He wiggled it, grinning dirty.
Sofi (shocked):
“Ooh—stop! I just—oh damn!”
He scooped her up—one hand under, the other still teasing—and slammed her ass against the window.
Marcus (seductive):
“Red as this sunset—kiss me, sexy.”
She blushed hardcore, but their lips crashed, wet and wild. He slid his cock back in, pinning her to the squeaky glass.
Sofi (struggling):
“Can’t—reach the floor!”
Marcus (dominant):
“Don’t need to.”
He pounded deep, and she bit his shoulder.
“Flip me—wanna see that sunset!”
He spun her, smashing her chest-first into the glass, boobs squashing flat as he rammed in from behind, fingers hitting her clit hard.
Sofi (awed):
“Oh—freaking—majestic!”
Her body bounced, sweat streaking the glass in hot, sloppy smears.
Marcus (realizing):
“Now I get your ‘everything and more’ bit!”
He sped up, and she shoved her ass back, matching him.
Sofi (desperate):
“Faster—wreck me!”
He flipped her sideways, one leg over his arm, slamming her into the glass—sweat painting wild streaks.
Marcus (close):
“Damn, Sof—gonna cum again!”
He twisted her back, lifting her high, legs dangling as he drilled her against the window, sweat pouring off in steamy trails.
Sofi (pleading):
“Do it—NOW!”
The glass shook—bulletproof or bust—as he slammed harder.
Marcus (climaxing):
“AGHH!”
He yanked out, blasting all over her back and the glass, cum mixing with her sweat stains.
Sofi (demanding):
“Turn me—wanna see it!”
He spun her one last time, pressing her full-on against the window—sideways, chest-first, ass-out—her body sliding down slow, leaving a dripping, sweaty mural of every angle they’d smashed.
Sofi (buzzing):
“More please, please, please—I’m still buzzing!”
Marcus grinned, flipping her upside-down, her legs hooked on his shoulders, face near his cock as he pinned her head-first against the glass. He shoved in deep straight down her throat, her sweat smearing a new, upside-down streak across the window.
Sofi (muffled):
“Oh—crap—YES! Eat me too!”
He leaned in, tonguing her clit while thrusting, her muffled moans vibrating against his cock.
Marcus (overwhelmed):
“Freaking hell—gonna blow again!”
Sofi (climaxing):
“Same—DO IT!”
Her hands clawed the glass, nails scraping as she screamed, “AHHHH—I’m cumming!”
Marcus (releasing):
“AGHH—Sof!”
He pulled out, shooting across her chest and the glass, her upside-down sweat-stain glowing as they shuddered through it.
Sofi (exhausted):
“Hold on…. Wait wait wait…”
He flipped her back upright, hoisting her high, legs spread wide as he slammed her ass-first into the glass again, going full throttle. Her sweat streaked downward now, a fresh, splayed-out smear joining the chaos.
Sofi (stunned):
“Oh—God—Again??? I’m done for!”
Marcus (determined):
“Yes, one last one—here it comes!”
He rammed her so hard the glass groaned, her boobs bouncing, sweat flying everywhere.
Sofi (screaming):
“AHHHH—cumming again!”
Marcus (finishing):
“AGHH—me too!”
He pulled out, unloading all over her thighs and the glass, her final sweat-stain locking into the mural—a sweaty, dripping mess of every position they’d burned through—sideways, upside-down, spread wide.
They collapsed against it, panting, cum and sweat pooling under them. The sun’s last red blast hit the window, lighting up Sofi’s multiple sweat-streaked silhouette—arms flung out, legs splayed, curves etched in a wild, steamy collage canvas of their chaos.
Marcus (awed):
“Holy crap—look at that mess. You’re a filthy freaking goddess.”
Sofi (teasing):
“You’re a damn beast—ow, I’m wrecked tomorrow.”
She rubbed herself, grinning.
“Snap that window—our secret album needs this bad!”
Marcus hauled her to the bed, both gasping, taking Sofi’s phone to take a few pictures.
