The Embark Pt. 1

Reporter (professional):

“We now turn to the highlights of the speech from the Vice President of the United States of America at the UN Global Summit. Marcus Seneca, titled the Golden Boy, is the youngest Vice President in American history at age 39, adored by many in his country for his excellence during his time with the Navy SEALs. Today, he makes his first formal address to the UN on the Global Plan for the Unification of all countries.”

Vice President Marcus Seneca (calm):

“Good evening, my fellow friends all over the world. I would like to start off by thanking you for trusting both my dear friend and leader, President Don John Treagan, and I with this responsibility to bear. A heavy burden—as though we are Atlas carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders.”

But we hope that in these six years, we have shown you our ability and sincerity through our leadership of this intergalactic vision that we are all gathered here today to witness.

Today marks the beginning of the unification of all countries, as we embark on this universal journey into our first-ever intergalactic cosmic voyage.

We have completed the transformation of our physical Earth into a global spaceship that can travel through the stars! The Planetarium is finally ready!”

As you have chosen us to lead through our years and achievements from the development of Terra Space Force, the President and I will bring us all into planetary wanderlust among the stars and beyond. This, I promise you.”

A rounding applause fills the hall as all the nation's representatives rise to their feet in support of the Vice President as he closes his speech.

Reporter (excited):

“There you have it, folks! A world being united by our collective desire to travel into the stars! Led by our wonderful duo, President Treagan and Vice President Seneca.”

Taking a look at how all of this came about, it was the combined vision of President Treagan and VP Seneca to unite countries together in order to embark on this journey. Nicknamed the Golden Boy among his fans, especially the female ones, due to a rating that became a viral meme where he scored a near-perfect 99.5 percent in accordance to the Golden Ratio of Beauty Phi, his golden blond hair, and his incredible story of his rise to political office…”

Politics Never Ends

Marcus entered the presidential suite, thanking the Secret Service before closing the door behind him.

‘Clack… Beep.’

“Room secured.”

Across the room, Sofi sat at the meeting table, watching the speech replay on the screen.

Sofi (teasing):

“A beautiful speech, but wow, what a puffed-out history of you, huh, Marcus? The youngest Vice President at age 39? Pfft, I’m younger than you, and I became House Speaker!”

She laughed, shaking her head.

Marcus (formal):

“Good morning, Madam Speaker. Thank you for meeting me this afternoon for the briefing on the current unification events.”

Sofi (playful):

“Pfft, no one is around. You can cut the formal act.”

Marcus (grinning):

“Heh! Fineee, but I’ve gotten way better at it though! Look at how stoic and serious I look for the press!”

His face widened into a joyful smile, breaking the composed image he had on stage.

Sofi (mocking):

“Haha! If only they knew how much of a man-child you are behind the scenes! Half of your term in office has been spent watching cartoons and anime instead of political briefs. 

Leaving me to catch you up to speed on everything!”

She smirked, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Marcus:

“Aw, c’mon, Sof! Don’t be like that. Today’s an important day for all of us! Especially Don! It’s so freaking cool that we’re actually uniting the world to travel into space together! The Planetarium is ridiculously awesome!”

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Sofi:

“Hehe, look at you, all cute like a child with a new toy. Always gets me.”

Her expression softened before snapping back to focus.

Sofi (serious):

“Anyways, I need your serious side for now. We have some major issues to discuss. As the President is focused on bringing us ahead, we were tasked with bringing the rest of the countries under our control.”

Marcus (focused):

“Understood. Please begin the briefing.”

His demeanor shifted instantly—playfulness fading as he switched into work mode.

Sofi (informative):

“East Timor and Laos are the only two nations left that have not agreed to the terms of unification.

They still think they have leverage due to their rich amethyst mineral fields, which are needed for the spacecraft and stations. These are the only two countries that are left affected by the Tariffs.”

Marcus (direct):

“Let’s jump straight to their demands.”

Sofi (exasperated):

“They are demanding a higher position among the Space Nations because of their contribution of materials and engineering know-how.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples.

Sofi (frustrated):

“It looks like you have to balance not only the other Great Four Superpowers but also these smaller countries if you want them all to unite.”

Marcus (thoughtful):

“Well, you know my philosophy, Madam Speaker. I always look for a win-win scenario. World positions are mostly about the optics of their country to all other countries.

