping Edmund onto his stomach.
Edmund, still trying to regain his breath, could only limply roll over as Mengsk bit playfully at the nape of his neck. "Here comes the rush," he whispered huskily into Edmund's ear.
Before Edmund could ask what that meant, he felt the head scouting the entrance of his main.
"No!" was all he could get out before the searing blaze of a firebat's flamethrower shot up through his anus.
"Let…me…show…you…my…siege….mode!" Mengsk cried, thrusting with each syllable.
Each impact shuddered through Edmund's body, rippling from his barracks to his command center, BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
"A-ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaah!" Edmund cried, his body flushed with pleasure. Mengsk reached one thick hand around and grasped Edmund's erect Vulture and began jacking it off as he the speed of his thrusting. With one more might thrust, Mengsk launched a nuclear strike into Edmund and Edmund exploded at the same time. The force of the orgasm was so strong that it felt like the ship was shuddering around him. He lay there, face down panting in a glow of after-sex, when he realized it hadn't been his imagination, the ship was shuddering around him. A klaxon began to blare.
"Attack! We're under attack!" Mengsk shouted, popping out of Edmund with a wet splurch. He grabbed a robe and rushed out the door. Edmund knew he should get up and get dressed, he should get ready to defend the ship from whatever force was upon them, but he was not as young as he used to be, and he just felt so tired… Naked and covered in semen, Edmund Duke drifted off to sleep.