Marcus (laughing):
“That secret album no one—not even the prez—gets a peek at! Hahaha!”
Sofi (playful):
“Just us, freak!”
She poked his nose, crashing fast.
“I’m toast.”
Marcus (exhausted):
“Same.”
After a breather, they threw clothes on.
Marcus (cheeky):
“Off to Don—later, Madam Speaker!”
He flicked her nipple and bolted.
Sofi (annoyed):
“Ow! Zip it— Remember! VP and Speaker banging must be classified!”
Marcus (winking):
“No kidding.”
He winked, slamming the door.
The Embark Pt. 2
Marcus (striding):
“Good morning.”
He moved through the White House halls with purpose, nodding to Secret Service agents as he passed.
Agent (nodding):
“Good morning, Mr. Vice President.”
Marcus returned the gesture and stepped into the Oval Office.
Behind the Resolute Desk, President Don John Treagan spun a purple ring between his fingers, his face unreadable—deep in thought.
As the door shut, Don pressed a button beneath the desk.
A soft click echoed.
Outside, agents and personnel cleared out instantly.
The doors locked.
Marcus smirked.
He already knew.
He approached the desk and extended his fist.
Don cracked a grin and met the gesture.
Fist bump.
Don Treagan (erupting with laughter):
“Wahahaha! The day has finally come, Marcus! The day we finally unite the world under our banner! One hell of a fucking day this is! We finally fucking did it!”
He leaned back in his chair, spinning with excitement.
Marcus (grinning, slamming his hands on the desk):
“Hell yes!”
His eyes burned with energy.
Marcus:
“I can't believe it, Don. Years of military politics and sowing our vision—we are actually going to bring about world peace. They said it was an impossible promise, but we fucking did it.”
Don Treagan (grinning, leaning forward):
“It isn't just about peace, Marcus.
We are reshaping our entire planet into a vehicle that can travel through space! We are the literal founders of the Space Age!”
His eyes gleamed with childlike wonder.
Don Treagan:
“I dreamt of this since I was freaking nine years old, making only a million dollars!”
Marcus (chuckling, shaking his head):
“When I started working on your political campaign after my Navy SEAL service, I knew you were bound for greatness. Especially after you actually managed to bring on the famous Celon Dusk.”
He leaned in.
Marcus:
“Our dream from then on was a reality.”
His voice lowered, sharper now.
Marcus:
“And oh shit—the best news of all. I can't believe it’s actually true! With your announcement later today, everything is going to change.”
Don Treagan (tone shifting slightly):
“I know! I couldn’t believe it either!”
He paused, breathing slowly.
Don Treagan:
“But okay, okay… let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I still have the commemoration of The Planetarium today, and you need to finalize those last two countries.”
Marcus (smirking):
“Alright. The Speaker and I made plans for it yesterday. It was... quite tiring.”
Don Treagan (grinning knowingly):
“Ohoho. That’s good to hear—you always have my full trust, after all.”
Then, his expression shifted—enough to make Marcus pause.
Don Treagan:
“Nevertheless, I am going to prepare for my speech. But before you go—”
His eyes flicked to Marcus’s hand.
Don Treagan:
“Your promise ring. Do you still have it?”
Marcus blinked, instinctively touching the purple ring.
His smirk faltered.
Marcus:
“Oh? Yeah, man, Don. I always keep it close to me ever since we made that promise to unite the world together as partners. Don't worry about it. I will never forget our promise.”
Don Treagan (exhaling slowly):
“Good.”
His grin returned, but the weight lingered in his voice.
Don Treagan:
“You know that's why I love you, man—platonically, of course. You have never let me down, and I intend to do the same.”
Marcus (nodding, smirk back in place):
“Yes, boss! See ya soon.”
He exited, the door clicking shut behind him.
Don sat in silence, fingers spinning the ring again.
Don Treagan (muttering):
“At least I know you’ll be safe, Marcus… I really hope it doesn't go bad later.”
The Speech
The UN Hall was packed, every seat filled with representatives from every nation.
