A steel frigate named Tall Bitch, Tall Queen the aircraft carrier, latest U-boat dubbed Oceans Claw class, the Battleship Claymore, Patrol Boat known as The Panther, Destroyer Blue Flail, 4 new advanced fighters called EF 78 in the shape of elongated crescent moons made up his small fleet. Having a fleet showed he was more than a capable Admiral in the naval forces of his beloved kingdom. Even better was that he was an Admiral of the Vullanese Turncoat navy that switched sides in the name of Queen Lizan. Coming home made him feel at ease since there were no signs of the invader, or their lapdogs, and slave-servants. He returned home to find his beloved Dark Mage Lulu Castelli-Maimont bent over the counter. She was getting plowed by a large blue monster whom he shot in the head with his Onway revolver. This large blue monster fell on the kitchen floor with a bullet in it skull. He looked at his beloved wife then at the dead monster and back at her. An explanation was required from his own wife. Why did she betray their marriage like this? Sure he was gone for a war, but why did she copulate with a monster? How long had she been doing this? Ever since the Vestrisian Union annexed the Boathrin Kingdom no humanoid associated with the Nazdar were allowed. Was this blue bloated amphibian looking humanoid with black braids, and six tendrils even associated with the Nazdar invaders? Or was he some random off-worlder coming down to please his wife? All the questions circled around his head as they came out. All she uttered was I don't know, and begged him for mercy.
He put the revolver down, showing he could not harm his beloved. Lulu dropped to her knees pleaded for him to stay and visit. It had been five years since she last saw him. Approaching her slowly he left the revolver on the table next to the kitchen door. For some reason he believed he would punch her as the anger built up inside him. He stepped around the corpse to reach her as she had moved away. On his favorite chair in the kitchen rested a barrel bag with the creature's clothing shoved inside. Admiral Maimont looked at the strap that had a metal label. Whoever this blue bloated amphibian was he was known as "Hornblower" and his species was Yeahog. Maimont grabbed the bag and dumped the contents all over the kitchen table. His anger at his wife subsided at the site of a cologne bottle. Out of curiosity he picked it up and sprayed some on himself. Lulu jumped on him, kissing his face ferociously. Her legs were wrapped around him and she began humping him. Maimont could not help but smile at this reaction. Inside was more anger, igniting a hatred for the aliens currently on the island of Veothe. Although he enjoyed making love to her he decided to slap her. Lulu let go dropping to the floor. She held a shocked expression as if she had snapped out of some trans, or dream like state. Studying the bottle for a moment and its contents inside. He was careful not to press the button or trigger again so his wife could control herself. The Admiral Marshall or the closest Mysdran, one of the highest ranks, would have to see this for themselves.
Serving the Vullanese Empire was what he knew until switching sides. Now he had a reason to go against the invaders. Most of his fleet were made up of fanatics who became cut throat towards those who sympathize with Vullan, the invaders, and any outside aliens seeking to take away their people. Each one used to serve Vullan until the truth was revealed to them by a former slave of the Nazdar. His wife, whom he hadn't seen in so long was forced to spread her legs due to some cologne. Either he ditched his crew and left the island or he made sure his wife went into hiding once the whole city was under turncoat control.
He put the revolver down, showing he could not harm his beloved. Lulu dropped to her knees pleaded for him to stay and visit. It had been five years since she last saw him. Approaching her slowly he left the revolver on the table next to the kitchen door. For some reason he believed he would punch her as the anger built up inside him. He stepped around the corpse to reach her as she had moved away. On his favorite chair in the kitchen rested a barrel bag with the creature's clothing shoved inside. Admiral Maimont looked at the strap that had a metal label. Whoever this blue bloated amphibian was he was known as "Hornblower" and his species was Yeahog. Maimont grabbed the bag and dumped the contents all over the kitchen table. His anger at his wife subsided at the site of a cologne bottle. Out of curiosity he picked it up and sprayed some on himself. Lulu jumped on him, kissing his face ferociously. Her legs were wrapped around him and she began humping him. Maimont could not help but smile at this reaction. Inside was more anger, igniting a hatred for the aliens currently on the island of Veothe. Although he enjoyed making love to her he decided to slap her. Lulu let go dropping to the floor. She held a shocked expression as if she had snapped out of some trans, or dream like state. Studying the bottle for a moment and its contents inside. He was careful not to press the button or trigger again so his wife could control herself. The Admiral Marshall or the closest Mysdran, one of the highest ranks, would have to see this for themselves.
Serving the Vullanese Empire was what he knew until switching sides. Now he had a reason to go against the invaders. Most of his fleet were made up of fanatics who became cut throat towards those who sympathize with Vullan, the invaders, and any outside aliens seeking to take away their people. Each one used to serve Vullan until the truth was revealed to them by a former slave of the Nazdar. His wife, whom he hadn't seen in so long was forced to spread her legs due to some cologne. Either he ditched his crew and left the island or he made sure his wife went into hiding once the whole city was under turncoat control.
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