VESTER'S IMPASSIONED INTERVENTION: THE DASTARDLY DECADENCE OF THE DECADAD
By Quillon42
Though the two were languishing lustfully in the kitchen of the seafaring crate, each was still thirsty to an incredible extent.
It was especially rather the curious matter for the shrewd steward of various agencies by the name of Raymond Vester. Considering that he had just imbibed quite the quantity of ooze from his fellow, very fetching operative, indeed that fright-fraught femme named Foley, the maroon-maned man shouldn't have been itching for something to drink.
As the case had been, the titian-toolbox-soldier-spy Raymond was, only about say an hour prior to this scene, wending his way towards the ghastly galley with his shoulders all dastardly hunched up on the prowl as usual as he went. Thence he confronted at last the lady for whom he had been searching in vain for too long, as the voluptuous peanut-butter-plaited body of Rachael Foley waited for him, waited within the vents for Vester, that vicious Chucky-countenanced compatriot from whom she had been traumatically separated earlier on in their maritime mission.
"HMMMM…Hmmmmm," hummed the honey-haired hussy like the tritest "creepy little girl" in any straight-to-video fear flick.
Then without waiting any longer indeed, the lady laced with pestilent parasites billowed out and blared her also-cinematically-cliché laugh at the beryl-noggined bastard.
"LAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!"
What the virally-rife Rachael was not aware of here, as she did not ken either while she was fully human and scrabbling away from enemies aboard the Zenobia with her like the most untrained civilian ever (instead of the FBC fierce bitchy commando she should have been during those moments), was the pelagic plunge that was in truth the depth of emotions that her terra-cotta-follicled teammate had for her. Asking after her constantly like some smitten scarlet-scalped schoolboy was Raymond, as he pressed Parker and jostled Jill on more than one occasion for answers regarding the whereabouts of the woman. Before long he lost his shit and split off from those assiduous adventurers, and the crimson cadet flipped back on his Veltro gas mask to find, on his own, the mead maiden that was the one whom he brought to this oceanic dance.
And now the same subject of Raymond's randily-repeated "Tell me have you seen her" love song was standing, if somewhat sludge-staggered, right in front of him.
Knowing that there was no time to spare now, the wishniak-whiskered warrior ran to she who was supposed to be his sworn slime enemy given her condition…and whisked her off her feet with such a kiss despite his knowledge of where she was physiologically this instant.
Yea, as if to single-maw-edly right the scales of so many dames who went down on dudes throughout the decades, Raymond in a sense completely vocally serviced Rachael, he taking her yikes-y yap's league-long proboscis in his mouth, he orally exorcising her of all of the morbid marine muck that had flowed through her the past day or so.
Minutes later from that moment, after all that oozage had evaporated thanks to the valorous Vester's intervention most impassioned, Rachael felt like she would need to utilize the miniature canister upon her back to extinguish the fire that was the simmering hawtness hovering between them.
Verily, the two were denuded of their government duds by now, and they were following a most prurient of protocols with one Ray submerging himself deep into the anal drain of the other. For certain there was no rear more admirable than that of this erogenous enlister; the federal fanny of Jill Valentine might have been a chasm, and the glucose gluteus of Jessica Sherawat a trench, but the ass of this amorous adjutant was honestly an abyss without end.
While the ginger gunner was utterly inserted within the vaunted haunches:
"I know all we need for this is five seconds."
Ever so snarky was the nectar-tressed siren as she joshed with the jasper-headed gentlemen behind her. The lady was paraphrasing the "five minutes" statement he would always crow at the beginning of raids, although right now he was planning on an eon inside of her evocative dorsal onion.
So many beats later so bootylicious (NB: Microsoft Word does not red-squiggle "bootylicious"; the things you learn every day), and now Raymond's tongue was raking so ravenously against the insides of the terrine thighs of this paté-pated princess, he engaging in such far-flung foreplay with his erotic aquatic mistress, the man embarking in a navel operation regarding the ravishing rillettes of his lover's soft belly, he then resting his wearied wine-rug-ged head and then lips against the fantabulous foie gras of the woman's burgeoned breasts. All the while the once-kvetching Vester had still been massaging with vibrating hands the considerable caboose of this babe with Skippy-hued strands for hair, he passionately palming the pleasurable bottom of her peanut butt.
"Wherrre arrrrreee youuuuu, Rayyymonnnddd," teased once again the amative eradicator of evil residences when he worked at last through the hollow of her hungering harbor.
Responding with his Python so punchy seconds later here, the stiffened sergeant made his alluring lieutenant utter thereafter:
"Fouuuuunnnddddd…yooooouuuuuuuuuu."
And then so many decadent breaths later the trooper meleed her medallion like no other.
[SMKKK SMKKK SMKKK SMKKK SMKKK SMKKK]
These were the sounds of the smooches against the lady's flesh after this project so provocative had reached its concupiscent conclusion. They were also the noise Raymond's magnum made as it so quickly reloaded, given his talent for restocking his heaving Hawk more readily than the next man.
Of course, the raunch-redoubtable Rachael was also skilled in filling spaces into which so many shells could fit. As each of them settled into the satisfying languor of having had one another so entirely, the waif of warfare brushed aside the comely cretons of her bangs to reveal restored eyes that were devilishly red in the irises.
"You helped me to see again, in more ways than one here, Ray," effervesced the ebullient officer Foley. She reached over and held him close to her unclothed form. "For that, I really have to thank you again and again and again."
At this the magenta major blushed a brick color. "It was nothing."
"Oh, it was a lot of things, to tell the truth. Ten really, to be exact!"
Vester's clammy salmon eyebrows raised at this. "You have something you want to say to me?!" he prompted, as he would when this author would inevitably get nothing higher than a C Rank on so many stages on Raymond Raid Mode.
Now it was Rachael's turn to bloom rather ruddy, and to cite her own patented phrase (although this time on an S Rank).
"I did it!" she so cried in abject glee. "I can feel them all within…enough to count fully on two hands. You know, on the way over to the 'Nobia, you were telling me about dangerous octopi in the waters of the Mediterranean…well, now the OctoMOM is gonna have to look out, because you, Ray-Ray, are about to become a DECADAD!"
It was enough for the man to switch ships and book a cabin on the Dido.