What does each country want specifically?”

Sofi (detailed):

“For East Timor, their president is up for re-election soon. As the last few countries jumping onto this global bandwagon, the optics are not kind for him, especially with a majority of his supporters in favor of unification.”

Marcus leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table.

Marcus (strategizing):

“Alright… here’s my plan.”

His thoughts formalized, the gears in his mind clicking into place.

Marcus (confident):

“His root need is simple—win re-election. To do that, he wants his standing among his nation’s opposition to be unanimous. 

I’ll meet with him and propose a visit to his country. We’ll work hand-in-hand for the press, giving him a positive spin among his supporters. 

It will show his people that he is the only candidate who has supported our global vision. In return, once he is back in power, he will ensure that the materials are fairly traded with us for The Planetarium’s further development. We can work out the details after this.”

His eyes sharpened.

Marcus (curious):

“What about Laos?”

Sofi (grim):

“That… is a little more tricky.”

She slid a file across the table.

Sofi (tense):

“Laos has just recently found an entirely new amethyst mineral field, making them the single largest country of raw amethyst minerals that can supply not only The Planetarium but also a full global market.”

She leaned in.

Sofi (urgent):

“They want to be positioned inside the top 10 countries that have contributed to The Planetarium. If not, they won’t join nor sell any of their supply to us.”

Marcus furrowed his brows.

Marcus (puzzled):

“A weird decision… If they don’t sell to us, are they trying to create a black market for these minerals?”

His expression darkened.

Marcus (determined):

“We don’t fully know their intentions yet… but this time, a needed reminder of ‘freedom’ may be due. Let’s discuss the details.”

I Can See Everything and More

The sun was sinking fast, turning the room into a red-hot haze as the meeting fizzled out.

Sofi (relieved):

“East Timor’s locked, Laos starts tomorrow—bam, done.”

Marcus (smirking):

“Yup, keep those mercs off our trail. Special Ops will trash ‘em once they ‘secure’ the field and their guns flop. We’ll hit Laos first, easy.”

Sofi (casual):

“Gotcha, Mr. Vice President. Congress is on deck tomorrow. Meeting’s over.”

She stretched big-time, strutting to the window wall, her curvy shape popping against the sunset. Still killer at 35.

“Four damn hours—sun’s gone. This view though, Marcus—I can see everything up here.”

Marcus (teasing):

“Oh, I’ve got a way hotter one lined up.”

He ditched his jacket and tie, sprawling on the bed, staring her down like prey.

Sofi (intrigued):

“Oooh? Spill it, hotshot.”

She kicked off her heels, half-unzipped her dress, and dropped next to him, smirking.

Marcus (playful):

“Time for…”

He leaned in, breath hot on her ear, letting her squirm—then yelled, “CARTOONS!” Busting up as he grabbed the remote.

Sofi (furious):

“YOU FREAKING—”

She whacked his back hard.

Marcus (laughing):

“Hehehe! Gotcha!”

He flipped channels like a nutcase.

Sofi (exasperated):

“GAH! Why am I crazy for this moron? You’re the Vice President—drop the cartoons, I need us time!”

Marcus (excited):

“Whoa—is this Avatar: The Last AirUser? Final ep with Fire Chad Omai? I’ve smashed this like thirty times!”

Sofi (desperate):

“Oh my God, if I wasn’t soaking right now, I’d snap your neck!”

Marcus spun, grinning wicked.

Marcus (teasing):

“Oh? Snap me? You’d never ditch your best bang—unless you’re into that dark weird stuff.”

Sofi (frustrated):

“A WEEK, Marcus! I set this up—presidential suite, bulletproof window, city view, soundproofed! Agents checked it twice, total lockdown. Been wet since the meeting started, and you’re on this cartoon crap?”

He slid closer, voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum that sent shivers down her spine.

Marcus (seductive):

“Who do you think stretched that meeting just for this sunset vibe?”

Sofi (realizing):

“I KNEW IT! Half that plan was old—you dragged it out to screw with me!”

He smirked, inching closer until his lips hovered a whisper from hers, not touching—just letting the heat build.

Marcus (taunting):

“Maybe I wanted you simmering all day… imagining what I’d do when I finally got you alone.”

Her breath hitched. She lunged to kiss him, but he pulled back, grinning, and pressed a single finger to her lips—slowly dragging it down her chin, her throat, stopping just above her chest.