Journalists lined the walls, cameras broadcasting the event live across the world.
As the American delegation entered, the room erupted into applause.
Sofi (walking ahead, taking the podium):
“Our wonderful friends from around the world, may we present the President of the United States of America and our Grand Chancellor of the Terra Space Force—Don John Treagan!”
The hall thundered with applause.
All delegates rose to their feet, clapping as Don made his way to the center podium.
Scenes of cheering citizens flashed across screens from different countries.
Don smiled, placing his hands on the podium.
Then his voice boomed through the speakers.
Don Treagan:
“My fellow citizens of our beautiful planet. This is a historic day.
A day that will be marked as the Day of Global Unification, all because we are united toward one goal—to reach the stars and beyond together as one human race!”
The crowd erupted again.
Don Treagan:
“With your trust, we have built a world without wars, a world without borders, a world united by one vision.
And as you all know about our plans for The Planetarium, we have one more announcement that will change everything.”
A hush fell over the hall.
The tension in the air was palpable.
Don Treagan:
“Today, I am revealing this to the world.
I can confirm that we have finally found extraterrestrial life in our galaxies and beyond.”
The room gasped.
A ripple of shock coursed through the hall, spreading like wildfire.
Delegates turned to each other, whispering, stunned.
“Is this real?”
“Aliens exist?”
“We are not the only life forms?”
The room erupted into chaos.
And Marcus, standing beside Sofi, grinned widely.
Marcus (thinking):
“And they call me a hidden man-child? Who wouldn’t be freaking excited hearing this??? Aliens are fucking real!”
He chuckled, watching the media frenzy unfold.
The Assassin in the Shadows
High above the chaos of the UN hall, in an unguarded section of the rafters, a green flame ignited on the floor.
The fire twisted and swirled, unnatural and silent, before two dark, slender hands reached through, pressing against the ground.
A figure emerged, slowly rising from the green inferno.
She stepped forward, her body covered in flickering emerald flames, though they never consumed her skin-tight suit.
The material seemed to shimmer and shift, adapting to the light around her—a living shadow, concealed in plain sight.
Her fingers twitched, and the flames surrounding her shifted.
A sniper rifle materialized, forming piece by piece from the fire—sleek, deadly, and eerily silent.
Two bullets hovered beside her, pulsing faintly with the same ethereal green glow.
She caught one between her fingers, rolling it lazily before sliding it into the chamber.
??? (softly, amused):
“Hmmm… looks like this is all I can conjure up in this place. Two should be enough.”
Her voice was soft, almost amused, but there was a sharpness beneath it—a cold, calculated confidence.
She moved swiftly, making her way across the beams, finding the perfect vantage point above the podium.
Below, the hall was chaos—delegates arguing, journalists scrambling for information, security struggling to maintain order.
And in the center of it all, Don John Treagan stood tall, basking in the global attention.
A perfect target.
The assassin laid down into position, adjusting the rifle against her shoulder.
She peered through the scope, lining up her shot.
Her green flames dimmed, simmering low so they wouldn’t give away her position.
The crosshairs locked onto the President’s head.
She took a slow breath.
One shot.
That was all it would take.
Her finger hovered over the trigger.
Down below, Marcus scanned the room.
The energy was shifting, the tension morphing into something else.
A familiar feeling crawled up his spine—something was wrong.
His instincts, honed from years in the field, screamed at him.
The hall was too chaotic. Too loud.
And chaos was always the perfect cover for disaster.
Marcus’s eyes flicked across the room, watching, analyzing.
A sudden glint of green light caught the corner of his vision.
It disappeared just as quickly.
His muscles tensed.
He turned his head upward, focusing on the high beams of the hall.
There.
A figure. A gun barrel.
A sniper.
Marcus’s heart slammed in his chest.
No hesitation. No second-guessing.
He knew exactly what was about to happen.
And he only had seconds to stop it.
His body moved before his mind could think.
He lunged forward, sprinting toward the President.
His voice roared over the chaos.
Marcus:
"DON! GET DOWN—RIGH—"!
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