Sofi (pleading):

“Quit playing, Marcus—touch me already.”

He chuckled, dark and low, and grabbed an ice cube from the bedside champagne bucket. He traced it along her collarbone, the cold bite making her gasp as droplets trickled down her skin. His warm lips followed, kissing the icy path, a hot-cold dance that had her squirming.

Marcus (dominant):

“Not yet. You’ve been bossing me around all day—now I’m in charge.”

He pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her hips but keeping his weight off—just enough to pin her with his presence.

His hands slid under her dress, peeling it down inch by inch, exposing her skin to the cool air. He stopped at her thighs, fingers brushing the sensitive insides, then retreating—teasing her with almost-touches.

Sofi (needy):

“You’re evil… I hate you…”

Her voice cracked, needy, as she reached for him. He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while the other tugged her hair gently, tilting her head back. 

He kissed her neck—soft at first, then a sharp nip, sucking just hard enough to leave a faint mark. She moaned, arching up, but he pressed her down with a low growl.

Marcus (smirking):

“Hate me all you want, babe. You’re still begging for it.”

He released her wrists, only to grab a silk tie from his discarded jacket. He looped it around her hands, tying them loosely to the headboard—not tight, just enough to make her feel the restraint.

Then he leaned back, smirking, and unbuttoned his shirt one agonizing button at a time, letting her watch every flex of his chest.

Sofi (desperate):

“Marcus—please—untie me, I need to touch you—”

He ignored her plea, instead dipping down to kiss her stomach, his stubble scraping as he worked lower, pausing at the edge of her underwear. He exhaled hot breath through the fabric, making her hips buck, then pulled back to blow a cool stream of air—driving her wild with the contrast.

Marcus (teasing):

“Patience, Sofi. Good things come when I say so.”

He slid a hand under her, lifting her hips, and peeled the dress off completely, tossing it aside.

Then he grabbed her ankle, kissing it softly, working his way up her calf with slow, deliberate licks and bites—stopping just short of her thigh. She writhed, the tie tugging as she strained against it.

Sofi (begging):

“You’re killing me—do it already!”

He grinned, climbing back up to hover over her, his bare chest brushing hers—just enough contact to tease, not satisfy. He kissed her jaw, then her earlobe, whispering filthy promises about what he’d do next, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. Finally, he untied her hands, and she lunged at him, nails digging into his back.

Sunset Sexytime

Their lips smashed, tongues going hard like a fight. Marcus ripped his shirt open one-handed, the other popping her bra and yanking her dress off. Clothes hit the floor, their sweaty, ripped bodies glued together.

Sofi (gasping):

“Ah hah… need air!”

She gasped, and Marcus dove for her chest, sucking her nipple rough while his fingers worked her clit fast.

Sofi (overwhelmed):

“Oh—oh crap, that trifecta’s unreal!”

He smirked, slipping off his purple ring.

“Bonus round, babe.”

His thumb slid into her rim, slow and filthy.

Sofi (screaming):

“AH! YES—FORGOT THAT—OH HELL!”

She screamed, nails ripping into his back.

“Soaked since the meeting—stick it in now!”

Marcus (grinning):

“Your wish…”

He grabbed his cock, aiming.

Marcus (thrusting):

“…is my command!”

He slammed in, and she arched with a shaky, “AHHHhhhhh… freaking amazing!” He grabbed her boobs, tongue and hands all over, thumb still in her ass, pounding like a beast.

Sofi (frantic):

“Oh shit—I’m dying! It’s everywhere—faster, I’m begging!”

Marcus went nuts—squeezing, sucking, ramming, shaking all four spots ‘til she was wrecked.

Sofi (climaxing):

“I. HAVEN’T. BEEN. THIS. STIRRED. UP. IN. FOREVER! Gonna cum—NOW!”

Marcus (intense):

“Me too, Sof—hit it!”

He crushed her tight, speed cranked.

Sofi (ecstatic):

“Together—YES!”

She chomped his chest, yelling, “I’m cumming—AHHHH—for you!”

Marcus (releasing):

“AGHH—Sof!”

They latched on, shaking through the climax, then flopped, dripping and trashed.

Sofi (panting):

“Huff… your finger’s still in me?”

Marcus (mischievous):

“Yup—round two’s on!”